Every Exhalation (first draft) Each gentle thoughtless inhalation every calm exhalation unheeded or indeed deliberately forced thought about in struggle or in joy or in mere grateful fascination as done in chilled frosty air when children watch their breath’s moisture become a white poof evaporating like dear memories of an elderly one counting down their … More Every Exhalation

‘Death, Where Is Your Sting?’ Contest: One Solitary Life This solitary “son,” one of three staked– He, undeservedly. A “god” temporarily silenced, hung till dead on a tree won victory over mankind’s permanent sleep. * This solitary “son,” most misunderstood, Father lovingly created. “Chief Agent of Life” Firstborn of All creation, through which all else … More ‘Death, Where Is Your Sting?’ Contest: One Solitary Life

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https://allpoetry.com/poem/13707769-The-Apocalypse–A-Revelation-…-Chapter-Forty-Seven–first-draft-by-Lucretia-Mccloud Slippage of tears from beneath Wayne’s lids became noticed by a father aroused from sleep. Now, focused, fleet on silent feet he reached Wayne’s hospital bed to enthusiastically kiss and caress his wrapped cool forehead sweet. Unfamiliar to Wayne; especially in his father’s constant repeat. Since often as not, males in his family learn … More The-Apocalypse–A-Revelation-…-Chapter-Forty-Seven–first-draft

Aristotle Visited Contest Bits and Bytes of Science (Haibun) first draft In a recent philosophical excursion to Greece, Aristotle, influenced by Greek mathematician-philosopher Pythagoras (sixth century B.C.E.) I imagined having met. With his establishing a library in the Lyceum, I did intellectually and joyfully connect. We conversed about what he taught Alexander the Great, as … More Aristotle Visited

Days To Come! Heard the roar of rushing waters rising centuries to distant clouds. Heard the screams; the mothers retching doubled over in piercing bows. Ripped apart the hearts of many. Grief in tragic overload. Since: Toted carts of parts of any in caverns dark their bodies blown, after blood bought then sold cheaply. No … More Days To Come!

Comfort From Heaven (for contest: Letter From Heaven) first draft “I long for your salvation, For your word is my hope. “My eyes long for your saying While I say: “When will you comfort me?” Ps. 119:81, 82. Just how do I cope with this grief crippling my heart every second of every day? They … More Comfort From Heaven (for contest: Letter From Heaven) first draft

Time As a ribbon old and tattered or new and whole blows in breezes tranquil at times rapidly fast or blissfully slow forward until visually seen by passing eyes no more it still goes… endless while beneath a globe spins seasons warm, cold and then autumn a beautiful blend of colors once vibrant, becoming muted … More Time

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The Apocalypse–A Revelation … Chapter Forty-Seven (first draft) https://allpoetry.com/poem/13693333-The-Apocalypse–A-Revelation-…-Chapter-Forty-Six-by-Lucretia-Mccloud If Sabrina and Mr. Kang had awakened in time they would’ve seen Wayne’s tears showing activity in mind. Instead, they slept on in weariness drained their hearts and heads as Wayne’s continued thinking ability began beating him discouraged, where just recently his love for Sabrina his … More The Apocalypse — A Revelation Chapter Forty-Seven