The history of Prosperous Snow written for the group Reminiscences |
1 Gold Tooth I love the feel of the smooth gold in my mouth! Behind my smiling lips, My tongue caresses, fondles, embraces it. 2 Winter's Child I'm Winter's child born in late December. At home among the snow drifts of winter's coldest monht. I'm a Capricorn born on Christmas Eve. Long star filled nights comfort, inspire, and ignite my soul's banked fires. 3 My Name Secretly, I know my name is Prosperous Snow: The meaning of my middle and first name. Snow is the unique results of frozen raindrops, and Prosperous is my soul's ability to inspire and be inspired. 4 Hot Bath The hot bath water warms the air around my tub creates a tropical zone. 5 Coffee Instructor I learned to drink coffee from my Grandfather! He drink his coffee strong and it got stronger as the day passed, because it set heating and reheating in the electric percolator with the basket of coffee grounds still in it. 6 Morning Cats purr in each ear morning's melody echoes dawn prayers intoned. 7 On the Night I Was Born I was born on Tuesday evening, December 24, 1946, at the hospital in Blackwell, Oklahoma. I was the second child my mother was impregnated with, and the first child she carried to term. The night I was born was cold, but without snow, which was unusual for Christmas Eve in Oklahoma. Everyone who saw me that night, and the days following remarked on how much I looked like my mother. My Grandfather Newland asked Mom if my ankles were crossed. That was because when my mother was a baby she would cross her legs at the ankles. Whem my grandparents uncrossed them, she would cross them back again. My feet were crossed at the ankles. 8 Waking Up A change occurred between the time I fell asleep and the time I woke up; between my last Ya Baha'u'l-Abha of the evening and my first of the morning-- What changed? 9 Earthquake The carefully choreographed wave passed rocking the city, the building and my bed. 10 Neva Darbe Ana- Gram Bread Vane The Word of God is the bread of life, Without it my soul is a vane blown by the winds of strife. 11 Motivation I write as compelled by my Lord! Echoing the sphere' vibrations, I paraphrase reality's song. Intoning the Beloved's words, I write as compelled by my Lord, Restating unity's verses. 12 I Get Nervous I always get a little nervous, when I start a new job. Even if it's with the same company. 13 Eyes of a Cat It is her eyes that tell the story. The calm acceptance of love; Her joy at my presence rumbles in her throat, But its is her eyes that reveal her true feelings As she lays with them closed on my lap Or watches me from a shelf. 14 Writing Poetry I am compelled to write, The words come to me as lovers; As lovers they tantalize and seduce, Making me their willing slave, Until I master the art of their seduction. 15 My First Night in My Own Home The long absence of corporal creatures chills the air, mutes the whispers of matter. Rising on the empty air prayers resonate fill the silent hours. 16 Car Theft Brain fried from sniffing paint the joy riding thief raped my privacy and abducted my car. 17 My Name In Print Seeing my name in newsprint Sends chills up my spine! Is this my thirty seconds of fame Or is that saved for another time? 18 Acceptance I accept myself as I am! Dual natured creature that I am: I accept responsibility fro my choices! I am responsible for developing my own virtues! 19 Morning Coffee I inhale the robust scent of morning, as I intone the Most Great Name of God. Word by word my spirit sips salvation, cup by cup my soul wakes in paradise. Poet's Note: ▼ |