Submissions by AmyMMosier (Amy Michelle Mosier)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing during the Great Recession. That time turned into a hidden blessing. After becoming re-employed, I kept writing. My themes are always inspirational, colors, love, desert or Christian.
Like gold of Havilah
Like gold of Havilah
God is true and straight.
I can exhort Adonai
For His tender heart.
Be it ambivalence
Or the hour of drear
Wherever prayer is
The Lord abides there.
Royalty and rivalry
May erupt with hate
But He will take my leave
Untouched by the flame.
God is true and straight.
I can exhort Adonai
For His tender heart.
Be it ambivalence
Or the hour of drear
Wherever prayer is
The Lord abides there.
Royalty and rivalry
May erupt with hate
But He will take my leave
Untouched by the flame.
#Christian
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Like a sparkling Roman candle –
Like a sparkling Roman candle –
Parry’s penstemon dots the canyon.
Oh, what deep purple bells!
That decorate the trail along
Where pebblestones were swept aside
And sway with the breeze –
Not to elicit a reaction
But to accompany green.
Parry’s penstemon dots the canyon.
Oh, what deep purple bells!
That decorate the trail along
Where pebblestones were swept aside
And sway with the breeze –
Not to elicit a reaction
But to accompany green.
#spring
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When long days drag on me
When long days drag on me
And my soul cries in the dark
Then I speak my prayer in sleight
And He slips it into my jar.
Prithee – give it wings to fly up
Beyond to the sapphire throne –
Leaving me amidst where I am
Yet I do not feel alone.
Someday when time is cut sharp –
I'll retrieve it from Whom I belong
And finding a full jar of prayers –
Know that I was never alone.
And my soul cries in the dark
Then I speak my prayer in sleight
And He slips it into my jar.
Prithee – give it wings to fly up
Beyond to the sapphire throne –
Leaving me amidst where I am
Yet I do not feel alone.
Someday when time is cut sharp –
I'll retrieve it from Whom I belong
And finding a full jar of prayers –
Know that I was never alone.
#prayer
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Would you meet me sometime
Would you meet me sometime
At the space in between
The corner of reckless schism
And the street of broken dreams?
I just covet a good word or two –
So long as we break silence –
And I will collect an echo
Then leave and recommence.
At the space in between
The corner of reckless schism
And the street of broken dreams?
I just covet a good word or two –
So long as we break silence –
And I will collect an echo
Then leave and recommence.
#sadness
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Under a sky of celadon -
Under a sky of celadon -
I watched bees huddle
In frenzied expectation
Of riding a flaxen petal.
Lupine and globe mallow
Danced about while sage
Waved at me from below -
Comprising my entourage.
I saw pale butterflies mingle
Within dewy creosotes
Then came an argent gale
Which tugged at their cloaks
And then - the drape shifted
But my vision proves true -
A celadon echo gifted
To me that sunny interlude.
I watched bees huddle
In frenzied expectation
Of riding a flaxen petal.
Lupine and globe mallow
Danced about while sage
Waved at me from below -
Comprising my entourage.
I saw pale butterflies mingle
Within dewy creosotes
Then came an argent gale
Which tugged at their cloaks
And then - the drape shifted
But my vision proves true -
A celadon echo gifted
To me that sunny interlude.
#spring
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Were I a rose
Were I a rose
I would model graciously –
Oblige those of wise choice
And prickle my enemy;
If just a blade of grass
I would blend in – nonchalant –
And peoplewatch as they pass
With no desire to flaunt.
I would model graciously –
Oblige those of wise choice
And prickle my enemy;
If just a blade of grass
I would blend in – nonchalant –
And peoplewatch as they pass
With no desire to flaunt.
#SelfReflection
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Don’t tell it to the wind
Don’t tell it to the wind
To be blown away as vapor
Or share it with a gossiper
As fragile as a dandelion.
Don’t speak of it on the mountaintop;
Even the clouds have ears.
For fear that the Devil hears –
Don’t pray for it aloud to God.
Let the wish build up inside
Then straight-faced, release it subtly –
As your actions make it be –
Until its existence can’t be denied.
To be blown away as vapor
Or share it with a gossiper
As fragile as a dandelion.
Don’t speak of it on the mountaintop;
Even the clouds have ears.
For fear that the Devil hears –
Don’t pray for it aloud to God.
Let the wish build up inside
Then straight-faced, release it subtly –
As your actions make it be –
Until its existence can’t be denied.
#dreams
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Always, a change of plans
Always, a change of plans
Interrupts my tranquil course –
Set forth by circumstances
It appears, for the worse.
I resent it, I begrudge –
It chips away at my mind –
Finally, I'm forced to oblige
And surrender my time
But once by hushed words –
I learned of a blessing:
What seemed a dreadful recourse
Placed me in a better setting.
That's why when the Thief flees
You shouldn't be too upset
For the Divine may be
Watching out for your interest.
Interrupts my tranquil course –
Set forth by circumstances
It appears, for the worse.
I resent it, I begrudge –
It chips away at my mind –
Finally, I'm forced to oblige
And surrender my time
But once by hushed words –
I learned of a blessing:
What seemed a dreadful recourse
Placed me in a better setting.
That's why when the Thief flees
You shouldn't be too upset
For the Divine may be
Watching out for your interest.
#Christian
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My heart is an empty jardiniere
My heart is an empty jardiniere
Receptive to flowers and affection.
By your wayward glances, I could swear
There is a festering attraction
But speak up bravely; be not passive
And may we start a journey called love.
Receptive to flowers and affection.
By your wayward glances, I could swear
There is a festering attraction
But speak up bravely; be not passive
And may we start a journey called love.
#love
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Bees labor not in vain
Bees labor not in vain
For their task is plain.
Listen - how they hum
Around the myoporum.
Purple buds then show forth
Declaring their handiwork.
For their task is plain.
Listen - how they hum
Around the myoporum.
Purple buds then show forth
Declaring their handiwork.
#determination
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You stole me from a castle
You stole me from a castle
My defiant vassal.
We went butterflyback riding
Into wind that sounded like sighing.
They put us down on a hill when
We felt like walking the glen.
We sat by a river of gold
And talked as the river flowed.
I wished for rain and it came
And in its midst, we played.
Where a rainbow met the ground
The beam, we danced around.
Before it could diminish
I gave you a chocolate kiss
And ours is a fairytale romance
That, to this day, still enchants.
My defiant vassal.
We went butterflyback riding
Into wind that sounded like sighing.
They put us down on a hill when
We felt like walking the glen.
We sat by a river of gold
And talked as the river flowed.
I wished for rain and it came
And in its midst, we played.
Where a rainbow met the ground
The beam, we danced around.
Before it could diminish
I gave you a chocolate kiss
And ours is a fairytale romance
That, to this day, still enchants.
#love
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He comes around the wall
He comes around the wall
And I feel my quickened heart.
I dare to look even while
Seconds become a moment.
He passes with dull eyes
And a whiff of musky skin.
I wish I could pass by
As unaffected as him.
And I feel my quickened heart.
I dare to look even while
Seconds become a moment.
He passes with dull eyes
And a whiff of musky skin.
I wish I could pass by
As unaffected as him.
#love
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