Beyond'eaurizons

You see food, you see cherries,
But I see things we should cherish.

You eat what you think it is good,
Yet you forget the heat,
The heat that you get it not from your neighborhood,
But from the book of your ignorance
                fathered by the pages of your own mood.

The 6th day is ours,
The breathing into our nostrils equates to a cake needing flour.
The sand was like the dust from where we came,
But we’re not meant to go bust -
                            - You and I are just the same!

This is the day difference was born,
As one fits perfectly with another.

We be fruitful,
  We multiply.
    We be acting dutiful,
      And the rest is beautiful!

Nothing seems out of place:
Not the sand, not our hair, nothing is torn.

A day of ministering, nourishing, cherishing,
A case of naming, caring, harboring.

We have dominion over all the living thing;
We have the food.

We just need to be aware of what’s subtle,
The thing that creeps under God’s wing,
Just like we need to find the goods in us,
And nourish it, cherish it as food!

From the Deauclusives of D’eau
©DD, 2013

Wake up creatures of the sea,
It’s time to populate the oceans!

Wake up fowl of the air,
It’s time to find your dwelling places
            up and under the firmament!

This is your day;
Be fruitful, multiply,
Affirm it with your own kind!

And us, the people,
Have found you to be fruitilicious!
And us, as humans,
Have also found you to be so pernicious!
As helpers, sacrificial signs and even pets!

You are the 5th day arrivals, rivals,
The fauna, the foods, the goods.

You were just waiting in the winds,
A symphony in the minor.

We are just waiting as the rivals, vitals,
The thanks-givers in the major!

From the Deauclusives of D’eau
©DD, 2013

A greater light,
A scrapbook view
 Of what is blue,
 Of what is wide
   and what is true.
A lesser light,
A journal write-in
  Of what it was,
  Of how it is
    and how it will be.

This is the day,
A moment under the greatness of the sun,
A day where we can see,
Reflect and rejoice
 over how we can get things done
           all under in its rays’ spree!

A day that has its sunset,
A crimson sky’s guide to repairing
  That which went wrong,
  That which is yet to fix
   and that which we love to share with others.

A day that has its moonlight,
A starry night over which we delight
  To differentiate, thus, between light and darkness,
  To appreciate, therefor, a greater effort
                            from a lessened one.

They’re all for you,
They’re all for me,
They are for everyone
 who loves doing what they do,
 and loves relaxing when they can,
For they are for seasons and for signs,
For writing your achievements in that scrapbook daily,
Or achieving something until the full day’s done…

That late!

This sight!!

These lights
   that is the 4th day of the week!!!

©DD, 2013
From the cycle entitled The Deauclusives of D’eau,
written today, Wednesday 5th of June, 2013

This be the ground where sin remains;
No upward traveling shortcut,
Just our downward, sniveling, shortcoming trait.

There is the layer,
There is some sand.
Now, start the paint!

If you need a body of water,
There is the sea!

If you need supplying your body with fluids,
Again, there is the sea!

The revealing of the Earth
 was the first scene of separation,
And that is a blessing;
Preserving it, being a bliss.

At birth we were separated from Heaven
                        and were born on Earth,
And we were given some water
   to rely on,
                     as our instinctive reserve.

Just remember when you step out,
Step in or step on the ground,
That that is a creation and no little god.

This 3rd day of the week
                      is the original
                        Earth Day,
A birthday gift waiting for us
  once we were to be born.

from The Deauclusives of D’eau
All Rights naturally reserved for you to preserve them :)

Good Monday Morning,

Back away, moon,

Part ways, sun,

It is not Monday,

As it wasn’t Sunday,

It is Heavensday!

Part the waters,

Then part its waves,

Let the hours’ raves

 sing praises of creation!

Let no deception

  creep in unaware in citations!

It is not Monday,

As it wasn’t Sunday,

It is Heavensday!

Do I hear a Firm Amen

   with that sweet morning T(ea)?

From The Deauclusives of D’eau,

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It’s June 1st,

And you were done first.

But the second you’re into June 2nd,

Your love gave me an added thirst!

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