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Playing To Win

by

Vivian Irene Haswell

Life
Is a game
You play to win
It can be a flower
Or a roaring, lusty wind
Molded by feelings so sad
Or good;melted in anger,
Flying in LOVE; a pattern is built,
A mountain is climbed...we touch a star
Or lay in caves of slime; the game is played
By all who live; only the overcomers survive
With a story to give...Preachers say
there is a heaven or hell; from childhood
We learn the story well....Living Life
Is a game however it is played
We either lose; or we win;
God holds the score
He is the
Trunk
Of the
Tree
Of Life;
A game
We play TO WIN



Battered

by

Vivian Irene Haswell

She walks in pain,
A physical thing;
But the real pain lies within...
Struck down by one so dear
She hurts; still loving him,
The wound will heal
The pain will leave,
But in her heart; she just cannot believe...
" It just will not happen again !"
This thought gives her relief;
So she presses the pain within
Crying with the hurt, without;
Loving still the dream she held
Of Love supreme....
A lovely dream;
Hurting without;
Dying within.....


Love Streams

by

Vivian Irene Haswell

My eyes embrace you in wonder
As LOVE swells like a rushing spring stream;
I know you can hear my heart's thunder
As my eyes embrace you in wonder...
My lips taste your honey-sweet LOVE
As our hearts wing high up above,
As LOVE swells like a rushing spring stream,
My eyes embrace you in wonder.....


BEYOND

by

Vivian Irene Haswell


The crumbling Sphinx looks down on me;
Its baleful eye winks with secret wisdom;
'You have not far to go'...IT sighs
'Before the mirror breaks.....'
Beyond lies the unknown;
How will it be?
a lonely blackness
Or a shining golden CITY?
I hesitate to walk under HIS shadow,
This Sphinx built long ago
This awesome Beast guarding a Pharoah TOMB..
What secret does HE hold from me?
The vision slowly fades away
The Sphinx closes HIS eyes before me
The shattered window softens its broken edge
and I am left in a VEIL of mystery....
When and what will the CITY be?
The full MOON kisses my aged cheek
" Fear not, Little ONE,
the crossing WILL be sweet.."


Please God, Nevermore

by

Vivian Irene Haswell

Winged on sounds of death,
the horrible booming crashes;
The screams of tortured souls...
The mirror of peace is shattered;
The sun is darkened by flame and rubble
And Death WALKS over America.
Oh, yes, we mourn and cry
For the terror which we see...
and then it all becomes put-away memory.
But the scar is there,like the Sphinx
Of pre-history time, death stares in silence
Holding its secrets....Will it come again?
NINE-ELEVEN....
Will Death stalk the scene AGAIN?
Question one in many minds...
WHERE WAS GOD?
Right there ...My friend...
Picking up the souls and crying
with us...THIS was NOT His PLAN,
He created MAN to love,
Peace was His AIM,
Joy for his Creation,Pleasure, delight,
a wonder place...We made the MESS.
It takes many muscles
to smile, to reach out for LOVE,
and PEACE walk hand in hand.
Friendship and Love
Is not Man,s plan...Hate,
terror, and rubble is laid at his door...
GOD WEEPS.
THE world prays....NEVERMORE...NEVERMORE.


I AM ME

by

Vivian Irene Haswell

I sit upon my patio
where I do lots of thinking,
but today my thoughts
are kinda stinking;
in fact I am mad;
feeling kinda sad;
I suddenly am made to see
at my age I should not be
so well adorned
with thoughts so stable;
I should be senile, bent, and unable,
but I am none of these by any token.
I know that I am growing old.
but I do not need to be told
by actions of anyone
I do not fit the scene
as should be...
I AM ME.
The mirror tells me
I am still pretty,
I do not groan and have self-pity.
I walk still with the conquering stride;
no matter how I burn inside,
Life has been good,
I do not always as I should
the boss I will always
have to be,
that is part of my personality;
I walk in pride,
crying inside....
laughing outside
IAM ME.
so do not try to make me a mold
of how you think I should be,
Let me live
still able and free;
do not try to sterotype me;
Leave me to my writing and poem
read what I do not write
between the lines new thoughts groan;
anger, fear,always alone...
come sit with me,
share my laughing company
while you can, and when I am gone
REMEMBER....
I WAS ME.


I AM ME

by

Vivian Irene Haswell

I sit upon my patio
where I do lots of thinking,
but today my thoughts
are kinda stinking;
in fact I am mad;
feeling kinda sad;
I suddenly am made to see
at my age I should not be
so well adorned
with thoughts so stable;
I should be senile, bent, and unable,
but I am none of these by any token.
I know that I am growing old.
but I do not need to be told
by actions of anyone
I do not fit the scene
as should be...
I AM ME.
The mirror tells me
I am still pretty,
I do not groan and have self-pity.
I walk still with the conquering stride;
no matter how I burn inside,
I love a great steak, grilled divine;
lucious, red, heady 'fruit of the vine'
Life has been good,
I do not always as I should
the boss I will always
have to be,
that is part of my personality;
I walk in pride,
crying inside....
laughing outside
IAM ME.
so do not try to make me a mold
of how you think I should be,
Let me live
still able and free;
do not try to sterotype me;
Leave me to my writing and poem
read what I do NOT write
between the lines new thoughts groan;
anger, fear,always alone...
COME, SIT WITH ME...
share my laughing-sad company
while you can, and when I am gone
REMEMBER....
I WAS ME.


Heaven For Me

by

Vivian Irene Haswell

When I get to Heaven,
How will it be?
All of the wonderful Glory
Promised to me?
A mansion so lavish,
Columns large, round and tall;
Marble floors, velvet drapes; and lace,
In an austure entrance hall.
Satins, and velvets,mahogony galore;
Irredescent lighting shining in place.
Airy large rooms
With tall crystal windows
Framed in shimmering gossamer
cool breezes swaying;
Teakwood, mahogony,
statues, and fountains glowing;
A Rec center of expansion,
wealth and charm;
Glorious and awesome
Breathe-taking, and then some !!
Entertainment elaborate,
costumes divine,
Heavenly luxury;
And God's sunny LOVE
warms all of mine.
The music, the regency, royalty sublime...
JESUS won it for me
a gift so supreme
...All becuase HE loved.... ME


FALL...... a tanka

by

Vivian Irene Haswell

Apple smell of Fall
Fills the blue cotton-ball sky;
Geese coast to cool lakes;
The texture of everything
Rise to meet winter prelude.


Beyond

by

Vivian Irene Haswell

The crumbling Sphinx looks down on me;
Its baleful eye winks with secret wisdom;
'You have not far to go'...IT sighs
'Before the mirror breaks.....'
Beyond lies the unknown;
How will it be?
a lonely blackness
Or a shining golden CITY?
I hesitate to walk under HIS shadow,
This Sphinx built long ago
This awesome Beast guarding a Pharoah TOMB..
What secret does HE hold from me?
The vision slowly fades away
The Sphinx closes HIS eyes before me
The shattered window softens its broken edge
and I am left in a VEIL of mystery....
When and what will the CITY be?
The full MOON kisses my aged cheek
" Fear not, Little ONE,
the crossing WILL be sweet.."


COLORADO ROSE

by

Vivian Irene Haswell

Roses, roses, painted or real
carry a message which cannot fail
red for true love, yellow from a friend
roses bring romance
without end
but the sweetest by far
is the mountain rose
climbing the wind
full blown under the stars
over rocks lovingly twined
they flourish
to bring a colorado rose
the fragrance forever binds
a heart or two
laying in a alpine meadow
loving you........
pink mountain rose


The Prairie Queen

by

Vivian Irene Haswell

Wide blue baby-eyed sky
hugging white ostrich-plumed clouds
covering the space of verdant land
open like a fertile eager princess
waiting the touch of her Master's hand
The golden wheat flows from the auger
up the pipe into the belly of the truck
piling high in liquid gold motion
My driver gives me a hot blue glance
as he gears for his day's last run
I feel like a queen
riding the co-pilot seat
A red-tail hawk slides
on a downdraft wind
checking our semi
with his arrogant eye
A flag whips in the middle of nowhere
declaring there are some who care
We flow over a silver ribbon
floating in a wide open space
to the grainery swallowing the load
and, OH GOD, I hear the world cry
for it's loaf of Bread
delivered from the fertile belly
of The Prairie Queen...

Evening Shadows

by

Vivian Irene Haswell



High in the crotch of the tree, I sit,
the prairie sky has lost its sun light,
the evening settles in like a blanket
warming my broken heart.
The soft breeze tickles my body
as i remember your hands....
as I hold your love
like a wounded dove
wanting to draw you back...
and the dove coos
the night wind freshens
my heart continues to bleed
wanting you.......

Evening Shadows

by

Vivian Irene Haswell



High in the crotch of the tree, I sit,
the prairie sky has lost its sun light,
the evening settles in like a blanket
warming my broken heart.
The soft breeze tickles my body
as I remember your hands....
as I hold your love
like a wounded dove
wanting to draw you back...
and the dove coos
the night wind freshens
my heart continues to bleed
wanting you.......

Mountain Roses

by

Vivian Irene Haswell

Mountain roses fade away,
Lasting too short a time, they fade away,
Gone the splendor of their scent
Mountain roses wilt by the way.

So our love has faded away,
It lasted a year, then faded away,
Gone is the delight of being loved,
Our Love has vanished a year to the day.

There is one Love which will never fade,
It came on a Cross, and will never fade;
Spread arms wrapped the world, you and me
In a blanket of Love which will ever stay.

Mountain roses fade away,
God's Love will ever stay........

Mountain Roses

by

Vivian Irene Haswell

Mountain roses fade away,
Lasting too short a time, they fade away,
Gone the splendor of their scent
Mountain roses wilt by the way.

So our love has faded away,
It lasted a year, then faded away,
Gone is the delight of being loved,
Our Love has vanished a year to the day.

There is one Love which will never fade,
It came on a Cross, and will never fade;
Spread arms wrapped the world, you and me
In a blanket of Love which will ever stay.

Mountain roses fade away,
God's Love will ever stay........

MY AUCTIONEER

by

Vivian Irene Haswell


He climbed the golden stairs to heaven
Like conquering the mighty sunlit mountain peak;
He did his dream fulfill, and I can see him still;
Standing on a cliff so high;
Gazing upward at the sky,
Wanting to climb the peaks so bad,
Things he wanted to do
All his life_... so sad.
Now he is with his Lord , singing praises
Angels shout as he comes in,
These are a different crowd;
He has his audience;
Is he auctioning off the angel wings?
Giving God laughter in his act,
The auctioneer laughing, doing his thing
Before his special audience, no slack !
My auctioneer is perfect now,
And heaven rings
To his yodeling call.