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Coffee Maker

by

Sue Pinkerton

I need to get laid!
I said unto you,
I need to get laid, real soon!

I’ll be in that!
You said unto me,
I’ll be in that with you!

Can you visit with me?
I said unto you,
Can you visit with me for a while?

I can do that!
You said unto me,
I can do that for you!

I knew you’d be good,
I said unto you,
I knew you’d be good for me!

How is your conscience?
I then asked of you.
Are you feeling all right inside?

I do not feel good!
You said unto me,
Can we continue as friends, like before?

We most certainly can!
I say unto you,
We most certainly can, for a while!

I thank you my friend!
I say unto you,
I thank you my friend,
It was wild!!!!


The Beach

by

Sue Pinkerton

I sat on the beach
To write you a note,
I sat on the beach for a while.

The seagull flew by,
The children they played,
As I warmed in the sun for a while.

I wrote of my lovers,
Of men long gone by,
As I sat on the beach for a while.

I wrote of my learning,
Of things meant to be,
As I sat on the beach for a while.

The waves crept up softly,
Then thundered to shore.
I stood on the beach as I woke.

For then came the ‘knowing’
That I deeply loved you,
As I sat on the beach all that while.

And what did I do with this feeling inside,
This beating of hearts one and two?

I went with the man
Who truly loved me,
And left the beach for a while.


Recovering

by

Sue Pinkerton

Once I wanted
everything,
So I set about
to find it,
Along the way
I sold my soul,
And now...
I must reclaim it!


Trust

by

Sue Pinkerton

When heart and soul speak with one voice
That’s in accord with deed,
Then we’ve learned of trust my friend,
And truth becomes the creed.


Untitled

by

Sue Pinkerton

My head it will not work tonight,
It spins around as I try to write,
It drifts and sways and will not hold
The train of words that need to be said.

Nothing is it seems is clear tonight
As I struggle to catch my words in flight
Perhaps ‘tis better to retired to bed,
And give up thinking with dizzy head!


Untitled

by

Sue Pinkerton

God lives in my right brain,
this I've found to be true,
for every time
I go in there,
His love comes shining through!


I am

by

Sue Pinkerton

In the beginning...
I simply said...
I am.

For in the beginning,
I simply...
Was.

In the end,
I humbly say...
I was,
For in the end,
I simply...
Am.



Untitled

by

Sue Pinkerton

I yearn to learn,
and teach as well,
but what I cannot see,
is who there is
who simply wants
To teach...
and learn...
with me.


The Vision

by

Sue Pinkerton

My God, He did show to me
The other way to see.
Through eyes of soul
With heart of love
I saw as He does see.
My soul it now knows
How to be
A winged thing of beauty,
Evermore a changling child,
And a butterfly...
flying free.


Caterpillar

by

Sue Pinkerton

Does a caterpillar ache
As its body re-arranges?
When safe and warm inside cocoon
Does it feel the pain of change?

Does human soul ache
In its time of waking,
As its inner God-light blazes?
What for the soul becomes its cocoon
As it slowly re-arranges?


The gentle Art of Letting Go

by

Sue Pinkerton

center> Like feathers drop
Into the void
From softly open hands,

Like beads of mist
From cobwebs fall
Upon the drifting sands,

Like tears that drift
From lash to cheek
And then to healing soul,

The time has come,
My heart has said
For gently...
Letting...
go...


Trust

by

Sue Pinkerton

God’s Teachers.

Trust in one’s self and the way of the world,
Honest in thought, word and deed.

Tolerant of all - each are part of The One,
Gentle the strength that they heed.

Joy their reward, when fear is no more,
Defenceless their truth and their creed,

Generous with all - in giving, receiving,
Patient, knowing no need for speed.

Faithful the teachers who attend to all lessons
Open-minded to all that’s revealed.

Bless’d are they, who teach of salvation,
Bringing hope to a world that’s afear’d.

By teaching of lessons with hope and forgiveness,
Both teacher and student shall be healed.