20 November 2015

A Child Cries

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A watering hole dries up
     and the milk cow dies
          Hungry, a child cries

On battles rage as the village
     burns ‘neath blue skies
          Bloodied, a child cries

A mother, taken, weeps
     from beaten, swollen eyes
          Frightened, a child cries

Hatred grows, terror is loosed
     Humanity lost as the arrow files
          Orphaned, a child cries

A child grows with no hope
     eating only hatred’s lies
          Broken, a child cries

Hatred puts a gun in a child’s hands
     While the world cries
          And the child dies


by D. Denise Dianaty 
© 20 Nov 2015


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01 November 2015

North Carolina Home Sweet Home


North Carolina images from mountain to shore
North Carolina Home Sweet Home
An homage to the North Carolina I’ve always known

Awake to a painted morning sky
Filled wscent of magnolia and Carolina pine
Reveling in a sun-drenched landscape
Of blossoming hydrangea and myrtle, crape
With azalea blossoms and fragrant rose
Wild jasmine and hyacinth perfume kiss thnose.
Climbing honeysuckle nbumblebees
‘Neath sheltering oak and towering maple trees
Mountain to coast steeped in mythic lore
Where evry native road leads to the shore
From homes of native red earthy brick.
A gentle, misty Southern wisdom flows thick
Wreathes the Grandfather’s Mountain spaces
Teaching unspoken lessons for the ages
Life is not hurrying – but savring
In this place… this home ever unwavering
God-kissed from misty mountain to roiling shore
This North Carolina home sweet home we adore.

D. Denise Dianaty

© 01 November 2015



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13 October 2015

Something Wicked Stalks the Light

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In the gathering darkness, the echoing footsteps of something shadowed stalks your every step…

Something Wicked Stalks the Light

Nighttime walk down a lonely city street
Trailed by the echoing of another’s feet

Electric street lamps sizzling, a flickering
Create fluid shadows dancing, snickering

In the gloom… something wicked stalks the light
prowling in the shadows… just beyond sight.

Just there… right out the corner of your eye
Something formless… something undefined you spy

Creeping closer… closer… yet still unseen
Slithering… shambling… murmuring… obscene

Dark malevolence dwells in the darkness
You hear in the shadows a susurus

An itch prickles between your shoulder blades
Your small courage so very quickly fades

Breath catching… you gasp… “Breathe” you tell yourself
Walking ever faster, you hope for help

The steps behind speed up… keep pace with you
With a loud clomp, stomp, scramble… what to do?

Don’t look deep… don’t peer into the shadows
Or you’ll be lost… forever lost in fear’s throes

A light… gasp… right there… up ahead… just goes out
Shadows in blackening gloom there now sprout

In the dark, shadowed depths, blazing red eyes 
Feeding off the terror in your fear’s rise

A sudden turning taking you away
From that lonely path where those shadows play


D. Denise Dianaty

© 08 October 2014



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29 September 2015

Sweet Addiction



Sweet Addiction
by D. Denise Dianaty

Steam rising and dancing
Across the rippling midnight pool
The welcome caress of vapors
Sensual and inviting, 
The warming embrace of aroma
Now flooding ethereal white
Swirling deep to rise
Till clink, tink, clank, chink
The pool now renders
A devine decoction
That distillation of welcoming dawn
Smooth and rich and just right sweet

Porcelain vessel of joy!

by D. Denise Dianaty
© 25 August 2014









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22 September 2015

A Prayer of Mourning

From FUMC-FV
Merciful and Loving God
Surround and hold us in your Grace. 
All who mourn today beseech your loving compassion. 
Grief has come to us beyond our power to comprehend or overcome. 
We ask you to guide us and preserve us, 
Lift our hearts and let us not be overwhelmed 
Nor turn against you in our confusion and grief. 
Hold our hands, Lord, as we walk daily 
Through this veil of sadness and tragedy. 
Carry us in your Love and Mercy 
Until we come again to a place 
Where we can look forward 
And again know your Joy and Peace. 
In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ

                                                      ~Amen


by D. Denise Dianaty
© 22 September 2015
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Prayer for Comfort

Merciful and Loving Father in Heaven,
You are the source of Light in the earth,
The comfort and freedom of my soul
Every day is a struggle, weighing upon me
The world moves on, bustling and wrangling
Lord, I stumble often in my Life’s journey
Feeling misunderstood and isolated
It’s a struggle to find the blessing of comfort,
To keep holding on to my peace and hope
Guide me Lord, be my strength and my comfort
You alone are my peace and my hope
I know yours will always be the steady hand
Which guides me and catches me when I stumble
Bless my heart with gratitude and peace
Guide me by your Grace and will in this world
~ Amen



D. Denise Dianaty
© 22 September 2015



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07 September 2015

Raining Autumn Fall

From CityandBaby.com

Raining Autumn Fall

Crunch, schlackle-khrackle, squish…
Phschluppa-khrieck-schlewmp and snap…
Through the late November wood…
Splinter, crackle, scrunch and smatter…

Flurry scurry and fly about.
Flutter and rustle, schlicha-klecha…
By the wet North Wind blown,
Bustling hither and thither and yon…

Falling, falling for Autumn down…
Brown frosted veins of former verdancy…
Crushing delicate detritus beneath
Footfalls under bare boned skeletal trees.

Whoosh and whish and rrurr…
Mechanized winds blow and push,
Pile high the last of Autumn’s fall.
Leap and fly, and land as they scatter!

Crinkle, crumble, crushed dead on the ground…
Rake them up and let's fly again,
To lie beneath as they flutter down


Reveling in the raining Autumn fall.

by D. Denise Dianaty 
© 13 Nov 2014




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06 August 2015

My True Friend


Without her, the sister of my heart, Id never have become the person with whom my husband fell in love… Id never have this NOW.

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My True Friend

When others saw what they wanted me to be…
My true friend saw who I desired to see.
My true friend held up a mirror…
Showed the deeper me did endure.

When love seemed far beyond my reach…
My true friend did stop to teach
How love would grow from love within,
Not outward signs nor raucous din.

When love within seemed hard to find…
My true friend always was kind,
Loyal and true, a guide undaunted…
Though by doubt t’was I haunted.

With oft gentle reflection…
And sometimes annoyed intercession…
My true friend taught me to grow,
Refused to let me be laid low.

My decisions tho’ oft confusing,
Never turned my friend’s inducing…
Led me ever to deeper understanding…
The seeds of worth t’was planting.

Much frolic and laughter shared…
My true friend always cared
To make me whole and complete.
T’was the first I knew without deceit.

A bond and spiritual kinship…
Taught to me true friendship.
My true friend, the sister of my heart…
Even distance cannot part.

A beacon’s light I ever see…
My true friend will always be
She who taught me myself to love,
And opened my life to blessings above.

This poem is dedicated to Diane, sister of my heart and devoted godmother to my son. These words are too small to adequately express the blessing she has been on my life.
By D. Denise Dianaty
©23 August 2014



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27 July 2015

Hey!

Hey!
by D. Denise Dianaty

For each, a gift of generosity
From Granny's doting heart
I loved the Pop! Pop! Rattle! Tumble!
O'colored beads tossed within th'globe
Sister got the rolling scene pastoral
With tinkling, tumbling, music box sound


Run around and run around and run around…
Laughing… rolling 'em 'cross the ground.
Suddlenly… shockingly… Sister snatches that
Pop! Pop! rattling globe from me…
And toddles off with't joyfully
I'm left in a moment's consternation
O'er the injustice of it all…
A shrug… a giggle… Plop! I sit!
And happily twiddle round the scene pastoral
Delighted, enthralled with the tumbling
Tinkling, twinkling, music box sound
Chime and ting and chink-a-tink


Dash! And WHACK! Crashed 'cross my head!
Flash of stars and black blaze before my eyes
Bright twinkles on the edge of sight
Warm, itchy dribbles down my forehead
Sister giggles now and toddles away
Gone off now with both gifts - HEY!

D. Denise Dianaty
©30 August 2014




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