24 February 2015

Poem: "Soul to Soul"

Art by Klimt

Soul to Soul

Soul and soul alone, divided by ocean’s brine…
Looked up and wondered on one shining star…
A wish, a hope made for love to find…
Two faces do lonely sadness mar.

Years wend on, without love’s rhyme…
Heart and heart from each other so far…
No song they find in rhythm and time…
Another’s heart beat can only jar.

Earth turns, on marches time…
Life’s tragedies both hearts scar…
Hope fades as love shows no sign…
Forgotten -- the wish upon that star.

Two souls united across all time…
Drawn together from places far…
Through many obstacles, yours and mine…
The miracle of us written ‘pon a star.

Soul to soul for each other we shine…
We found each other and made a start…
Before God our union we made divine…
Two souls embraced one united heart.

by D. Denise Dianaty
© 14 February 2014

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18 February 2015

A Haunting Romance Novel: Living Beyond the End


The End…
Danielle and Xander sat on either sides at Johnny’s bedside. The static and beep and “schlup" of the monitors and machinery connected to him filled a room of otherwise sacred quiet. Johnny slept more and more these days. Xander looked up, caught Danielle’s fretful glance, and smiled with a reassuring shrug, hugging himself. What more comfort could he offer himself or her? There was nothing more to be done for Johnny.

Johnny and Xander and “Danny” had always been together, it seemed. As boys, they’d been the first friends she’d made when Danielle’s family moved to town. Playmates and best friends… always. Xander had dubbed her “Danny” that very first day, looking up from the ground at her as she hung upside down from a branch of the giant oak in her front yard. In those halcyon days, no one in the town could ever think of just one of them: it could only ever, always be “Johnny, Xander, and Danny.” In high school, for everyone else, she became “Danielle” again, too grown up for “Danny.” But, they’d remained boon companions and she was, and always would be, “Danny” to them. She wasn’t even sure when things began to change between her and Johnny; but, it was magic she would always treasure.

With sad sigh, Danielle reached out and took Johnny’s hand in her own, and held it there, atop the hospital covers. Her eyes were red from crying too often. Xander’s eyes too had a teary redness to them. Johnny was his best friend. He’d been so happy when Danielle and Johnny got together. No one had more deserved to share a love like theirs than the two of them. They might be young, but their love was a forever kind of beauty the world needed. Everyone at school and around town seemed to agree; they’d even been voted, almost unanimously, Prom King and Queen last year. 

Xander would never get to plan that bachelor party now. So many surgeries and so much time in the hospital had taken their toll these past months. They’d had this perfect year, the three of them, ending with Prom. Then… Life happened… hard. Johnny fell ill and was rushed to the hospital just weeks after prom, just days after Xander’s and Danielle’s dads lost their jobs when the factory shut down, unexpectedly. Then, Xander’s beloved grandfather passed away suddenly. It was the same week Danielle’s parents split up.

Xander and Danielle looked up as Johnny shifted in bed. His cavernous visage and hairless pate were like a wound… like a stain on the world. Then, he opened his eyes and he seemed his same old, smiling and generous self. “C’mon, guys! Dump the long faces.” He blew a kiss in Danielle’s direction, “Hey, Babe, is there any juice on that tray?” 

She reluctantly let go of his hand and cleared her expression as she turned to the tray on the table at his bedside; she opened the small bottle of apple juice in the ice bucket. “Do you want these pain pills too?” she asked, peeling off the little foil cap on the juice bottle and eyeing the tiny cup with two small whitish pills in it.

She turned and handed him the juice. As he took it, he replied, “Nah, let’s see how I feel for a bit first.” With a jaunty nod at his friend, he continued, “It’s gloomy as hell in here! Xander, let the world in!” 

With a grin and a tolerant shake of his head, a lock of his just-that-much-too-long, wavy, dark golden hair falling across his eyes, Xander opened the blinds, and cranked open the window. Bright sun light flooded the room and the sounds of fluttering wings and pigeons cooing filtered into the room where the birds frolicked on the ledge and windowsill. The sunlight made Danielle’s shoulder-length red curls seem to glow like fire about her heart shaped, freckled face. Johnny flung out his arm and motioned her in, as always, reveling in the voluptuousness of her form. Danielle leaned on the bedside next to him. He wrapped his arm around her waist and playfully nudge one bulging breast, as she settled into the space beside him. In no time it seemed, he had them chatting and joking until they’d almost forgotten where they were.

Johnny was suddenly wracked by pain and coughing. The monitors set up a nerve-jangling squawk and scream. An orderly and a couple of nurses rushed in with a cart full of equipment, followed by a harried looking doctor. Danielle and Xander stood back, in the corner next to the window, out of the way. As they looked on, Xander put his arm around Danielle to comfort her. When the medical teams had finally stabilized him, the nurse gave him those pain pills and left.

Johnny lay back for a moment, breathing heavily, with his eyes closed. Xander and Danielle took up station on either side of him, each a mirror of the other’s strained expression. After some agonizing moments, Johnny opened his eyes and motioned Xander around the other side of the bed, next to Danielle. 

He heaved an exhausted sigh and said to Xander, “Best buds, right?”

“You know it, brother,” Xander replied, his brow furrowing. 

“Listen, guys,” Johnny’s breath rasped and he spoke laboriously. “This is it for me. No more tomorrows.”

“Oh, Johnny… please don’t,” Danielle softly sobbed.

“Hey, Babe… don’t now… Remember the good times,” He looked up at Xander and continued, “Your word, man. Ya gotta look after my lady now. I’m countin’ on ya. I’ll be watchin’,” he said with a smirk. Xander couldn’t speak, he just nodded. Johnny looked to Danielle, “And you gotta keep Xander movin’ forward, Babe.”

He held out his arm again, and she leaned there beside him a few moments more. He lifted his head and they shared a kiss. Xander sat on the edge of the bed next to him at her knee. Johnny let himself drift into drug-induced sleep. They sat like that for a long time before the monitor flat-lined.

by D. Denise Dianaty
© 16 October 2014

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16 February 2015

Poem: "Look Away, Look Away…"

Inspired by a song from Fiver Finger Punch

Dancing eyes, shining and bright
Heed drum beats call and be our might
Run fast and sure and strive to learn
Be forged a weapon, ‘gainst evil to turn
A world far from home to fight the good fight
So we may stand proudly in our might
Twas dark, heinous deeds needed doing
For the battle ahead was his humanity’s undoing
We taught him well how to deal death
‘Pon far foreign soil, baptized in bloodbath

Look away, look away…
Turn a blind eye…
Don’t remind us of the monstrous deeds needed
Don’t make us thankful the call you heeded

Homeward bound now the battle is done
Invisible stains…what victory won?
He fought, yet he lived to come home
An uncomfortable reflection so loathsome
Dead heroes came home to honor and mourn
Warriors return without fanfare’s horn
No shining bright and dancing eyes
In his countenance now only sadness lies
Haunted now in his deepest soul
Betrayed by what patriots still extol

Look away, look away…
Turn a blind eye…
Don’t remind us of the monstrous deeds needed
Don’t make us thankful the call you heeded

Turn aside, refuse to see
There he sits, lost… lost in the lee
We sent him on to man-made hell
Praised him for monstrous death done well
Turn now from his ravaged visage
Don’t look upon that morbid grimace
The deed has been done and forgotten
Don’t remind us what the patriot’s begotten 
We sent him on, made him the warrior
To stride the chasm, to stand the furor

Look away, look away…
Turn a blind eye…
Don’t remind us of the monstrous deeds needed
Don’t make us thankful the call you heeded

Stood strong, stood tall, fought the battle
Watched compatriots fall, heard their death rattle
He broke down the door, meted out terror
Became in our name the dark horror
Looked the enemy in the eye and gave them death
Watched them fall, take their last breath
He believed in the right of our glorious cause
And we scarce knew a moment’s pause
He walked as darkness in a human shell
The wrong side of heaven, the righteous side of hell

Look away, look away…
Turn a blind eye…
Don’t remind us of the monstrous deeds needed
Don’t make us thankful the call you heeded

by D. Denise Dianaty
© 07 September 2015




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Poem: "Thump-Thump…Thump-Thump…"

An erotic inner cadence as we grow through love

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
Drum beat of sorrow

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
Rapine devouring of tomorrow

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
Heaving sighs of heartache

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
Overflowing heartbreak

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
Beating heart enflamed

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
Waiting to be tamed

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
You gaze into my eyes

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
And make my heart rise

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
That look… my mouth stutters

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
Your gaze… my heart flutters

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
The curling of my toes

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
A kiss in passion’s throes

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
Your scent… so strong and warm

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
My every sense you swarm

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
Bodies tangle… rush and fumble

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
Hearts and limbs together tumble

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
Sated, lying face to face

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
Held tight in your embrace

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
Your embrace is my safe harbor

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
My world’s become your ardor

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
On this path which we’ve begun

Thump-thump… thump-thump…
Our hearts now beat as one

by D. Denise Dianaty
© 01 September 2015

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12 February 2015

Poem: The Gift of Sabbath


NIV - Matthew 11:28 "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."

Our days are filled with heavy toil
With pursuit of wealth and need
A hustle-bustle, headlong rush
From every waking until we sleep
Racing from the cradle to the grave

Time sliced up in years and months
Portioned out in weeks and days
Given up in hours and minutes
Seconds ticking to the final end
Ever faster in our passing lives

Seven are our days apportioned
Work and home and play and toil
You and me and them and we
Time divided, sliced… doled out
In years that stretch before us

Six days in work and help give purpose
Divine connection to a demanding God
But in the day of rest… that gift of Sabbath
In the stop and rest… the heart of quiet
We hear the heart of our loving God

The still small voice that tells us
“Come to me, all you who are weary
and burdened, and I will give you rest.”
The voice speaks to us in the stillness
When we stop and rest, embracing Sabbath

“By the seventh day God had finished 
[all] the work He had been doing; 
so on the seventh day He rested 
from all his work. And God blessed 
the seventh day and made it holy, 

because on it He rested 
from all the work of creating 
that He [for six days] had done.”
And in that seventh God showed to us
His divine grace and loving mercy

He gives us rest found in the stopping
And speaks to us in the stillness of silence
A still small voice comes in the heart of rest
A communion with Peace and Love
In Grace and Mercy from His breast

Genesis 2:2 By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. 3 And God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done.

Nehemiah 8:10 Nehemiah said, "Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared. This day is sacred to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the LORD is your strength.”

Matthew 11:28 Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

More scripture that inspired this poem:
Matthew: 1 At that time Jesus went through the grainfields on the Sabbath. His disciples were hungry and began to pick some heads of grain and eat them. 2 When the Pharisees saw this, they said to him, "Look! Your disciples are doing what is unlawful on the Sabbath." 3 He answered, "Haven't you read what David did when he and his companions were hungry? 4 He entered the house of God, and he and his companions ate the consecrated bread--which was not lawful for them to do, but only for the priests. 5 Or haven't you read in the Law that on the Sabbath the priests in the temple desecrate the day and yet are innocent? 6 I tell you that one greater than the temple is here. 7 If you had known what these words mean, 'I desire mercy, not sacrifice,' you would not have condemned the innocent. 8 For the Son of Man is Lord of the Sabbath." 9 Going on from that place, he went into their synagogue, 10 and a man with a shriveled hand was there. Looking for a reason to accuse Jesus, they asked him, "Is it lawful to heal on the Sabbath?" 11 He said to them, "If any of you has a sheep and it falls into a pit on the Sabbath, will you not take hold of it and lift it out? 12 How much more valuable is a man than a sheep! Therefore it is lawful to do good on the Sabbath." 13 Then he said to the man, "Stretch out your hand." So he stretched it out and it was completely restored, just as sound as the other. 14 But the Pharisees went out and plotted how they might kill Jesus.

Luke 13:10 On a Sabbath Jesus was teaching in one of the synagogues, 11 and a woman was there who had been crippled by a spirit for eighteen years. She was bent over and could not straighten up at all. 12 When Jesus saw her, he called her forward and said to her, "Woman, you are set free from your infirmity." 13 Then he put his hands on her, and immediately she straightened up and praised God. 14 Indignant because Jesus had healed on the Sabbath, the synagogue ruler said to the people, "There are six days for work. So come and be healed on those days, not on the Sabbath." 15 The Lord answered him, "You hypocrites! Doesn't each of you on the Sabbath untie his ox or donkey from the stall and lead it out to give it water? 16 Then should not this woman, a daughter of Abraham, whom Satan has kept bound for eighteen long years, be set free on the Sabbath day from what bound her?" 17 When he said this, all his opponents were humiliated, but the people were delighted with all the wonderful things he was doing.

Luke 14:1 One Sabbath, when Jesus went to eat in the house of a prominent Pharisee, he was being carefully watched. 2 There in front of him was a man suffering from dropsy. 3 Jesus asked the Pharisees and experts in the law, "Is it lawful to heal on the Sabbath or not?" 4 But they remained silent. So taking hold of the man, he healed him and sent him away. 5 Then he asked them, "If one of you has a son or an ox that falls into a well on the Sabbath day, will you not immediately pull him out?" 6 And they had nothing to say.

John 5:1 Some time later, Jesus went up to Jerusalem for a feast of the Jews. 2 Now there is in Jerusalem near the Sheep Gate a pool, which in Aramaic is called Bethesda and which is surrounded by five covered colonnades. 3 Here a great number of disabled people used to lie--the blind, the lame, the paralyzed. 5 One who was there had been an invalid for thirty-eight years. 6 When Jesus saw him lying there and learned that he had been in this condition for a long time, he asked him, "Do you want to get well?" 7 "Sir," the invalid replied, "I have no one to help me into the pool when the water is stirred. While I am trying to get in, someone else goes down ahead of me." 8 Then Jesus said to him, "Get up! Pick up your mat and walk." 9 At once the man was cured; he picked up his mat and walked. The day on which this took place was a Sabbath, 10 and so the Jews said to the man who had been healed, "It is the Sabbath; the law forbids you to carry your mat." 11 But he replied, "The man who made me well said to me, 'Pick up your mat and walk.' " 12 So they asked him, "Who is this fellow who told you to pick it up and walk?" 13 The man who was healed had no idea who it was, for Jesus had slipped away into the crowd that was there. 14 Later Jesus found him at the temple and said to him, "See, you are well again. Stop sinning or something worse may happen to you." 15 The man went away and told the Jews that it was Jesus who had made him well.

Life Through the Son
16 So, because Jesus was doing these things on the Sabbath, the Jews persecuted him. 17 Jesus said to them, "My Father is always at his work to this very day, and I, too, am working." 

John 7:21 Jesus said to them, "I did one miracle, and you are all astonished. 22 Yet, because Moses gave you circumcision (though actually it did not come from Moses, but from the patriarchs), you circumcise a child on the Sabbath. 23 Now if a child can be circumcised on the Sabbath so that the law of Moses may not be broken, why are you angry with me for healing the whole man on the Sabbath? 24 Stop judging by mere appearances, and make a right judgment.”

Hebrews4:9 There remains, then, a Sabbath-rest for the people of God; 10 for anyone who enters God's rest also rests from his own work, just as God did from his. 11 Let us, therefore, make every effort to enter that rest, 

Inspiration was also found in: 24/6 A Prescription for a Healthier, Happier Life, By: Matthew Sleeth

by D. Denise Dianaty
© 08 October 2014

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11 February 2015

Poem: "Move On, Move On…"

A tribute to my grandparents and their enduring love…

Walking the mall hand in hand
A pause to share a light, chaste kiss

Move on, move on…

Smiles from strangers who pass
To see these two elders still so in love

Move on, move on…

So long together they’ve always been
Still holding hands, gazing ‘pon t’other with love

Move on, move on…

Now clinging to life, so hard to let go
Not for himself but still for her

Move on, move on…

He hangs by a prayer and a hope
A hope to lift a hand to her brow once more

Move on, move on…

So many years for her he worked
For only her comfort, her joy

Move on, move on…

At peace now, for he knows
I promise she’ll not be forgotten

Move on, move on…

Ahead now he flies on to Heaven
There to await, again to take her hand

Move on, move on…

Lain for so long in the home of the forgotten
She always remembers her lover

Move on, move on…

The once lively eyes unfocused
Seeing who knows not what or where

Move on, move on…

So soon once he’d gone now it seems
She’s hurrying along for to follow

Move on, move on…

Not yet a year had gone past
Before she lay, herself to life tightly clinging

Move on, move on…

Told now it’s alright, go head, now move on
He’s gone ahead, is waiting Above for you

Move on, move on…

Passed on now to Heaven, to her lover
Hand in hand for all Eternity they walk

Move on, move on…

For Jack Averitt, passed 05 September 2008
and for Dorothy Averitt, passed 01 May 2009
 ~ and for the love they shared

by D. Denise Dianaty
© 04 September 2014

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