Chotki’s daylight

 

‘Chotki’s* daylight’ Trgates, 5/15/2022

pacing, rocking, nights. 

chotki, worn knots, heart’s sun rises. 

good morning daystar. 

* A prayer rope (Greek: κομποσκοίνι – komboskini; Russian: чётки – chotki (most common term) or вервица – vervitsa (literal translation); Arabic: مسبحة, romanized: misbaḥa……. part of the practice of eastern Orthodox monastics (and sometimes by others) to count the number of times one has prayed the Jesus Prayer or, occasionally, other prayers. 



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Yes, have burnt many bridges

‘Yes, have burnt many bridges’ Trgates,5/5/2022
born out of due time, 
on borrowed, more than once. 
accused of burning bridges,
saying things not needed,
unwilling to let some things go,
answering fully questions in interviews,
not willing to lockstep with any group,
thinking people actually desire you to answer their questions,
yes, and no are most of my political views
(folks usually want blind obedience to 
their positions, and groups. freedom?). 
issues? personality. 
OCD? undiagnosed. some accuse. 
obsessive? only like to complete things. 
memorize? photographic memory — like to say, “as long I take the right picture I remember the correct information.”
prayer, meditation, therapy, medication, doctors, children, godchildren, grandchildren, friends, and work? like to note, this is why I am still alive.

funny, love collides

 ‘funny, love collides’ 5/11/2022

funny, you get to an age,
and love collides. 
welcomed sweet babies,
walked with them. 
met friends,
some old souls,
others learned over time,
we’ve strolled from red earth. 
seems like an exponential curve,
baptizing time,
saying goodbye to family, and friends —
daily I see them within,
like cobblestone paths,
we smile together,
watching our babies 
growing, grown,
grown up with others. 
funny, you look
into the mirror,
your hoary head,
glistening eyes,
you know 
Grandpa, Mother, the rest
saw this on their day
looking into a mirror. 
funny, love collides.

Villains, God, and stuff

 'Villains, God, and stuff'                 timothyrgates, 6/2/2016

Villains, God, and
stuff
Judas, Jesus, and
Lazarus -
Judas hung,
couldn't deal with the
s't hitting the fan
Jesus hung,
not only feeling betrayed by friends
Lazarus died,
his friend broken in grief, healed him
(he did die, again, later.).
perhaps they played as children,
best friends,
they didn't note each other's idiosyncrasies:
Judas played banker
Jesus played over asps homes
Lazarus liked wrapping silk -
one was sorry
one was forgiving
one was friend of both.
Villains, God, and
stuff
Friends cover our ills
Friends hang when others take off
Friends weep after others forget,
see flowers blooming from s't;
don't see you as a devil
don't ask you to call them Lord, 
when hanging out. 
like tiny children, 
seeing divinity in daddy, and mommy,
friends see our humanness, 
and say,
"Thank you."
oh yes, demons and angels were playmates.

Cardinals, Doves waltz

 ‘Cardinals, Doves waltz’ Trgates,6/9/2022

Windows open clouds,
angels busy with others,
Anesti, perhaps. 

Icons write, or paint,
affectations in the way,
not ever alone. 

Cacophony’s prayers,
heart’s beat disquiets clatter,
Cardinals, and Doves waltz. 

Door swings, Mother smiles,
walk through, or pray one more day. 
stop. a neighbor knocks. 

Michal’s new story line

 “To love another person is to see the face of God.” ― Victor Hugo

இڿڰۣ Many Years - Mnogaya Leta -Xronia Polla இڿڰۣ
For your Wedding, Michal. Love, Tim

‘Michal’s new story line’ Trgates,5/25/2022
held by Mothers, Fathers,
we begin our story,
akin to how they started theirs. 
placing our feet in their footprints 
our first trust of hiking ensues,
like our first dance steps 
in their arms,
then on Daddy’s feet -
he pretending it doesn’t hurt a bit. 
one morning we awake,
and we’re their icons of love,
starting a new dance,
a new tune,
a new story line,
like the stars in heaven,
unique, however always together. 

“Enlightenment
is when a wave realizes
it is the ocean.”  📿 'Thich Nhat Manh 📿

They weep not for little ones

 ‘they weep not for little ones’ Trgates,6/4/2022

children used for wars,
guns, health, national actors
weep more for themselves.

‘river’s end doesn’t’ Trgates,5/22/2022
streams and rivers flow,
pebbles skip across the pond,
rings come together. 

‘a Mother’s arms’ Trgates,5/8/2022
Angel’s wings give flight,
like a hen gathers her chicks,
Feathers from mothers.

Bluebirds singing

 ‘Bluebirds singing’ Trgates,6/23/2022

Sun’s shining, Bluebirds singing. 
well, sometimes blinding,
other times eardrum pounding. 
politicians offer inane 
thoughts and prayers,
one thing they’re in sync. 
“everything happens for a reason,”
dripping from pulpits, ambos, 
pontifications of answers
where there’s none. 
only bettered by nihilist decrying
the good intentions of others. 
Bluebirds do sing,
Redbirds often fluttering. 
somehow innocence robbed 
girls, boys, women, men
are not all buried,
violated again by
politicians, prophets, and juridical folks. 
strange, Sparrows fare better. 
Sun’s shining, leaving 
shadows. 

Three Haikus and Georgia Lee by Waits

 Three haikus, then a reality piece I still pray for better days for all, then the lyrics of song by Tom Waits a favorite of mine since the first time hearing. Love blessings. 

‘they weep not for little ones’ Trgates,6/4/2022
children used for wars,
guns, health, national actors
weep more for themselves.

‘river’s end doesn’t’ Trgates,5/22/2022
streams and rivers flow,
pebbles skip across the pond,
rings come together. 

‘a Mother’s arms’ Trgates,5/8/2022
Angel’s wings give flight,
like a hen gathers her chicks,
Feathers from mothers.

Κύριε ἐλέησον (Kyrie eleison), known in our doing the same. Gratefully lived.
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‘Bluebirds singing’ Trgates,6/23/2022
Sun’s shining, Bluebirds singing. 
well, sometimes blinding,
other times eardrum pounding. 
politicians offer inane 
thoughts and prayers,
one thing they’re in sync. 
“everything happens for a reason,”
dripping from pulpits, ambos, 
pontifications of answers
where there’s none. 
only bettered by nihilist decrying
the good intentions of others. 
Bluebirds do sing,
Redbirds often fluttering. 
somehow innocence robbed 
girls, boys, women, men
are not all buried,
violated again by
politicians, prophets, and juridical folks. 
strange, Sparrows fare better. 
Sun’s shining, leaving 
shadows.
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‘Georgia Lee,” lyrics by Tom Waits:

Cold was the night and hard was the ground
They found her in a small grove of trees
And lonesome was the place where Georgia was found
She's too young to be out on the street

Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there
For Georgia Lee?

Ida said she couldn't keep Georgia from dropping out of school
I was doing the best that I could
Oh, but she just kept running away from this world
These children are so hard to raise good

Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there
For Georgia Lee?

Close your eyes and count to ten
I will go and hide but then
Be sure to find me, I want you to find me
And we'll play all over
We'll play all over
We'll play all over
Again

There's a toad in the witch grass, there's a crow in the corn
Wild flowers on a cross by the road
And somewhere a baby is crying for her mom
As the hills turn from green back to gold

And why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there
For Georgia Lee?

Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
And why wasn't God there
For Georgia Lee?

Children in way of wars; Angels fly

 Children in the way of Big People’s Wars, daily are killed, accurately murdered, leaders prefer the euphemism, “collateral damage,” in their place so they don’t need to own that they all justify the killing of innocents. Perhaps this is why leaders break openly when our own are murdered by anyone? Remember, leaders all over the world all day long pick the ones to be outraged over. Please let us be outraged. And, let us do the things said many times over the last two decades to keep our own safer.  And, let us be honest, and call all the killing of children, and innocents by warring countries what it is: murder. Lord have mercy, let us have the same. 



'Angels, fly only today' timothyrgates,3/7/2017

I've seen angels cry

seen them sigh

then die. 

I've talked with angels,

wept with them

laughed, roared,

then went to sleep,

finding myself awake,

unconcerned about 

whether it's dreaming. 

Angels have caught me

when I couldn't see

then we had tea. 

"Singing a song of myself,"

sixth tone intoned 

on a loop, 

here we set aside our wings,

halos of illusions,

we exist only together,

yet cannot fly for the other. 

Angels, fly only today

children, ready to play

we, then have no need to say. 

Behold, looking into the mirror,

translucent window,

angels walk barefoot. 

'angels don't always fly' timothy r gates, 8/13/2009

angels don't always
fly
do they die?

I bet they
would like to say,
'bye, bye.'
angels don't always
fly
do they sigh?

I bet
they'd like to say,
'oh shit, you didn't fry?’
Angels don't always
fly
do they lie?

I bet 
they'd like to say,
'genesis, perhaps a better try?'
Angels don't always
fly
their feathers drenched,
too heavy to spread,
not ready to drip dry –

Angles don't always
fly
when they
cry.

'Angels fall; Angels true' timothy r gates, 3/11/2008

angels fall:
some are said to fall,
some are told they've fallen,
some don't know why they haven't;
some simply weep, praying for redemption 
- ours,
us who do not weep,
who've never fallen,
who've claimed all for themselves,
unable to see the blood-stained tears.

angels, swift to aid,
not seen, save by: 
children,
those of hoary heads,
those of slower minds
those of warm hearts
those whose pain hasn't killed them 

and,
those who dare to behold Beauty,
not giving a damn or blessed
whether angels are real or illusions,
only that they are true.

falling,
I prayed for success,
an angel who knew my tears, flew 
-my unsaid words,
on this messenger's wings landed.

vicarious, 
like children,
those who've forgotten their age,
those of slower minds,
those of warm hearts,
those whose pain hasn't killed them

and, 
those who dare to behold Beauty.
angels fall
taking flight, again
when our need surpasses our greed,
and they're unable to find more tears.

They weep not for little ones

 ‘they weep not for little ones’ Trgates,6/4/2022

children used for wars,
guns, health, national actors
weep more for themselves.