POETRY:Texas Twang-a-Rang
EASTER IS COMING
To those who weep in dark despair beside the sad and empty chair; lift up your eyes - and see God there: Easter is coming... Fling out your words and put to flight the lingering shadows of the night; lift up your eyes and see the Light - Easter is coming!
AN ORANGE
Today, I ate an orange the color of an autumn sky its sweetness tinged with tang, awry - the flavour of the sun; a fruit for ancient nobles in regal robes of silk and gold draped thick in jewels manifold, who fought to eat just one... a child out picking cotton starving for a bite to eat, thirsting for an orange sweet to eat, but there was none - the…
WEEP NOW FOR THE INNOCENT
Weep now for the Innocents, the ones War comes to find in Churches, Temples, Schoolyards, when the bombs are falling, blind; where the Wicked search for targets, leaving blood and tears behind - Weep now for the Innocents of War. Weep now for their families, weep now for their kin when their anger turns to hatred and their hatred turns to sin when th…
I WILL LIVE
Three things I can’t live without: Coffee Cold Water You and yet I know the truth; someday I may face Life without familiar warmth; the comfort of chilled glass, the hands that once I held - I shall live without, and ache inside and yet I still will live… Three things I can’t bear to see: Sorrow Suffering Death And yet I know the facts; Someday…
THE TREASURE HUNTER
From the first cup at the rise of the sun; 'til last ray of light when day's work is done... hours spent working on things left undone - where did my time fly away? Wealthy in years turns impoverished in days; yet still I thrill a heart set in its ways, burning my hours in a glorious blaze - watching my time fly away... Hours spent searching for nothi…
STARVING CAT HAIKU
There is no excuse. You cannot defend yourself- you did not feed Cat. R. H. Snow’s Deep Thoughts from the Dubble-wide of D00m is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
A FLOWER IN THE SNOW
Be a flower in the snow. Winter rages; winds may blow - through the ice, new life will grow a flower in the snow Be a petal on the wind, when the frosted breeze would send far from home, the sky befriend - a petal on the windR. H. Snow’s Deep Thoughts from the Dubble-wide of D00m is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my w…
WAFFLE-STEALING CAT HAIKU
Waffle-stealing Cat, please do not steal my Waffle- cruel pink tongue of Doom. R. H. Snow’s Deep Thoughts from the Dubble-wide of D00m is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
HAIKU HAIKU
Sighs -"I love Haiku'... The way each word speaks to me writ in rhythms true...R. H. Snow’s Deep Thoughts from the Dubble-wide of D00m is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
TESTIMONY
We shall see the work of our own hands, the light of our own lives fade away When we do, what tribute shall they bring? What moment shall they sing in that day? Let our lives be testimony to the good that God can do come what may...
Cat's Life
I wish to see the world through the eyes of my cat just to love where I'm at in a furry ball, curled I wish to see myself through her golden-green eyes all her wonderings, wise as she sits on my shelf The pleasures of a soul lived in moments of now embracing why and how we are part of the whole a cat's life is my goal
HERE THERE BE MONSTERS
From the graves of child-sex slaves I hear the howling shade; weeping, bones beneath the stones bemoans a curse they've laid- Woes to those who won't disclose the horror of their claim, or shame the same, yet lay the blame upon the victims' name... Hell awaits accept your fates here there be monsters EPSTEIN DOCUMENTS HERE:
THE TURN OF OUR YEAR
It's the Eve of the Turn of our Year - let us go with our heart in our hand. Patient, we wait; God opens the gate to a world that we won't understand... Time in a trickle of sand. It's the Turn of the Year of our Eve - What is happening next? No one knows; the Truth never lies. Who lives? Who dies? For t…
💖UGLY LOVE💖
💖UGLY LOVE💖The Wall comes for All; don't like what you see? prepare to hit harder- the Wall comes for Thee. Rounding the curve, high speed and low drag- the wheels come off and the springs start to sag... hitting the Wall ain't a Sin to Atone; Ugly Love's better Than dying alone.
FIBONACCI ROSE
One, One, then Two - counting Three, jumping now to Five; Fibonacci Rose is alive! Swirling all around me, patterns blossoming to thrive... 1 1 2 3 5 R. H. Snow’s Deep Thoughts from the Dubble-wide of D00m is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
ANNUNCIATION
Down in the Valley of Sorrow and Shame - Drowning in Tears, fearing heartache and blame; Lift up your eyes to the Hills and proclaim... Christmas is Coming Again! Don't let the darkness of doubt steal your Light - Dream choirs of Angels and Songs in the Night; Down with despairing, and Up with delight... Christmas is Coming Again! Ring in your Hop…
A CARMELISED SKY
A carmelised sky... the flavor of the sunset satisfies my soulR. H. Snow’s Deep Thoughts from the Dubble-wide of D00m is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
LIBERTAS DELENDA EST
Those who let the State dictate What is Love and what is Hate Won't let us elaborate on what is Truth or Lies- What is Freedom? What is Speech? What is spoken each to each will never be beyond the reach of Tyrants in disguise- the State's all-seeing Eyes
COZY THINGS
My Sweater and Cat; two cozy things, together make one cozy Me.R. H. Snow’s Deep Thoughts from the Dubble-wide of D00m is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
THE LOVE OF OLD DOGS
Those who do not know the Love of Old Dogs cannot hope to grasp the worth of their love, confined to intervals of shortened time upon this Earth; wriggling joy of life distilled into a tiny space and place in time, filling empty hearts with love beyond their measure- Finity, sublime.
COURAGE of HOPE
Courage, Courage! We light the fire; Inspiring Spark or Funeral Pyre? Choking on smoke as the flames fly higher - This is the Courage of Hope... Hopes encourage thoughts of the Free, Phoenixes rising, eventually; Fires turns to ashes, their embers to be Eternal Courage of Hope.
Heard Only In My Heart
Remember those with love today who watch this world from far away- the laughter of a Child at play, heard only in the Heart... you still exist, you still are near; I cannot see, but I can hear- the Voice of Love that whispers here, heard only in my Heart.
MIDDAY MEDITATION: Books, Burgers and Feasts
A Burger’s just a Burger, with or without fries; but when it’s the Best Burger all the rest are lies… it transcends all the tables History has laid a Burger’s just a Burger - til Best Burger’s made. So some Books are a Burger; some Books are a Feast. When Books are Best Burgers, they're greater than …
MIDNIGHT MUSE: Requiem
Now your race is run. Sleep in sweet oblivion, setting with the sun - rest! The war is won, the Warrior's Home. Sorrows, shun; Life ends, as begun - cradled by the One holding you, His sleeping son, singing; "Day is done..." R. H. Snow’s Deep Thoughts from the Dubble-wide of D00m is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my…
MIDNIGHT MUSE: CELLARS OF OUR MIND
Our memories are wine; once grapes upon the vine now stored away within the cooling cellars of our mind - We hoard our hours away against the coming day when we are left alone, bereft of lives we've left behind - Uncork and fill the glass! The sweetness comes to pass the love is there, our answered prayer; the grapes once more we find - Memories defi…
MIDNIGHT MUSE: FUTURE MEMORY
The coming of the Day means Dreams will fly away their memories as shadows left behind; but through the veil we see the Hero we could be in visions left in corners of our Mind... This is the lasting gift - a momentary lift of consciousness, allowing us to see behind the looking glass; before we come to pass - our inner selves, as future memory.
FORGIVING LOVE
Forgiveness comes in letting go- the doing and the saying so; when anger melts to tears, to flow into the sea of Love... to wash our memories with rain. Those wounds that wrack our souls with pain can only close and heal again to live, forgiving Love.
LAHAINA AFLAME
LAHAINA AFLAME A fire - no sirens; no water, and no way out; forced into the flame local people die. Their land, their lives, their stories only ash and name- while the smoke rises the Powerful seize land - but 'Climate' is to blame... Lahaina, aflame #Lahaina #haiku #Fire
SEMPER TYRANNIS
Let's celebrate when those who hate the State are maimed and killed; it's for the best that they're addressed in past tense when it's willed by Governments whose pure intents by fawning press are shilled - Death must be the Law of all the Land. Let's never ask who wears the mask to ever show their face; the pure in heart will gladly part with reason…
THE DAY
It was a day like any day the sun still rose and fell; the moon still wheeling in the sky and stars with her as well - and all along the rolling tide of time, the hours flew; the minutes spent in work and sleep, their little chores to do - but from the other side of time, the Miracle I see; the day that might have never been - You are still here w…
I FOUND A BROKEN HEART
I found a broken heart. It was lying in the shadows on a dirty concrete sidewalk with crumpled, trembling wings. I looked around to see who might have dropped it on their way; I could not comprehend how men could hurt such fragile things... Who'd throw away a heart? I plucked it up from where it lay; inscribed upon it, clear as day my Name - my blam…
I FOUND A BROKEN HEART
I found a broken heart. It was lying in the shadows on a dirty concrete sidewalk with crumpled, trembling wings. I looked around to see who might have dropped it on their way; I could not comprehend how men could hurt such fragile things... Who'd throw away a heart? I plucked it up from where it lay; inscribed upon it, clear as day my Name - my blam…
BOUQUET
Broken flowers, fallen petals- scattered on the grass; broken humans, fallen spirits- shattered hearts of glass; See what the Hands of Love can do, gathered as I pass...
HAIL THE WESTERN SKIES!
Hail the Western Skies! on the Prairie breeze we rise- day's end falling soon. High above the farms as the Sunset spreads his arms to the Earth's sweet tune; soaring on cloud wings, soft, the Chipping Sparrow sings songs to the Spring Moon.
GOD SPEAKING TO US
God Speaking to us is a brief blooming flower in the sunset glow - Hearing Creation in that last shining hour before it is gone; The Face that we love lives forever eternal here, within our Hearts. What is the Divine? in the Heart of the Lover, the Face of the Loved? Have you not seen them? The things that you have so loved - Miracles made real? Ha…
PEACE vs PIECE: Why Not Both?
These are my up the Road Neighbors Bluebonnets; thanks, Neighbor💖The Peace of our Life, in the whirlwind of our Storm - sheltered in our Heart. ~~~~~ A piece in my hand - .357 magnum; I need to buy more ammo...
Angels Come Down
Angels come down; we do not see. They stand at the portals between you and me - they wait by the bedside and hover above, the Prayers of another their whispers of Love... Be not afraid! They come in the night when others are praying by dim candlelight; Angels come down.
Miracles and Mayhem
Miracles and mayhem. Thus hand in hand, they walk the rising tides, and talk of outlines drawn in chalk - then choose to disappear as mysteries appear. If you want another, one goes with the other, closer than a Brother - Miracles and mayhem.R. H. Snow’s Deep Thoughts from the Dubble-wide of D00m is a reader-supported publication. To receive new post…
Kindness is Small
Allium bivalve, “False Garlic”, Limestone County, Texas: Spring starts small… Kindness is small; a word in the night - a prayer in the dark puts shadows to flight. Kindness is quick; Though givers are gone - their flickering flame forever lives on... Kindness is real; in words or in deeds - your Kindness today is what the World needs.
Legacies of Love
Photo by R. H SnowLove today, while yet you may - Life is fleeing fast away; Sorrows cannot spoil or slay the Legacies of Love. In the end, Silver is Stone... Gold cannot for sin atone; Eternity lives alone in Legacies of Love. -R. H. SnowR. H. Snow’s Deep Thoughts from the Dubble-wide of D00m is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts…
THE HEALER OF DREAMS
Bring all your Nightmares to the Healer of Dreams. The One who has access to all that Life seems... the Good and the Bad The Happy and Sad, Transformative Memories flowing like streams Into our Future with the Healer of Dreams.R. H. Snow’s Deep Thoughts from the Dubble-wide of D00m is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my…
We, their Cocoon
”The Butterfly Mother” -Art by Laura R. MorrisButterfly Children fly away. We, their Cocoon, always remember... our Child was alive, flying away on Love's wings - Butterfly Children.
Indescribable - Cat Haiku
Indescribable - The comforting warmth of Catsin January. R. H. Snow’s Deep Thoughts from the Dubble-wide of D00m is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
The Close of the Year
Limestone County Texas - December 31, 2022 - 6:10PM The close of the Year, Sunset of the present Age; On our horizon… ~~~~~ This, ‘the Year that was’ in all its pain and glory now a memory - ~~~~~ It won’t come again. Tomorrow brings our Future rising with the Dawn.
CHRISTMAS, HE CAME HOME
The Wind comes whistling through the wide-open prairie, the Voice of Winter. It sings of the cold, a frozen lyric of ice gray clouds in the sky; Howling Coyotes singing in the Blue Norther, a song of the Plains. *Down an oil-top road Beneath a shivering moon A tiny house waits
SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS
Now the sleeping eyes awaken, Startled by the brutish boot As the Caesar steps, ascending On the tongues of critics mute. ~ Thus the lash of tyrants ever starts so soft, of falsehoods made; ‘til the whip of brazen boldness on the back of Truth is laid…
HAIKU BBQ #2: Cat Warmth
The cold North Plains Wind roars, but cannot overcome the warmth of my cat. R. H. Snow’s Deep Thoughts from the Dubble-wide of D00m is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
The Lover of Life
I Am the Lover of Life, The Great I Am of Thought and Deed; The Logos of My Voice creates The deeps and swirling Seas - I Am Creator of Worlds, The One who breathes the dust to flesh; The beating of My Heart ignites The beauties of the Earth - I Am the Father of All,
Transmutation
Ashes to Life becomes Life into Dust; Lead becomes Gold but the Gold turns to Rust - Babes become Beauties, then Age - as we must... How can we know whom to trust? ~~~~~ The Eye of the Body is blind to the Soul 'Til eyes are opened and hearts are made whole;
INDEPENDENCE CANNOT COME WITHOUT MEMORIAL DAY
Firetrucks roll proudly, while fifes and drummers play; Fireworks blast loudly while politicians bray... Though the world seems safe now and death seems far away - Independence cannot come without Memorial Day. ~~~~~ Honored Dead still slumber beneath the wreaths they lay;
I Will Wear Your Brooch
I will wear your brooch the Silver Gemstone Flowers You wore when you passed ~~~~~ I will touch your hair the Silver Silken Tresses, a lock in a box ~~~~~ I will hold your hand Forever in my Spirit kneeling beside you ~~~~~ You still are with me Ever in my memory
A Texan, Upon Reading Robert Burns "Address to a Haggis"
Anow and then, when reading Burns, my Texas Heart for Highlands yearns; amongst his Gaelic flowers and ferns his “Address to a Haggis” turns… ~~~~~ the finest words a Scottish tongue has ever spoken , cursed or sung are writ for all eternity in Haggis’ epic memory.
Wars and Rumors of Wars
The children are dead; mothers are weeping wars and rumors of wars The news is not saying - anchors are sleeping wars and rumors of wars Down in the Valley, beyond the green fields, sun shining bright on the weapon he wields, a man will fight for the family he shields
Carpe Per Diem
Lost in the moment, finding my way back to the morning, the start of the day where the feelings were flying and words went astray what should I say? I haven’t yet found out the way to make time turn from the ugly and back to sublime the rewind of memory turns on a dime
Signs of Life
Your cup on the dresser Your sock on the floor Your dish in the sink as you run out the door - flotsam and jetsam of days in a rush one last little push… I’m gathering behind you these small signs of life putting away all the hurry and strife stuffing and shoving the pieces and parts