Dark water.
Night comes slowly.
Footsteps fall softly.
A cat meows.
Footsteps move closer.
I see no one.
A sharp noise by the garbage can.
A splash in the water.
Footsteps resonate louder.
An oar hits the water.
Chains rattle.
I turn around.
A flash of light.
The footsteps halt.
Into the light drifts a gondola.
My true love holds a red rose.
The perfect end to the day.
Clean me.
Snow on me.
Wet my hair.
Fall on my eyelids.
Drench my body.
Whiten the streets.
I welcome thee
into my heart and soul.
Snow falls.
Music floats in the air.
Inside the glass house,
the guests dance.
Their images reflect on the
sparkling walls.
Champagne flows
and so does the blood.
The clock strikes midnight.
The dance floor empties.
We are alone.
The games have begun.
THE DEAD GAME
No reason to leave this room.
Books provide sustenance.
Words to soothe the soul.
Poetry by D. L. Finn
DARKNESS
The air is thick as you breathe it in
Filling your lungs with its silence.
It unnerves you when you’re alone
Because in the darkness there are shadows.
They are filled with the unknown
While the quiet is lurking with danger.
It’s unseen, watching while your heart is racing
And your skin drenched in sweat, you scan the night.
You see nothing and hear nothing
Yet, you know it’s there.
You hurry back into the light where it’s safe
Shut the door and lock it with a sigh of relief.
You quickly forget the darkness
But, what you don’t know is…
It hasn’t forgotten you.
TO FLY (Musings from the Back of a Harley)
We fly by the ranches…
Cows, goats, and horses.
Grazing golden-grass untroubled…
As we rumble loudly past them.
The ponds are rain depleted…
Fall harvest signs invite us to stop.
But, today is a day to fly…
To fly past normalcy
To fly past worries
To fly past obligations.
They rush by us like the scenery…
Soaring past our leather-clad bodies.
They crash behind us like a boat’s wake…
Miraculously missing us in our frantic flight.
Yet, all is forgiven flying on our motorcycle…
As our souls chaperon our journey.
THE RIVER’S GIFTS
It’s smooth and gentle on a warm spring day…
The rocks and trees are mirrored in its purity.
The beach’s sandy-warmth caresses me…
As I skim a flat rock across the water’s surface.
Eight small splashes are my reward…
Expanding into rings that disappear into flow.
Fish swim with the current beneath…
Hawks soar above searching for their next meal.
I deeply breathe in the serenity shared by the river.
A delicate butterfly swoops down and rests in front of me…
I want to touch it, be a part of its splendor, as I watch it fly away.
It finds nectar on a purple flower at the water’s edge…
I inhale bliss as the butterfly’s hunger is satisfied.
Searching up river I find water cascading down a rocky ledge.
I pause to drink in the magnificence and wisdom…
The river can negotiate any obstacle and continue its journey.
Here next to the flowing wonder, I find peace, and beauty…
I absorb this into my being, with gratitude, for the river’s gifts.
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A glimpse of heaven
to fill my soul.
The hot sun
to fulfill my yearnings.
It’s here for me
in this one spot.
MY SECRET
Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves & flowers.
I want to look at water & not towers.
Colors to brighten my day.
A place where birds come to play.
I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
I will see fish swimming by.
Not monsters lurking nearby.
Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.
PARADISE BELOW
JAN SIKES
Emma Dupont shifted her backpack and lowered her head as she struggled through the crowded street. Panic struck as the sunlight faded.
It would mean sure death to get caught out after dark
“Watch where you’re goin’, you stupid bitch!”
Rough hands shoved her into the edge of speeding traffic. With great effort, she steadied herself, stepped back onto the sidewalk, and quickened her pace.
Making sure no one noticed her, she ducked into an alleyway and banged on the side of a blue dumpster with a series of raps. A camouflaged door slid open.
She tossed her backpack inside then hurried down the metal steps into the arms of a dark-haired man who held her while she sobbed.
“Susan, please bring Emma a cup of tea,” he instructed.
A tall blonde woman hurried away.
“I can’t go back up there again, Donovan. I just can’t.” Emma moaned. “They are no more than savages. Armed soldiers are everywhere, questioning everyone, barely controlling the mobs of hate-filled people. It’s awful.”
She didn’t tell him she’d felt someone watching her as she pushed through the street. The noose was tightening, but she’d die before she’d expose their hiding place.
Donovan rubbed her shoulders. “Don’t think about that right now.”
Susan appeared with a steaming cup and pressed it into Emma’s hands.
“Try to relax,” Donovan tucked a tendril of brown hair behind her ear.
Emma sank down against the cold concrete wall and let the warmth of the tea soothe her ragged nerves She watched while Donovan emptied the contents of the backpack.
When he looked up, his eyes shone. “You did good, love. We almost have enough.”
After the last election, conditions in the US had deteriorated. Humanity had gone crazy. Hate flourished and people killed each other over the slightest disagreement. Satan reigned.
Evil permeated every corner. Small handfuls of people banded together and escaped into underground tunnels determined to live in peace and raise their children.
Fed up with the insanity, Emma didn’t hesitate to join. Her group had one plan.
They had to get to Mexico.
The government’s restriction of money forced them to withdraw small amounts at a time. Emma’s experience of working in banks gave her the ability to gather the funds they needed to escape.
They were almost there, but nine months of living beneath the crazed streets of Dallas had taken its toll, especially on the children. Deprived of vitamin D, they grew lethargic and pale.
Resources, time and patience grew thin.
“I’ve been in communication with others in Houston, Austin, and San Antonio. We’re almost ready to make our move,” Donovan said. “But, one mistake will mean death.”
Emma nodded. She didn’t care. The thought of dying didn’t frighten her.
Jasmine tea helped slow her heart rate and settle her nerves.
Donovan dropped beside her. “I never imagined that the ‘Land of the Free’ and the ‘Home of the Brave’ would deteriorate into such a state of evil, and hate.” He blew out a long sigh. “We’ve lost everything.”
Emma placed a hand on his arm. “But, we haven’t given up. And, we’ve kept love in our hearts.”
Susan and several others gathered around. “With trust in God and help from the angels who watch over us, we’ll survive,” she said. “We’re the future of humanity. We are the Lightworkers.”
They formed a circle and joined hands. In a melodic voice, a woman with straight black hair sang, “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound…”
Voices blended sweetly, and an essence of light filled the dank tunnel.
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Melchizedek bowed his head overcome with the beauty and faith of the small group. He called Nemamiah and Charmaine to his side.
“It is almost time. We must rally everyone to watch over and help them. Please meet with the Ashtar Command and give them a report.”
Nemamiah folded his wings and nodded. Charmaine smiled and opened her wings to take flight.
“It is done.”
###
Emma barely survived her last venture above ground. When three hoodlums grabbed her and dragged her into a deserted alleyway, she fought hard, but they stuffed a dirty rag in her mouth and kicked her with the sharp toes of their boots.
From their sneers and insinuations, she knew they intended to take more than the contents in her backpack. She silently prayed.
The moment her attackers dumped the money out of her backpack, a flock of Ravens descended from nowhere, flapping their wings and pecking at their heads and eyes until they ran screaming from the alley.
Emma was sure they’d attack her next, but to her surprise, the birds hovered around her while she picked up the money, then flew above her while she ran for safety.
She shook her head when Donovan questioned her bruises and told him the angels had protected her.
Wheels were in motion. They would soon be away from the nightmare.
Donovan gathered the group for final instructions. “Travel light. Anything you don’t need, leave it. We have two vans, but there’s limited room.”
While the rest did the same, Emma gathered her belongings. She wouldn’t take more than she could carry on her back. She stared at a photo before tucking it into a zippered pocket. That life was gone. All she had left was her faith, strong will, and this family determined to live in peace.
By the time the twelve adults and four children were ready, the first shy rays from the sun graced the sky. It would be a long day.
They piled into the vans in an orderly manner. Donovan would drive one vehicle, and Michael the other.
Emma got into Donavon’s van. They’d grown close over the months of their confinement. She wouldn’t call it romance, but pure love. She’d grown to love all these gentle souls. Together, they would build a new life in paradise.
They slapped magnetic signs on the sides of the vans that read, “Hollow Road Baptist Church” and crawled through early morning traffic toward I-35 south.
They hit a roadblock a few miles outside Dallas.
“Remember what we rehearsed,” said Donovan as he pulled over.
Several of the group placed Bibles on their laps. Emma held her breath.
Armed soldiers approached. “Papers,” one soldier barked, “and state your destination.”
“Camp Zephyr, sir, for a retreat.” Donovan handed him papers.
Soldiers surrounded both vans and peered through the windows. Emma was sure they could hear her heart pounding. She forced a smile.
Donovan stared straight ahead.
After what seemed like forever, the soldier passed the papers back through the window. “You can go. But, stay on the main roads. There are crazies around.” He motioned them on.
Donovan nodded and pulled away. “Emma, pull up GPS and find a back route, then tell Michael what we’re doing.”
The route took them through miles of open pasture and small Texas towns. Finally, their headlights pierced the darkness and lit up a rusted VW van shell.
Donovan pulled to a stop. “Everyone stays put until we know it’s safe.”
He jumped out. He and Michael hurried toward the VW, looking in all directions.
Emma chewed her fingernails and stared out the window. Nothing could go wrong now. They were so close.
Donovan had explained that a Coyote would escort them through the tunnel into Matamoros, where they would find papers and transportation.
When the men turned and waved, the group grabbed their belongings and exited the vans. One-by-one, they climbed down rickety wooden steps into a damp tunnel. Flashlights reflected off dirt walls supported by boards and rocks.
Painted on one board, “Paradise Below” promised a long awaited redemption. The narrow tunnel forced them to walk single-file, and some taller men had to hunch over.
But, discomfort didn’t matter.
In an hour, they emerged onto a deserted side street in Matamoros where a dilapidated bus waited.
Without a word, the group filed onto the bus. The driver closed the door and ground the gears into forward motion.
Emma sat beside Donovan and reached for his hand. “We’re going to make it.”
He sighed and leaned back against the seat. “We are.”
A brilliant red sun rose over the ocean, bringing with it a new day, as the bus lumbered to a stop many hours later. Gentle waves lapped the shore and seagulls cawed as they swooped down searching for breakfast.
When the bus door opened, a couple dressed like American tourists greeted each person.
A woman with flaming red hair hugged Emma. “Welcome to Mexico. I’m sure you’re exhausted. We have rooms prepared for each of you.”
“Thank you,” Emma murmured soaking up the tropical scenery.
Paradise! They’d made it. No more hate, no more violence, and no more hiding.
They’d reached Pueblo de Luz, (City of Light).
A band of angels hovered above the group with tears of joy shining in their eyes.
There was hope for humanity.
Hope in these small groups that dared to keep love alive.
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A walk by the sea
is waiting for me.
Salt in my hair,
please join me here.
We should take this opportunity
before we can hit our next thirty.
Chances like this are rare.
We are are a lucky pair
to walk along the beach
so close within our reach.
ICY FURY
A duel to end all duels.
A battle to the death.
The wind strengthens the waves.
No time to take a breath.
The waves tease the shore,
Striking with pounding fury.
The sand is mere dust.
My vision has turned blurry.
Heat flows through my veins,
Leading me to the light.
Human flesh brings love.
I won’t back from this fight.
He rises from the ocean,
A body in constant motion.
His body melts in droplets.
I still yearn for his devotion.
Cold no longer waits for me.
Empty is the void inside.
He cannot leave without me.
But he turns his face in pride.
His fury slices the shore,
His presence felt in the wind.
I can still hear his deep voice,
Calling for me to join him.
THE DEAD GAME
