Some of Life’s Kettle Corn
DELLA METCALF
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ISBN: 978-1-9822-0498-3 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-9822-0500-3 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-9822-0499-0 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2018906171
Balboa Press rev. date: 05/24/2018
Contents
Introduction
Seeds of Love
God’s Safety Net
Trees in a Classroom
On Purpose
Not Twins
The Ring Full Circle
A Walk in the Park
Belly Surfing
Bogey
Time to Take a Left
Keep Trying
Intuition
Christmas
Hate and It’s Cure
Who is Your Gunga Din?
Get Real
Amy’s Love
Some Stranger
Seasons Home for the Aged
Danny
Never Find
Some Dammed Day
Our Angel
Refuse To Flock
The Paper Boy
Crocodile Flies like Superman
Garbage Man
Spirit’s Age
Chocolate and Troy
Shelly the Hermit Crab
Mans Port in the Storm
I Did My Best
Rainbow of Tears
The Spider
If Tears Could Talk
Silence
Metamorphosis
Faith
McConnell Hall
Andy Pike and the Gentle Man
Sweethearts
Love is Water is Man
Green Eyed Monster
A Friend
Being a Nurse
Loving Friend
Underwater Angel
Johnny Cash Goes to Jamaica
Christmas Eve at the Hospital
Great is Time
Empty Nest
I Hear the Rain
His Word
Happy Writer
The Path
Philosophical Thinker
Checking Out
My Utopia
To My Readers
I would like to dedicate this book to Dr. Wayne W. Dyer who before leaving us taught us how to grow like a weed
Introduction
Spiritual Love guides me to write what is delivered in these pages for you. Dear reader, know there is a glorious source, the Higher Power beckoning to you through simple and free verse. Life can be sweet, salty, hot, cold and even stale, like kettle corn. A friend of mine said, “Sometimes parts of it are burnt and should be thrown away.”
Kettle corn tastes different because it strays from a traditional way. We are all different and unique people. That is a Master Good Plan for us, isn’t it?
I gave a sample of this book to my son who said, “Well mom, it’s kind of like Kettle Corn.” Not discouraged, I found the book’s name. There is no stopping a person who cannot be discouraged.
Over many years I have studied a variety of theologians and masters of clairvoyance; some are considered psychics, mediums and God’s great messengers. These folks who are open to things unseen can help us along the path we call life. All we have in life are our experiences and lessons in the hopes of realizing how perfect we really are.
I for one am warmed and encouraged by likeminded people who agree that all souls will get closer to perfection in their own time. This collection is easy to read. Some of Life’s Kettle Corn may serve as a guide when we try to understand how our lives could be lived when love really dwells within us. It offers ideas that help us see what is important for us to learn while we are here.
I have faith the following will help you accept your responsibility to yourself and humanity. The “real you” is unique and powerful affecting all those around you. Some of Life’s Kettle Corn is a collection of expressions, some in the form of poetry, other in short writes, intended to remind you that you’re never alone, tears are part of life and it feels good to smile. Let yourself feel the rainbow of emotions with too many colors to count. Some content may be just what someone you know needs to hear. Share it! It was difficult choosing an order, so I suggest flipping through the pages if you like!
Seeds of Love
Love is Kind
Love is protection, warmth and nourishment
Love is yours, love will listen to you
Love forgives, always
Love cares about you and wants goodness for you
Love will guide you, teach you and knows you are perfect
Love is the energy source of life
As we grow to maturity there forms in us compassion
Compassion is the fruition of love
When compassion turns into action
The world becomes a better place
God’s Safety Net
Your life is like trapeze my friend
Above the crowd so high
You know the rules of safety
The rules of live or die
You fly, sore and flip yourself
To please the steady gazes
You share your life’s ambitions
You learn as life turns pages
But err you will while in your stay
The rules you’ll break
Fall as you may
And so I pray God’s safety net
With angels helping too
That catches faults mistakes and wrongs
Be ever under you
Trees in a Classroom
Our lives
are like trees. They begin very small and grow. They endure seasons while branches and leaves develop. Trees can produce fruit and promote other lives with nourishment, homes, shade and protection. Like skin they shed their leaves and heal when they are injured. They have their unique smell. When they get old, they are still quite useful and beautiful to other beings.
Trees are placed in the classroom of earth. There are many lessons they learn during their lifetimes. Some learn to lean towards the sun. The ones that don’t reach for the light suffer. Some learn to bend. The ones that do not bend can snap when the strong winds come. Trees learn to pay attention to nature and Universal Love. They learn to honor synchronicity with simple trust in their creator. The more the living spirit within them learns, the more fully they will live.
On Purpose
Einstein’s skeptics must have said,
“You must have lost your mind”
He pursued the Lord who led
So much Einstein defined
Do not stray, do not abort
Your mission in this life
There will be thoughts you’ll have to sort
Come criticism’s strife
The planet has a map today
Because explorers sailed
Do not dock the ship at bay
Because the first trip failed
Go to where your heart takes you
Let no one be a stop
It could be your mother who
Discourages a lot!
Ice cream, door knobs, railroad tracks
God beckons you to care
Share and see how it impacts
The world because you dare
Not Twins
Sheri and Nell came into the world
Born on the very same day
The little girls with their hair all curled
They incredibly looked the same way
Sheri was sweet
She rubbed daddy’s feet
She gave of her time, shared her toys
Nell’s face had a frown
She pushed children down
Nell wanted to run with the boys
Identical twins to the size of their foot
You just couldn’t tell them apart
Unless you took a closer look
At matters of the heart
I think it’s clear
The lesson here
About the shells we’re in
Who you really are
How bright be your star
Important is what is within
Your love or your pride
You really can’t hide
Sheri and Nell
They had the same shell
They were just “hanging out” inside.
The Ring Full Circle
He didn’t talk, he was reserved
He was afraid to say a word
So shy he barely looked at me
The boy who sat under a tree
I heard a voice inside my head
“Just talk to him” is what it said
I told him of a place to swim
A lake, he nodded he had been
He cracked a smile, I was a jester
The boy he wondered why I’d pester
Him to talk about a swim
Why was I concerned with him?
He opened up and then he said
“I like this park. My name is Fred.”
I told him I’d be at the lake
So he could meet my brother Jake
Fred and Jake found a best friend
They went from boys to full grown men
Jake was Fred’s quite proud best man
He handed Fred the wedding band
Fred and I the happy pair
Married at the park bench where
I listened when I heard God say
“Just talk to him” on that fine day
A Walk in the Park
I retired last week. Because I had dressed in conservative clothes for so long, I decided to wear ripped jeans on my last day of work. I told my boss this was all I could afford after forty years of budget managing. I got a few laughs while my peers looked at me and whispered suspicions I’d really lost my mind.
I felt freed from “jail!” Now what would I do? I was divorced and the kids were far away. To clear my mind and figure that out, I went for a walk at Dogwood Park. I found a handy parking spot near the walking trails. I pushed the lock button and headed for the narrow paths that weaved through secluded woods. Dogwood trees were all around with fresh air and solitude.
What’s this? I see a white bug with a black head right in the path. It’s not moving. I tapped it with my toe while chastising myself for not focusing on retirement. It appears lifeless but I just have to see it close up. Well by golly it’s an old cigarette! I’m alone deep in the woods, no one is around to judge and it’s been a while since I smoked one of grand dad’s hand rolled fags. I thought of grand dad as I lit it up.
Ten Minutes Later:
This is such a beautiful park! I slowed my pace just because I could. A little flock of ducks crossed the path ahead. It was the funniest thing I’d ever seen! I laughed at their webbed feet. I laughed at their duck bills and feathers as they waddled all in a row. I saw them enter the water and go ass up and I laughed some more! The birds sang, the squirrels called out and scrambled in the trees. I imagined I was in China from being around all the dogwood trees. I could have sworn I saw a panda bear staring at me.
I began to panic! I could not find my way out of the park! Which path? Oh no! Did I come from there? In a few minutes, I found my car and while attempting to unlock it, I hit the alarm button. Right then I knew everyone in the parking lot was staring at me but no one else was there! I got into my car and sat still.
All of the sudden I realized my retirement plan! Many thoughts of preparation swirled through my head. I felt so motivated! I was full of beans down to my very bones.
I splashed out and built a pond on my property.
Ten years later:
I enjoyed the most successful duck farm in the UK until my family took over the business last summer. Retirement was smashing. Oh look! I sat in my recliner and lit up another fag of grand dad’s. One of the grandkids must have left it here. Life is tickety-boo!
Belly Surfing
Out to the sea
The crest of waves
So fun for me
In summer days
Atop the water crashing in
I catch it fly and soar
Exhilarated state within
It pulls me towards the shore
It carries me
Right to the land
The playful sea
The cleansing sand
The ocean gives this gift to me
Refreshing and it’s free
Nature beckons me to be
With her delightfully
Bogey
Thomas released the trigger. He just couldn’t let Bogey leave right now. He walked back to his shack as the sun created taller shadows. He tipped the bottle he carried for a shot of whiskey. Bogey followed naively wagging his tail.
Thomas sat in his easy chair and rubbed his stubbed chin. He stared at Bogey. Thomas felt his heavy heart. He took another shot of whiskey. The veterinarian told Thomas that his very old Bogey would suffer and die soon.
Thomas went to the freezer and found a steak. He took another whiskey shot. He thawed it and cooked Bogey a warm meal.
“You have been my best friend, Bo. I’m not going to let you feel bad. God knows how much I love you.” He stroked his dog’s hair and wondered if he would ever wipe away the saliva drops from the floor.
After Bogey enjoyed the last bite, he took Bogey outside to his
favorite bed of dirt he used to stay cool in the summer. As Bogey closed his eyes and slept, Thomas could barely see through the waters in his eyes. He took another shot.
Time to Take a Left
A message was delivered to me at the hotel. I was in upstate New York planning to visit my dear friend Karen. She is a physician who offered to check my defibrillator. She asked that I stay with her and the family, but I’m always up late, so I opted to stay in a hotel about forty minutes away. Back to the message…trimmed in gold, it was an invitation to a community party that evening. Slipped under my door, I thought it was a statement or something. From the invitation it appeared dress was casual and it urged all to come. Odd, I thought. Karen wasn’t expecting me until the next day.
I put on my favorite jeans and a casual beige laced blouse. I put on my gold chain and the few rings I’d brought. I wore my sandals. It was a warm summer evening. The directions didn’t seem difficult, even for an out-of-towner.
As I left the hotel, my chest fluttered a little. The employees smiled at me and nodded, as if to give their approval I existed. Soon I was on a beautiful country road. The evening sun promised at least two more hours of daylight. I turned right on county road 1111. On the corner were Pennington Watermelons for sale. My great uncle started that business. How’d they make it to New York!?
I drove on 1111 about a mile and saw a slender barefoot woman with pressed wavy hair walking in my direction. She glanced over her shoulder. Nuni! I thought. I stopped to offer a ride but she was gone.
As I drove on, I glanced at a field at the base of a hill full of trees. Angels were caring for two babies. It took me back to the babies I’d conceived but did not give birth to. I thought of my part in all of that, feeling thankful that God is Love, forgiving and merciful to those with true remorse when they confess anything to Him.
I noticed how beautiful it was. It’s time to take a left. Soon I saw large golden gates. I slowed my car. My grandfather took the keys to park it looking all excited. The gates opened on their own. I heard the most beautiful music. My father held out his hand welcoming me to the ‘get together.’
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