Uncommon Prose: Poems, Quotes, and Soul Antidotes

by Dianne Claire Charpentier

Overview

Uncommon Prose defined:

Poems, Quotes, and Soul Antidotes is Dianne’s first book. It is a compilation of much of Dianne’s life lessons presented as poetry (uncommon prose). In this book, she offers her musings of this world through her honest eyes and pen. Also included are her own quoted observations as a co-participant in humankind. Lastly, her Soul Antidotes are written in the true form of prose. The themes of this book are life based right from the heart, as Dianne engages both common and uncommon prose for the art and pleasure of it. This writing endeavor has been instrumental as a means to decipher the deeper meanings in life, perhaps for many of us. It involves love, loss, friendship, faith, hope, and the expansion of soul. May it be both entertaining and enlightening to you and your life experience as you go along for the read.

An excerpt from the book:

I Feel; Therefore, I Know I Am

And my pen wrote: Although the step before me is not yet known, I feel my feet on my path. I know I am on my path. I saw a mother holding her new baby in her arms; I felt love. Although I am neither mother nor baby, I feel love. I know love. I saw a man crying on the bus, so deep was his pain. I know not the source of his sorrow, yet I felt his pain. I know pain. Walking, I saw a tree dancing in the wind; it motioned, dance with me. I did not hear the invitation; I felt it. And together we danced. Are these mere memories or something deeper shared by all humankind in the kingdom outside the mind?

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781452563459
Publisher:	Balboa Press
Publication date:	11/29/2012
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	96
File size:	321 KB

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Uncommon Prose

Poems, Quotes, and Soul Antidotes

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By Dianne Claire Charpentier

Balboa Press

Copyright © 2012 Dianne Claire Charpentier
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4525-6344-2

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Chapter One

    The Divine Conductor
    and His Orchestra


    And my pen queried?

    whom has orchestrated this rhythm of
    our hearts beating without our consent
    living air fills our lungs with spirit
    we play no part in these – they are gifts

    let us embrace as we cherish I AM
    let us dance forth with our spiraling light
    penetrating unknown darkness we grow
    offering only our best foot forth
    to re-step any errors with redemption
    I feel the hand of God offering us

    up, up, up
    Trust Smile
    Armored in sheer Faith!

    that we may bring His love forth
    from the very hands of our hearts beating
    who (indeed) has timely crafted
    our unseen chance meeting?

    let your good works always
    wrap your stories in a rainbow
    for ALL to be blessed
    by the offspring of you


    A Cup of Me-Tea

    * You will not be tested by God's love; you
    will, however, pass many tests with it.

    Gingerly, I take my first sip of this Me-Tea.

    I smell its vapor of joy, hints of honey bee.

    I let the warmth of it simmer the sharp ignorance of my
    tongue.

    How many of Yours, Lord, have my ego-lies stung?


    Poem from God to Little Ole Me

    * God's golden sun shines upon me, and God's golden
    Son shines within me; how can I not but shine?

    It was your heart, always, little one, that got you in all your
    trouble just so we could have a little fun.

    For you would have to learn to see that I gave you that
    heart; you're a part of Me.


    Sweet Humility—Take Me!

    * The state of shame is a calling to release blame.

    * Why do we believe others' sorrow and regrets as our own?

    We somehow convince ourselves that our time is infinite,
    That we have forever to rectify, to submit.
    Though our commitments are all too plain to see,
    Harder still to make them reality.
    And the very truth of it all is denied deep within;
    Fearing humility— is the real sin.
    For my humble spirit throws no rocks, not a one.
    I count my blessings when the day is done.
    Finding peace in giving, not gain.
    Cleansed be my soul by tears of pain.


    My Soul Thrives for God

    * I don't write poetry—I am poetry.

    I can feel you still holding me, Lord, eternally,
    And all the beauty that I can see is there vividly.
    Captivated and yet captive am I.
    Though truly and sincerely pursuing our dreams
    In circles of fires and schemes,
    I am trying to save my ideals and my sanity.
    Continue, Lord, to breathe your forgiveness all about my
    soul—
    My poor, poor thriving soul. I will inhale You, whole.


    Ego, Let Me Go

    * Although I leave this land of
    forgetfulness, I will never forget it.

    Sadistically speaking, we could be crushed by our own love,
    Never free to smile and walk about—I am going above
    To catch a breath and a seashell or two,
    So nice to find at the ocean so true.
    I love the sand so soft as the water trickles in a tide,
    Crashes in a dramatic roar, accompanied by seagull calls
    That catch me off guard, for the tide is in,
    And I must hurry and soon begin
    To open my eyes, for I'm under again.


    Joy of Spirit

    * O Lord, now that I have Thine, I need not mine.

    * If we don't ever try, how do we ever self-realize?

    Having a seed of creativity within, I am willing to conceive.
    Having embraced this endeavor, I leap forward; I aim to
    please.
    Now ripe through conception, I must nurture the within.
    So full of awakening, the dawn of pregnancy begins.
    I will enlighten this garden, gently water its whim too.
    I will give birth to a miracle and give it, Lord, to you.


    Presence of Truth

    * When you are ready to hear the truth, it rings!
    When you are not ready, it stings! When you realize
    the message truth brings, it is then that it sings!

    And my pen wrote with earnest:
    Though my inner truth ever vibrates quite boldly,
    Even still, upon your ears it will fall quite silently.
    Therefore, henceforth, I will utter no more a spoken word.
    Let my presence speak, for surely then, my truth will be
    heard.


    Broken Poem

    * When I gaze upon a rainbow, I see my soul naked.

    Sometimes I see sadness in your eyes, though distant it may
    be.
    It stares right into the center, the center of me,
    Leaving me lost and losing, lost in this place, lost in you.
    Still searching to find a rhyme, a smile, a vibe to see you
    through,
    So I reached once again for a star, any star.
    But the Universe would not have me, not thus far.
    And I realized all I ever owned was a bag of dreams and a
    broken poem.
    Yet I am praying your sadness does not stem from the likes
    of me,
    'Cause a broken poem is all I'll ever be.


    The Inner Light

    * I asked my light to teach my darkness. It answered,
    "Under one condition: you must allow our darkness
    to teach our light." I agreed to this arrangement.

    I saw the sun rise; I brought day from night.
    I listened and heard your rain fall, soothed your plight.
    Then I watched the rainbow glow from one end to the
    other.
    Ah, you do look better when you smile, my lover.


    Silly Human Infatuation

    * You cannot be certain of everyone, but
    be certain to bless everyone.

    I'm still seeing you when I close my eyes.
    There is no one to listen to my little cries.
    I'm so full of everything that's good for you,
    Forlorn in this longing—damned by you.

    I can't believe you wouldn't catch me,
    And I can't believe that we'll never be.
    I can't believe I couldn't catch you better yet.
    My soul stirs with such bitter regret.

    So I'm drowning in my lake of blood-filled teardrops blue.
    I've died so many times, over and over, all just for you.
    Well, I'm dead now; can't even die no more.
    If God would only open up heaven's door.


    Reckless

    * Be what you seek—you need never seek again.

    Racing, riding rhythm, recklessly to a new night,
    Staring at starlight stars in the sky. What a sight!
    Wanting to reach for you, so complete,
    Wanting to explain. When can we meet?
    Are you playing when I feel you looking through me?
    Looking and seeing a being, do you see the soul in me?


    No More Regrets

    * Do not look for love and compassion from others.
    Hold love and compassion in your very own hands.
    If you look for it, empty will your hands remain.

    In my true present moment, this moment of reflection,
    I must contemplate this nature of our direction.
    Beyond all certainty, I must avoid deception,
    If my past is ever to gain correction.
    Though gallant and fond as my intent intends,
    I am steadfast to remedy any further pretense.
    Unfettered forever, my truth shines forth.
    I will no longer remain veiled by cloth.
    For in the absence of our togetherness, my truth found bliss.
    My willingness has courage to now learn from all this.
    Through the challenges of mortal love, my ego has petrified;
    With my humble tears of mercy, it fossilized.
    Now likened to a rainbow, glowing and crystalized,
    Compassion embraced me without condition—
    My patience, burning me, with all its vision.
    What is the meaning of integrity or even tenderness,
    If not to console one another, in our moments of
    togetherness?
    What is the purpose of life, death, or soul if we are to
    remain tortured, in bitter regrets?
    For soul smiles are the best I know; not only do they glow,
    they decrease our debts.
    For what is worthwhile, our memory will keep;
    What brings us joy, our hearts will seek.
    In the memory of you, I choose to remember the best that
    only I could see.
    For at last my heart now knows compassion and peace; my
    love is complete.


    A Poem for the Passing
    of Christopher (Crepa)
    Bellini into Spirit

    It was the morning after I had gotten the call.
    I awoke early, not having really slept at all.
    And as I dared to open my eyes, wondering if it could really
    be true—
    That one deep dark night, God's angel of light softly took
    you.
    Shivering, I felt my tears falling once again;
    How can I ever forget you, my forever friend?
    So lost in my deepest despair, I heard a songbird very near.
    It sang a sweet and happy song, one that I had never heard
    before.
    And as I drew my curtains to look and see,
    I beheld the beauty singing to me.

    He looked me right in the eyes, singing loud and clear,
    "Do not be frightened," he sang, "I will always be near.
    For I can now soar wherever I please.
    I can be the river or a summer breeze.
    I am no longer bound by flesh or blood;
    I am now a pure spirit dancing in love.
    So look to the flowers and the trees,
    For there you will always find me.
    Do not be saddened that my body is no more;
    Be joy filled, for my soul is exactly where I belong."


    A Prayer of Thanksgiving
    for Marzena

    * For without your Divine Light—Pure Love
    on this earth I would have never known.

    I was only six years old, I remember, when I first met you.
    The biggest brown eyes you had, the kind that could see
    right through.
    And though all of our conversations, were quite so simple
    then,
    You held a grace about you most adults could not pretend.
    And as the years of laughter and childhood sweetness so
    quickly passed,
    We became young women, with virtues and an undying love
    that would last.
    Then maturing, we followed the beat, each to our own heart
    separately.
    Only to embrace all the love we knew again with such
    pleasantry.
    With new wisdom and history, we had so much news to
    share,
    How we can look back at what we would once have never
    dared.
    And all the seasons did you very well, my ageless beauty,
    For your countenance is still glowing, divine with purity.
    I thank you for awakening that fearless child in me,
    Hand in hand we skip through life magically.


    Holy Rest

    My Dear Child, it is I, God, who has made you tired.
    Come sit with me, if even for just a while.
    Breathe in My Holy Spirit; take it deep within.
    Now take it to your heart, feel My joy, feel My love again.
    Your way has been challenging, this I know,
    For how else could your strength grow?
    I made many journeys beyond your dreams and mind,
    All leading to my mysteries, as many as you could find.
    For I did not give to you eyes of blue and green,
    So you would remain hidden and be unseen.
    For you now know I have given you sturdy feet;
    You now know your soul has plenty to eat.
    You have heard the whispers of my angels too,
    For now your tongue speaks their truth.
    How long I have waited to reunite with you.
    I sent fire to test you. I sent wind to cool you.
    I sent light to guide you, and butterflies to chase you.
    I sent storms just so I could protect you,
    And fear so I could rescue you.
    Many friends did I send your way,
    Some to cry and some to play;
    Some to bear a cold truth
    And some to hold and renew.
    My love for all my children is just this way,
    If only they would smile when they pray.


    Blind Blue Eyes

    * In every shadow, no matter how dark, there must be
    some light.... For how else could the shadow cast itself?

    My anger stirs within me ...
    You do not stir this anger you see in me.
    This pain must be my blessing,
    Must be me.
    And short as my patience may appear,
    You gave me more than was ever there.
    For in my shortcomings, you made my waking
    Sorrow filled—yet filled.
    But my utter ego and its intelligence do know that I should
    be more, somehow I should.
    I should be the peace that I see, that I feel, that I believe,
    The very peace that in my blindness sees and saves me.


    Soul Symphony

    * I used to absorb negativity, now I transform it.

    As my innermost soul doth dance,
    I am naked as I proudly prance.
    Though I barely touch anything,
    I am sure of the melody I sing.
    At last I can go freely anywhere,
    At last my love for now I dare.
    All the pain I once fought in loneliness is now gone past,
    But not so easily forgotten, as I had surely asked.
    My spirit is a child of this earthly Eden,
    My soul is a child of God's sacred ether.
    I bask in an orb of musical colors.
    Allowing this light to be my covers.
    Time stands still now, as though
    I am both frequency and glow.


    Kindled Grace

    By the grace of God,
    I came to be.
    By the cross I learned to walk practically.
    By the time I could talk—I could already sing.
    Then lies destroyed everything.
    With honest thoughts I did think.
    What solemn notions I did wink.
    With my inner sword and prayers too,
    I fought too many a war for His cause.
    I am left here breathlessly—without bed or fireside.
    Yet God's love will kindle warmth deep inside.


    Simplicity of Love

    * Beware of counterfeit love. At first, you find
    you can hide your misery and yourself better.
    Then, one day, you realize you don't know
    who you even are or what you've become.

    When will this day be?
    Two hearts completely.
    What more must befall us
    To let our hunger trust?
    Two single spirits of love,
    Willingly succumb as one.
    For earth battles will plague us,
    Uncertainty will rage us,
    True love will challenge us,
    And God will surely bless us.
    Our resources will be strained,
    But in faith they will be sustained.
    Much more in life I seek not for.
    Peace, joy, perhaps no more.
    For in the light and even the shadows of me,
    My soul's eyes just love what they now see.

(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

Foreword....................ix
Acknowledgments....................xiii
Preface....................xvii
Poems with Quotes....................1
The Divine Conductor and His Orchestra....................3
A Cup of Me-Tea....................4
Poem from God to Little Ole Me....................5
Sweet Humility—Take Me!....................6
My Soul Thrives for God....................7
Ego, Let Me Go....................8
Joy of Spirit....................9
Presence of Truth....................10
Broken Poem....................11
The Inner Light....................12
Silly Human Infatuation....................13
Reckless....................14
No More Regrets....................15
A Poem for the Passing of Christopher (Crepa) Bellini into Spirit....................17
A Prayer of Thanksgiving for Marzena....................19
Holy Rest....................21
Blind Blue Eyes....................23
Soul Symphony....................24
Kindled Grace....................25
Simplicity of Love....................26
Gifts of Divinity....................27
Crying Lucifer....................28
Trust....................30
Halo in the Shadow of Ego....................31
The Art of Faith....................32
Peeking within the Holy Spirit....................33
The Gift of Light....................34
Soul Blossom....................35
Seeds of Spirit Rising....................37
Ode to My Best Friend, Marzena....................40
Spirits in Emotion....................42
My Father's Daughter....................44
Spirit of the River and the Wolf....................45
Soul Antidotes....................47
I feel; therefore, I know I am....................49
Sword of Divinity....................50
Who Wrote the Book of Your Life?....................51
Humility Prayer....................52
Prayer for the Human Race, Including Me....................53
Ego Foolishness....................55
For If We Let You, You Will Set Us Free....................56
Blind Eyes of Faith....................57
The Key Is Faith....................58
By the Savior I Am Saved....................59
In Memory of My Beloved Mother, Jeanne Marie (Bouley) Charpentier, Passed into Spirit, 10/27/2003....................60
A Thanksgiving Prayer to God for a Father Like You....................62
A Thanksgiving Prayer to God for a Sister Like You....................64
Sacred....................66
Someday....................67
Quotes....................69
About the Author....................75