God's Parking Lot

pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
edited October 2013 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the old black garbage bag
moved speedily through the parking lot
seems to take on a life of it's own

rolling on the wind
it's path unknown except for the one watching

projecting the movement
anticipating it's end
not random at all and never against the wind
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  • Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    I swear I was that bag at one point in my life.
    XLNT Pandi.

    Godfather.
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    Godfather. wrote:
    I swear I was that bag at one point in my life.
    XLNT Pandi.

    Godfather.
    :lol: thanks Godfather :D
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    parking lot pigeons

    walk like a chicken...

    bobbing heads!

    fly together
    park it in a space all their own

    bobbing heads!

    walk like a chicken ...

    iridescent necks shimmer
    blues purples reds
    shiny in the noonday sun

    bobbing heads!

    walk like a chicken ...

    fly and flock together
    follow the leader friend or foe

    heads a bobbin!

    walk like a chicken ...

    ever wonder why?
    I did...

    just to see around
    trust to be around
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    Little oak tree standing tall, asphalt all around.
    Hold tight to last season's leaves, crinkled dried and brown.

    Providing some shade in our winters dead,
    soon will come spring, then they will shed.

    For now they rustle, make shadows dance
    and I can see your nest with a little chance ...

    the breeze keeps tune, add a daytime moon.

    Now sing my Robin, sing beneath ...
    while I enjoy this from my ringside seat.
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    Eddie's voice filled the car, then floated out the window...
    up up up
    I leaned back to gaze out the sunroof into the very blue cloudless sky
    cloudless

    very blue sky, blue like the ocean, both reflecting each other
    not an island in the ocean, not a cloud in the sky

    Eddie's voice filled the car, reflecting God...
    reflecting God.
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    The car pulls in fast ... anger in the turn
    his turn
    always so angry.

    Lady leaves the car first, arms folded
    lovely, young, sad, betrayed.
    Arms folded to hold in the tears
    build a wall, a strong wall ...
    betrayal.

    Young man leaves the car,
    head down, shuffles slowly
    building the gap, growing the gap
    fooling himself ...
    letting her go...
    betrayal.

    God can you show him the way

    young man hurries his pace
    now running
    makes it to the door first, opens it for his lady
    his lady
    open the door of love
    shut the door on betrayal...
    never to open again.
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    Animals--Loyalty-9.jpg

    Mates for Life ... our winged friends,
    a lesson we can take.
    So sad to see only one
    but
    Sing for love
    Sing through loss
    Rejoice in God's Plan of Life
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    The very elderly man jogged a circle around my car
    small steps of determination

    As he came past our eyes would meet
    each time with his wink

    I smiled
    He smiled

    He wore a blue fisherman's hat
    covered in buttons
    His life on his hat
    tall stories big catches
    and those that got away

    I imagined his life of small determined steps
    and how now with each pass I was apart of it
    The very elderly man jogged around my thoughts
    for the day and still

    Determined we are ...

    God's Plan
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    The small child grabs the hand of Mommy
    hand in hand
    they scurry together against the powerful wind

    Little hand buried warmly within stronger wiser hand...
    trusting.

    Mommy...
    protector, nurturer, confidant, role model, teacher,
    comforter,

    Love.

    Creator ...
  • DinghyDogDinghyDog Posts: 587
    edited October 2012
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  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    DinghyDog wrote:
    I am enjoying these poems. Are they really all just observations from a parking lot?
    yes they are ... glad you like them DinghyDog

    I have been in reflection lately, observing and connecting the dots

    they seem to be spelling out GOD a lot lately


    Hugs to you ... :D
  • I think God wants us to turn the Middle East into a big parkin' lot, in the name a' Jezis Christ!
    I knew it all along, see?
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    I think God wants us to turn the Middle East into a big parkin' lot, in the name a' Jezis Christ!
    Oh my oh no!

    God wants us to love each other unconditionally

    Hey while you are here I like your poetry most especially 'Dust'
    and I am also a believer in quiet :D lovely...

    it's the only way to hear God in my head
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    Sitting close in the car
    old tunes change the day
    take me back
    making his tears all the more mine

    Struggling to stay the adult
    have an answer
    the song continues and my heart breaks
    just like when I was young
    just like he's young

    It matters not the words
    I know they can't fix
    I remember they don't fix
    Matters not the love
    I know it's not felt
    I remember it can't be felt

    I hold his sobs in my arms
    'everything will be ok'
    weak words
    I remember
    everything will not be ok

    He walks away
    his once strong frame so thin
    his step once light
    drags on
    Oh I remember
    when each move was an effort

    Alone now sitting in the car
    blackness all around
    quiet

    please help
    I can be the miracle
    take me


    Next song up ...
  • DinghyDogDinghyDog Posts: 587
    edited October 2012
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  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    DinghyDog wrote:
    pandora wrote:
    DinghyDog wrote:
    I am enjoying these poems. Are they really all just observations from a parking lot?
    yes they are ... glad you like them DinghyDog

    I have been in reflection lately, observing and connecting the dots

    they seem to be spelling out GOD a lot lately


    Hugs to you ... :D


    What you're doing reminds me of an experience I had in my early twenties. I was living in Melbourne and it was COLD and I was walking into the wind, so I had my head down, the bottom half of my face was tucked into my jacket and my hands were in my pocket. While I was walking I heard the distinctive sound of a camera taking a photo. I looked up in time to see a lady in the passenger seat of a parked car quickly lowering her camera out of view and pretending she didn't just take a picture of me. She had a little boy in the back seat. She must have just been sitting there waiting for her husband to come out of some store and decided this ordinary scene was something worth taking a photo of. Just like you are taking photos with your words.
    you were art in the making! :D

    I learn a lot interpreting others.
    Spiritual creativity tells me it is not random this coming together and choosing
    to learn... it is as fixed as a fast forward video of a street filled with people...
    their paths intersecting.
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    A young black girl skips from the the gas station store,
    trying to catch up to her big brother.
    Pretty pink bows carefully placed in her hair match her pink high top tennies.

    I think ...
    pretty in pink head to toe.

    She stops in front of my car to unwrap her candy.
    Her pure white sweater contrasts her beautiful brown skin,
    small hands delicately remove the candy which she quickly pops in her mouth!

    Her dark eyes raise to meet my green,
    I smile ...
    she smiles ...
    then adds an instinctive shy wave for me and skips on.

    Alone, quiet in the car, I replay what I've seen ...

    knowing how precious it is.
  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    If this is God's parking lot..you my love have 'rock star parking.'

    This was nice. Flowing...especially the vision of Eddie's voice floating into the blue.

    Thanks. Your thoughts are always so soft and compassionate.
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    If this is God's parking lot..you my love have 'rock star parking.'

    This was nice. Flowing...especially the vision of Eddie's voice floating into the blue.

    Thanks. Your thoughts are always so soft and compassionate.
    Oh thank you for your kind words, BhagavadGita
    they mean much to me ... you are someone I greatly admire ...
    I enjoy your thoughts, look forward to reading and can really feel your heart! :D
    Thank you for that!
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    And in the music

    do I want to stay mad at you?
    can I face the truth?

    to have someone in your arms
    in your soul
    so apart of you

    then lose them to this morbidity
    unable to stop the inevitable

    the shocking reality of what is
    of what was always
    of what was never enough or always too much

    a talented beautiful young life touched us
    then selfishly left us
    leaving us wanting more or not at all

    leaving us painfully without

    painfully wondering
    what if

    painfully knowing their regret

    as our love plays eternally for them
    in our aching hearts


    and in the music
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    Just little,
    the back seat swallows you up,
    I think of my own.

    Strawberry Shortcake hat hides a shy smile,
    whisper of words, a giggle or two,
    I think of my own.

    News of death not yet understood,
    happy in your world,
    I think of my own.

    What you don't know
    can't hurt you ...

    for now.

    I think of my own.
  • USARAYUSARAY Posts: 517
    I saw God in a parking lot
    he was driving a 62 cadillac sedan de ville white with black bucket seats shining like it was brand new
    like time stopped
    motown 60's cranked long white hair blowing in the breeze and when he smiled
    the sun came out
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    If God were a child
    I saw him skipping stones
    on an asphalt puddle, size of a small lake.
    Each pebble cast, a ripple to the edge,
    a reflection of tomorrow and a mirror to the past.

    If God were a child
    I saw him swinging high, feet dipped towards the sky,
    his golden hair streaming down.
    Perpetual the motion, keeps each day and time.

    Perpetual the joy that only children know.
  • hedonisthedonist standing on the edge of forever Posts: 24,524
    I just swung by the market to pick up lunch.

    On my way out, passed by two men and got a whiff of their conversation - discussing god.

    It was quiet, and intimate in a way,
    like I shouldn't be overhearing,
    but there they were!

    It was OK that I heard them - their tones of voice, their vibe, felt OK that I should be eavesdropping via serendipity (I love that word - serendipity).

    My agnosticism is open to both - all - sides of that topic (god, not serendipity).

    Got in my car and navigated my way out through the lot among several self-absorbed assholes...of both the driving and pedestrian kind.

    (almost hit one of them - poor thing thought texting was more important than being plowed down by a car)

    And then another whiff, in my mind this time, of a phrase - god's parking lot.

    I like it! ...heard it somewhere before.

    And,

    there it is.

    :)
  • Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    USARAY wrote:
    I saw God in a parking lot
    he was driving a 62 cadillac sedan de ville white with black bucket seats shining like it was brand new
    like time stopped
    motown 60's cranked long white hair blowing in the breeze and when he smiled
    the sun came out

    this is awesome ! I really like it !

    Godfather.
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    edited June 2012
    The reflection of the caddy fills the glass windows of our new leased space.

    I sit behind the wheel, watching a dragonfly cover the pink and yellow cannas,
    dart over the freshly mowed grass then move on across the parking lots
    in the early summer's sun.

    It's going to be a hot one, I thought, hot asphalt,
    just what suits a dragonfly, it's like his own huge black pond.

    I do like a dragonfly.
    I ponder planting some knockout roses outside the windows of my new office,
    that will attract more and the occasional butterfly too.
    Yes, I think, this is a good new place to be.

    My thoughts trace back over the last 20 years of business to all the parking lots,
    the now four locations, filled with people from my past,
    those who have walked through and left some of themselves for me to keep.

    I am waiting on the security system lady...
    she arrives pulling into the space next to mine.

    We inspect our new IL home chatting glass breakage, motion detector,
    all that good stuff to protect against bad stuff.
    We end up in the large warehouse area that will house the equipment.

    As we speak there is an echo, quite an echo....
    one doesn't hear an echo often, I thought. The phenomenon is almost heavenly.

    I mention this space was a ministry. She smiles, her deep brown eyes, white teeth,
    gleam against her lovely dark skin. We agree what a great place for gospel.
    I like her. I am comfortable, as we share a moment of imagined voices in harmony,
    echoing praises to God above.

    When business is done we move to the cool air outside for our goodbyes,
    standing in front of our cars parked side by side.

    I tell her I am returning to work after being absent for over three years.
    That my position now, along with my regular duties, is that of encouraging morale,
    enforcing positive goals. She reads through my words, sees my apprehension,
    that I must be, play the bad guy. She tells me she sees I am a sweet person,
    this understanding not unexpected though very much welcomed.
    She adds a but after the word sweet, letting me know who I must be.

    The most remarkable thing is this woman managed as many as 135 employees at a time,
    having to be the bad guy. Her words of advice, spoken in strong personal quotes,
    she says, ones I can borrow if the need arises, gives me the feeling that this encounter
    we are sharing is one of those walk through moments in life
    where we leave a bit of ourself with another. She does this for me.
    She tells me to call upon her if I teeter, she will help. She already has.

    As we walk across the parking lot, she waves to me...
    the breeze moves our hair simultaneously...

    I get that feeling, the not alone one. I whisper thanks for that, it's just what I needed,
    just what I needed to keep.

    God... I love this place.
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  • hedonisthedonist standing on the edge of forever Posts: 24,524
    Lovely capture.
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    hedonist wrote:
    Lovely capture.
    'capture' that is lovely ... thank you hedonist
  • pandorapandora Posts: 21,855
    My new office, two walls of glass, one faces the IL parking lot,
    the other a lovely cool green woods. Both inspiring.

    My office ... I like the sound of that!
    The other two walls have a glass window in each,
    JB had windows put in all the work spaces.
    It's nice for the flow and the eyes can wander beyond the walls,
    walls we painted bold fall tones, each different, yet in theme.

    JB sits on the other side of the window in the main lobby office.
    He says all he can see of me is an inch of blonde hair on the top of my head ...
    that gives him a funny feeling.

    I tell him... if I'm having a bad hair day he might not know I'm there ...
    he laughs and says ... "uh oh! more funny feeling."

    I haven't been there for three and a half years. February 18, 2009,
    when my injury changed me forever.

    Now JB's voice, his whistling, his drumming fingers will fill my days.

    My children's faces brighten my office, no matter the mood,
    they are comforting, more than they may ever know.

    Daughter comes in smiling, she quickly steals some mixed nuts and says ...
    "oh! I knew you'd have a good snack around."
    Son thanks me for the last night's dinner wrap hidden in Dad's cooler,
    munching it he adds "I love you Mom" and strolls to the back warehouse.

    So here I am,
    in some ways it feels like I was never gone,
    other ways ...
    like I was never there at all.

    I just know my car sits in the parking lot next to JB's,
    this is where I am supposed to be.

    A new chapter is being written ...
    the old closed but never forgotten.

    God ...
    I am a lucky one!
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,392
    This is so beautiful Pandora! :)

    A good family is the best treasure there is.
    pandora wrote:
    My new office, two walls of glass, one faces the IL parking lot,
    the other a lovely cool green woods. Both inspiring.

    My office ... I like the sound of that!
    The other two walls have a glass window in each,
    JB had windows put in all the work spaces.
    It's nice for the flow and the eyes can wander beyond the walls,
    walls we painted bold fall tones, each different, yet in theme.

    JB sits on the other side of the window in the main lobby office.
    He says all he can see of me is an inch of blonde hair on the top of my head ...
    that gives him a funny feeling.

    I tell him... if I'm having a bad hair day he might not know I'm there ...
    he laughs and says ... "uh oh! more funny feeling."

    I haven't been there for three and a half years. February 18, 2009,
    when my injury changed me forever.

    Now JB's voice, his whistling, his drumming fingers will fill my days.

    My children's faces brighten my office, no matter the mood,
    they are comforting, more than they may ever know.

    Daughter comes in smiling, she quickly steals some mixed nuts and says ...
    "oh! I knew you'd have a good snack around."
    Son thanks me for the last night's dinner wrap hidden in Dad's cooler,
    munching it he adds "I love you Mom" and strolls to the back warehouse.

    So here I am,
    in some ways it feels like I was never gone,
    other ways ...
    like I was never there at all.

    I just know my car sits in the parking lot next to JB's,
    this is where I am supposed to be.

    A new chapter is being written ...
    the old closed but never forgotten.

    God ...
    I am a lucky one!
    &&&&&&&&&&&&&&
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