Betty Jo Hilger

Rookie (05/29/65 / Missouri)

Betty Jo Hilger Poems

1. The Monarch’s Message 3/13/2005
2. Self-Delusion… 3/14/2005
3. Despair... 3/4/2005
4. Echoes Of A Rose… 2/3/2005
5. Purposed And At Peace… 2/3/2005
6. Hidden Rose... 2/3/2005
7. “known” Stranger… 3/4/2005
8. A Dream Fulfilled… 3/4/2005
9. Seeking… 3/4/2005
10. Guiding Light... 2/2/2005
11. Blue... 2/2/2005
12. Sanctuary… 2/3/2005
13. Son... 3/3/2005
14. Madness... 3/3/2005
15. Frustration... 3/4/2005
16. Compassion… 2/3/2005
17. Blame... 2/2/2005
18. Buttressed... 2/2/2005
19. I Won’t Give Up… 2/24/2005
20. Overwhelmed… 2/3/2005
21. Silent Storm: Are We Listening? 2/3/2005
22. Adopted... 2/2/2005
23. Runaway... 2/2/2005
24. Hiding Place... 2/2/2005
25. Pompous Prince... 2/2/2005
26. Growing Up… 2/3/2005
27. Mislaid Mind… 3/4/2005
28. How He’s Grown… 3/4/2005
29. Desperation... 2/2/2005
30. Delusion... 2/2/2005
31. Why So Long? 8/15/2005
32. Invisible Sin… 8/16/2005
33. Heaven... 3/4/2005
34. Awed… 3/4/2005
35. Rest In Him 4/4/2005
36. Hope… 2/3/2005
37. Applying Faith… 3/4/2005
38. Tongue-Tied… 3/4/2005
39. We Are What They See… 3/4/2005
40. Troubled... 3/4/2005

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Best Poem of Betty Jo Hilger

Timid Dialogues…

Certain themes of conversation are anathema
They never should be broached
Though opinions may be accurate
the consequence is death

Of relationships
Of peace
Of hopes
Of dreams
Of sanity

Oft’ begun in innocence, with thoughts to rationale
Unforeseen, the outcome
weighs a heart to bow
forced into a corner

Blackened
Helpless
Desperate
Inconsolable
Wretched

In assessment of his triggers she is flawless
when signals are conveyed
accumulating data, measuring the risk
but she cannot read his mind ...

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The Monarch’s Message

Depiction of orange and gold
Divided with tracings of black
Hovering over the hedges
Designing a world that we lack

Peripheral hallucination
Prophetic, inset, in relief
Conveying illumination
From Heaven’s hand to our feet