I could stay for hours under the sun
to contemplate bouquets of primroses,
to listen to the buzzing of insects,
To contemplate their petals, the shape of hearts,
I could stay for hours if no one comes,
to absorb the happiness of such delicate flowers,
Ah, wasting your time is always winning it,
Wasting your time, it’s an art, it’s a work,
It takes the help of God and wild nature,
To understand the soul of things, symbols,
I could stay for hours in the sun.
Contemplating primrose bouquets.
Je pourrais rester des heures sous le soleil
à contempler des bouquets de primevères,
à écouter le bourdonnement des insectes,
à contempler leurs pétales en forme de cœur,
Je pourrais rester des heures si nul ne vient,
à absorber le bonheur des fleurs si délicates,
Ah, perdre son temps, c’est toujours le gagner,
Perdre son temps , c’est un art, c’est une œuvre,
Il faut l’aide de Dieu et de la nature sauvage,
Pour comprendre l’âme des choses, des symboles,
Je pourrais rester des heures sous le soleil.
À contempler des bouquets de primevères.
She discovered why he smiles
so pleasantly towards her.
But she couldn't allow him to
think anything permanent or
futuristic. simply due to her lack of
not being anywhere attracted to him.
His freind told her to let him hear how
she cursed and smoke in front of
him: this would surely turn him off.
This would put any feelings towards
her to rest. Yet neither to inspire or
encourage him she did so.
His stomach soured towards her without
any regrets or furthering. In fact he began
avoiding her. Compare the dlow or
transference of: to either counter or clockwise.
The nuclei comes together
as the perfect absorber Her words the linear
line equal to. Musicality related verbs in genre.
The Flow. he walz the Flow.
The Quonset could be used. If Digging and Berming it
would be feasible and suitable for the task. The flat area
is unique enough for a house.
by: Dr. Moun Anion Ampere
Ensign Dynamic Inc.
A Company Electron Entity
of Brusa Crom Music LLC
Bundle and Game Matrix
of Blackbody Physics
and Subwoofers
Brusa and Kantanka
" Bassa De Tremble"!
Last week, I walked up to a woman,
My arms encircling her un-notified waist,
After stiffly pointing out to some man
His not- funny miscalculations from childish haste…
Only yesterday was trailing after another woman in hilarity
Over her hip-describing shorts
And a not-tall one for a charity,
My eyes her high-heeled shoes giving teasing shots.
All these: grudge-unleashing embarrassment
And in even kangaroo courts, a harassment;
A boulder-large embarrassment, an embrace by the insane
Sincerely acting one’s old acquaintance,
To surely leave one in palpable pain
A creditor for his money breathing open threats of disturbance.
Embarrassment is that a woman could kill for,
Of her gross belittling, exceedingly sure ;
Some wives proceeding on hunger strike
Until the sadists their husbands join them to dislike.
Squarely, a pitying of self while wallowing in shame,
A never ever feeling the same
With a shovelful of agitation
For the deliberate intimidation,
Sufferers carelessly freeing the lock to Violent Reaction
On the spot, denied the Shock Absorber for humorless action.
Minutes in, days out, I would succumb
To an electric wave of heat: this once
Tidy dress lined in cotton and quilt now appears
Scratched like a hand-me-down cloth;
My upper ribs tossed into a furnace
While the sizzling smoke chokes this neck…
Yet, Milady is not done with her slew of cuisine.
She tightens my back amiably in fetal position
Carrying jars, kettles, and pans ... with me
As her absorber from the burn of summer;
Her food tester masking like an undercover aide.
Yes, we are both overworked. I observe her
Lounging on a pantry chair inclined to cleanse
My body reeking of oil, grease, and pepper.
O Milady is genteelness, that skin so milky white,
Her fingers patting my dry cheeks before night breaks
While she glides out the door in lilting hums…
And only then can I lie on the sill to rest quietly
Under the glittering weave of tender moonlight.
--
Potholder Contest of Craig Cornish
5/15/2020
Football is a brutal sport
It's boxing without pads
Bone-jarring collisions rattle the head
Collect too many, and you'll be dead
It also takes its toll on the knees
Scar tissue, arthritis ~ Wheelchair, pretty please
Not to mention the damage it does to the spine
Which becomes a human shock-absorber at game-time
Of course there are all those famous Chicago Bears players
THOSE LEGENDARY 'MONSTERS OF THE MIDWAY:'
'Coach' Mike Ditka waddles around on two dysfuntional hips
All-Star Dick Butkus' shattered knees plant curses on his lips
And the 'Punky Q-B,' Super Bowl winner, Jim McMahon
Has helmet-bumped his way into the 'I'm-now-a-vegetable-can
Not to forget Dave Duerson: He entered Pro Football's Hall of Shame
When he took his own life, 'cos he couldn't remember his name
But I'm a tough guy, a man's man, and here's what I say:
If I have to sacrifice life or limb, let it not be for a football play
~ Let it be to defend my country, the USA!
He traipsed toward my face.
My grey, imperious majesty.
Impervious to strong fingers
and rubber-soled feet
His face set, hard as my stone,
bearing a load as heavy as avarice,
hungry comes my challenger.
This conqueror of realms,
remains of breakfast travelling on his lips
My unshaven face looks down upon
this approacher, encroacher. Poacher
of the peaks and the torrs.
I am the absorber of shadows and
giver of light. Bringer of Sunday School
picnics and kites that catch the wind
Faced with this venal subterfuge,
my draw bridge is raised, my
crevices inaccessible.
My many jagged limbs,
created by the sea and the wind.
I am the perfect lure to the foolish
and the last sightof the dying
I cast my gaze upon the mirrored sea,
my only neighbour, whose waters hold
firm under the weight of the working boats.
Bows powerless to escape the tension of her surface
You see me as rock. But, I see you too.
I see the fear coursing through your veins
like a virulent disease. A Flea upon my chest
i've been telling myself to stop
i've been trying hard to escape
i've been loving you all my life
but do you really care?
there's a little piece of heaven, inside this hell with you
for only on those stolen moments
i could say i own you.
but it can't be like this forever
i can't always be a shock absorber.
i don't wanna feel empty again.
everytime i come out of this little heaven..
i hate you.
Suffering is to be found in every phase of life
Will be evident in the life of anyone who follows Father Christ
It is not a punishment or penalty
But an ordinary part of earthly existence
Patient suffering can be a shock absorber
That helps us over the potholes
Rough places of life without becoming all shaken up
When we accept suffering without constantly complaining
We weaken their negative impact
Wheather physical,
Mental
Emotional huts
The better we endure the cross
The more Father Christlike we become
Accepting sufferings means
Not running towards it but through it
Father Christ speaks of a mother
Forgetting her labor pains once child is born
Some saintly people have welcomed suffering
As a way of imitating Father Christ
Proving their love for Him
Savior has said we will save our souls
Through patient endurance.
Thanks Father Christ for Your suffering to save us
May 11, 2014
It began with a kiss of love
graduated to nine months of
mixed feelings which ended
in hours of horrible pains and
regrets.
In the sight of your babe came a
sincere smile of success.
You didn't know how strong you
were Mom.
No shock absorber could have been better.
You stayed strong like a giant Iroko tree
in the midst of turbulent winds of life
You are my hero mama.
You patiently carried on the tedious
job of nursing regardless of burdens
and pains,
Denied yourself comfort to make me happy.
Your baby I will always be.
Mummy you are sweet, tender
and loving.
You are indeed a blissful bridge to the paradise
I know.
Sweet Mom.
HOW COME, I AM A DIRT OR
A SHOCK ABSORBER!
Never mind the insult
That, for sure I am not
Though in bad light
I’m likened to a dirt
In a kitchen sink or toilet bath
Strained as it clogs the way adrift.
But unlike in a baseball game
Instead an opponent catches a ball from strike
The runner miss the 1st base
As the referee would consider a lost time
Competition turned over and done
No more to live by and compete.
But to me its not fair and just
As it is a bewilderment
Thereby….cannot accept
As the sly is without reason taints
To down grade to the most in a street
That the slight is never than a fist fight
- below the belt.
Good when I am anatomized
Like a kidney in the body -make
A purifier in the system to filter waste
So as the blood line clear and cleanse
Leave you a day in good mode out of trouble
As that, a shock absorber , I could
possibly be!
do my toes actually feel?
or does my mind
tell them to
Energy absorber
Wind breaker
Air breather
gasp for air,
Air.
It keeps me alive,
but
I can not find nor
see her...
though we work
and slave to keep
us alive ,
we must always breathe.
Into my circulation
Into your circulation
and we forget,
all you need to do
is breathe
~~
so many walls
but one center.
so many strangers
but one you
people are afraid of differing
eyes,
eyes claim to see,
but they just glimpse
color,
not the picture
beyond.
all receive
all hold
all cry
Humane Humans
kill to survive