No ledger tracks love
no parchment records heartfelt—
love flows to and fro
coming inward with the tide
owing nothing in return
Love is not a trade—
no mirrored debt to redress
no score kept in trust
It is pure, restless motion
free flowing to intersect
Gifts offered, received
as starlight falls without claim
as sun warms the field
love bears neither weight nor score—
It alights as a feather
Oh Echo why, did she beguile.
Queen Hera with loquacity.
Thou mountain nymph whose winsome smile
Did mask Zeus from complicity
With sylvan nymphs, his sole desire.
Those dalliances once revealed
Set jealous Hera's heart on fire.
Echo was blamed, her fate now sealed
To never speak, till others spoke.
And only then, those last words said.
Then bite her tongue, or she would choke.
This punishments inside her head.
A woodland hiding place she found
In solitude and loneliness.
One day she heard a youthful sound.
His voice her lips, it did caress.
Then " do not hide " Echo replied.
This paragon of many charms,
Bemused he said " please do no hide "
When Echo ran towards his arms,
Narcissus cast her to the ground,
Extolling death, to her embrace
As from her lips, his words resound.
She disappeared without a trace.
To wander evermore alone.
Those mountain caves were her domain.
Soon blessed death, turned bones to stone.
Her voice was all that did remain.
8 / 16 / 2025
We spent twenty two long years together
under the same roof, so, I know him better than others,
for he’s my only brother.
On his own terms his life he walks brave,
setting the course on the pathway he likes to pave.
Probing nameless people uncalled, he may descry
break the fence of his protected privacy and pry,
ask incisive questions to slice his persona, they try.
He doesn’t ever care to reply.
In his heart sunk in the quicksand of time weary,
emotions rise from the dormant passion’s debris.
The good done to him he can’t acknowledge loud,
but buds of love blooming within, he keeps under shroud.
Mellow sensitivity absorbs all his feelings inarticulate,
he is overwhelmed, but doesn’t know how to demonstrate.
A deviant introvert, he seldom submits to others’ decree,
until he finally sleeps he’ll do what to do with will free.
He’s content with little, grateful for god’s blessings plenty.
November 27 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Romans 14-16
Key Verse – Romans 14:12 So then every one of us shall give account of himself to God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR INSTRUCTING US
TO GIVE ACCOUNT OF OURSELVES TO HIM
Praise be to God for instructing us
to give account of ourselves to Him midst:
Truth always trustworthy
Testimonies assertively true
Triumph affirmatively tenacious
Trials toward abounding thanksgiving
Temptations assuring timely tested testimony
Romans 15:6 Praise be to the Lord for
exhorting us to glorify Him:
Pleasing His person
Persevering with His power
Progressing by His prosperity
Pursuing toward His purpose
Participating in His program
Preaching His precepts
Praising Him with His people
Performing by His principles
Producing along His provisions
Praying in His plan
Romans 16:20 Praise be to the Saviour for
His peace and grace as we:
Cleave to His care
Cary His commands
Cling to His compassion
Come to His cross with our concerns
Claim His closeness around His comfort. Amen!
November 27, 2024
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if i'm asked to rein mine
licentious
regard
mine tap
uv the auburn
draping hern
princess
hern emerald
beam
thick twixt
hern
digits
uv hern
digits
inciting hern torso's
orbiculars
i just cun't
i meant
can't
Under Dead Sea lies
Two wicked cities buried
Sodom, Gomorrah.
before life begins
we accrue fictional sins
so guilt always wins
lest any deem themselves free
to alter reality
dollars and distance
do not measure existence
despite persistence
constant debt all but assured
within this credit card world
is living better
starting off as a debtor
shame's main abettor
always in the negative
when all else is relative
to death all succumb
becoming what we become
in part and in sum
being soon enough degrades
until last remembrance fades
like the dinosaur
the future won't fear our roar
care what we abhor
leaving only the remains
produced by once human brains
that call, a face
porcelain
pressed against glass
and dead eyes wrought
from an attic room
watching us
her name badge was
irrelevant
“No, those top rooms
are not used, full
of junk and all locked up”
yet the face watched us
leave; into
the further ghosts
of night
Closed Account
David J Walker
The uncertain
Decimal point is real yet
Unforeseen
The last scene of the
Latest dream of a
Vague and future
happiness
The language is Pigeon
And unfamiliar
An inspiration of
Lukewarm winds
An overdrawn account
Of promised future days
Compromised and
Secured only in unsigned
Promissory notes
And yet the plan is
To retire young
While the infirm
Await their turn
To expire
To the tune of a
Closed account
Local newspaper needs a finance and poetry page.
Successful people,
Who are disliked by others,
Must account for actions.
My Americanized Horn Haiku.
Usually no caps of punctuation.
Those who want you to
Account for things you have done;
Always be truthful.
Beating around bush;
Not considering all facts,
Create big problems.
Primary factor;
What people want to hear;
Sold a bill of goods.
(Merton's Self-fulfilling Policy)
should know interest rate;
Current supply and demand;
stocks and bonds prices.
New jobs created;
Categories they are in;
Also GNP
Living in past;
Have to change requirements;
Adjust to the times.
Accumulation,
Reflecting social structure
Current and present.
the time-river-bank be
lined with account-trees branching...
so the dollar-leaves float
to where they be economically
kneaded as future debt for weaponry...
from an even-easier scrooge
who computer-eyes future
decades of payback that never end till...
the last dollar-plum-met
says those who profit from fighting
are nothing but existent school-yard gangs...
to be sent to fight on melting icebergs
stan sand
I released my breath and reminded myself that this too shall pass. I didn't realise it would be this painful. Tears filled my eyes as yet another contraction racked my body. It came at regular intervals now. I hoped this ordeal would be over soon. But that was not to be.
Half a day later, I was still crying out in agony. This was worse than dying. I couldn't bear it anymore. In anguish, I prayed, "How much longer, Lord?" I was tired and my throat felt hoarse. I never thought I could cry so many tears. I simply wanted to close my eyes and drift off to a painless sleep.
Finally, after TWELVE of the most gut-wrenching and the lo............ngest hours of my travail, my cute, little cherub came into this world. And my! Was I happy!
The act his men did condemn
No exception: all of them;
Twelve thousand in his pockets,
Eyes causing to leave sockets,
His cheeks ripening for slaps,
Ears for women's shaming claps;
A union's contribution
For daily distribution...
Had meant it as a surprise,
Twelve and Low Account should rise;
He'll argue it "No idea!"
With benign smiles mask real fear...
New seen Mafia films on jobs
That leave behind irate mobs;
Hancock trying to be smart
Ends up jolting Trusting Heart.
It's not that simple for hacking bank account
It needs advance information technology
Genius is breaching privacy, security and law
A misuse of knowledge and wisdom
Just because of greediness
A careless step will fall into his trap
Money can fly away without wings
Hardwork won't pay
Why is the world so terrifying
Why does the world whirl round without logics
Very unfair to an honest, abiding and devoting man
A life's saving has gone like the wind
We're facing a frightening magical world
With tough confrontation but defencelessness
Oh, my god
Blessing my friends
My savings account was ready for his deposit
But got exactly The Opposite:
Thirty thousand our agreed amount
And simply ‘Three’ credited to my account…
Who can have his person spoilt
And the virtuous milk in him split?
I would say I could remember
His being obviously a cult member:
Rather a face unforgiving and somber
And a habit of counting women like number
Now that I sense ‘Some Sort of Thief
Our relationship should be damned brief
He may others’ valuables freely grab
Not mine who can’t tears steadily dab.
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