I fancy you will find a wonderful man
Who loves you the way I once did
And will hold your admiration in hand
To give back to you what I once undid.
A man who understands who you are
One who is present in your times of need.
A man who loves you both near and far
To support you when you fail or succeed.
Perfect in every way, handsome, graceful
Adhere always to your whimsical whims.
Never wavering, unkind, or wasteful
Keeping you warm at night with sturdy limbs.
Greets you every morning with fanfare
Adheres to all the desires you may crave
And meets your unrealistic standards
Pining to please you from cradle to grave.
In your troubled world there is only one
Who is tough enough to withstand such fun.
Withered leaves no longer cling to trees
They're rustled until released by a breeze
To Nature's rules, Autumn must adhere
and become a trodden pathway for deer
Aspen on the hillside will be stripped bare
Their ghostly trunks seem not to care
for Spring's greenery, they will proudly wear.
Shed A Tear
Within debilitating heartache you shed a tear
The loss of a loved one that you hold so dear
Gone is the that one love you once held so near
Memories overcome you as you shed a tear
Seeking inner strength that no longer is clear
Overcome by all these emotions that appear
Consumed by the sorrow and pain so severe
Suddenly overcome by grief you shed a tear
Praying for inner strength to adhere
Hoping that time will heal and endear
Fearfully your near future is so unclear
You quietly and solemnly shed a tear
Releasing all inner sorrow as you shed a tear
Letting go of the uncertainty causing you fear
Becoming aware of your feelings so sincere
In your loneliness you privately shed a tear
Justice, justice you shall pursue*
a commandment Israel is devoted to
To establish courts in every town’s gates
civil and criminal disputes to debate
To examine the truth
to adhere to the law
Treating litigants with dignity
God’s Torah with awe
In this way, to be a light unto nations
compromise, not violence, for all generations
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*Deuteronomy 16:20 -- This is in the third verse
of the portion of the Torah read in synagogues
this Sabbath.
Have no fear, my friend.
This is not the end
For the sun shall rise come the morning.
Though you were told lies
And tears fill your eyes
Broken hearts will mend come the morning.
Wait and see.
All will turn out for the best.
You’ll agree,
It’s not needful to protest.
What you can’t change…
What you can’t fix…
It might seem strange,
But every plot must have its twist…
Do not fret, my dear
Though the end seems near
Still the sun shall shine come the morning.
Things will be just fine.
It’s all by design.
Shadows disappear come the morning.
Just hang on.
Hope will once more be revealed.
With the dawn
You’ll escape this battlefield.
You will have wounds…
You will have scars…
You’ll lose the moon,
But find the brightest of the stars…
So, again, don’t fear.
To this thought adhere:
You will see new light come the morning.
Hold with all your might
For I will help you fight
Til better things appear come the morning.
THESEUS and the invention of Rules
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In it's complete state of being it
shall be centered and marvelled
there before us we shall see the totality
of moon and sun.
Yet those who beleive ib such myths
adhere to the beleif of
complete abadonment and devine adjustment
Yet under the sun until
the moon is centered
some hold there hands up high
and grasp the tresure
at 13;52 the range
peak global range from
1730 to 1811
from 11'35 to1;52 until 2;29
Theseus spoke to the event saying...
Balteus ,cingulum ;Faber,coriarius,Fabricatio
fabricare...I am champion
he said with his arms wide open
and hisfingers pointed
to the sky!
he stood on air in winged sandles and perizoma
Two-footed, and through Time
How we, down here
Whilst to it must adhere
In patience go.
Hints at what, and flapping
Yet attached are
In desires, winged afar
Soul's own tempo.
Oceans continue to wave
or do they adhere to duty
obviously everything stopped
on the day I saw your beauty.
Or am I illusioned
of my soft pain, hard longing
on the sin called belonging.
In this write..With oxymoronical title i take
Issue with a condition a rule most un-vital ' i must be nice.? When on poems i comment or advise.? I have no choice.' On this i could pen a sonnet? Not that by carachter
I am prone to be mean' if i be honest? yet thats a blanket
Ban.' Maybe usefull in Siberia? On going there i don't wish too.' Thats my choice.
Yet on here' there is a rule..that all must
Just adhere too.)
A freedom whisper was perched in my ear
and spiritual pieces did steadfast adhere
when I entered the earth’s global sphere.
As a child, I knew God was in all people’s ‘here.’
I never doubted the spirit vibes especially near
nudging me to seek truths as a mission most dear.
Compelled by an authenticity steer,
individuality and faith became my gear
to wear through each emotional frontier
where I held both joy and sadness sincere.
God’s truth as my ambition held clear.
I learned from burns we have naught to fear
as thickness in darkness brings light most sheer.
Above and beyond to lovingly revere,
God also serves as an approachable peer;
all we feel and think, God ever wants to hear.
Many forces taint spirit, they spear and smear
but prayerful desire enables truth to appear
that one day all his children may joyfully cheer.
To think of what might soon appear
To think of things that just might be
To plan each step that you will take
So your path is not hard to see
You take your time because you know
To think of what might soon appear
Around the traps you then will go
A life you'll have that knows no fear
You understand how to adhere
To standards that are set in life
To think of what might soon appear
Will help others to avoid strife
Though others think you move to slow
You understand when you come near
Of the place that will be your goal
To think of what might soon appear
For Constance La France Ponder in Poetry Contest
conditioned to adhere to a prudish code
when suddenly confronted we shy away
feeling debts to social etiquette are owed
but if winds of passion in heart make us sway
perhaps our subconscious we need to decode
that we stand erect both by night and by day
looking not at objects but their inner light
our tranquil heart pulsating with bliss delight
I like when days are shorter,
Though I know most won’t agree,
But getting out before the sunrise
Seems just right to me.
On winter days I read in bed
Before I venture out.
Yet now, with just one chapter,
There’s a bright blue sky, no doubt.
I miss the oranges and pinks
That make the sky aglow.
It’s like having front row seats
For Nature’s early morning show.
The daylight hours stretch, as well,
So when it’s sunny-bright
At the dinner hour and beyond,
It doesn’t feel like night.
I much prefer the coziness
Of being tucked inside
When the afternoon is slowly
Starting on its evening slide.
Alas, my preferences take hold
For one-half of the year
And to the rules, I have no choice
But simply to adhere.
May we be blessed to think more about our children….
and remember before they are grown…
how the one life we have is ephemeral…
meaning our years here…are all on loan…
So while we’re here…we would be wise
to adhere to this enlightened Native Nations philosophy….
How our children are the living messages we send
to a future we will not see…
To think hard and long…on this subject
to make sure our mind is clear….
as to the message we want our children to share with the world
when we’re no longer here
Sometimes a simple question
needs a simple answer,
other times, a lecture.
I adhere to the principle of truthfulness, irrespective of the consequences. He asked if I had any affection for him, which reminded me of a mathematical question posed by my second-grade teacher. Maintaining a composed manner, I replied in the negative. His response exhibited a noticeable change in demeanor. I firmly believe that honesty holds significant value, regardless of potential outcomes. The inquiry, "Do you love me?" has been addressed to me on numerous occasions, more than I am inclined to mention; I interpret it as a politically charged statement. (Increase in social security benefits)
Sometimes a simple question
Needs a simple answer
Other times, a lecture.
And as for me, I hate having long, drawn-out lectures
Today I am celebrating my 69th Sunday, 2026
It is well with my soul.
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