Back to the Mount of Olives
Back to prayer and surrender.
Back to the feet of Jesus
Back to repentance rendered.
Back to a place of brokeness
Back to earnest pleading.
Back to our faces to the ground
Back to see Jesus bleeding.
Back to new consecration
Back to submission and tears.
Back to persevering prayer
Back to reverent fear.
Back to praying against temptation
Back to one hour of prayer.
Back to appalled by a misused kiss
Back to commitment there.
Back to a solitary place
Back to review what your call is.
Back to "fervently seek first His kingdom"
Back to the Mount of Olives.
Waiting on queue
While life has me blue
Help is on the way
But, seems to stand a million miles away!
Been sitting on queue for hours long
Hearing the same three “PHONE HOLD” Songs!
“Please hold…Your call is important to us!”
Why is it that I can’t get through? I desperately fuss!
As I wait…wait…wait some more
Here it comes again: “The racing thoughts now pour!
At last, a rep answers my desperate call
And I freak out and stand appalled
As she reads from a monotonous script
“Ma’am, please!” I beg as the page she flips!
“Hush, Dear Child! I am saving your life!”
Without further ado, she shrugs off my gripe,
Returns to her script and resumes her read
Finally, her script ends and I am freed!
From the torturesome monotonous read.
“Now, will you just listen to me?”
To my utmost surprise, she says to me:
“Okey, Dokey!
“Now, let’s wrap this up doing the Hokey Pokey!”
Two months have elapsed
since I met Kapur my new friend
At a first nation men's group gathering
which we both attend
Kapur an unusual name took a while but now easily recalled
A big gentle man at first seemed rather shy
Not much to offer, my first impression, misguided, I'm now appalled
Together Kapur another friend and I
helped a couple resurrect some garden beds
Amazed at Kepur's knowledge
much transferred and now stored inside my head
His broad knowledge of family
His broad knowledge of lore
His broad knowledge of language
more time to spend together I desire to learn more
Today a very brief conversation
his intended weekend activities revealed
Two events to play piano in a reggae ensemble
much pleasure to be enjoyed from the talent he will yield
Kapur I am blessed you've become my new friend
We'll continue to meet at the men's group we attend
Iran is being slaughtered whole
Where’s your compassion, Paly fans?
How come no voices, not a soul
Spoke up? You must have other plans
No Jews involved, and silence reigns
Name me the cat that got your tongue
The Hollywood of scatterbrains
Is hushed, both elder and the young
Killed in the streets, throats cut, envenomed
Shot point blank in clinics' beds
Vile ayatollahs, full of venom
Prepared to rip own folks to shreds
Do you all march when monies flowing
Qatar pays down your protests?
The murders in Iran ongoing
Few spoken words in worldwide press
Appalled, disturbed, upset and saddened
I cannot keep my mouth shut
And by indifference I’m maddened
Time to remove the Tehran nut
February 3, 2026
I recal a man called boris, he came
Across most honest' said one death
And all.? Well it made him most appalled'
Then a little later he cried.' Who cares if
The dead are piled up so high.' After this
Then came battles in Ukraine, then peace
Started threatening war hardware and much gain.' Boris was soon underway.'
To put a stop to such peace; heresay..Maybe you have too like
Me heard much.?? Well similar and cry
Tears like a sea.' No i'm not for killing
And murder most food.' In fact i'm able
To observe, to see how cast in stone
Is the 'word often hurled by bad actors
In the world, most politic'y.)
The man in the elevator hastens,
He feels ill at ease, with most teeth broken;
He pushes the button, marked in red ‘Ten’,
And seems very much anxious, now and then.
But halfway up, the elevator stalls,
The man frowns, apparently quite appalled;
He presses the ‘Open’ switch, rings the bell,
And yells at top of his voice, “what the hell?”
“I need to use the restroom,” he then screams;
Soon the lift kicks open as in a dream,
A woman standing there squeaks, stern but calm,
"So late again today? You know the qualm!"
Honesty always wins the Victory Cup
So, lift your hands...higher and higher...up and up
Drink it down...or sulk it up....
Let's toast & cheer while HOLDING-UP
our small and little sippy-cups
In everything you say and do,
Make "Honesty First" your Priority Rule
So all "litter-lies" and every "waste-for-excuse"
stand appalled and OVER-RULED…•
‘Twas high on Binnicky Barney
that I asked you to be mine.
The ear was on the barley
and the grape weighed down the vine.
The clouds were high,
and so was I,
on whimsy, wit and wine.
A name is just a nonsense-game,
and love an empty snare:
and shame and blame are all the same,
but you and I were there.
In summer’s throes,
the fungus knows
its spores are in the air.
“Bryn y Cabanau”, so it’s called,
as per the ancient tongue,
and I was galled, abashed, appalled,
embarrassingly wrong.
For lovers’ lisps
are will o’the wisps,
and never last for long.
There’s merit in mistake, they say,
and losing leads to learning,
and every dog must have its day,
and every worm’s for turning.
(For all we glean,
we wish we’d been
a little more discerning.)
Solution is a kind of death,
regret a form of doubt:
and love’s a type of crystal meth
from which delusions sprout.
The pieces fit,
but you’re the bit
I haven’t yet worked out.
i smile at people all day long
young and old
fat or skinny
abled or disabled
strange looking or plain as can be
it’s all the same
but when it comes to me
too fat too wrinkled too old
i’m full of criticism
and i can hardly bear
to glance into the mirror
if this would be a friend
confiding in me
i would be appalled
i would shake them and
tell them they’re crazy
and to snap out of it
so hear me, you be my witness ~
i’m committing here and now
to wear my grand-mother’s ring
(the most beautiful woman in the world)
to remind me beauty is in the heart
we should remember always
that kindness is what’s beautiful
and keep that earwig in our ear
AP: 2nd place 2025
On golden shores waves were crashing
Beams of sunlight, I saw flashing
and stopped rowing. I stilled my oars.
Waves were crashing on golden shores
Gulls shrieked while the wind was blowing
I stilled my oars and stopped rowing.
Morning skies turned blue as dawn peeked
While the wind was blowing, gulls shrieked.
When daylight broke, I thought of you.
As dawn peeked, morning skies turned blue,
And I recalled when last we spoke.
I thought of you when daylight broke.
It'd been too long. I was appalled
when last we spoke, and I recalled
my words seemed to be a swan song.
I was appalled. It'd been too long.
I felt remorse upon the sea.
A swan song, my words seemed to be.
Reality hit with full force.
Upon the sea, I felt remorse.
Be dark or fair, folk have pride in their hair
Although often hair leads one to despair
Finding it's tousled and tied up in knots
After sleeping upon one's precious locks.
Or when hair has been lovingly blow-dried
Getting caught in the rain and tears are cried
For you and me hair’s our crowning glory
Without hair on head tops, what would life be.
Hair enhances one’s looks, protects one’s fun
Stops scalps from burning when out in the sun
It keeps heads warm when the weather is cold
Hair's certainly worth its value in gold.
Through the years my hair has turned shades of grey
It can't be helped, it's simply natures way
I don't mind the grey, I treasure the gift
That brightens the day, giving one a lift.
My humble blessings may have you appalled
Because of them who happen to be bald
To me being bald is beauteous too
What's in the heart, not on the head, makes you.
They (the Legacy media) persist in their use of deceptive practices with the intent to obfuscate what is true. They conveniently avoid facts, that are known, intending to mislead those who are superficially engaged.
The freedoms granted to the media by our constitution, as intended, was for the protection of the masses against rogue governments and or political abuses.
However principled the intentions of our forefathers in granting this freedom of the press, they would most certainly be appalled by the ongoing, intentional distorting of what is true, and what is currently being disseminated to the public by the majority of legacy media.
Today's abundance of available media sources, for those who seek what's true, only adds to the confusion and mistrust of this information. The media's use of their platforms to promote an agenda, or for the purpose of propaganda to benefit a political party or political outcome, is exactly why we are no longer,
(United States)!
I don't know what this is
It's not me
Some being destroying everything inside
But I can't see
Weak and fraught
Anxiety and pain
Think the dark will suppress
But morning comes again
My reflection in a window
It's up and ready in a flash
My confrontation in it's presence
Wants to smash my head in it's glass
My skin crawling
My body rejects who I used to be
I am not who I once was
It's taking over me
Scared, frightened
Appalled and sickened
What is the cause?
It's taking everything
But my bones
It's name 'Menopause
Today I’m blessed with the task of clearing up some confusion…
when it comes to DEI- diversity, equity and inclusion…
Personally I’m am mortified…shocked…dismayed…appalled…
why when it comes to DEI…people are confused at all
Diversity, equity and inclusion will always make our country…our world strong…
anyone who agrees will always be right…
and the rest will always be wrong.
attention internalised
thought flow rested
my heart was at peace
though earth life tested
I became a witness
motionless in vast space
doing nothing thus
I invoked God’s grace
fears and desires ebbed
bliss magnetism was activated
no demons then remained
needing to be placated
one night in vibrant stillness
debts of love were recalled
seeing misdeeds of my past
I was repentant and appalled
at that moment God appeared
in light soft white yet bright
He erased past transgressions
and said it is alright
God then gently held my hand
and said be joyous on this earth
live out your life span in peace
with heart bubbling in mirth
He revealed we too are as He
made in His image ~ living light
earth is a school to grow in wisdom
love taking us on a wingless flight
such was my encounter with God
He reveals Himself when it is time
however we always hear His voice
betwixt love’s bliss beat chime
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