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Shifting Seasons

The law of redemption is at work today,
God moves within us, shaping who we are.
Heaven is shifting in a redemptive way,
Winds and waves of change never stay afar.

God is alive in us, He is our rear-guard strong,
In crisis, purpose rises from the dust.
Put off last season’s garment worn too long,
Renew appropriately, in repentance and trust.

Rehearse divine promises, revisit faith,
The best identity within you now flows.
Rediscover God's thoughts for your life anew,
Enjoy His Presence, as heaven’s current grows.

Future boundaries now are being laid,
Shift from gleaning to owning what is predestined.
Stake your bold claim, let fear and lack now fade,
Transformation and fresh provision shall abide.

Your toenails show the change that is come to be,
Your fingernails reflect His radiant glory.
Your anointing spreads His perfume endlessly,
His Morning Spirit stirs streets with dancing story.

Keep pressing forward - others will arise,
Your testimony holds authority.
Your story leads with light before their eyes,
A beacon of divine maturity.

Excluded

Have you ever been excluded 
From a party or event?
Maybe, you might have concluded,
Snubbing wasn’t the intent.

Still, to hear that folks will gather,
For a dinner, I’d presume,
And the hostess said she’d rather,
For a lack of food and room,

That there’d be no invitation
To include us on the list,
I am filled with indignation
And appropriately pissed.

At the moment I’m just chilling
In my cozy little house
And my time here I’ll be filling
By myself or with my spouse.

Guess it’s better I’m not going
To a place where it’s now clear
I would spend the evening knowing 
I’ve been bumped to second tier.

Wheel of Emotion

Emotions are stroking,

Combing through my being.

Seeing them growing,

Now taking control of me.

My tongue acts appropriately,

A person I don't want to be.

Acting uncontrollably,

And then feeling sorry.

Emotions just grab ahold of me,

Running my reality,

Ruining what I thought to be.

Battling duality,

Challenging all of me,

Revealing what I could't see.

As energy affects everybody,

Emotions signal the party,

Attracting those just like me.

Trapped in a cycle of fighting me,

Repeating in my reality,

Creating problems unconsciously.

As the patterns dig deeply,

Deeper until you see,

Their reflection in reality.

Our reaction creates the wake,

Effecting the direction you take.

Repeatedly stuck in this wheel,

Storing emotions until we heal.

Farewell Poetry Soup

Attempts to defraud my
poetic values via
the varied poetic
formats

My eyes were drawn to a perfect one
yet 'Im' turned out as a mere prefix-
seeing my error, I was in need
of a third eye

I thought this was it
but it was another
mistake, so I tried
to correct it

But I created a
problem that I
tried to fix

But it turned
into a mess
and as all
trails do
lead, to
a trial 

And in truth 
on the stand
Bible in hand
I lied and on
I chose Elegy
appropriately

Today, a ...
poet died
using ...
A.I.

"p.s., Bible is a good indicator that the rest post/past, A.I. use, zilch, nada, nicht, nein, Trump-O-Biden tix."

The Spasm of the Soul

You see that valve beneath the tree. It is staring directly at Thee; you see the curb in the middle of the road, It is telling you how to be bold; walk a mile onward and look beyond the tree, you will see something that you have never seen, the wilderness lies beyond the sea and the devil lurks Inside the tree, look  the bride’s maid are running after thee. Walk close to center stage and move slightly upstage left and look straight in front of you and you will see clearly how things should be. Stand alone in the center stage and examine everything closely and your intuition will guide you appropriately. That is where the  devil always complete his round and he knows where destiny is bound; examine the stage through and through and face your greatest fear, go over the lines a hundred times and confronts the demon in front of you and your fluency will come easily and everything will happen naturally, you are the master of the script and no one can throw you off the ship, Jonah spend three nights and three days in the belly of the whale and when he came out he was not the same; you are the master of the stage.

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO PRESERVES US

May 6 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 18-20

Key Verse – 1Chronicles 18:6 …Thus the LORD preserved David whithersoever he went.

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO PRESERVES US	

Praise be to God for preserving us by His:
Power ably alerting  
Presence always available
Precepts absolutely affirming
Protection attentively awakening  
Provisions appropriately abounding

1Chronicles 19:13 Praise be to the Lord Who 
lets us do that which is good in His sight as we:
Sincerely fulfill His will
Strongly face worldliness
Serenely find His wisdom
Surely fix our faith upon His Word 
Steadfastly flee from waywardness

1Chronicles 20:4 Praise be to the Saviour 
for subduing our: 
Fears by His courage
Flaws along His corrections
Faithlessness through His compassion 
Failure around His cheer so comforting 
Foolishness with His commandments. Amen!

May 6, 2024

Le Petomane

Joseph Pujol, Flatulist
1/6/1857 - 8/8/1945

He started working as a baker
And ended up being the same
But for nearly thirty years he 
Enjoyed international fame.
Using his natural talent
For quite a long while
He entertained the elite 
In his own unique style.

He could break wind at will
With  superb sound control 
Wore a special pair of breeches
With an appropriately placed hole
And, with a series of tubes
Could play tunes on a flute
Blow out a distant candle
Imitate a duck or coot.

He gave delight to millions 
With his travelling show
Cheered and feted wherever 
He was invited to go
He couldn’t compete with 
The noise of the first Great War
So he retired back to his shop
To become a baker once more.

So, All hail  le Petomane
The man who made of it an art,
And added respectability to,
The discreetly dropped fart.
Before  crowned heads of Europe  
At  the height of his glory
Sadly  the modern world has 
Almost forgotten his  story.

We Could Dream This Night Away

“we could dream this night away”


by all means not
the last beans but

close to closing the
growing season so

appropriately for
this Friday’s

harvest
moon

Tao Game Theory

This LeftMind dominant
viral virtue 
of practicing RightBody patience 

Is a coverup 
for feeling deep impatience.  

Feeling impatient is not as hopeful 
as exploring active curiosity. 

Curiosity 
about why someone, 
including my own anthro-privileged self, 
would default to live win/lose 
competitively 

When our healthiest, 
and safest 
economically enlightened 
and politically empowering experiences 
have always grown choices to live 
liberally
radically
integrally
EarthTribally
sacredly
neurosystemically
ecologically
more fully win/win, 
cooperatively co-invested.

Passionate curiosity might kill the occasional cat; 
but probably not more deadly 
than dispassionate lack of curiosity.  

Besides, 
passionate curiosity can also be more fun
than boring impatience

More joyful, 
than sad
mad
bad 

More curiously glad
even appropriately win/win consenting adult/adult lusty

More sad/glad soulful 
preferring mindful disciplines 
like healthy therapeutic dances 
and well-sung 
resiliently brilliant love songs.

Every Relationship Must Change

1. Everything begins and ends,
reports Richo mindfulness
To which Ohcir co-responds,
including positive v negative
therapy v trauma
co-arising intention.

2. Relationships do not always come and go
according to unconditional warm
co-invested appreciation,
when we fail to bicamerally resonate
together brilliantly resilient
therapeutic co-empowerment.

3. Secularized anthrosupremacist life 
is not always fair
healthy
safe,
much less panentheistically 
collaboratively cherished.

4. Pain is part of evil loss
and win/lose trauma,
lose/lose drama
is part of degenerative
dogmatic death,
as e-v-i-l survivalism
reverses l-i-v-e mindful
ReStore EarthJustice
win/win 
yang/yin
body/mind
nature/spirit
ego/eco systemic thrivalism.

5.  People,
and other organic creatures,
are not liberally loving
and conservationally loyal 
and appropriately lusty
all the time,
unlike trauma-free dogs
and healthy MotherTrees
thriving in wealthy 
EarthTribal forests.

My First True Love

Ahh my first love, I remember her well
Her name appropriately was Janice Valentine
Think it was Grade Two though not really sure
Tried so hard to be beside her in line

My head was spinning for the very first time
Wondering what this feeling was about
Had never felt anything like this before
So excited I wanted to shout

Competition was a guy called Glen Maidmont
But Janice had nothing to do with us
She lived far away, about three streets over
She didn't quite understand all the fuss

We always remember our very first crush
A few others have surely enticed
But the first is ingrained deep in my soul
Wonder if she's had a good life

The Queen of Hearts

The Queen of Hearts is much prettier than I thought
She has children who have been pleasantly taught
He husband worries needlessly for nigh or naught
Her advice in February is appropriately sought

The Queen of Hearts has the king’s heart in a knot.
She is open and loving, forgiving, not a snot.
The kingdom appreciates her giving spirit a lot.
The Queen of Hearts is a treasure the king has caught.

Princess An Aptly Named Cat

Princess was a cat aptly and appropriately named.
She had gorgeous blue eyes not in the least tamed.
Her mother dressed her in silk gowns of royal azure blue.
She was treated like a princess, or a queen, also or too.

Emblems

EMBLEMS
exhilarating
renowned
themes
  to hand

patches 
of
 light
the
curious
hung together
  to
evoke&
perhaps
appropriately
 encountering
harbingers
 of beloved
 modern art
in exploded
versions
saved
from
   obscurity
to re-emerge
deploying
  the  immediate
&
simultaneously
ensuring
 a virtuosity
conscious
of all

the intricate
shimmering
&
adorned
replicated
in
the
memorable

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand

Meeting Marilyn and Jane

We are from the sixties, I am Marilyn, and she is Jane.
They are wearing leopard, tightly, and seem a bit insane.
We have painted our car appropriately the less smart one says.
I have no words for them. They are probably not from any res.

We are platinum blondes, Marilyn tells me, as if I am sight-impaired.
Sixties songs all the time, says the one whose laundry gets aired.
They tell of cheating husbands and the joyful road trip they are on.
A few more minutes of chatter, and these tell-alls are away and gone.

Did you hear what happened to Jane? I yell as they peel pink car away.
Marilyn gives me a happy wave; and they are out of sight that day.
They were something! My husband says, winking as if we have a joke.
They might be ridiculous, but do not deserve meanness from a bloke.

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