Every skill indicates a creator
Such mastery astonishes the minds
So what about the entire universe
That created and perfected it
He is the one God
With whom no one shares
This creation and mastery.
At some point in time,
But I don't know when;
Nor do I know why, but
I well remember who.
I gazed back over my life
And was pleased for doing so.
I mused on the theme of heroes
And formed a short list of my own.
Not everyone has or needs heroes,
But surely everyone needs someone.
I don't suppose that the choice of a hero
Should ever be one to be taken lightly.
The number of heroes on my list was five,
But the list has now been reduced to only one.
One by one they finished their earthly course
And joined hand in hand with the heavenly realm.
Except for one, they were very up close and personal.
Although I saw him in person, I never met one of them
Who was also a hero to the world. I greatly admired
Him from a distance, and was very influenced by him.
The youngest of them all, and the only one younger
Than me, still remains. I am very proud of and greatly
Inspired by him. He astonishes and occasionally amazes me.
Beyond those five, I don't know if there will ever be another.
111223PS
Lee Retiree, 66 Remix
Never one to be lazy,
Lee’s energy astonishes,
Clarity hallmark avoids the hazy,
Kristie et. al. he garnishes,
Materials investigator a la Dick Tracy,
Friends, Lee never tarnishes,
Quick stick moves as a Blue Jay,
Loyalty, he harnesses,
Learned from all at Poly,
Save the nobility (Kedusha),
Of the morning (Youthfully),
For some, retiree harshness,
An evening, but we wish Lee’s a dawning Be!
Mazel Tov! Chaim & Barbara
Note: Kedusha is ~ Nobility
Movement pivots lid lifted, Pandora astonishes
Actions perpetual pirouette dancer acknowledges
Glamour glues sockets smooth, figurine believed
Image incorporates graceful, a fighter bereaved
Curtsey in zenity as her stage lazy susan circulates
Tulle tickled hips scissor, treasures sage congregate
Rules spurred by war spring away from delicate damsel
Intimate fleshpink stretch legs enter audition to dazzle
Craft to elicit captivation tunes ballerina's true energy
Kills a brash sword brandishing cavalier, buried enemy
Entertaining Eighteenth of January
MAGIC TRICK
Falling softly
Across the room
Healing, helping, destroying gloom
There is a light
A gentle reflection
Falling around me
Soothing and resting
Upon my spirit
Where I can feel it
Inspiring my peace
Caressing my dreams
Bringing me to believe
In the love surrounding me
Falling gently
Across my dreams
Reflecting kindness
Inspirational faith
Warm and welcoming
Wise and insightful
Falling down on me
With a brilliance
That amazes, astonishes
With its laughing heart
And silent grace
Coloring the world
In hues of praise
Praying for a chance
To bring joy to those
Who know that my love
Is a love that is strong
Falling lightly
Across my thoughts
Breathing beauty
Through my thanks
Inspiring mercy
Feelings in tears
Flowing from a heart
Who knows that the years
Will bring assurance
That God is truly great
And this moment is a gift
For Him to bless
With serenity and faith
Tenderness and peace
A love that knows no end
A love this is alive
Unconditional and thriving
As it dances through my life
Penetrating my sadness
Pouring joy through me – gladness
That restores my faith
And reminds me that love
Is everything!
Being a country boy has advantages
His mischief can be especially charming
But, when a city boy barely damages
His folks may find it all quite alarming.
When a country boy is perturbed
And gets involved in a mild kerfuffle
His folks will likely become disturbed
And, they will give him cause to shuffle.
A country boy can sometimes be coy
When facing an unfamiliar situation
While nothing astonishes a city boy
And he’s likely to cause consternation.
All in all, city or country, boys are a trip
They are slowly completing their mission,
While occasionally relinquishing their lip,
While they struggle to find their position.
Written July 13, 2021
Slotted abruptly into a concept
Bold intimation begs he correspond
Gypsy psyche brown moth becomes windswept
Attempt to bracket him or wander on
Waiting with pattern disrupted, fear tinged
On crops offering fluffy promises
Closing chapter rips lustre from bronze wings
Field generosity astonishes
Cotton airborne released from spindly twigs
Soul exfoliated floats borderless
White flight blank wanting absorbs all of his
Virgin shirks burden of choice, subordinate
Soft vessel travels to land's bitter edge
In salt soak Pacific, brief life extends
9th May 2021
Written for Contest: Summer Love Sonnet
Sponsor: John Hamilton
I'm struggling to wake up,
rubbing my sensitive eyelids,
I may need more sleep;
awesome is the resplendent
morning dispersing its light,
I perceive it as a sumptuous woman
wearing a green dress as Nature does!
The first thing I do is to whisper
a prayer different in tone and meaning,
my thankfulness to Him transcends a feeling
that reflects an immense appreciation for the precious life
I am living and not projecting emotions felt as trite...
always rendering them profound and equally fair!
The golden gleams of an awakening sun,
crown the tops of the Longleaf pines with diamonds,
not those that wealthy women wear at a ball to be noticed;
these sunbeams rays embellish their branches and make them sparkle
of a great luminescence that even astonishes the raging, fading moon
unwilling to miss the spectacle unfolding with intense images;
the Chirping sparrows have been warbling since the early dawn
and the Orchard orioles parched on spruces are somewhat sad
not have been able to perform and be admired by birdwatchers,
ah, their whistling melodies must wait for silence as they become hostile!
Trying to convince
humans to get out,
as their iphones sing out
the top hit labeled
mandatory evacuation,
astonishes the birds,
as they revel in the bath of stone tub,
filled by the flood,
and then fly away.
And the ones who won't leave, keep the thoughts of glue,
cemented to their brains,as they
sit and contemplate
the acquisition of
their furniture.
I put all of it in my mouth
Big and strong you can tell what’s it all about
Wind pipes on shut down,
There’s no air to breath
My face stuffed
You can taste the smoothness of it
Surely it indulges my senses
Ahh…
Oh my
What a creation
I get goosebumps
Every time it comes into my mouth
The saliva in my mouth keeps on increasing
As I slowly suck it from one point and barely getting to the other
My hand small enough to handle the other side
As I take it
In and out
In and out
In and out of my mouth
As my breathing changes every time
Going faster
And faster
And faster
Taking no seconds to rest
As it penetrates through my lips
And my tongue plays with the big juicy round part
I am hardly on feet
For every moment astonishes me
It doesn’t soften up
It doesn’t go light
It’s just big strong and round
Lollipop kid's candy
Kick the leaves
Feel the chill in the air
Remember me?
Yes, I was there
The person you tried to bring to his knees
That person's gone, what's left is me
Do you remember that ice can burn?
Was it my time to feel the pain, was it my turn?
You believed what you wanted to believe
Your stupid ignorance astonishes me
But now I've gone
And I'll never return
So kick the leaves
And feel the cold burn.
The timekeeper,
holds time in his hands.
Like the tick of a clock,
or the filter of sand.
The timekeeper,
is round as the moon.
Counting the seconds,
till humanities doom.
The timekeeper,
judges my fate.
Whom I do treasure,
and whom I do hate.
The timekeeper,
so wise and strong.
Yet he has a weakness,
that astonishes all.
The timekeeper,
know’s not one thing.
When his hour shall end,
when time's coo-coo clock sings.
There is a girl
In a world
Far away from here
Where no fear
Can ever be conceled.
Her irritations are followed by
cathartic absolution
And even on the most stormy of
nights,
She glistens in the invisible,
Shinning light.
Her heart;
Can see no wrong
Her eyes;
Brighter then the sun upon dawn
She is what they all strive to be
Perfectly catalized.
In the depth of the sea,
They chide and chastize
Every move she makes,
However she will never break
And time after every melancholy
time
She astonishes even the
unsurprised.
Her charismatic way,
Brings even the doomed back to
life.
Against the odds,
she's shinning
Even in the dark
While shes crying
You cant miss her spark
Like superwoman
No one can hurt her now
She shines
Returning hope back to this desolite
town.
Praising Your work with song thrills me,
seeing the vastness of the sky
astonishes my eyes in joyful ways;
Father, hear all of my prayers:
be like that willow shielding me.
Furious winds blow, but can't whip me,
their cold gusts can't ever reach me;
Father, let me sing divine hymns
like David did in those quiet times...
Praising Your work.
I've lived life and ready to die,
days fade...never frightening me;
there is no fear inside when stars
illuminate my path on dark nights.
Father, let me laud you with songs
that I'll sing through eternity...
Praising Your work.
Although I couldn't see her I knew she was there.
Her essence filled the room with her perfume in there.
She was an invisible woman in need.
Her wet, musky sex speeding her greedy sin there.
Being invisible made it near impossible.
For what she wanted me to do, the air seemed thin there.
Invisibility has it's perks as you well know.
She can do everything that she wants to do with all men there.
Scanky yes, but what the hey, when it comes to the lay.
She has that need to play, so all men will win there.
Do invisible rosebuds smell the same you all ask?
Well if you can see this mans face, there's a grin there.
He's putting snow white flakes into this luscious rosebud.
The beauty of it astonishes all women there.
The luscious rosebud clutches like a tight fitting glove.
Invisible woman uses her rosebud when there.
I know this because I experienced her glove.
I'm here to say that invisible woman's been there!
Note: For Jarad's contest....hope this is close enough!! lol
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