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Pale moonlight peeks gently for me right now,
yet it feels bright as day for me
as I think of you—
Cloudy velvety skies cover the glow of moon,
yet it’s still comforting like thick blankets on a cold eve
as I realize—
That is how warm your light is,
since you spread so much love
with your friendship, with your poetic gems
It is almost as if
you absorb Sol’s glow—
Your love for laying out in the sun paying off,
as you emanate that sunny energy
to people you come across with...
Your words have the strength of a warrior,
(A word warrior indeed!)
yet it also has the gentleness of a lady.
Your presence magnetic,
pulling heartstrings
like beams of sunshine
being brushed along a canvas
to paint a rainbow.
I think of you,
especially on this special day
as I celebrate a beautiful friend.
Yes, crickets are chirping
along with me right now...
Perhaps a song for you?
Darkness all around me,
with lights dim...
And yet
smiles twinkle in my eyes
I think of you,
...And raes of sunlight
will always, always
kiss my cheeks.
***Smiles, love and hugs to a beautiful and
wonderful friend.
Happy, happy birthday, Andrea sweetie!!!
^_^
September 5
The Message of The Cross
We are living in a troubled world
Where people’s minds are in great turmoil
Society is alarmed at the divorce rate
And child abuse cases continue to escalate
The fabric of society is shaken
And many are emotionally broken
But one thing that remains unshaken
Is the message of the Cross
Chorus
The Cross offers hope and peace of mind
In Jesus you can gain a life sublime
So if you don’t want to be lost
You must kneel at the cross
Are you alarmed at the calamities around you?
And worried about your job and your future too?
Are you troubled by the diseases of this age?
Are you anxious about paying off your mortgage?
Well, I just really want to let you know
That there is one thing for sure
God will always make a way
If you only look to Him today
It’s the message of the Cross
Chorus
The Cross offers hope and peace of mind
In Jesus you can gain a life sublime
So if you don’t want to be lost
You must kneel at the cross
Now even in your quarantine and lockdown
You can embrace his tranquility and freedom
Do not focus on the things that are earthly
For they are deceitful and only temporary
Just keep your eyes on the Father above
For through Jesus He demonstrated his great love
He was crucified for you and me
And his salvation is rich and free
And that’s the message of the Cross
Chorus
The Cross offers hope and peace of mind
In Jesus you can gain a life sublime
So if you don’t want to be lost
You must kneel at the cross
Clare Adams
12/4/20
Working Mothers | By: Maeve Simons | | Category: Poem - Children Bookmark and Share
Working Mothers
Working mothers are in a class of their own.
Maintaining a house and paying off a loan.
Schedules to follow, deadlines to be met.
Doing it all to keep out of debt.
Children and bosses all demanding your time.
Type this ASAP! Please just one more nursery rhyme?
Driving to the sitter, practice and school.
Your new black suit is covered in drool.
Diapers to change, clothes to mend,
buttons to sew, meetings to attend.
Doctors, dentist, teacher visits galore,
ballet lessons, soccer games and you work until four!
Your desk is cluttered with pictures of the kids.
At home your cabinets are filled with sippy cup lids.
Scratches, bruises, cuts to heal,
lately mom’s cooking is a Happy Meal ®.
Boos-boos to kiss, big hugs goodnight,
to scare away monsters, we’ll leave on the light.
There are dishes to be washed, laundry to be done,
put them aside and have some fun.
When Friday comes and your work week ends,
visit grandparents, neighbors and friends.
Go to the library, park or zoo,
you will surely meet other moms just like you.
Read to your children, teach them right from wrong,
play with them, dance with them, sing their favorite song.
Children need love, discipline and praise.
(The boss needs to be reminded of that well-deserved raise.)
Enjoy your children now for jobs come and go.
One day they’re babies and the next you’ll know.
They’re off on their own thinking fondly of the past,
trying to make all their memories last.
The rewards are grand and it is so much fun
to see your son hit his first home run,
Seeing your daughter in a pink tu-tu,
hearing those words "I love you."
When is your job done? - Never they say,
Thank goodness! This working mom would dread that day!
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In a ravaging mind
devoid of plain vision,
all purpose of motion
gets abandoned on hold
once losing that stable
clarity of judgment,
still paying off judgments
with tortures taxing mind;
gusts fill tissues stable
regardless of vision
to load each vessel hold
using sanguine motion.
I present my motion
to lungs before judgment,
proving walls never hold
since logic doesn’t mind
the destructive vision
in cosmic clues stable,
this teeming soul stable
directing with motion
doppelganger visions
sequestered for judgment
once prevalent in mind
with each mortal I hold.
Such trajectories hold
orbits rendered stable,
illusions of the mind
fooling sense of motion
despite viral judgment
from idols with vision
provoking this vision
enthralled in steady hold
until the Last Judgment
pulls apart my stable,
a tremolo motion
tearing the public mind.
Such judgments of vision
shall mind my living hold
stable in fierce motion.
My Boys
Your mother, I am, forever and always !
I love you both forever and in all ways !
I have been, both mother and father !
I have been there, to nurse your wounds,
both physical and psychological !
I have been there, in your times of sorrow,
to kiss away all the pain you were feeling.
I have kept a roof over your heads !,
long after you should have left the nest.
I have kept food in your stomachs.
I have, long after you should have been self-sufficient,
paid for your entertainment ( phones, cable, internet ).
I have ended up paying for your cars, car insurance !
As men who should be taking responsibility for yourselves,
I should no longer have to sacrifice my financial freedom,
in order to help you as I have – financing your businesses,
paying off the debts you incurred doing business.
After they failed, I lost my financial security,
and to this day !, I have never been able to recover !
The list goes on and on my dear sons and so, where do we go ?
As men, it is time to let go of my apron strings !
As a woman, with grown children, it is time !,
time for me to stand up and take off the apron
no matter ( for all of us ) how much it stings.
It seems to me, you, as middle aged men,
I am still being a slave to motherhood !
It is time for us to let go of past expectations
and move on and look after our own needs !!!
Your Mother !!!
B. J. “A” 2
June 27th, 2014
I created a time machine
Because I have a sacred vision
To abort Augustus Caesar
Is my life's holy mission
His dogmas concerning marriage
And procreation for the state
Precursor to that religion of empire
I will personally eliminate
Back to forty four BC
With my trusty sniper rifle
Crosshairs on Julius Caesar
Then behind him just a trifle
A young blond-haired lad
His face as familiar as statue
I pull the trigger with purpose
Time takes a new avenue
This founder of Western Civilization
Lies dying on this date
Julius Caesar now holds the boy
I also know his coming fate
Feeling justified in my actions
I prepare for my return
Laughing, don't worry about Brutus
And from this century I adjourn
Back to the future
Feeling overwhelmingly inspired
I can't wait to see a timeline
That had no Roman Empire
I begin looking around
Everything looks about the same
Except now I think in German
And women are wearing war paint
Then it hits me like a ton
No historic suppression of women
Not only are they smarter
They're also the dominant specimens
Some approach me with interest
Looking at me rather coy
Then they rip off all my clothes
And use me like a sex toy
That time machine is paying off
I think I like this world
Then I notice to my amazement
It's being videoed by one girl
Straight to the internet
The exploitation of men
Attention girls gone wild, I chuckle
You ever heard of sin?
Construction workers, fishermen,
hands broadened,
reddened cracks in the wintertime,
teachers, office workers,
a standing cashier feels aging
in her legs,
careers extended.
Can it be just a few more years til
they have freedom,
to live on Social Security?
Paying off mortgages,
and children's student loans,
paying, paying.
Arthritis cream and knee replacement
surgeries,
their funeral will be their retirement party.
Groceries, housing costs have gone up,
while adult children still ask for
financial help.
Hoping their vehicles last a few more years,
hoping, hoping.
Their grandchildren depend on them,
when their parents don't fill the gaps,
aging in America, not for the faint hearted,
the sympathetic Lord will see them through,
as they hold on tightly,
Sunday dinner thanking Him for their endurance.
Their funeral will be their retirement party.
A gleaming white locomotive in the mists on the railway-
no work today, as it stops for them
to come aboard to Heaven. ~
My love still have no limit
I'm so in love with you in it
You give me reason and passion
I'll always adore your fashion
My heart pumps juices of joy when you're passing...
Me, as I stare into those sunflower bright eyes
With lips so full and plush, how could they tell a lie?
You're a queen of all my love, and your crown shines of diamond
This is spirit talk for you, not just cuteness and rhyming
I need U to See US like I vision we
I'm sure that time I was "paying off" turned out to be free
We've shared so much, are we In need of each other?
Before I forget to say it, you're such a beautiful mother
Not of mine right now, but with hopes of great timing
You're a queen of all my love, and your crown shines of diamond.
If healing comes from healing tears.
Then why have I not I've shed them for years.
I wake each day and say today won't be so bad.
But am just sadly reminded of the things I once had.
Not the material things, those I can replace.
But my brother and sister, my moms smiling face.
The celebration of birthdays and Christmas at home.
My how things have changed now that I'm grown.
But my mom was amazing at teaching life skills.
Not the cooking and cleaning and paying off bills.
Things like when you listen doesn't mean that you hear.
That only works with your heart not with your ear.
When you lose one that you love a hurt she would soften.
By telling you it soon would hurt much less often.
For the grace of god go I and to thy own self be true.
These are the things that will be priceless to you.
To be happy you must learn to be happy alone.
Probably the hardest lesson from which I have grown.
So though I am lonely at times I'm not really scared.
Because of all that she taught me she left me prepared.
So I now think its time to open my heart to see.
If I can meet someone special and turn me into we
Scraping these stalemate shadows from such, buskins nails
Tracing real time read throughs signifying tragedies
Shredded in the leafed contours bin....
High rise windows overlooking the city; hedged portrayed views!?
Collosity framed upon the walls possessive panels this, epidemic of disregard
Obstinate portals; entering this burgandy carpeted elevators, going down
Stopping at the lounge for a midday cocktails, inebriating the enigmas
Jukebox tunes playing these, immersed illusions both, shaken and stirred
Martinis, with an extra phantoms olive to quiescent this taste
Lingering now upon my pulsed illuminated tongue....
Paying off the tab afore glancing into the mirrors reflections; crowds passing by ~
Master cards manifestos held tight and, placed into freighted pockets?!
Passing through the galvanized foyers exegesisly brushed frescos offerings and
Gazing toward the artic domed ceilings skylight; penetrating rays of warmth as
Straightening my tie before stepping outside to greet their, euphoric smiles ~
While as leaving now, this big cities architecturally designed, scalar hotel!?
Scraping, these stalemate shadows from such buskins nails....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
...."Atlantis City, New Haven" *
Form:
All I want is to be treated like a person. There is SO much I could open my mouth about of what people asked me not to say. But I don't. Im not like them Sometimes I wish I could just let it all out and watch them hurt. Like they hurt me. I get treated worse than nothing. By people Im supposed to call family. Sometimes I think its easier to let my depression take over. Stay in bed all day. Stay here. Alone. But even my own thoughts look down on me. And I just keep replaying it in my head. Vie been there for one specific person and they threw me under to save themselves. After coming to ME for help. As much as I want to be. I'm not cruel like you. I won't push someone down just to get ahead. I am stronger than this...even though it still hurts. But just this once, I'll let that monster inside take over...and knock you down a few.. Because nobody deserves to be treated like this and be made to feel the way you made me feel...
Side note to the writing above. Just a personal note for myself. and anybody else that feels someone may have betrayed them. It sucks. But it gets easier.
You shut me out as a friend. It's your loss. Everyone gets stressed out. But I NEVER turned my back on you. Not even when you threw me under the bus. I still wouldn't get you in trouble. Even if it meant getting kicked out. You we're too busy saving your own ass. You see, my teeth are messed up. The Subaru has no motor and I'm paying off debt. You're not the only one that's stressed out. Yeah I've gotten mad at you before but i usually get over it. this time is different. I did nothing to deserve how you've been treating me. You don't deserve me as a friend. I'm not afraid to post this. I'm not mad. I feel...nothing?
To anybody that may come across this entry. You're not alone. You have a good heart. Don't shut anyone out. Just smile back and pay that person or people no mind. Until my next entry. Keep your head up. we're all in this together :)
Countries come together for one thing,
One goal in mind,
To win something shiny to win something round.
Competing men and women show the world their desires,
Four years in waiting it finally arrives,
All the hard work slowly paying off.
Early mornings and late nights a distant memory,
While the rest of us carry on with our lives.
Tension filled body’s exact perfect moves,
When the crowd roars electricity fills the room.
Hoping to gain a place in history and a place in our hearts,
That day comes for some but not for all.
The bell of the high church tower
Rings every hour
The sound echoes with power
As in the skies shooting stars shower
Beyond the castle wall
There is suffering of a lonely soul
The chestnuts fall like hail this fall
And leaves autumn paints in colors beyond all control
The young man was riding the road map did chart
But on the way there he got shot with a poison arrow through his heart
His father was to be next baron but political rivals decided to get rid of upstart
To send a message they killed his son by paying off the local blackheart
In the churchyard his love waited patiently
But meeting between them was not to be
Unsure why breaking the promise was he
She knew that their togetherness was destiny
Her lips were inviting crimson red
But her deep eyes were sad after tears they began to shed
When she found out that her love was dead
She lost her head
She prayed to the God to bring her love back
She begged the God until of time she lost track
Trying to pierce nothingness with her eyes she stared into black
But what is once gone from this world it cannot backtrack
As she looked at the cross she begged first then threatened with violence
But in return she heard only silence
The cross was made of gold showing its brilliance
But yield no answer to her grievance
When she talked to the priest he would tell
That if she continued to be angry she would go to hell
Since he was on payroll of political party he would also tell
That her lover would go to hell as well
First furious then crying of tears sea
Then she thought that maybe that was her destiny
Then to grant her wish heavens would agree
But rather then bring the love back they told her to look at world’s beauty
The reason was so it she would not forget when she ventured to the skies
Beyond second place where the out world lies
For the Gods joined the couple together not where soul goes when it dies
But rather to final fundamental place to be the king and queen of the very skies
The portal to the seventh skies
Was through the girl’s enchanting deep eyes
The beauty that never dies
The abyss of wonder and the gate to highest heaven in those eyes would arise
They say we struggle til we die,
If that's the case I don't want to fight to stay alive,
Feels like a crime,
Stealing money from our pockets the government doesn't leave us a dime,
Homelessness is at an all time high,
Yet Trudeau fills the media with all his lies,
Bring in the democracy,
Where's the inaccuracy,
We are worst off now than the great depression,
The people are getting worse with regression,
It's easier to by alcohol and drugs then food or a roof over our heads,
A fire in our hearts is dying,
As well as our want to live
No one wants to work when it doesn't do a dent,
They think it's easy paying off rent,
Landlords squeeze you for everything you don't have and expect you to repent,
They say we struggle til we die,
That's life,
I don't think I can take another strife,
I don't want to die,
But I'm not surviving,
I'm six feet in debt,
How are we supposed to pay,
I don't want to stay,
But there's no hope for the poor,
And to care for others is a chore when you have nothing to give,
They say we struggle til we die,
So here I lie in the debt of a ditch,
wishing to be buried and just get it over with.
concerning Iran (a brief letter to the american voter)
dear miss or mister
still-believing-in-the-“dream”---
which face that you see being displayed on your
screens,
do you think will get us into a war with Iran
first?
will it be mr. hope & change,
whose translucent slogans were
transparent to many of us,
even prior to his ascendance,
whose own hands became bloodied/dirtied on
the way up,
and who now spends his time
twisting on the marionette stage
to the hand motions of the moneyed interests
who fueled his first campaign &
who have fueled his present one?
as the manipulators of mr. hope & change
make him continue to strangle Iran with sanctions,
pull funding from Palestine &
pump more & more money into
militarized & already nuclear
Israel,
will the region get any more peaceful?
will all the countries who showed their dissent with the
Arab Spring
then become the little slaves that the empire wants them to be
under mr. hope & change,
further gearing up hatred,
encouraging the next 9/11 on US soil
as a direct result?
hmmm.
will it be mr. romney, mr. santorum, mr. gingrich or
mr. perry, whose combined complete lack of concern for the
citizen of the empire & wanton militancy
will sacrifice everything to crush the last stronghold
left in the region
(who refuses to bend over the table for america
so that it can install another Shah &
rape it of its oil)
in the name of the war on “Islamic Fundamentalism,”
whose characteristics seem all too familiar
if you are watching the whole thing happen from a television in
the
“Evil Empire?”
hmmm.
will these iron-fisted capitalists
who make fun of the unrest within their own country
by blaming the unemployed for the occupation of wall st. etc.,
march into Iran
(like the christian caped crusaders that ya know they see themselves
as---finally getting to convert the infidels after all these years,
with the big american military *****)
like they marched into Iraq &
they marched into Afghanistan
only a few years ago,
to incinerate the country &
start building permanent bases there with money that
could have been spent on
universal healthcare for americans,
better education for american children,
new employment opportunities through making america
green &
paying off our own debt?
how many Iranian citizens are going to die because of
the american empire’s hegemony & hubris?
hmmm.