red sun streak on pane,
shroud of wild pink violet,
blooming eye catcher
In form and in feature
Human - most desired!
Else of tangly, jangly
Bother and nerves wired.
There's incels in my (in)box...
They're trying to get too me.
Old private ones and AI made,
Things no one else should see.
Not even there nor did consent...
Report, delete and cycle more.
Man made and generated,
Sociopaths, that's for sure.
I understand rejection,
Assault does cross many a line.
A woman who is trying,
Targeted multiple times.
There's incels in my in (box...)
They're trying to get too me.
It worked out for a moment,
They will not have victory.
Break open your alabaster box of worship,
Let precious praise rise, a fragrant ship.
Do not let the enemy steal your song,
Unlock your praise - it fits you strong.
Let praise be on your lips day and night,
The praise factor will disarm the fight.
Your songs lets go of yesterday’s sorrow,
And positions your heart for a brighter tomorrow.
Lift up those hands inscribed with victory,
Lift up your eyes to the Lord of ancestry.
Not through the scales of your situation’s mist,
But see Him rightly for who He is.
The Bread of Heaven, the Sovereign King,
In this season, greater fruitfulness will spring.
Be settled in His Word, press in and stay,
Let it be unto us according to His way.
If sleep was like a box of chocolates
Each choc representing time,
We'd all likely dive for the one
Offering several hours - nine!
If we sneak one during the day
It would be a cat nap.
There are others that give intimitancy
Where dreams will overlap.
It seems that most nights the same is picked
That only provides two to four
Hours of sleep in total.
If I take two, will I get more?
Some can be quite sour
Bringing nightmares, pain or angst.
Others are sweet prompting pleasant dreams,
Even waking, you can feel your heart dance.
Then there are umami ones
With detailed vivid dreams
Not scary, not sweet, but very real
And you find significant seams.
There are occasions where, quite by accident,
Your own exhaustion makes the choice.
One is selected where there's no disturbance,
No dreams, no bladders voice!
This rare sort refreshes the most
And you feel the utter bliss
Of a good night's rest, you're raring to go
Thinking, "I could do with more of this!"
If sleep was like a box of chocolates
And you could actually choose,
Which one do you think you would pick?
I'll give you time to muse.
They spoke of lines
I did not see any
Oh, those blue ones?
Ha!
By the time I noticed them, my masterpiece was finished
I heard the last bit of the teacher’s instruction
“outside of the box”
I looked around but saw no box
I saw a dragon, elf, faerie, and VW bus
A mushroom came alive and flashed me with her round bottom
Words came rushing by
I snatched a few of them
They laughed and giggled
One of them kicked my finger hard
They would have their way; I was their puppet master
I am an artist, cartoonist, and poet
No one can advise me
I lean into my own truths
Listening to my spirit guides
They swarm me with ideas, and cannot be thwarted or stopped
They cannot be slowed down or discouraged
I am an artist; I am who I am who I am
music box spins
notes drift like rain
wanders through walls within
echoes through evening’s grain.
room empty of former grace
but remembers who once stayed~
child’s laughter lingers in the space
mother’s humming folds into shade.
melody grows thin, thinner still
air holds itself tight
to trembling rise and gentle trill
flickering like a candle at night.
final note dissolves away
yet silence still has something to say.
Were just another mess,
Just another distraction from the actual task at hand,
From the impending doom luring over me,
A fate of my own making
The consequences of my own actions.
I did not think I'd make it this far
To be worrying about such
things,
Especially when I had a hand in trying to make sure I didn't get here.
But I am now
And that's all that matters.
And as I sit on the floor of my half packed dorm avoiding the training for my job, finals, and whatever has slipped my mind,
The velvet green fur of my "treasure" box has me enthralled.
I'm transported back to a simpler time,
Back when I aspired to be a "Professional Jewelry Untangler"
Wonder how the adults could let these
Beautiful
Priceless
pieces get in such disarray
Yeah, I understand it now.
Love I had to put our love in a box, and put all our love away, it was painful to think of you some days.
Love you are in a box, full of memories, they are painful, some joyful, some I can remember and feel lost.
Like all loves that leave, yours I will keep and cherish all through life, but they will remain in a box.
Each day I will try to stay away from the love box of memories, I will try to move forward and fill the hole in my heart.
No one will ever replace you, I will love you forever, and keep all of our love in a box, like a vault that only you and I know of.
Thank you for all the memories, for all the love, for each day I still can hear you and I will try to shut you off, for we walk on different paths now, and I will look to fill the hole in my heart.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
"Life is a journey with both good and bad along the way." By Poet
My dad has been gone for many years,
making it time to clean out his belongings.
I remember his war stories as a young child,
they were better then reading books.
Each word would come to life,
as his stories went on and on.
Telling about his men almost starving,
and how the farmers fed and hid them.
Here in a box what did I just find?
Love letters to mom in old torn envelopes.
What is this thingamajig?
It looks like a writing pen but it will not write.
Did you know pens in those days needed to be ink filled?
Imagine that!
They filled their pens with ink before they would write.
Today we still have writing pens,
most come ink filled and ready to write,
some are disposable pens.
None will be as cherished as this old one,
knowing ink flowed over his journal and love letters.
Electronic keys and hacking tools
Gloves mask and absolutely no rules
Except of course to not get caught
To stay the course not get lost
Strip it and zip it or rip it off
Some days are worse than others
when I need to sit and cry
I open my old shoe box
once used for Valentine's
I take a trip down memory lane
to visit familiar faces
a reminder of my past
never to be forgotten
Sometimes it feels like the world tries to put me in a box
but in
the box
I refuse
to stay
because I
hope to change the world one act of kindness at a time
Valentine's Day and are you really alone
with a big heart shape box of chocolates
No one to share eat all you dare
of that big heart shape box of chocolates
fruity creams caramel dreams nuts and chews
inside that big heart shape box of chocolates
dark chocolate milk chocolate chocolate chocolates
love that big heart shape box of chocolates
Can it be? eaten all those candies
empty big heart shape box of chocolates
Is it time to make up now? sure she has that
big heart shape box of chocolates.
matching clothes are not for me
I dress like movie stars on Britt Box TV
clothes we like, patterns and colors we love
matching neither, very British, very freeing
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