The Lord is my Master Coach (to show me, teach me and guide me)
My Teacher, I shall not waiver.
He leads me to teach multiple minds,
He grants understanding and wisdom in full classes.
He reawakens and reignites passion in me.
He leads to paths of wisdom, knowledge and understanding.
To help me, awaken those who want to learn more.
Even though long days of teaching load me down with exhaustion
I will not be troubled, for He sustains me.
His Word brings life to my own words, as I coach those who seek council.
He prepares opportunities even in rough times
Tough conversations with business partners He leads.
He has provided for me with skills and wisdom
I am a good coach.
Surely, I am a teacher, as He was so shall I be
My Master Coach, will never leave me
Under his guidance, shall I forever be.
Chantelle Smith
30 April 2024
Wishing and wanting to be
An
Olympic Triathlon Gold Medal Winner
Knowing full well in order to succeed
This specific individual feat requires
3 different apposing skillets
So I went in search of 3 of the very best
coaches in each individual particular
event and discipline
So I got Memo to teach me how to run
Forrest Gump how to swim
And Lance Armstrong to teach me how
to ride a bike
And most of all how to cheat at all 3
Hard to fathom the logic of
the following
How in sporting terminology
even the great Tiger Woods
in his pomp and prime employed
the service of a swing coach
with not a single major title to
his name
And Jose football's special one manager never even played professionally himself
As neither is any so called expert
critic in any of the field of art be
that film , poetry , painting , sculpture
or photography
Because surely if in reality
they we're any good at all
in there field of expertise
they would be competing not
teaching or passing comment
So given that Tiger Woods has
20+ plus majors and is considered
to be the greatest golfer to ever play
the game
Then why on earth would he need
to employ the service or be willing
to listen to the opinion of a coach
without a single major title to his
name
Likewise why should or would any credible artist or come to that fact member of the general public value
the critical opinion of someone or anyone
With in essence no more clue than
you or i yet given a platform to
indoctrinate other's
Thelo na se pantrefto
wanting and needing often found her
hungry. she'd often find something special
at Dingles Restaurant
a special place that catered to the taste of
strangers, or those who liked
gamey meat, and garlicky breads.
she often had a lot of steaks, tarts and
rice dishes, for a discount, that's why
people often came to get the special.
ask what the chef is eating and you'll probably
find a great deal.
tonight a friend and I are
excited to dine out, I think she's going to
say she'll marry me, so
I asked the chef to
fix something special to go with the bacon and dill? cucumber tarts
I ordered. maybe the pork blade steak with stir-fried vegetables
or maybe some smoked fish and a sour cream tart, or even the
classic fillet mignon with bacon and stuffed potato skins and a cauliflower au gratin.
if she answers yes, I told the chef to send out two small raspberry cakes with champagne. if she answers no Well the gingersnaps will have to do.
Angourie Kai Belken
a regular pie crust
make shells in muffin pan
filling is
1/4 cup of bacon
1&1/4 cup of cream cheese
1/2 teaspoon of cayenne
1 egg yolk
1/4 cup of cucumber ( peeled, seeded, and diced)
Winter covers all the earth
And blows both cold and strong.
But amid the group of four of us
It’s springtime all along.
Hand in hand we walked the roads
That wither we may tramp.
And in the night of deep starlight
Laid down our loads to camp.
Four elvish friends that hard and fast
To each adventure binds.
And find that we had always been
True friends throughout all time.
Together we’ve run sunlit hills
Of that called Wilderland,
And fought the dragons of the North
And all the foes of Man.
We knew one day the time would come,
As we stand to greet the dawn,
That I and every one of us
Must sing his lonely song.
Who knows if when we’ll meet again
As we go our separate ways;
And lo, here come the coaches now
To take us each away.
as the kids begin to come out
again
to declare the violation of their innocence to the world
so that finally these pompous pedophiliac pederasts
can be dragged out of their lairs in order to face the world for
what they are
(not what they claim to be)---
the coaches twitch like the catholic clergy,
presently pissing their practice pants &
“holy” getups
in hopes that they will not be the next on the
chopping block---
meanwhile,
another collective gasp is heard by those who never thought for a minute that such
hostile homophobia
which comes hand in hand within the realm of
organized sports & organized religion
could possibly be a cover-up
for what was really brewing
just beneath the surface---
one has to wonder just how many
freudian slips it takes
to get to the center of a
child molester.
So they came
Tall at the table
And I saw them all
Right of way and able
Talking about
How the players play.
“can i have a new menu?”
“this is what we serve”
“i wont join the system
which is killing the earth”
“sir…”
“we’re not that way
and the menu is flexible.
we’re happy to create
if you know what
pleases you.”
The paws were deafening
While I was polite
Standing eye to eye
While he sat in the light.
“quit being so difficult
and just order something”
;o)
Sense and sensibility
equal a
Sensible scent of ability.
Simple.
Heaven’s scent
is not
”...a penny earned”
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