In a closet, stuffed in bags,
My records gather dust.
The player’s gone and speakers, too,
But keeping them’s a must.
My friend is giving hers away,
But on the other side,
My sister got my cousin’s batch,
Passed to her when he died.
I hear that vinyl’s coming back,
Yet those of us of age,
Remember our collections,
Adding groups we saw on stage.*
It was a thrill to hear a song
And buy a new LP,
Which way back then was how
We gained accessibility.
A needle on a record,
Careful, so it wouldn’t scratch,
Did provide a magic feeling that
No other modes can match.
*Often on The Ed Sullivan Show
My version of being a pack rat
O for where ever there is lasting hope, true love
also abides in Jesus Christ,
for without lasting hope and Jesus Christ's true love,
where would all of His
created people be? We could not even cope, or have
any lasting hope.
We could not love if Jesus Christ first failed to grant
us all of His never ending
Love. Towards all of us while we were yet sinners
perishing in our own sins and
endless inequities! How we would lost through out
all of the rest of eternity!
We are able to love Jesus Christ
Only because he first loved us and
He gave himself, what more could he
Give? O How he loved both you and
O he also loved me!
L is for the wonderful love he
shows us,
O is for he loves every one of us.
V is for the victory that he won for use
E is for the never ending graced he
freely bestows upon all of us!
12/26/23
Coins and watches
keychains
old newspaper clippings
Necklaces and chains
stamps
baseballs cards and old pictures
all thrown into one
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elegant effervescent
stylishly
arranged
savoured
in complexity
encounters
with the past
tenderness
interacting
with
enthusiasm
throughout
to
become
a touchstone
of
human cost
of the
realities
of sheer desperation
yet
the magnetism
lives on
in
warm memories
for
who has a winning hand?
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ardent
worship
aflame
more them
a
mirage
an
etched
illustration
still
relevant
genuflections
inquietude
an
underling
unease
an
elusive
strange
intensity
unrevels
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so relevant
to
explore
always
unashamedly
unsettling
swirls abound
reimagined
&rendered
figuratively
in
vigorous
scene
with
hints
of
the occasional
amidst
the static
immersive
perhaps holistic
fashioned
as a kind
of
contrast
a
triumph
of
allegory
represented
by
beauty
in energy
by way
of lightness
coinciding
with
the odd
vision
that’s
so precise
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Copyright © Brian Strand
"Before You Speak...THINK!"
T-is it true?...
H-is it helpful?...
I- is it inspiring?...
N-is it necessary?...
K-is it kind?,,,?
***This notice was put up outside the office of Kelsey, our Assistant Community Director and our Leasing Officer. At our independent Disabled 55+/senior South Everett, Washington's apartment complex.
Grace and Peace be unto all of you!
All of my love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea/ October Country
June 28, 2022
People in my circle,
Same interest,
Common goal,
The heart's Venn diagram,
Uniting us,
Differentiating us,
In one huge plane,
The boundaries set by nature,
Its beauty is enhanced by the variety,
Rings and shapes intertwined,
They intersect to show us,
A people crafted with peculiarities,
A people with disparate dispositions.
May 19, 2022.
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moving&imaginative
.modes of interpretation
in dramatic structurein
sequenced
bestowed
a semblanced
with integrity
a consenus
compiled
in
simple variegated
similiarities
defying convention
reiterates
an appreciation
to enouragine
perseverance
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She collected
his every phrase
like an assortment
of antiques.
She realized
she could also
sort them by date.
2/21/2021
Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 21
"It only takes a moment to be loved
your whole life long." The Sound of Music***
Oh! It only takes a moment to come to
Know Jesus Christ as both your Savior,
And Lord your whole life long. And to
Also come to know and love Him too!***
When you love Jesus Christ as He
First loved you, you will never
Ever be alone your whole life long.
Because true love last forever.***
It only takes a moment in time to know
That Jesus Christ is the only begotten
Son of God the Father. As God the Father
Loves His Son, He also loves you and me.***
It only takes a brief moment in time to pass
From everlasting death unto everlasting life.
And to make the most important decision
of your entire life long.***
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 11, 2021
He obtains fancy chopsticks,
hardly uses them, forgets he has them.
He drapes ornamental trees
with cheap pocket watches
let’s the batteries run dry
hardly ever looks at them.
A suitable receptacle, a container
or an old cigar box must be filled up
with whatever is small enough
to be collectable.
Seashells he keeps in chests
along with unusual pencils,
pens, and pen knives.
There are other acquired
gewgaws and fripperies.
His poetry is a collection also.
One day he will move on
to yet another creative collection
of his ever expanding hollowness.
They giant gray ones plod through black heat and dust
to honor the bones of loved ones.
Gently picking them up with tender tusks.
Like wrinkled professors wielding
pieces of pocked chalk
sniffing the air for inspiration
or perhaps a reason for it all.
The plodders must move along
as their ancestors suggested.
So, this chain of struggle and damnation moves along.
All of the watering holes are drying up.
They must move far away from the bones of memory.
They must find that vein of silver amidst the blackness.
To drink heartily- to play in -to bathe in-to pray in.
fate by the throat
magnified in decay
this curse of reality
catalogued
in the picturesque
lasting impressions
beheld
foretold
the actual present
enriching
in living images
manifold
in manners
perfect in revelation
inspirations of
the everyday
mystical moments
poetics in interpretation
translated
in
rhetoric
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