The sick and the injured had been his whole life
He’d never found time to ensnare a good wife
He’d slept with a patient and soon was arrested
“It just happened once,” to the court he attested
He’ll run no more x-rays, he’ll set no more bones
He’d made the mistake that no jury condones
No more operations, no drugs to dispense
The judge said, “The public demands recompense.”
“Your claim that it happened just once was complacent,
There is no excuse to lie down with a patient.
A long prison sentence is what you will get
Such a shame… for I hear you were quite a good vet.”
Line of inquiry:
truth imbibed
awaits assimilation
we feel it in our bones
in time dissolved meditation
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the forest’s trees, though asleep, at twilight
they silently seek the stars who softly weep
glorious oaks with their gentle leaves so bright
laugh and tell tales of the mountains so steep
in the forest I glimpse a fanciful tune
written by the moss, the pines and the stones
hesitant winds lift the birds as they croon
against lazy shadows the river condones
at the edge of the world, where the pines sigh
there is a wonder unheard – still that abides
flying through the night, across a black sky
glad to know the grace that only love provides
midst the wildflowers, dancing in the fields
grows a melody so clear it cheers the soul
autumn’s breath defies the shower who yields
gifting forest’s captive with certain parole
in the light of still, unmoving musings
soars the ancient belief of those lost in praise
when the night falls, hearts collect their losings
glowing on the night is love that never strays
Children today, are the future of tomorrow
Why destroy a life before it starts
A world problem that's overlooked
I can't understand why we mistreat our kids
Society condones this criminal offense
Where not enough attention is given
As parents, home violence must stop
We must be more accountable to our kids
Case loads are of epidemic proportions
Which are tolerated by the court system
We get frustrated when no action is taken
Cradling the law into our own hands
Someone please help, I'm crying for help!
It's difficult to face such an environment
Your self esteem and respect are shattered
This is an epidemic of child abuse
Author: Floyd Neal
Date: May 2003
Inspiration: Stories in the news
A boy named Jordan was an unchurched kid,
fond of red roses in the garden green,
enjoyed mischievous things he always did.
As Bible School helper he was last seen.
The local church gets a cardinal new,
with passion, of the garden he takes care,
moves around in Zucchetto of red hue,
caresses red roses abloom with flair.
He says red roses blossom for the Lord,
tending them condones all the childhood sins,
he committed that many didn’t accord.
He feels for him a new journey begins.
After many years tracing the known track,
as a cardinal Jordan has come back.
time between seasons passes slow
Impatient we are as leaf buds grow
Carefree summer takes her time
A sudden chill - unwanted snow
As slowly the sun begins to climb
time between seasons passes slow
Crocuses bloom announcing Snowdrops
Daffodils come as a sudden surprise
Azaleas flower as bright as lollipops
Forsythias glow like a golden sunrise
time between seasons passes slow
Idle leaves deepen in rustic tones
Sun fires the chameleon call of fall
Scent of smoke - autumn chill condones
All is golden to enthrall
time between seasons passes slow
No longer remote winter blasts its way
Its beauty - snow on coal dark wood
Compensates for days of gray
As if somehow it could make good.
time between seasons passes slow
the time between the seasons
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Everything on the outside
Seems intact and in bloom
I am approaching a half century
There's still plenty of room
For life to rain down
And show me much more
But internally i'am breaking up
I'm startled and raw
I'm tired
At my heart i'm tender
I excuse my memory
As i just can't remember
I feel nothing
Yet feel everything like thunder
There's no book of what to do
When you feel your're going under
All our lives a continuous donation
That nobody ever condones
One by one ripped out and taken
Here take the rest of my bones
Trees In Spring
Beneath the trees, gazing up, I see
Branches reaching skyward, sprouting leaves,
Filtering rays through the canopy
That cause my eyes to blink breathlessly
From the mosaic, prism colour scheme.
The scenic vista is dynamic
And pleasing to absorb spring’s hypnotics.
These vascular plants drink nourishment
And utilize the sun’s energy
In the process of photosynthesis.
The reality of perception’s direction
Persuades self-effacing resignation
From biased human disposition
With artistic interpretation.
“I pray nature forgives my trespassing!”
Trees in spring of natural beauty
Whose subliminal message I can’t dismiss.
“Human intrusion has been devastating!”
Unwarranted greed condones desecrating
Tangible living poetry in motion.
There's no question that God condones
His kind blessing of pheromones
But all said and done
While we're having fun
He hears nothing but moans and groans!
Some people forgive once,
and believe that it's so right;
some people forgive twice,
but then shut their heart!
I have forgiven
a thousand times,
never regretted
what I've done;
keep on forgiving
a thousand times:
no soul can be sold
to devilish emotions!
They have taught us
not to be fooled
by deceiving words,
one mistake is enough;
if one has nearly drowned
in the deepest waters,
can he be that foolish
to do it again and risk his life?
This is the misconception
they have: one must be hard
and show no compassion...
aren't they being trifle?
Keep on forgiving
a thousand times,
don't be inspired by cruelty,
by the selfishness
that society condones;
don't be shuffling
through false dogmas
that deter others
from knowing kindness...
because forgiveness
can restore faith in Humanity!
The Heart That Shines. 4/30/2020
Shining bright. She can’t see it alone.
The pain, the hurt, yet she condones.
Her heartbreak.
Looking left, looking right, that girl.
He will always be her whole world.
His heartbeat.
She loves, she cries, hello, goodbye.
Will she make it another night ?
Heartbroken.
She looks above, and sees her God.
No more putting on a facade.
Deep heartfelt.
Feeling loved, she says all her prayers.
With him, love she will always share.
Heartwarming.
Being kind,
is to risk getting hurt,
feeling like a sucker,
when others do not do
what you do for them.
Choosing it,
nonetheless,
is courage,
while selfishness is cowardice,
not the other way around.
Kindness challenges injustice,
selfishness condones it,
the former innovates,
the latter follows
the follies of this fallen world.
Please don’t tread upon our faith
Or pay the ferryman till’ its safe,
We’ve been the blind now let us be the worthy,
The fractured thoughts we hid away,
In the place we weren’t allowed to say,
We’re older now and deserve our share of mercy.
To share the truth that’s on our mind,
The ones we prayed no one would find,
To put an end to this abusive monster,
Because our silence just condones,
The beast that hid our broken bones,
Who stole our innocence for which to squander.
No more whispers in our eyes,
No more living with these lies,
It’s time the public get to see behind the curtain
It’s time to free our chains of youth,
Explain why we’re misunderstood,
And unload ourselves from this eternal burden.
It might be the climate
Or maybe the heat
Which blasts our apartment
And will not retreat…
But every winter,
My skin starts to itch
And nothing relieves it.
(I’ve heard every pitch.)
I’ve tried every lotion
And many a cream
Yet still I’m so itchy
I just want to scream.
It’s not a disease
But a seasonal woe.
When spring rolls around,
It will vanish, I know.
Still, three months of scratching,
Which no one condones,
Will leave me near skinless,
A bucket of bones!
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Perennial Psalms
Farming long a ruddy heart
to harvest His pleasing Psalms,
in return a strong kingdom,
to rule a rough, stiff necked people,
some treasuring gold calves to Alms,
the Highest of the Most High,
kept Covenant with His people,
nurturing the Blossoms drawn,
returning Fair Scents to all,
found his sweet Psalms unsung from steeples.
No Wrath came from burning skies,
for Divine Splendor condones
no want, no disappointment.
"I Am Who Am, and I shall
fresh, living Psalms raise from these stones."
By my side
through hardship and pain,
you are my
guardian
Angel, assigned the keys to
both my heart and soul.
A Godsend:
you watch over me
with love and
tenderness:
offering hope and comfort
in my times of need.
An Angel;
that gently guides me
to the truth,
patiently;
and never condones a lie
to gain my favor.
I have faith,
and need not pretend
to believe:
for the Lord
sent my guardian Angel;
to look after me.
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