First posted 8/7/17
When memories hang like luminous fireflies
and days are another red thread on the horizon
when hope is no more than a wish held in the heart's reminder
To what end do you haunt me so?
Is it a desire to once again feel my heart endlessly float
from passion's yearning
caused by your kiss or the warmth of your hands
as they held tight in conformation
Yes, I've kept your memory close
a jeweled reflection
like a passing star leaving a fiery tail
etched in the night sky
disappearing in the darkness like a silent wish
and a sense of awe
February 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 1-4
Key Verse – Leviticus 1:17… It is a burnt sacrifice, an offering made by fire, of a sweet savour unto the LORD.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO INVITES US
TO OFFER A SWEET SAVOUR UNTO HIM
Praise be to God for inviting us to offer
a sweet savour unto Him with:
Willing sacrifice
Worshipful spirit
Worthy surrender
Whole submission
Wondrous satisfaction
Leviticus 2:2 Praise be to the Lord for enabling us
to give Him offering that signifies:
Oblation of holiness
Oath of honour
Obligation of helpfulness
Obedience of honesty
Opportunity of helping
Leviticus 3:12 Praise be to the Saviour
Who wants us to offer:
Unblemished gift
Undefiled generosity
Unselfish gentleness
Undeterred goals
Untainted good works
Leviticus 4:31 Praise be to the Almighty Who forgives us
as we offer ourselves along:
Confession midst His compassion
Consecration for Christian conduct
Commitment toward His commission
Conformation toward Christlikeness
Contentment, devoid of covetousness. Amen!
February 1, 2024
Paws on the Avenue
Every afternoon ‘bout half past four
Paddy and I go out the door
No straying from our daily ritual.
Paws on Fido Avenue
Happy tails of sloppy kisses unmuzzled
Parade of canines – every kind “bone-i-fied.”
A purebred mutt strut cavalcade
Fashion parade of single coats
Long hairs march in pants
Yaps and barks and woofs
Howling hounds the moon
Canine panoply unleashed
Treats at every yard
Toys at every door
Red hydrants for pee-mail.
Delight rolls over
For belly rubs and tummy scratches
A loving pat upon the head.
No stray warm beds on winter nights
No puppies sleeping in the rain
No litter left abandoned scattered by the winds!
This march of conformation
Moves by happy gaits
Where even cats are welcomed in humane harmony.
Every afternoon ‘bout half past four
Paddy and I go out the door
For this our fantasy walk on Fido Avenue.
9-18-21
Contest: Avenue
Sponsor: Julia Ward
An expanded infinity
there is in a clod of earth...
An unrevealed but conscious sky
in the sweet smile of a flower...
A whole universe of love,
in the palm of a friendly hand...
And for those who notice,
a total harmony in one
fraternal hug,
flawless conformation
given freely both
of the maximum
and from minor.. !
Maybe you thought of bluebells
Proudly displayed in a little hand
Maybe you thought of a pocket watch
Given as a gift upon conformation
Maybe you thought of an alarm clock
Bought when you moved out
Maybe you thought of a sister clock
A sister clock; straight from the box
Maybe you thought of a childrens watch
A watch with a name; given
Maybe you thought of a wrist watch
The watch you have looked at; for so long
Maybe you thought of a watch; in a value bag
Returned to next of kind
I heard the church bells toll
They called out as a reminder
There will be sorrow
There will be joy
Magic is a pretty cat,
Of undetermined breed;
Though her conformation says,
She could be part Siamese;
But she is black as black can be,
With luminous green eyes,
Dainty as a butterfly,
Diminutive in size.
She has a tiny little meow,
Musical it seems,
Sometimes she murmurs in her sleep,
Having kitty dreams.
She's really quite affectionate,
And very, very smart.
It isn't hard to see how quick,
She stole away my heart.
We work this way,
so complicated that
when we succeeded
what we achieve,
we feel full of emptiness ...
Discouraged, even unhappy.
One thinker said that
when God answers
our requests is because
is helping us to learn that
the conformation is superior
to obtaining the desire ...
You don't have to wonder
or think that its strange
Fore time will continue to move
so the seasons must change
First the of the nights
then the change of the leaves
'Till we're caught in the life
from the webs that we weave
Not being a man who will fuss
we tend to let things roll
Until we get stuck in a spiral
& things are out of control
It's really undescribable
how it all happened so fast
Watching all of my dreams
become a thing of the past
It began by attacking my joy
slowly dimming my light
'Till it had stolen my resolve
& the will left to fight
Having lost so completely
thinking I must be to blame
I was ready to cash in my chips
& check out of the game
Then you crossed my path
& took hold of my heart
Putting an end to the misery
So " true lovin" could start
Now where this road leads
there's no way to tell
But, I know you are my salvation
that saved me from hell
And the amazing way you love me
that's just conformation
That I finally get my shot
toward the dream I've been chasin
Inspiration found in accord is conveyed through imagination.
Since creation civilization has adhered to things of originality.
The manifestation of fascination can be adapted by simulation,
and through dedication and motivation we find ingenuity.
When we carry a sensation of elation from awakening fantasy,
we can create an innovation leading to a different interpretation.
To each generation pass down visions of phenomenal novelty
so that there’s a declaration of talent found in creative conformation.
Creative Conformity Contest
John Lawless
November 2, 2018
The dark may provide some comfort
Tragically it can feel safe and well known
Because beneath the gloomy clouds of ignorance and fear
We’re convinced, there’s really no need to truly know
Certitudes majestically flourish
Illusions manifest and begin to take hold
The seeking conformation of our cherished beliefs
Exposes the credulity of our souls
We continue to worship false idols
All the while, vociferously proclaiming truth
In this delusional world of arrogance and biases
Opinions are valid without proof
When our fictitious world is more significant
Than the truth that’s factual and real
Our journey in life becomes sadly contingent
On the way our feelings make us feel
I hope the dark can provides us comfort
Perhaps it allows us to sleep well deep into the night
But as we draw near to the end of our journey
I hope our emotional desires don’t fade to fright
When memories fade, like luminous fireflies
and days become another red thread,
on horizons
When hope is nothing more than a wish,
held in the heart as a reminder,
when love was you
and I was a warm shadow to its light
To what end, do you haunt me so?
Is it desire?
To once again feel my feet endlessly float
Is it passion's yearning?
Caused by your mouth's kisses
Is it warmth from your hands?
As they held tight in conformation
Yes, I've kept your memory close
A jeweled reflection,
of a passing star, leaving a fiery trail
through the night sky,
disappearing into the darkness
Leaving only a silent wish
and a sense of awe
8/7/17
Obligation can promote inspiration.
If we don’t allow negative concentration to,
Stand in the way of our reputation.
We need to do more than just be a litigation.
To get out of our intoxication, which
hinders our motivation.
Please seek reformation to continue.
People said that segregation was the answer,
to help with education.
And no hesitation.
Don’t look to the exploration.
nor the expectation.
You get no standing ovulation,
because of your vocation.
So look to the LORD
He’s already given us his invitation,
not more confrontation.
Just a loving father waiting for our
Conformation.
A welcome
Hearing your unbelievable bluff
Always I confirmed not to follow you
In the name of helping hand
You tortured me demanding a salt.
Knowing your same intuition always
I tried to stay away from you
Circumstances in mind produced your
Attachment with my pure
A class of natural trend of life realising then
I strived and found you did not harm any more
I myself was indulged in your frame
Not being able to come out from you looking glass
One day two day continuously passed
Leaving a stamp of addicting on your path
Simply consequence of it broadened then
You only were my lasting sat
Conformation escalated and met goal of life
A habit of being with you
Developed me losing my chat
Then your bluff turned in me a path
You entered in my heart and lived
Now you are not with me love but
My remembrance salutes you day and night
Always in the morning welcomes that.
Red, Blue, And Yellow
Palette of pigments
Oil blenders evolvements
To manipulate, soften,
Conformation, on a canvas I have fashion
With brushes, a medium I can discipline
An attitude I can get lost in
A dream land of fairyland or reality of my choosing
Is drawing my heart strings
By: Eve Roper 1/20/2015
Autumn is not technically here
But it has arrived nonetheless
With brown crisp maple leaves and their
Imagined conspicuousness.
Each with its own conformation:
Some taking forms of tortoises
As they swirled downward in the sun;
Others twirled like ballerinas
In a sleeping beauty ballet.
Most fell unassumingly down
Nevertheless, quite a display
For a mere poet on the ground
This Monday morning unrehearsed
Depicted in a poets verse.
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