What kind of pet did Harry bring home?
Not from Alaska, Italy, Corinth or Rome
Massie and mastadonic, my mama said.
But aren’t all wooly mammoths kind of dead?
Hi-Choo
Early spring in Corinth and I’m bathing in a pollen shower as fuzzy green seedlings are whisked here and there in the blustery March breeze, I sneeze!!
Remnants of last night’s thunderstorm cruse across the pale blue canvas of the afternoon sky as pine cones fluttering in the breeze make me sneeze, I sneeze, I I I I sneeze!!
Even the old crape Myrtle, pronounced deceased years ago, is budding and basking in the evening glow, her babies preparing to become leaves, and I sneeze sneeze sneeze , I sneeze, I sneeze
As you can see
Pollen damn near
Got the best of me
But let me catch
my breath
and finish my soliloquy
Old Magnolia, washed in Nature’s seasonal offering, regain their forest green state, after a brief bloom, branches swaying with ease and I sneeze sneeze sneeze I sneeze I I sneeze I sneeze
Wew!! Hi Choo!!
Sisyphus, king of Corinth, challenged the monopoly.
Of gods over the heavens, salvation, and life endless
Deciding to teach him a lesson perpetually
Gods imposed upon him a punishment that seemed senseless.
Sisyphus had to roll a rock from the foot of a hill.
To the top of the same, and then drop it to the bottom.
He had to, then, roll it again and repeat the task till
Life sticks to his physique and psyche to the least quantum
Sisyphus did not resist but performed it, the myth says.
He found fulfilment and even enjoyed this tireless toil.
The gods, as they failed after testing him in all the ways
Retreated, as hibernating snakes within themselves coil
Character, confidence, vision, and mission bring laurels.
Doesn't the myth of Sisyphus grant us many more morals?
Louis Corinth a painter man
was an ambitious & gifted Prussian
Every birthday o me o my
he made a 'selfie' each July
Lovis Corinth selfportrayed each birthday
why he did this no one could say
Until he made Charlotte Berend his wife
his art* brightened as she influenced his life
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/lovis-corinth/all-works#!#filterName:all-paintings-chronologically,resultType:masonry
immersed,
alive to God
this gift by Him,
eternal life:
to trust&
walk in the Spirit
free
from the law
of death and sin:
sanctified
at liberty
within
the riches
of His grace:
working through love
a promise
of life
at peace
saved
and raised:
to sit
together
in a heavenly place:
with every spiritual blessing
then
to
fall asleep
in Him
the Christ
this truth in this poem inspired by scriptures in the letters of Paul to Romans/Corinth/Galatia/Phillipi/Ephesus/ and Timothy
The truth lies between the pages
Within the relationship the reader journeys through
The thoughts that silence and call you
Truthful relationships with all we go through
Bleeding for me
Bleeding for you
Hearts that become two
Brew it up and make a stew
Piece it together, dancing duaL
Trial and error we all walk through
But not without hope
Within Jesus Salvation is due..
A gift given for free
For those that believe and seek the truth
Man cannot rule.man
So let your father step through
Those commandments became apart of me..
And you
2 Corinth 5:21
What's before 123?
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Holy
See through the unseen..for that is the mystery
Earlier in the day, dipped
into a little Thucydides,
and revived my memories of
Corinth and Corcyra.
Alliances and duplicity,
trophies taken and lost,
innocents slaughtered handily,
for revenge,
and thoughts of Syria
and Fallujah came to mind.
Things in THAT part of the world
don't seem to ever change.
Watched a piece on road rage,
recently,
about tailgating and cut-offs,
and stop sign stand-offs,
families killed in cross walks,
bicyclists crushed and
carnage sometimes for miles.
Ending with a well spoken
man in prison orange
who said he could do
nothing else, but
accept a single digit challenge.
Whose only regret was
that he had.
been there,
at the time.
I thought to analyze this basic stuff
that is existence...taking love apart,
identifying every alias
that I could name.
There was compassion and humility;
there was romance in all its ages,
and upon its fringes lurked desire.
But that must now be cast aside as faithless,
though there was compulsion deep within--
that may not be denied.
My vanity in such an exercise
was clear enough, although there was a man
named Paul who wrote a letter to his friends
in Corinth--could as well have stopped it
just as greatness loomed
to crown his song about a word,
for with unconscious eloquence
he crowned himself with need of nothing more.
Old Paul knew how to say unlovely things
and seldom held his tongue,
but in this thirteenth chapter there emerged
the poet's saint, a mortal's dawning of
creation's mortar--quintessential truth.
In those post-lightning years he was no less
irascible, but bore within himself
an overflowing heart sustained by that
one ineluctable constraint
that holds us all together in a spirit sea.
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His Corinth Congregation
Gave Paul much aggravation
Led to salvation
" No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is
faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. -i Corinth .10:13
I have a question:
What if you do not want that temptation to go away?
What if that temptation is you?
When I see you,
I am tempted to let my hurt feelings from the past go.
When I speak to you,
I am tempted to laugh and express my intimate thoughts to you.
When I think of you,
I am tempted to bask in the sweet memories
that we have spent together.
When I hear your name,
I am tempted to smile and tingle all over.
When I see the light of God that radiates from you,
I am tempted to let my light also shine.
Sometimes when I lay in bed at night,
I am tempted to pray to God and ask him to protect and bless you.
When I think about how you treat me,
I am tempted to bless someone else
I guess what I am trying to say is that,
You make me tempted to love...
tourist, because of
the sacred bay
of corinth
is charged
with aluminum;
at the crossroads,
almost visible
oedipus waits
Have an offering ready
and a sacrafice
you may ask
one question
be spacific
the answer has always
been the same
look for it
among the broken stones
under your sandal
or in the unbroken light
of the mediterranes sky
and remember this:
virgins were said
to be unreliable
so they chose a priestess
a woman of certain age
by the moon
your flesh is the color
you are at that age now.