Be not drawn in other directions be not' for such' or other cause
Or any external wars.' Make fixing your country the ultimate
Chore..Call out corruption.' And examine your laws return
To God give Him trust, He will guard the shires and
Your soverign shores.'
When the wind chimes high
when the wind chimes low
through the links
in his kilt he'll go
all the lassies say hello
Donald where's your troosers?
A slimy heel slippery eel
tho' no feared he'd take the fall(s)
he lost his breeks on the course
where caddies dropped (all) his ball(s)
With apologies to Andy Stewart (1933 – 1993)
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After Pink Clouds
The pink clouds soon fade away,
Soberness I now regain,
Soul`s pains I do feel again,
Still I slip straight on the bed;
With dawn, I rise with some stress,
But life follows on its course
As rivers flow to the sea.
AI epoch is upon us,
White collars, re-fix your focus,
Take, if ye can, a clue,
Time ticks from White to Blue,
Do something, not to miss the bus.
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Limerick |10.07.2025| change, education, technology
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From dust to man,
There was a bringing forth.
The earth in its wake was void of humanity;
Man was the last of creation,
At the close of its duration.
Made in the image of God,
He was given the staff and rod,
To rule and have dominion.
He was granted a seat,
With all other creations subject to him.
The soil provided bountifully;
Man didn’t need to sow to reap.
He was the lord of the earth,
His authority was his crown,
Eden was his heavenly town.
Then came a fall and a curse;
Man chose his course.
He fashioned his gods,
Sought to unravel mysteries,
Sinking deeper into the unknown.
There was a price to pay to take away the flaming swords;
There was a sacrifice to lift the veil.
The Immortal took on mortality to pay the price,
Yet man is still in search of perpetual light,
In a world that remains a haven of mysterious night.
June 23, 2025.
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"There's a river meandering through the mind"
It flows like a torrent, so often I find
My thoughts when they bank up, and reach breaking point
A deep breath is needed before all is spoilt.
This rescue plan calms me, the word flow I stop
My lifebuoy surrounds me so I stay on top.
The river will then flow, while keeping on course
Allowing me freedom to locate its source.
When found, I will row down just taking my time
Meander at leisure this river of mine.
Take in the scenery, enjoying the view
When I take control of my thoughts that come through.
Of course I do
You know it's true
I'm trying hard
To not tell you
Every time
In every rhyme
The effort's been
An uphill climb
I like to write
Most every night
Sometimes until
Dawns first light
My thoughts abloom
To edit, groom
Until they're ready
To consume
Small bouquets
Of poem sprays
Scented words
To start your days
I hope you find
A different kind
Of poem here
I love your mind
I would pack my dogs into the car
It might take ten minutes to get the puppy in
He is stronger than both of us
And he despises the car
If there is extra time I would take a few canvases,
A twenty-four pack of acrylic paints, ten paint brushes,
Three or four bowls – to feed the dogs and to wash out the brushes
I would also take cozy blankets and pillows
Our dogs like to be comfortable
A fifty-pound bag of dog food would go up front
My purse, my husband’s wallet, and a can of pork and beans.
The kind with a pop tab; I love beans.
Staying The Course
Miracle Man
8/28/2024
We oft endure some days,
under a cloudy cloaked sky.
Sometimes we may go so far,
perhaps questioning, God why.
But nothing ever happens,
in life without a reason.
It may make more sense,
to us in God’s due season.
Sometimes things will happen,
and God always knows best.
Things we can’t understand,
perhaps give our faith a test.
Sometimes things will happen,
to wake us from our sleep.
Our witness is found lacking,
we’re not tending His sheep.
Our life is the best sermon,
that any of us can preach.
We each know someone also,
that only we might reach.
On a plane flying to Vancouver,
An odd lady said that I knew her,
I was just flabbergast,
After years now at last,
My wife of forty is much cruder.
To those for whom the love of life
has run a river’s course
And carried far away, the joy
I say, you have a choice
To live your life in gratitude
for having lived at all
So wondrous in its lovely gift
however big or small
Remember as you seem to see
or feel it slip away
That river’s run back to the sea
to live again one day
My Own Undoing
Coursing through an unknown milky way ???. Well, that's my fate. Were we not born to succeed?
This and many more should be answered, blatantly, if not unequivocally.
I am me, and you, should be you.
How far do we go to establish a point of un-duress? We should be cunning, as well as kind with our "Knowing" (Knowledge).
So let's be fortunate in radically Undoing our own
Thank you.
By Asangalisah Akantere Isaiah
Life's course
It weaves and wines
and where you end up
is up to you
Mitzy who retired the same day as me said
“One of my parents gave me two hundred dollars.”
“Great!” I replied
“Another gave me a hundred.”
This makes sense. She is a really terrific second grade teacher.
“And then, of course, we got the two hundred dollars from the PTA.”
I am sure she would not have mentioned this
if
she
had
known
that
we
was
only
she.
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