It is ongiing..Its in the spiritual places, its
On the living of a viable life, its on your freedom.? Its on your thought pattern, on
Your movement, its always been so' yet now its more visible, all is being revealed.'
Leading to a push to cut back regular
access, the Bible once was under lock and key, its always been like this, information control by some.? Do we
Wish to enlist? And fight our indivudual self.' Also do we recognise the scenery.?
Mamma cat
looked in the mirror…
I warned her: cut back
on treats or soon you
will no longer fit into
your fur! She licked
her lips, then began to
purr – shook her hips,
all four; legs supported firmly
atop each chubby paw – I sensed by
her feline attitude, that Friskies
were her beatitude --
Tail pointed toward the door,
Took I haste to the store.
You can do this, just cut back your intake, it is not difficult at all
Says the socialist government, most of whom are as wide as they are tall.
If you put your heating thermometer back to forty-six degrees
You will see that paying that bill will be almost a breeze.
Wearing three sets of flannels and four pair of socks on your toes
Will help you survive this deficit, as most of our own elders know.
As for eating, you just need to drink eighty-three bottles of water a day.
You will be so full, your tummy will not need any food, in the U.K.
Pension credits could not continue; we needed our raises this year.
We will be eating elaborate feasts and giving you a toast and a cheer.
We can send you the brochure we paid eighty thousand to make.
Telling you to be more of a giver and stop wanting to be on the take.
May hosting to pour
the tea out
as your Father pours into you
His love Heart- Fellowship
Tea with our Father
may you be the hosting to pour the tea out
as your Father pours into you and for the teapot
to be left on the table in HIS favor
with Elohim facing you who poured into you
may you dedicate your vessel and in feeling
until the Lord our God the prosper manner to drink tea
is to raise the teacup representing yourself
leaving your vessel on the table
at the place to cut back on the saucer
between our Father's He shares with you
life a Kiss of Life and Love with HIS lips
....... fellowship
9/29/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
My mind is open
It has to be
Yet find myself tangled
In a tree
The wind
It wrestles
The safety line
As I hang with the birds
A silent wind chime
The breeze of emotion
Blows this way and that
The sun on my skin..
Then the rain caveat
My silky voice trembles
I just shouldn't be here
"The fates have designed you
This landing place, dear"
The view is amazing
Every moment you fall
Yet get trapped in the elements
Every hail-storm and squall
When the branches entangle
They can claw and then tear
So come back to enfold me
Crease me neatly with care
I just want to return
To that whistling door
The propellor is cut back
And we step-out once more
For this view is amazing
But is there to be shared
I'm designed to be open
Not land-locked, ensnared
Yes our minds can be unfurled
It's the best we can be
The leap from the sky
What it takes to feel free
Praying to a god I hope to see
Trusting there is a pot of gold in the end
Opening paths for others to continue the trek
Stacks of bodies at crossroads
Eerie smiles, happy to have cut back a shrub
Sweat drenches my back as I walk paths barely carved
Looking into the forest where treasures may gleam
Where the only way to see the path is walk
And see how others have walked before
And where
Many years ago, before realizing the power and value of pruning,
I watched in utter dismay as my neighbor cut back the limbs on
his front yard trees. I thought to myself, "Surely, they will die".
Fast forward a few decades. My bride pruned the rose bushes, and
I cut back the Crape Myrtles. I started in January, and we are
almost done with the pruning.
As frequently is the case, natural pruning has left me with a question.
Who shall prune and cut back on me in 2023? That is the question. Shall
I not yield to the saw and cutters as did the rose bushes and trees?
Nature's beauties never once resisted, nor did they insist that I cease
because I was taking something away or hurting them. I rather think that
they longed for my loving attention and care, as they and I anticipated
the beauty of new life bursting through their veins this coming Spring.
May The Lord extend his Grace to us as we are pruned by Him.
020923PS
The Borg have nothing on the bees;
they act as a collective mind.
Instead of dominating worlds,
They leave a better place behind.
A bee’s life, rather short and hard
unless it happens you’re the Queen.
Twenty-five hundred eggs a day
leaves little time to primp and preen.
The gals do all the work, of course;
the morning route is fifty flowers.
Two hundred beats produce that buzz.
They travel fifteen miles per hour.
Collectively, when added up,
a hive will travel pretty far:
A spin or two around the world
to make a single honey jar.
They’re really not the violent sort;
a gal who stings thereafter dies.
A different type of stinger’s found
among the drone sex worker guys.
Their honey is the only food
you’d need to keep yourself alive.
So cut back on the chemicals
and make a world where they can thrive.
Blessed is this honey bee;
her labor gives us all our fruit.
No other living thing their prey;
oh, that we’d learn to follow suit!
—————
for the Bee Creative Poetry Contest
sponsored by Matt Caliri
written on 05/28/2022
Two weeks since I began
back on the first of Jan,
my aim, better diet, lose weight,
one more birthday passed
hopefully not my last
so I'm changing before it is too late.
My input of dairy
was really quite scary,
demolishing cheese by the wedge,
my waist getting wider
from real ales and cider,
so time to cut back, eat more veg.
Eating more carbohydrates
cutting back on the phosphates,
ramp up vitamins B6 and B12,
If they've got Niacin and Thiamin
you can bet that I'll buy 'em in,
supplements slowly filling the shelves.
Pantry looks like a garden
as my resolve hardens,
more greens than I've eaten before,
Spinach, Broccoli, Legumes
are now taking up room
from the top shelf right down to the floor.
I'm into week three
for a healthy new me,
there's a few more tweaks I haven't done,
But I think, honestly
I prefer the old me-
this one isn't having much fun.
I cut back my fig tree last month and my daughter just cut hers.
The drains- one comes out over the property line (lot between our
houses) about mid lot with a pop up on the downslope.
Can't remember the others but they have green pop up outlets,
flush with the ground, that occasionally needed cleaned out.
Does he know about the asparagus patch. They should
be up soon.
On Tue, Mar 23, 2021, 6:01 PM james horn
wrote:
Did you ever cut back your fig trees.
New owner has and really trimmed them back.
THEY MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH CHELSEA
Color blue...
Dan Petrescu...
Capi Dennis Wise,
UEFA the biggest price,
Celestine Babayaro,
Still remember him like tomorrow.
Zola definitely lure me
As honey attracts the bee.
Y'all remember Tore Andre Flo?
Our football was a masterful flow...
Then comes a flash from flanks,
Robben does the wing robbery with silky pranks,
The Duffer those it from the left flank,
Damien Duff dust-off defenders off the rank.
Witness the power of thunderbolt Hasselbaink:
Jimmy the Floyd playing the dummy
then ball rolls out like a mummy,
Straight to Bolo Zenden for a cut back
through the acute angel of the pitch arc
to the rocketed-feets of Lampard into the net.
Now, watch the replay; the spectacule is set.
Never underestimate the blue army clan,
These heroes & more made me a lifelong fan.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 7th January, 2020.
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Our Privacy Hedge
By Miracle Man
July 31, 2020
Years past due was our Privet Hedge’s trim,
once long ago this hedge always looked prim.
Severe pruning has made survival look slim,
But rain is bringing revival to each bare stem.
This hedge grows at the back of our place,
when I decided to give this area a fresh face.
Something that might become a showcase,
now, perhaps with a fence, I’ll have to replace.
For years it had grown and was 12 foot high,
why it was neglected, I can’t remember why.
Because of my decision to cut back in July,
if this hedge should perish, I’ll be the bad guy.
While there may be less maintenance in a ceder fence,
Mocking Birds don’t build nests on cedar fences.
Tom
Aggrieved and incensed a lot
I thundered some dull abuse
Que sera sera said a passing sot
Act Betimes or else, there’s no use!
Some possess the wit to cut
At anyone who stands in their way
Sometimes a Parthian shot
At times words to disarray
But many of us cannot find
The words to appease our souls
Someone’s words blow us blind
With rage and we drop our goals
Only after the moment does pass
And moaning Alas, we just toss and turn
Do we think of the way and pass
That make us less with ire burn
Yet does it all matter that much
To riposte an insult and cut back?
Off a firm tree, cut a tiny notch
Is that a massive deadly attack?
CUT BACK ON "EDUCATION IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA"
AND AMERICA WILL BE,AN UNEDUCATED NATION,AND THOSE WHO CUT BACK ON "EDUCATION,ARE BRINGING DOWN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ,DEMOCRACY,AND MAY BE TRYING TO "CREATE "A COMMUNIST NATION"? THOSE WHO TRY TO CREATE A COMMUNIST NATION IN A SOCIETY THAT IS "DEMOCRATIC" IS "THE ENEMY OF DEMOCRACY" AND "MUST BE REMOVED FROM "POLITICAL OFFICE" IN A DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY!!!!! DEMOCRACY CAN BUY IT!!! WHAT POLITICAL PARTY WILL NOT FUND EDUCATION FOR AMERICAN CHILDREN WHO ARE OUR FUTURE? WILL THAT POLITICAL PARTY BE "ELIMINATED" FROM "AMERICAN DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY"???YES IT WILL!!!!! THIS IS RACISM OF THE "MENTALLY ILL"!!!!!
She felt glory of God and blessed in her shaking of the oak trees today. They danced at her bidding, and she was validated. I am the wind! She yelled, as she held out her hands and showed her truth. Showing them her full power, full tilt. She had never felt more powerful. She must have been traveling at seventy or eighty miles an hour. She lifted one sapling from its roots. Oops. Did not mean to do that. Cut back her power just a bit. I am the wind! She roared. The grasses bowed to her and the trees shook.
powerful mother
the trees quake in her presence
omnificent wind
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