You took this man from rags to riches..When you spent all
Heaven had to spare.' Your Sons blood bought me real redemption..Oh Father how you truly care.'
Now I'll no longer be that beg-gar.' You've made my golden
Dreams come true..' For He took my rags and gave back
Riches, now my destiny is up to you.'
My clothes may still be torn and tattered..Yet in my heart I
Hold the King.' Although my pockets may be empty..
His Love is all... That really matters.' Its ev-ry-thing!
Repeat on this stanza.'
He opened His arms on that cross though hurt sore.' He
Offered me treasure of life in great store.' He went through
Grim death
And kicked in hells dark doors' Now I'll hold Him and
Kiss Him.' And keep Him for mine evermore.!!
You took this man from rags to riches, you spent all heaven
Had to spare.' Your Sons Love bought me real redemption
Oh Father how you truly care.'
Now I'm forever not that beg-gar..You've made my golden
Dreams come true.' For He took my rags; and gave back riches, now my destiny is up to You..) End..'
Written: May 26, 2025, For contest By Brian Strand
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Fred-dy Free-ble cannot sing
He has a wife and a pet
They need al-most ev-ry-thing
He has hid-den grow-ing debt
Fred-dy Free-bird wears a smile
ev-er since his sail-boat came
to a trop-i-cal i - sle
and he changed his sil-ly name
A fill up with gas can cause pain
And cramps up our style as we strain
For cures less dismal
Like Pepto Bismol
Or a car with EV drive train
In this age of post-civility
not to mention post-amiability
I find most posts I read
full of hostility...
It's the era of post-biology
as well as post-ideology
'TBD Birth Certificates'
without apology...
In this, the dawn of pre-disintegration
along with burgeoning segregation
The most-maligned phrase in our nation
'merit-based evaluation' ...
So, into my bunker I prepare to hunker
and since I'm no spelunker
'A Century of Automotive Progress' I write -
from gas-powered clunkers
~ to EV junkers
All can talk about love
Ev-ery-one has love
no love the same
rock,
tree,
cloud,
Sea,
vegetable field,
like moss,
My friend, Henry Woz
sitting in a creaky chair
On a desk stained with ink stains
to write poetry
thoughts, landscapes, and
Take out the past days from the drawer
To the girl who has no way to meet
After writing her a letter
With saliva left over from the first kiss
Like when put a stamp on an envelope,
love doesn't shine in the dark
love does not long for the light
love is rolling with the dark
Until the darkness has nowhere
to go.
designed to impress
most would test
the authentic objective
of the designer
cladding, binnacle, bezel
family oriented
La moite en quantite' o'
en valeur.
Cabine multiplace et couchette.
myth of dual springs and
dual rear shocks
beyond the myth.
A state of the art leaf springed
rig.
researching the need
to create a new class of
commercail vechiles.
getting people interested in
the new way. a semi truck
an electric ev semi
weighing between
6,010 and 10,600
haul that load
.under 20,000 pounds
trailer puller
horsetrailer
dump trailer
gooseneck
and ball hitch
look professional
doing
those chores man.
the Aland Brand
C Class
Aland Rig!
The solar farms, ugly and large
And props for the wind-induced snarge
It’s green they’re extolling
But blackouts are rolling
And, best of all, no EV charge.
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snarge - noun: (military, slang) The remains of a bird after it has collided with an airplane (bird strike), especially a turbine engine.
More than the lips that meet-
Deliberately smooth…
Deliciously soothing…
Sensually sliding…
Heaven sent,
As a royal-purple purse,
Its treasures freeze frame-
All troubles paid off,
And we learn and we learn
The lessons of love
Over decades of marital bliss,
Obtained not through perfection
But in the bruising of roses,
Petals that color our lips
That lovely shade
Of me and you,
Forever-after, true…
For-ev-er-y day
is Valentine’s Day, Darling!
Kim Rodrigues (c) 2022
The oblong Oak crown sways atop its handle
In the night breeze
Like a spoon stirring its sugar and cream
Patiently
Into the tea of outer space
While underneath
An evening party of old college chums
Slop old time Miller Lite from red Solo cups
Humming along to Tears For Fears
Ev Ree Bod E Wants to Rule the World
How have you been?
Did it all turn out like you thought it might be?
Chit chat shedding like husks of furry Oak seeds
Clumped to the grass
Under our heels
My little daughter sits at the kid table
Legs crossed
All alone
The adults in summer skirts and polo shirts
Drifting about her perfect etiquette
Poor life being
What have I done?
She waits for her turn to take a sip
Of permission
For someone to say her name
Say Go and begin
Her blue eyes looking up
Searching the conversations of that starry black sky
She is not mine
This is what I should sit down and say to her
You are not mine
The thing I wish my folks had told me
At her age
You are tree caressing universe
Sprinkling Earth with a million butterflies
And quenching your thirst from the cup of God.
Never mind us.
addICT - computer nerd with obsessive will
convICT – cybercriminal with pockets to fill
contradICTion - system error likely a fatal fault
afflICTion - computer bug everything grinds to a halt
evICT - delete files not required
verdICT – output results so desired
restrICTion – cybersecurity all under lock and key
benedICTion - data protection means privacy for you and me
derelICT - system obsolescence the queue to scrap
vICTory - successful implementation the progress map
fICTion - virtual reality is all around
dICTate - speech recognition translates sound
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2021 March 21 *1st Place*
List With A Twist
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Delicious kisses in the drizzle as I stand
Under an umbrella with my dear. Oh, to devour
Luscious honeyed lips on this misty twilight eve!
Chocolate eyes gaze into mine. His scent, for me, is ambrosia.
Ecstasy envelops me. I melt like ice cream.
To our house we hasten for our thrilling final nibbles.
May 31, 2020
for Joseph May's Double Double Words To Bubble Poetry Contest
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In the ring of life I stand
with the bull called Time and me
Anxious crowd anticipates
of just what end they see
Alone I stand with cape and spear
And in-ev-i-ta-bil-ity
Time enraged with froth and stamp
Has set its eyes on me
It comes at me with all its might
I let my cape swing free
Angry Time again slips by
Its aim was meant for me
The crowd-the bull-the matador
Time will only see
In the end the fight will cease
And one will be set free
David Kettler
12/19/ 2019
This All Could Be
AtTractions of the urban surfer,
ExHibits at the shored enclaves,
AbIde the faithful their sole journey,
BaSking rays of summer's retreat,
CoAstal clutter of crowds roll on,
CeLebrities of the day made true,
LuLled breaks in surf even the tide,
NeCks swivels as eyes scouts the beach,
GoOd times are roaring inland,
MoUnting waves indulges the brave,
DeLving surfs stirs the underwater sands,
DaD's and mom's diligently relaxed a tad,
InBounds revitalize the distracted weary,
EvE set in submission of the day's exchange.
2019 September 04
*3rd Place*
Pick A Title, Vol 8 - Acrostic
~~Edward Ibeh
3. This All Could Be
HOLD ME FATHER GOD
Hold me
Ever so closely
Lord, Father God
Hold me
Tight in your arms
Hold me
Ever so tightly
And don’t ev-ver… let me GO!
Kiss me
Father, ever so sweetly
Secrete in me your Holy Spirit
Allow in me to prosper and grow in space
Grant me Lord God your amazing grace
Surround me
With your eternal treasures
Allow in me to grow beyond measure
Hold me
Ever so closely Lord God
Hold me
Tight in your arms
Hold me
Ever so tightly
And don’t ev-ver… let me GO!
11/06/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
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