To turn water into wine,
Treat it like it's Divine,
The finest thing around,
Find a copper ground,
Fine tune it with sound,
It's found in everything alive,
Striving for survival,
Surviving until our arrival,
A rival to the environment,
Hell bent on succeeding,
Needing more and more,
Scorching the forest floor,
To pour concrete in the sore,
Building store after store,
Exploring the inner core,
For a place to store garbage,
Barges dumping trash at sea,
You can't see the damage,
You're trying to manage the bills,
Taking pills to feel better,
Better get your stuff together,
The weather can change in an instant,
Those strange instances,
Were never a coincidence,
Convinced you can't change it,
You re arrange your perspective,
But water is reflective of us,
Trust your intuition,
Ask as if it listens,
Glistening in your glass,
Passing on information,
A Divine integration,
Bringing a sensation,
That tingles down your spine,
Aligned with Divine intention,
Water will make you feel fine,
Like drinking a glass of wine.
She's sleek, elegance style her strive every
creation her beauty turn heads
Don't matter, big or small; love knows no
boundaries of sophisticated curves
She's hardcore independent dying be pamper
Cosmetic work of art in fine tune
Skin dripping heat of passion to love
Touch her nails gash sensation urge
To touch her soul, feel for want desires
cries freedom while looking for peace
Heart, pounding thirst she thrives quenching
She's lost, always searching her existence
Beauty of grace, extravaganza to existing
Why her soul weep lonely behind the grin
missing arms of tender love
The woman, creation to life and man but
to herself the image in the mirror
Down deep, fury awaits scorn mischief hidden
Beware, bite can be vicious or love like friend
With children, she do LOFT the lawn SOFT
Please the BOYS and girls of different JOYS
No wonder it's not HARDEN to care her GARDEN
Let us BLEND with good time FRIEND
Her DAY has come; each should have a SAY
Sing a new SONG, I guess it won't be LONG
But now.......
She sits in SHADE, happy and not AFRAID
Of the MOON waving the day bye SOON
Yet gives gbòsà in THREE to all under the TREE
You all make your HI silent supposed SIGH
What if you don't SHOW UP, think of such BACKUP
Sing a new SONG, I guess it won't be LONG
And so.........
She HOOK up, make new friends with her COOK
Definitely STRONG and YOUNG with people
Unimaginable WEAK trying to SEEK for whom
But hers is not of SUCH rather an awesome TOUCH
Created some NEW memories of TRUE label
Sing a new SONG, I guess it won't be LONG
Well............
I wrote these LYRICS but couldn't sing in PHONICS
Though I dey GALLANT for whoever got such TALENT
To help me fine-tune IT and make out a HIT
Out of THIS and his own inclusion at EASE
Saying HAPPY birthday in style so SNAPPY
Sing a new SONG, I guess it won't be LONG
I am feeling tired at the moment
And I think that I am having
The Winter blues
That doesn't want to go away
I keep yawning nonstop
And my brain is getting tired
Already
So I must put my brain to
Rest for today
So she can be back to work in
A fine tune tomorrow
Razor back clams
she put the veggie
oil and olive oil
together in a bowl
and put cayenne and
dried peppers in the oil
where she had
crushed 10 cloves of garlic
heating the oil to extract the flavors
she let it cook
for 6 minutes
cooling over night
for lunch the next
day she would be entertaining
more than 55 people
for rehearsal
of the orchestra
razor clams
and nutria
and lsenga
would be the stars of
the table
chef Monday would
cook to the delight of these people
who needed to fine tune
there act.
Stuffed Nutria
the hindparts stuffed with
crayfish and sausage
a dry Alsatian pinot blanc
to accompany the parmesan and
lemon and pine nut combo
that coupled with crayfish and sausage
I asked my wife what was the best way to
cook a Muskrat and I told
her done. I aint got nothing against the thang
I just wanna do it with people I will likely need there
opio and loyalty to me and I to them
like this opera player
due to there need to
focus and fine tune to be absolute professionals.
the Fox 41 has never lefted us abandoned.
Line of inquiry:
blessings from above
transformed lust to love
delusion to illumination
earth-heaven bilocation
When darkness consumes my lost mind,
I turn to blessings from the blind.
To escape ego's flame of lust,
tones of zen my soul yearns to find.
Before my heart fades into rust,
I turn to spirits I can trust.
Fake guides try to lead me astray,
but I burn their words into dust.
In my delusions, demons play,
begging for me to let them stay.
I close my eyes and seek the light.
Angels appear to show the way.
In serene peace my soul takes flight,
entranced, my mind now feels delight.
Spanning spheres of stars and the moon,
astral visions kindle so bright.
As my breaths begin to fine tune,
heart sparkles like twilight at noon.
Sacred sighs sway from the wreckage,
in rebirth, I leave this cocoon.
The birds revealed their latest song
entertained as I strolled along
their Ode to Joy has no notes wrong
still, they fine tune it all day long
Used to be a steady sound of static
Endlessly emitting from my heart
Couldn't find the right station
Honestly didn't know where to start
Itching to open a line of communication
Linking my mind with my body
Time to fine tune the frequency
Ready for a new wavelength to embody
Retooled, recalibrated, and rebooted
Signal now coming in crystal clear
Need to keep my finger on the pulse
To make sure distractions don't interfere
Now that I'm up and running
Let me lend some bandwidth to you
Make sure to attune your antenna
Let’s flip the channel to something new
We all share the same airwaves
Continuously connected through time and space
Try your best to transmit positive vibes
Broadcasting our rediscovered grace
God is the law over the nature of the Universe.
God's order of things is great and diverse.
God is timeless in his sense of being.
God is not of the temporal succession of existence in his laws of decreeing.
God's measurement of time is perfect in his creations.
God's force is in the fullness of divine interpretation.
God created a fine tune in physicists of energy and spiritual continuity.
God's amazing ingenuity.
God's creations are the reflection of his Glory.
The wonderment of his handiwork tells his story.
Jenna’s Saloon on Soup Creek
Tania, Deb, Kim, Constance, Belle
Darlene, Connie, Paula as well
Work for Jenna in her saloon
Waiting on tables in fine tune.
Singing as customers are served
All things abnormal are observed
The gals listen to what goes on
Reporting all to Mayor Tom.
The saloon’s a place to relax
Where the regulars meet and chat
With plenty to drink and to eat
A night at Jenna’s is a treat.
Sheriff Koplin, David the Ranger
They watch over any stranger
Who is maybe looking for loot
Or someone they may wish to shoot.
Onto trouble, sharp as a knife
Is gambler Milton, faster than light
Deputy sheriff Michael Tor
And Prospector Pete on his horse.
Of Blacksmith Rees rogues be aware
He's got ultra hot furnace where
They'll find themselves burnt if they dare
Bestow folk mischief or despair.
But hey ho when the day is done
Everyone is out to have fun
Laughter, singing, it’s never bleak
At Jenna’s saloon on Soup Creek.
*+*+*
1st September 2022
Everyone
wishes for
Good Health
Good health
is matrix of
own making
divine setting
Illness is just
not result of
bad diet
bad lifestyle
It's also about
Past karmas
Walk, Gym
Diet, Dumb bells
Yoga mats
Positive chats
help to build
immunity
But Health
is also part
of Destiny
Disease strikes
as a part of
your chosen way
to redeem
Past Karmas
Remember
it were you
who chose
the option of
enduring ill health
while you were
in astral form
before taking birth
If under weather
Don't crib
Don't curse
Acknowledge
Combat gracefully
Spot silver lining
Visualise
Past Karmas
getting dissolved
Illness has connect
with Body not Soul
Body suffers
Body withers
Focus on Soul
Body drops
Soul soars
That's Cosmic law
Understand
Fine tune with law
Thats real living
Else it's just existing
_____________________
©Dr Hitendra Mehta
I aim for brevity,
Strive for clarity,
Avoid ambiguity
And trite banality,
Insert sagacity,
Blend in sensitivity,
Fine-tune for harmony,
Appeal to humanity,
Infuse with honesty,
And voilà!
Poetry!
Encapsulated by the darkness
in the way fine-tune in the light
Shades of Grey that flickered away
Cornerstone brightness detail
in the light prism spirals
Unholy and not
To Lucifer's unholy extent his stench at naught
On God of my heart open mine eyes
Give me your light
2/22/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Would you instantly embrace love at first sight..or adjust your focus trying to fine tune your eye..maybe he's thinking poison she finessed her disguise..and she could be like I bet he tells good lies..and maybe they both have it all misconstrued..what if their thought process has suffered abuse..what if he's been sincere with no reciprocation..and her altercations with no prevocation..and they both have shown patience during mental displacement..in return were presented with bitter beer faces.. one in it for life other off to the races..what happened to love it has left with no traces..and now they could both be looking at love..but pass up each other because all the above..
You begin your journey lonely beyond imagination - an emotional place I can barely begin to describe to the uninitiated.
Your body, primed by puberty, has these new, natural abilities - you develop these secret ambitions for yourself that push you hard.
You search for that someone. To use the technical term - you, “kiss a few frogs” - to fine tune the impossibly fragile internal instruments that detect the elusive, magical “it.”
You pretend you’ve simply struck up friendships, the girl and the boy. It can’t last, this state of congenial denial - there are too many unspoken pressures - the suspense weighs on you both.
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ps, I write short stories too
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