Shall I not sing of thine beauty,
When mine eyes set gaze upon thee, fair maiden?
Glory, glory to the Creator,
He who hath blessed thee with such splendour.
For thy laughter doth shape mine days,
And strolls with thee
Are tales one ought to brag of unto his mates,
For the pride they gift.
Hold truths to all men!
Created by their Creator
with certain Rights.
Life, Liberty . . .
pursuit of happiness.
Secure
these Governments
among Men,
deriving powers
from the consent
of any Form of Government,
laying its principles
and powers
to affect their Safety.
Where are the rugged individualists of yesteryear
the men with faces carved from rock
and skin as tight as leather
To confront the neighborhood bullies
to tell ‘em where they can take their act
and the dangerous explosives they set off
To take back America’s mean streets
~ to replace them with safe, free streets
patriot
loyal, proud
honoring, praising, saluting
USA, soldier, criminal, miscreant
deceiving, dissembling, hustling
crooked, cagey
traitor
People still seek to improve lives,
Proudly wearing red, white, and blue.
They have endured much bitter strife
With opinions of many hues.
Women deserve the right to choose.
People seek lives both rich and rife
With honesty and kind muses,
But they still seek to improve lives.
I'm keeping my Bald Eagle dice
To guard myself against a ruse
And protect myself from snake bites
Hidden beneath red, white, and blue.
Citizens are attached with glue
To the Internet that rises
For new, online interviews.
The youths have sung to such great heights!
Kindness prevails beneath clouds white.
Love all around these states is cool--and
Living united's a delight
With opinions of many hues.
Our faithful oath has been renewed
To build a community high.
Help others who need joyous cues.
Friends in America are kind;
People still seek to improve lives!
I think its right.? Time? For an
apocalyptic write.! I see i think?
Not knowing all, we live in a time
Of deception, under a (trumpets
Call?) The golden era is dawning
Or so we hear-ed
Now.? ( maybe thats an elitist term?)
Just for them.? Think now discern.! So a
Fourth rich kingdom.? Is that also
The horse.? Of revelation.' Upon its
Course ? four sure its possible '
REPENT ALL NOW.!!! Find your
Pearls of wisdom, search scripture
And how.' Cast no false aspersions on
The Word of God.! Who destroyed old
Gomorra; and those Godless sods.)
Minnesota cold a curse and a blessing
invigorating breath-taking
bundled up yet wonder taken in
a call to ice skate until we couldn’t any more
stick-figures arms raised celebration
my girlfriend in fourth grade
or friend
infatuation
a white blanket
glistened under the distant sun
as it stretched across yards
toward untold destinations
the wind against houses a haunting song
sounded like my father’s
off-key singing
my eyes watered
he sang again
a whisper as I walked to the neighbors
an igloo in their front yard
made by a parent’s hands
all the pieces fit
stillness when I went inside
a soft glow through the walls
a warmth felt when left with my thoughts
youthful moments embraced before the season passed
Here is a deep reflection on our moral compass and the choices we make daily. In a culture that often blurs the lines between right and wrong, this scripture challenges us to seek clarity and truth. How frequently do we find ourselves influenced by societal norms that contradict our beliefs? The call to discernment is paramount; it compels us to examine our hearts and align our values with God’s Word. As we ponder the implications, let it serve as a guiding principle in our lives, encouraging us to uphold truth, discern good from evil, and be agents of change in a tumultuous world.
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The kickoff hangs like a question mark~
sudden death rules apply.
Fourth down, and the play clock’s ticking
while the blitz crashes in, unblinking.
A Hail Mary arcs through the frozen dark,
a spiraling gamble against the sky.
The end zone waits, arms wide or stark~
did it catch? The crowd holds its reply…
Of all the things the world can give,
The hopes for which a heart can live,
The vast horizon, grand and wide,
Just one small thought cannot subside.
The noise of life is just a haze,
A passing blur of ordinary days.
For in this whole, wide, sweeping view,
A heart is set on just one thing, just you.
And if the future had a name,
It'd be the very same.
The world can turn, and time can burn,
But still, this simple lesson learned:
One doesn't want everything, just one small part,
All that's wanted is him, and all that fills your heart.
THEY...got a "BIG TIME" VICTORY!!!
THEY...kicked the "SNOT" out of YOU and ME!!
OFFENSE..."STALLED," MUCKED the PLAYS COACH CALLED!
HELL BOYS!...no more "CHEERLEADERS" for FREE!!!
They came
To stay
With us
Awhile
So pleased
To hug
All five!
So blessed
We are
To share
Our love
That we
Are well
Alive!
We watched
Them grow
Months to
Six years
Three girls
Two boys
Adore!
You see
They are
Our Great
Grand-kids
Born to
Our Grands
Gen Four!
Independence Day
fountains of heavenly hues
firefly steals the show
A Belated Fourth of July
7/7/2025
I wanted to send God‘s blessings to you,
To all past readers, new or true!
Even though I haven’t been here as much.
To all who write to me, I feel your butterfly-touch.
And when you ask me, “How how are you?
Pangie, you doing well? Your cataracts, too?”
You are my very “friendships inspiration bell!
I sense your poet’s heart, making my heart with joy swell?
So to friends who take the time to comment, dear
Or, you soupmail me….when I’m not here.
Know that your are sweetness to me ….
For that, I hold each of you, especially dear.
And so when I saw the fireworks last night,
Your faces, kind words, kept me joyful and bright!
With a warm, patrioitic, hug!
Pangie
The Fourth of July is almost here,
it will be hot but will it be clear?
Fireworks made me pee my pants,
all wet but I will still dance.
Pretty colors do not run in fear.
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