Mrs Peeck and husband Clem
provide refuge from my family home
No hugs but felt the love
had no children of their own
Afternoon tea of homemade bread
blackcurrant jam and scalded cream
Home grown fruits preserved in Fowlers jars
a meal at night, silver beet was cooked with steam
Unannounced I'd come to stay
overnight a comfy bed
Dream about old cars and bellows
found in Clems machinery shed
Next day home made lunch was packed
down the hill backto school through long blades of grass
Mrs Peeck we'd ask her age
a question that she'd always pass
Footnote: For those who are interested there is an on line recipe for scalded cream (clotted cream)
The cream I refer to was from a house cow milked by hand
Why can't I write a few lines of poem this moment,
while the beautiful fowlers glow in morning sunshine,
while the little birds chirp and play lovingly on the blooming magnolia vine,
My mind is so mesmerized, but alas it can't paint this beautiful sight.
Once my poems basked with the aura of my lover's smile,
Her beautiful lips seemed like delicate petals of rose,
Now my love is gone, so is the garden of red rose,
My love poem is reminiscing but can't be put in words.
Maybe it is the time to etch my pain in poetic verse,
The pain which used to be the words of my poems,
Has penetrated so deep in my heart,
That it does not come out, my poem remains a blank verse.
How do I write a poem, when there is no kindling in the fire of my loving heart,
How do I sing the song of my heart, when there is no one to listen to it,
How do I tell the story of my heart, when I am heart broken and feel depressed,
How do I call my mind's creation a poem, when it is not a poem at all?
Pray for our America
Land of the Free and
Our Home of our brave
Right this day today!
Alleluia Alleluia Alleluia!
Pray for all of your other
Nations throughout our
Entire rest of the world
Please grant all of them
All of their own freedoms!
Our Lord please bless our
Star Spangel Banner long
May she wave o'er the land
Of the free and the home of
The brave Alleluia Alleluia!
Please remember to pray
For all of our countries and
Keep them safe from their
Oppressors and the snares
Of all of the Fowlers' Amen!
Bless them, our dearest
Our most gracious Lord Jesus
Please hearken unto all of us
As we faithfully humble our
Selves in your sight dearest
Of all our beloved Lord Jesus!
Grace and Peace be unto all of you,
All of my Love and all of my Affections,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea/October Country
Gordon Robertson of TBN'S 700 Club
is sponsoring 40 days of prayers for America
and for the people of the other nations, inviting
them to pray for their countries too, every day
for 40 days ending on November 03,2022
That means there are still many days left to
pray for America or for your own countries!
October 04, 2022
I'm desprate to tell you this,
Because you deserve to be on my seats,
Your first love ceased the wrath which will have girded you for bad deeds,
The bowl placed on my table was full of water,
If I met you aside the dead,it means not my love shouldn't clean your feets,
Stretching my hand to hold you speak of what I have for all sheeps later,
Here we're to commune in flesh and blood,
What should I be expectant about from your heart?
Should it be a broken head puffed with doubt stitched to a brat?
If I should die before miracles come from above,
How would my resurrection be said about?
But since you'd felt the steam of anointing before you're gone,
Count my lips that everyone on my side isn't wrong,
Till night strike the fowlers guns,
Never will they suspend to shoot my fans,
And on assertation,I'm coming back to carry you all to those promise lands,
But If I should leave you behind after armageddon,
Where then will you establish solely dinning table in a desolated kingdom?
I demand you guide yourselves,for the devourer is piling souls to boredom,
And I can't lose you after we both hear the sound of the horn.
1.Five principles ridicule within
himself of insincere.
2.What use sky-like reparation
if committing known-fault?
3.Worthless ascetics, as cows
grazing covering tiger-skin.
4.Disguised saints are as
fowlers at bush.
5.Pretending hypocrites’ discarding passion,
make repentance later.
6.No substitution for a moral
pretending renounced hypocrites.
7.Men appear fair, possess
dark-heart as kunri-nose.
8.Dark-hearted men bathe as
if pure ascetics.
9.Judge men by deeds
unlike arrow appearance.
10.Giving-up hating habits need
no shaving,growing-hair.
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Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetrysoup.com on 13-12-13
Predatory; fiction and fantasy became in essence the reality for most?!
In regards unto the realms of life beyound which in turn birthed
The fowlers net to ensnare amid these illusions and delusions....
Mass hypnosis, within subconscious' collective minds; webs of plights
Self-destruction paving this path atop the page in existence!?
Oblivious; as the black widows about their business spinning
Historicals deja vu wombs....
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....“Terrestrial Journals” *
Chains broken........
Bonds released.......
You are loosed
and finally set free
At a point of desperation to no longer be in captivity
With an outrageous temper, deep consideration, and a unique prospective of life
Divided between the life before and the life soon to come
Woman you are released……
Like birds out of the snare of the fowlers
Like race cars at a derby,
And as wasp on a hot summer day
Torn from the inside out
In a world of despair
You are no longer bonded
Broken down by the thought of your past
You might think that others never understand
But I know the rain won’t always last
The sun will come out tomorrow and you can bet your bottoms it’ll be sunny
The rain will wash away and you will stand again soon someday..
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