Hey! If you were spoilt for choice, chose wisely or "leave them all to beaver"!
each time that I leave
I turn for one more goodbye
afraid it’s our last
Writing her tears
Across a forest of flailing leaves,
Nature rests her startled fears
Singing melodies, rich
As the burgundy and gold,
Murmuring gently, a breathed prayer
Stilling the waters of a creek
Where grief is a ghostwriter
And the ache of yesterday tells your spirit
To believe…
Just yesterday, the stars melted
Into the sapphire skies – resting against the praises
Of summer’s echoed light, the Son
Blessing the yesterdays and tomorrows
With dancing roses and wisteria,
Graceful notes of what it is to open each petal,
Stirring senses, poetry so tempting
In each glimpse of dew, rain, or melodies
Hues flowing into the heavens, stirring God’s smile
As He captures hearts and souls
With His sweet voice, music soft as feathers,
Beautiful and blending with the meadows,
The hills, the creeks and rivers
All the warmth, never hesitating to restore
Each spirit, who comes before Him,
In a prayer, with praise, believing He can
And, yes – He will make all things new
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter…
And my soul is living proof – God is so so good!
In Aussie Gaols real men can be found standing for decency, the clemency resounds'
They intervene in bashings of younger men, there is more decency in stir than
Among most pollos friends.. Mates i'm
Bowled over Lillie could not have hit
Me like this' Or marshy caught me you've
Really done the trick..' keeping young males safe from the worst acts of preds.'
Tonight i'll thank God..As I head off to bed
We can all learn something from real men
And 'true blues' hats off i demand it.' From
Real Australians the whole wotld through.'
Though I love intelligence, candor is recompence
Smart is an art, but love comes from above
Kiss over compliment, neither will pay the rent
Nor inflation, adulation, inclination, or shove
Now in combination lie's true adoration
Choosing wisely should be life's aspiration
Eschew impropriety, display some sobriety
And wisely choose the better thereof
The stars nestle in the corner, beside the plump moon,
Disturbed by the sheet of inky blackness being pulled unhurriedly across the expansive sky.
The days are growing shorter, the temperature feels a little colder.
The trees are dancing amicably, a sea of red and gold leaves pirouetting towards the waiting floor.
In lively pockets throughout the globe, a festival is occurring.
One which encourages the unity of several religions;
Hinduism, Jainism, Sikhism and Buddhism too.
For five days, celebrations are rife, differing slightly, but following the same theme.
Dhanteras comes first; cleaning rituals commence, gold items must be bought,
Then comes Naraka Chaturdashi, pray for ancestral souls.
Third, is Lakshmi Puja, when the diyas are lit, clay lamps filled with oil
Allowed to burn brightly through the full moon,
Their presence an honour towards Lakshmi, bringing wealth.
Fourth is Govardhan Puja, religious ceremonies are performed.
Finally, Bhai Dooj celebrates the bond between siblings, unbreakable through strength.
Every Autumn, Diwali arrives, with colours so vibrant,
The peace and unity it creates, an inspiration to all.
The physical world around me is constantly changing,
sometimes for the good and sometimes for the bad.
I keep saying,
leave things alone until I die.
Then make all the changes you want,
because I will not be in the middle of the changes.
The tech world is moving faster than lightning,
what was new yesterday is old today.
Some say,
the physical world around me is an illusion.
How can I prove this to be right or wrong?
It is something to think about.
In this changing physical world around me,
I need to be like a young tree and bend in the wind of life.
Dear Ear
Hear near
Fear bear
No tear
More air
Lion here
Jerk there
Forces of good and evil, are all around, they work to dominate and take all.
All of our life, all that we love, forces of good and evil work to dominate our life.
Life forces we pray that all of our life is good and makes us be okay, we love life and love God, we lift prayers for protection in our life.
Forces of evil, are present in our lifes, we read about the evil that harms, that corrupts, that makes us live in a lowly and depressing life.
Forces of good, make us feel high with positive vibes, lifting us to a state of feeling good inside, like a sunny day, we feel warm and cozy in our good loving state.
Life forces we pray that all of our life is good and makes us be okay, we love life and love God, we lift prayers for protection in our life.
We recognize the forces that surround our life, we ask God and all of the angels to protect us from negative and evil in our life, may we walk in peace and love all the days of our life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
i sip tea, looking through my backyard window
wiping my eyes from this morning's wake up
the rose bush holds still, just one
black on white sits the crow on the fence
the sun's face still hidden from altostratus clouds
sunrays peek through onto mountains afar
dewdrops slowly begin to sparkle
the morning chirping crickets last forage
after another sip, I see the sun
heard chirps fade as the tweets volume rises
mostly evaporated the grass stands rich, and tall
i grimace, thinking, time to cut the lawn again
in the kitchen the phone on the wall rings
from the cake tray i steal the last cookie
on the sixth ring, i answered- hello?
recording says- landscapers for hire
the crow has flown, the sun still shines
I close the shade and wait
the front doorbell rings, the landscapers here
the vinyl's spin- "september morn" and "how sweet it is"
hotpants and short shots were a big deal
families sat together to share each dinner meal
telephones were attached by cords to a wall
rickrack decorated dresses when I was small
respect was a given, people looked out for each other
we especially knew to defer to our father and mother
the good ole days are something I dream of often
the spankings were harsh, parents did not soften
hope
freedom
liberty
trustworthiness
willing openness
vulnerability
nurturing the greater good
cooperating with others
flexibility is a helpmate
positivity opens many avenues
As the dark clouds of history
Rumble overhead
As the vile with fake smiles
Follow through with what they said
We share a moment of truth
One not defined by ai
As large as a moment of silence
As small as a hi
There are strange times indeed
Marked with displaced mourning
As families gather around digital fires
And heat themselves with global warming
While the tone is dark and dim
This is not so much a early warning
Just acknowledging a bit of reality
And wishing you a good morning
Home tonight for E. Fitzgerald V. Vangouh
Carry on
Carry on
why'd you go
away,
the summers not
over yet
Stop the midnight
traffic
with your sour notes
stop it all in your
truse
"starry-starry
night"
paint the picture
& paint it right
Capture all that
turns the air grey
To capture all that
is turning the night time
Gay.
If only Autumn Days , were this good , all again
as golden mellow paintings, visual hearts, all explained
as a child walked slate paths, covered in splatters of rain
where he picked purple berries, from muddy , puddled lanes
and his cheeks were as red , as fallen Apples, all new
stuffed in his pockets, his found treasures, a few
he saw the Cottage spiral smoke, for mothers baking bread
smelt wood shavings sweet, from fathers, work shed
for this , is Country Childs World, of 1842
and the 4 year olds wishes, on Dandilion seeds, that he blew
now his mud covered trousers , from ginger cat, who's alone
to the lace covered windows, to the safety
to the safety,
called home
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