Trump bombed Iran, a war he did start
Now he tries to get peace on the chart
While hedging their bets
Iran issued threats
So Trump hid in a catering cart
Not hedging my bet
yet I do truly believe
if I were your Adam (Madam)
and you were my Eve
from on high above
love would be heaven-sent
as we could frolic in the garden
to our heart's content
from the fruit of our labour
with a smile all the while
we'd take a bite right from the apple
in serpentine-like style
then with no inhibitions
create quite the sight
as day fades away
until stars light the night
his lips slipped upon mine; into dreaming
in the satellite of fall's chaste shadows
sphered by the last cast of summer streaming
onto our free skin, sunk in the shallows
our first kisses, our first mature outlet
for a latent love now bursts in our ears
from seeds sown in spring's bosom, mere trinket
our little love, hedging, a nest appears
underneath the wakeful sun, its pure heat
receding; displaced by the chatoyance
of autumnal leaves waltzing where we'll meet
singing, unfazed, at the cold's arrogance
August 27 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Lamentations 1-3
Key Verse – Lamentations 1:9 …O LORD, behold my affliction: for the enemy hath magnified himself.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR BEHOLDING OUR AFFLICTIONS
Praise be to God for beholding our afflictions:
Hoisting us from hellish heat
Helping us with His heavenly host
Handling us against hardening howls
Holding us upon His hedging heartiness
Healing us along His health-hewing hands
Lamentations 2:9 Praise be to the Lord for
leading us with His vision so:
Vivid with His Biblical view
Victorious by His blessed valour
Vocal along His best against vanity
Virtuous building us through His verities
Valuable by His bestowments, vanquishing vileness
Lamentations 3:22 Praise be to the Saviour for
His mercies and compassions that fail not to:
Lead us to His light
Love us midst His liberty
Lose us with His leadership
Lift us despite our longings and losses
Link us toward His lasting lessons of life. Amen!
August 27, 2024
When doubts rage, who to hail for help,
Lug own luggage, hail not for help.
Man has lost sage who might well help,
Saved savage, hail not now for help.
Self centred, man has if lost out
In this age, hard to hail for help.
Created a sorry image,
Own damage, now hail not for help.
Hedging, aloof on alien’s edge,
His own cage, who to hail for help?
If hopeless has turned his marriage,
A mirage, who to hail for help?
When life’s play is turning a page
Right on stage, who to hail for help?
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Ghazal |05.05.2024| life
Her voice sounds like she’s speaking through a fan when she whispers. She always whispers when we stroll through the colossal Tate. She’s cautious and quiet in case the art may
be eavesdropping. It all seems silly to me, Van Gogh had a hard enough time hearing when he was alive.
Hedging my bets, I say “I bet I could have painted that sunflower” just in case Vincent’s good ear is listening in.
“I bet I could kick your ass,” he whispers back, with a voice so tired, like he’s heard this all before.
I've never been much of a worrier,
Others do that far better than I,
Nor am I renowned as a scurrier,
Which is not to imply I don't try.
My small circle of close friends and loved ones
Is diminishing one at a time,
And one of these days
I'll wake up to discover
That it's my turn, and I'm next in line.
But if, indeed, that's the next big adventure,
I hope it's a pleasant surprise.
I'd love to prove, or disprove,
All the theories I've had
About life and love,
And good and bad,
And wisdom and learning,
And ethics and such,
That faith is a pillar
And not just a crutch.
But, of course, I’m not worried,
I don't do that, you see.
"Que será, será",
What will be, will be.
But on the off chance that there is a hereafter,
I'd like to reserve a small space there for me.
And should any of you get there before I do,
Try to grab us a nice window seat with a view.
Speaking Boldly Takes Courage
Miracle Man
6/2.2022
On occasion, I’ve been told Tom, use some tact,
because I say things bluntly, matter of fact.
No hedging, I’m a truthful shooter instead,
Never leaving one to question just what I said.
But intent, has never been to injure one’s pride,
but to get them to the place where we must abide.
I’ve said things boldly, that needed to be said,
oft times before speaking, I was filled with dread.
One of the best compliments I’ve heard about myself
was “you may not like what he says, But you
have to respect the fact that he tells you to your face,
and you don’t hear it from a third party.”
A school boy climbs up a berry tree
Unmindful of hurts from thorns prickly,
Picking choicest berries
He hurries, her to please,
A brief smile on her makes him happy.
But not this in his mind takes deep root,
In lap she takes when his hurting foot,
It’s her stern words, sweet pout,
She when pulls the thorn out,
His first lesson: act, forget the fruit!
Of his early school’s scenes this still stays,
Its imprint fresh despite passing days,
Two of them knew no love,
Spontaneous was their move,
It’s when heart over hedging head sways.
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Reminiscing |01.05.2022|
Poet’s note: Somehow I always feel that mind is a male gender, and heart female! This is a limerick only in form, not in mood.
He called your nation a 'fiction'
wishing you chaos and pain.
Like a savage grizzly intent on
your utter destruction.
He thought, so naively, that
you will buckle under his missiles' rain
triggering a new biblical exodus.
with a leader weak and tenuous
playing the NATO blame game,
harboring ambition of Soviet reclaim;
took his cues from Hitler's pincer attack,
backed by his convoy of artillery and tank;
hedging his bets on a Russian blitzkrieg
with little worries of his soldiers' fatigue.
Must watch Chaplin's Great Dictator
begging mercy from the creator.
You've now taught him a new word, Quagmire
familiar with his army's cold campfire.
his generals Know now the price of invading
a heroic nation praised the world over as outstanding;
your valor and sacrifice,
your blood and honor
turning history's dice.
Glory to Ukraine, to your
steadfastness and resolve,
to your triumph in this bloody brawl.
I am simply amazed at the changes in the weather
Unseasonably warm toward the end of December
We have yet to see a ground covering of snow
It hasn’t been this warm as long as I remember.
Record-breaking, the meteorologists are reporting
I’m thinking it can’t be good for the spreading virus,
When I was young at Christmas, we wanted a sled
Now, warm weather vehicles are more desirous.
I’ve heard rumors the earth is going to flip over
Do you think maybe the seasons are in reversal?
Could it be possible the impossible is coming true?
In July we’ll be having Christmas cantata rehearsal.
One thing’s for sure, we cannot control the weather
I suspect we’ve been trying to fool Mother Nature
By building in the wrong places, we ignore the facts,
Well, I’m not hedging bets on our far-distant future.
written December 24, 2021
His light shines
Surrounding me with hope
Everlasting love
Peace that keeps me
Assured of the victory
His light glows bright
Encompassing me with joy
Amazing grace so sweet
Gentle flow of song
Whispered on the heart
His light sparkles
Radiating a tenderness
Kindness so vibrant
It feels like adoration
Breathing pleasure
His light glimmers
Enfolding me with stillness
Silence that believes
Enriches hearts with faith
Assuring with praise
His light glitters
Enclosing me with calm
Certainty that He is alive
Giving hope to every life
Answering prayers
His light twinkles
Enveloping me in compassion
Soothing away all sorrow
Brightening thoughts with surety
Singing silent relief
His light shimmers
Hedging me with protection
Securing my direction
With wonder that is accepting
Of every supplication
His light glistens
Girding me with armor
From the God who is always
There to guide me through the storm
Piercing the dark with His love
Meet a man that fudges from the fence,
Little he says ever makes great sense.
His views, all but humdrum,
That he deems great wisdom,
And he’s been hedging O for long hence.
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Tongue-in-cheek |09.01.2021|
Topic: economist, humour
Grammar school speculators
charlatan math
trading the currency
of borrowed youth
optioning the investment
in forsaken dreams
hedging their futures
with diminished returns
margining interest
—that will never compound
(Radnor School Board: February, 2021)
a bench with ornate arms and scrolling
bathed in shards of early light
inside four walls of climbing roses
grown entwined and trained to height.
within the silence of mid morning
perfumed heat that melts the hours
attracts the bees that prey and worship
on life's purple passion flowers.
the symmetry of formal hedging
leads the eye in one straight line
to where a sundial in the heat haze
casts its shadow marking time.
the joy and beauty of hibiscus
flowering bright where no one goes
down secret paths in secret corners
where the scented jasmine grows.
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