#1
The key to
under-
standing John's mum-
bling babble is to
work blathering with
all known grum-
bling scum-
bags in the
area.
#2
Sheer junky
blonde men's
sons are
shared by
sheared shaken ju-
ries hunk-
ered down for
now in a
herky beef hus-
band's jerky her-
esy chamber or
dry cell assault and
battery cage.
They burnt Jan Hus
In Fourteen Fifteen
They cooked his goose
A swan you will see
In Fifteen Seventeen
From Jan Hus prophesy
His ashes were thrown into the Rhine
As a metaphor his influence spreads
Like a river that flows throughout time
The church is dark,
No lights just deep reverence,
Singing of love for our Saviors sacrifice.
Good Friday is here, we all come with our baggage, to visit with our Holy One, so many lives did he create, now we must give thou our love.
I kneel before HIM, my sins thou are on that cross He freely accepted, not worthly am I to look up, my tears of sadness like a rain shower, as I await my turn.
I rise up off my tired bruised knees, we walk as one to approach with love, I begin my walk to the Cross upon which Jesus died, my stride is a as slow motion for I’m edging so close, I fall towards my knees upon the foot of the cross, My Savior in which I embrace, my lips I kiss the cross on which He freely accepted.
My sins upon that wooden cross, my Father, my abba, much like a child upon her Fathers Knee, my Love for you is now upon your cross, thank you Jesus for my walk to your Cross….
A daughter of GOD am I, thou I am not perfect, i stumble, Thou will be there to lift hus little daughter back on her feet.
September falls within the best of times.
Elections nearing, campaigns underway;
Predictions, weather-wise for cooler climes.
Thus teachers, teens and toddlers break from play
Ere education calls their minds to grind.
Men have endorsed re-naming Labor Day;
But that’s September’s summons of a kind
Enlight’ning us of work that must go on
Regardless of what holiday we find.
Fall features color when the green is gone
And orange, yellow, red and brown have blessed.
Load up those fruits and walnuts and pecans;
Leave acorns for the squirrels building nests.
September brings to time its very best.
Breathing, counting, don’t ignore the basiC
cover up if you sleep commandO.
“Monster mosquitoes masticating” in your bayoU.
“Disquieting dreams” can be so meaN.
“Properly prostrate” on the mattress - don’t siT
and stare, nor stress, nor sweat like you’re a tsunamI.
One, two, three - begin with “dire determinatioN.”
You might imagine “wooly wonders” as you sinG.
Peaceful, quiet rest as you atone and blesS
each pastoral lamb in the shadow of death husH,
your breath, halitosis mixed with lemon and limE.
Forget everything and everyonE.
In no time, you’ll be fast asleeP.
9/29/2022
Endless stretches of the heavens
Across the stars, galaxies and eternal voids
Realms of gods, angels, spirits and venerated ancestors,
Thus says the LORD:
Heaven is My throne and the earth is My footstool.
~05/16/21
~Contest: Planets
~Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Merging by melding into no-thingness
Emerging presence, breath of innocence
Devoid of thought, our pristine awareness
Invites the divine, in playful parlance
Tuning in through our inner sentience
Active inaction, as we surrender
Thus aligning, to behold Gods wonder
Ignition within, divinely blissful
Outpouring love; no hearts now asunder
Nestled in bliss, cognition spherical
15-January-2021
(Acrostic Dizain)
Place not your trust in princes,
who may dump you in the muck,
where, as history oft evinces
you will be for ever stuck.
A cardinal this lesson learned,
Thomas Wolsey for to name.
All his fawning only earned
ill fortune and great shame:
"If I had served God half as well
as I have my noble sire,
I, now hearing my last knell
would honorably retire:
"Place not your trust in any man,"
Jan Hus said at the stake,
where ill winds the flames did fan,
all for the clergy's sake.
Earth's great leaders promise much.
They promise this and that;
they'll promise lots more such and such
as long as they stay fat.
on a zephyr
a whispered breath
of love's melody
sent adrift
within the hush
of night's rhythm
Anacrostic form
FFI Series 51
Brian Strand
Scared and alone
he plunged into darkness
without a word
he vanished
From hus life
until his black soul
found full of regret
Juneteenth - to celebrate the winds of change,
Usurping persecution, cruel and rife ...
No privilege allowed can e'er exchange
Each right that is endowed a human life.
Thus, as we raise our spirits to rejoice,
Enjoying, sweet, the liberties we know,
Every day reminds us, with hate's voice,
Now, as then, we have so far to go ...
Today we will remember, 'midst our fun,
How as a race, we need to stand ... as ONE.
O rganic agriculture; this is the craze over the years.
R ipe fruits before time and out of season we need no longer taste.
G ot an eye opener with obscure diseases we fail to hold back.
A griculture for quantity or quality, we need now to reflect upon.
N ature offered us what we needed but we always tried to be better.
I f we really wish to choose not to die untimely and never see our kin,
C ooperation of all is needed to make it happen, overcoming the deterrent.
F ood we need to survive not laboratory built products; as simple as this.
R e-inventing farming of the far past, but with some science; it’s all about.
U nited nations in its real sense will make a united agriculture.
I’ ll start with my orchard for others to follow; this the golden rule.
T hus to turn our globe again fresh and healthy, we must all take an oath.
S ound body, is our solemn duty to gift our children; for humanity to survive.
I was sick of seeing one plate, fork, and knife
And that lonely cup of drink
As if I was a piece in a painted still life
Like those dishes placed in the sink
So I clicked on a dating site as the others
Seeking a fine baby boomer
And in time chose one of the likeliest lovers
Who laughed at my sense of humor.
We emailed, and Facebooked and tweeted on Twitter
Then Skyped every single night
Though we lived far away, I knew I wouldn’t quit her
‘Til we got our liaison right.
We transmitted vows over the wireless sky
And kept each of them sweet and short
Then after being pronounced, husbandwidth and wifi
We kissed through a USB port
by David Fisher for Put Your Best Rhyme Forward contest
Elastic stretches bit by bit, around your thick dimension
Lets you wiggle, if you're pudgy, from too much fudge retention
A second portion...now, you're ecstatic....Alas, you've licked the kettle!
Should I tattle or meddle much, or call for intervention?
Thus, your middle may need attention, is it a time for fudge redemption?
I hope you won't judge my good intentions, or hold a grudge.... OOPS!
Caught by chance, I wear stretch pants!! Your fudge tastes quite fantastic!!
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9/24/13 For Andrea's "Seven" Contest
P ythia at Delphi, a famed Greek oracle
Y ielded much wise counsel; that’s a fact historical.
T ales are told of famous kings by whom she was employed.
H erodotus, when told that a great land would be destroyed
I f he crossed a river (which by Pythia was shown),
A ttacking Persia, found the land destroyed to be his own!
A pollo was the god for whom this female was a mouthpiece
T hus Pythia was sought by both the poor and rich of Greece.
D istinctively she proved herself to have authority.
E mmisaries bore her words back to their kings, for she
L oosed Apollo’s prophecies. and Socrates, the great well-read
P hilosopher, would store up knowledge, for the oracle had said
H e was the wisest man in Greece. That woman could inspire!
I n all her world, she was the muse of everyone’s desire.
For the Contest: Oracle
Sponsored by A Pondering poet ~ Rick Parise
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