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Just Opinion

The price is the price.
Anything in addition
     is just opinion.

Why does the dog look
at me with suspicion today
as I grab the leash?

The tunnel got darker
the further suffered;
     it's just opinion.

Deep inside the warmth
of the surrounding earth,
death is a price too high to pay.

When the suffering ends,
when the light welcomes,
     is just opinion.

Premium Member SIMPLICITY SERIES vermer visuals

Delft's Johannes Vermeer
art being his particular sphere
Series of beautiful local girls
in addition to the one with the pearls

My Bad

Words can serve to soften an unintended offense by 
 engaging attention, admitting fault and displaying selflessness.
"My bad", or more commonly,  "I'm sorry" and  "Forgive me" 
In any language, they are a means to discovery, détente and delight- 
  Je suis desole,     Es tut mir Leid,   Lo lamento  
Choosing to be heard honestly, the right words are crucial to  
lightening the load, bandaging broken-ness as well as harboring hope.
And in addition, the voice tone, facial expression and  body stance 
are worth attending to in order to establish a sincere apology.


Premium Member Blue House

BLUE HOUSE

I want a blue house that looks like a
Giant Bird House with a book case that
Spins around to another room where I can
Store a broom

A house that has cuckoo clock living room
A kitchen with a dining room and two first floor
Bed rooms and more rooms down stairs including a
Laundry room

It has to float on a large river even on a Chilly day
Be tied to a dock and include a small motor boat
Or even a sail boat and there must be a small garden
Along with a garage in which I can do projects

I need a traditional mailbox and a place to hang socks
Fishing equipment and fish to catch in addition to a reliable
Refrigerator and an oven in a nice rodent free kitchen along with
Loving cat

Premium Member Imagination



She stands there in front of the desserts
Like a porcelain doll that’s healthier than a stick
Her dark brown hair straighter than fir with a tiny smile
And a little voice in addition to Barley eyes looking nice in a Chocolate blouse
And blueberry pants

Though I cannot seem to place my proverbial finger on who she reminds me of
And can only guess her actual name which might not have any fame
I can imagine the little lady in a lemon top and cherry skirt dancing during a duet
Resting with a cold glass of pop between songs

It’s curious what the imagination shows us at any one time
Most of the time it’s something good but on rare occasion it isn’t
Even though it may seem like it is-such water that’s not really there
Or tourists on an Island who appear to be buccaneers

Premium Member love story of Abigail Scabes

Abigail Scabes with her zombie-like grin
Chases a werewolf to her parent’s chagrin
Catching him and dragging him back to her lair
Don’t you care? I ask them. Don’t you care?

Abigail’s parents are horrified that she
Has become a cannibal in addition to zombie
We can hear the werewolf screaming for his life
Then there is silence; it frightens me and my wife.

Abigail Scabes comes out wearing a wolf pelt
Holding a carcass, and yet who is in the kilt?
It is the werewolf, it seems they are a couple now
onlookers are frightened into just saying “wow!”


Premium Member Ponder

I must confess. Some things I ponder.
I am acutely aware of God's wonders;
Yet, often I stagger at the sound of thunder.
I must be wise as I ponder lest I should blonder.

In all things, God is most pure and ever sure.
I understand that some things we must endure.
I understand God's beautiful 'Balance of Nature'.
Yet I, often act and sound nieve and immature.

Why was he there?
What did she want?
He is not homeless;
But she lies at my entry.

I know that he too has purpose;
Purpose assigned to her by God.
Yes, I realize that we must coexist,
But we do not have to be friends.

I have seen 5 of them in 4 years.
I try my hardest not to be paranoid.
In addition to other preventive measures,
I  have created within me a mental plan.

I consider snakes both armed and dangerous.
Therefore,  they will never be welcomed by me.
My best weapon is prayer for God's protection.
My next best weapon is my 'Awareness Program'

Demond's Demise

He was an actor who was talented.
People are sad because he is dead.
He starred in 135 episodes of 'Sanford and Son'.
People are devastated because of the death of Demond Wilson.
Wilson starred in 'Baby... I'm Back' and 'Full Moon High'.
He guest-starred on 'The Love Boat' and 'Today's F.B.I.'.
In addition to being an actor, he was a minister as well.
When it came to acting, he was successful, he didn't fail.
Cancer ended his life and it is very sad because he had to die.
His friends, family and fans are mourning as they say goodbye.


[Dedicated to Demond Wilson (1946-2026) who died on January 30, 2026]

Slim Pickings

In addition to indigenous peoples
of the Americas known as Native Americans
the country of U.S.A. is populated
by those from far away other lands
but now there are many in the U.S.
living illegally on borrowed time
as the Governement wants to deport them all
for an untried unproven crime
and if they do so then who will pick
all the fruit and vegetable crops
when they are gone back to where they're from
as that's where the dollar stops

The New York Public Library

The New York Public Library’s
A lovely place to visit.
The main branch Beaux-Arts building
Is a landmark most exquisite.

In addition to its majesty,
Exhibits are displayed,
Which New Yorkers rarely think about
When plans are being made.

I don’t know why, for there are treasures
Waiting to be viewed.
In one case, there was Pooh Bear, 
Where most children’s eyes were glued.

Charles Dickens’ writing table
And his calendar and chair,
Plus a baseball signed by Brooklyn Dodgers 
All are set up there.

A special exhibition
Was the draw that lured us in,
Celebrating the New Yorker
And its hundred year-old spin.

And one final must-go reason –
There’s a gift shop worth a look.
You can spend the day enjoying all
And never touch a book.

The rose



A rose 
With the scent of the earth 
Aroma from the clouds 
A desire to soar
Tides crashing 
against the shore 
Pauses to expose 
the measure 
Of the treasure 
Yet the strain 
Of the petals 
inside the fine veins 
Yearning for a selfie 
The glee of the folds 
So bold 
Expecting expansion 
Spirit of ascension 
Reinforced by 
The longing for flight 
Freedom of light 
In addition 
The sops 
The raindrops 

Veils slowly ajar 
A glimpse of the shine 
of a star 
A delicate smile 
Somewhat beguiled 
At a simmer 
A glimmer 

Lips and eyes follow 
From a depth 
Gradually 
The treasure 
Time swallowing time 
Chimes in the atmosphere 
Eyelashes and hair 
Fair and lovely 
And the eyes 
Azure and solitary 

The flute 
Its sheen 
Nose aquiline 
Ready to receive 
with a salute 
  ___________

July 23, 2025

The Treasure

To live in abundance and magnify your fortune you must DIVINELY work for it. The far measures of where man will go for an instant magnitude relentlessly disqualifies the thoughts of having abundant control over their own hearts with love and forgiveness. And in addition, the practice of satisfying skin compared to a clean heart, mind, and sinew is thoughtfully illogical. So in result, men must find true value worth more than gold. The treasure that rings so loud but a number undoubtedly and purposefully ignore. For the true measures of the world is written in the best history book known to mankind. The book that shares how to live. The book that shares how to obtain in a righteous way. The book that speaks of the dead and the only ONE to have walked the earth, and as well risen. Therefore, in an always profound and crucial manner it is the responsibility of this world to read, study, practice, pray, and liberate our hearts to The Truth and only Way of Light as we breathe his presented gift of life.

Horatio Nelson 1758-1805

Years ago I did so choose, to go on a Caribbean clipper ship cruise,
and, in addition to several other islands,
anchored off Nevis, northwest of Saint Kitts,
where, in the late 1780's, Nelson had lived,
and still bears traces of his presence today,
in various parts, pieces and bits.
When our windjammer Skipper informed us,
'Shopping here's good, snorkeling is bad,'
I avoided the former, sought out the latter,
and, as a matter of fact, a good time was had,
for no sooner had I ducked under,
two feet from the waterline,
in about one foot deep (shallow) water,
tho' visibility was, in inches, no more than nine,
I espied a white clay churchwarden pipe,
which I retrieved, broken, not whole,
with one third of the stem, and most of the tobacco-burned bowl.
1787, Nelson married the widow Fanny Nisbet on Nevis,
and, as the island he was about to depart,
'Desist smoking or else!'
Horatio may have heard her insist or impart,
and that which I found, I've a mind to say,
was his very last pipe, he'd reluctantly tossed overboard,
on that sunny day, when, as Captain of Boreas, he sailed away.

Morning glory


Morning glory _
From our car
Along the hilly path 
Numerous they're 
With the attention 
of doing math 
In their voice 
A guitar 
Colorful headgear 
Off and on 
mutual whispers 
The Tea Pluckers 

Mingled with the green 
Humming and plucking 
Unique discipline 
Never a machine 
Sometimes carrying 
their babies on their backs
While moms work 
Babies relax 

In sun and shadows 
Day after day 
On substandard pay
Mostly illiterate 
Inconsiderate employer
Do you feel a jerk?
In addition 
unpaid domestic work 
Through the ages 
The same pages in the book 
The same hook 
Same tired look 
No brook 
Many a blade 
No cascade 

Delicate tea leaves 
believe the tender hands
Just the touches 
between the skins 
No command 
The soft tender stem 
Approvingly expand
Smilingly withstands 
The pain of being torn 
Thorns of death 
At the love-smeared hands 
of mothers 
Or lovers?
The Tea Pluckers

Premium Member Treasured Thoughts, Letter to My Church

Dear New Life Church.

A treasured gift hangs on the wall near the kitchen table
Like something brave, solid, embracing, and stable. 
It's the portrait of the heads of Christ and a lion.
It's a precious goodbye gift from you.
When I look at it, I think of you.

A treasured gift sits on the floor in a book holder.
Inside of that Bible, in addition to the word of God,
are 'post it stickers' with brief notes from friends.
It's the Bible I reach for most every morning;
And when I do, I think of you.

Inside the special areas of my heart are memories.
They portray hundreds of precious experiences
And thousands of 'God Moments' shared with you.
Oh how blessed I feel when I think of you.

You are forever in our memories.
CjBj

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