Roses never smelled wilt quicker,
For the roses cry and since tears are salt water,
And salt dehydrates, the roses shrivel.
In addition, the whole plant might rebel against life
all because no one stopped and smelled the roses...
So if you ever spot a rose bush make a beeline for it
And sniff every single blossom.
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
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.
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 _
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
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
It's sad when I say that Gene Hackman and his wife have died.
Gene starred in three Superman movies and Bonnie and Clyde.
In addition to Gene and his wife perishing, their dog died as well.
I don't know if it was foul play, only time will tell.
Gene starred in many movies, he was born to act.
When I say he was extremely talented, it is a fact.
It is very sad because he's no longer alive.
Gene Hackman has died at the age of 95.
[Dedicated to Gene Hackman (1930-2025) who died on February 26, 2025]
Do you suppose the monkey knows?
He has ten fingers and ten toes.
He has a brain inside his cranium,
If you ask me, that ain't so dumb.
Do you suppose the monkey knows?
Merry Christmas from Monkeyland,
from ten fingers on two hands.
In addition to all those,
Season's Greetings from ten toes.
Have a New Year, hearty and hale
from my prehensile tail...
.... .... ....
Happy New Year's from my smart brain,
which my brainpan doth contain.
That, my friend, is just a start.
I wish you love from my four-chambered heart.
Do you suppose the monkey knows
He's not wearing any clothes?
Today is my birthday, and I saw a number.
Yes, I see my age but in addition, I see
so much more.
I see the number 909 which represents
75 years times 12 months plus 9 additional
months. That timeline tells the story, but it
doesn't come close to telling the whole story.
You see, there is a story behind the story which can
only be told by its author. It is a divine story written
before human conception took place. There was a
prior conception that took place in the mind of God.
Imagine that. God had a divine thought about me
before I was conceived in my mother's womb. My
parents were obviously clueless about what God had
in mind 'When he thought about me' before conception.
I would like to think that my 75 years of life till now
have unveiled what God had in mind when he designed
His plan for my life.
091024PS
SPONTANEOUS ART
My spontaneity
of pure chance style
is to use
paper on a handheld
A4 clip board as a work board
&upon it
use a 6 pack of 'primary
(no smudging/quick drying)
paint sticks)
then
to experiment
therewith randomly
exploring abstractly
with these colours
¬ caring if I
overlapped onto
the underlaying
smaller sized
paper beneath
in addition to these sticks
using other media e.g tippex,pencils biros...
(whatever came to hand)
Sometimes
using the smaller underlying
smudged artwork to rub( when wet)
. randomly upon the others
to create
'spontaneous' effects
& also cutting out shapes
therefrom
that appeared to me
as something ie animals faces
or whatever.
When he left us, he left us too soon.
He starred in 13 episodes of "Tycoon".
It was a day that all of his fans were sure to hate.
Christopher left us at the young age of fifty-eight.
He starred in "The Distracted Preacher" and "The Boy Friend".
Many people were surprised when his life came to an end.
In addition to being an actor, Gable was a ballet dancer.
This talented man lost his life in 1998 because of cancer.
He starred as "Sharaz Jek" when he starred in Doctor Who.
Christopher was a special individual and that's certainly true.
[Dedicated to Christopher Gable (1940-1998) who died on October 23, 1998]
A middle school in Texas
Banned its kids from wearing black,
Claiming mental health’s affected
By the clothes upon one’s back.
In the ruling, “criminality”
Was also being named,
In addition to depression,
With black clothing being blamed.
Are the powers-that-be suggesting
That, by switching one’s attire,
An amazing shift to happiness
In pupils would transpire?
Every shrink should thus be fired
For, once black becomes taboo,
All the students will wear rainbows
And just smiles will be on view.
On the threshold of August
Doors wide open
Our faces are drowned
In the shroud of clouds
Put them away I’m begging
But hardly you hear me
Sounds of cars, all muted
Brought your street to my door.
In addition to what has been said
One can stay silent
Moreover, what has been said
Doesn't have to be read
Roadside stones
Overgrown with moss
Someone's life is put on hold
For later.
While searching in my closet,
I found a nice surprise –
A box of bags, with some crocheted
In ways I’d recognize.
I opened one and there inside,
A letter in the hand
Of Grandma, she who made the bags,
Each stitch at her command.
She wrote that she was sending,
In addition to her work,
A dollar for “the baby,”
As an extra little perk.
I should put it in the bank, she said,
And more would follow, so
Someday I could buy a gift from her;
The baby then would know.
That “baby” now is 43;
My Grandma’s dead and gone,
But the love she sent across the miles,
In stitch or note, lives on.
SUMMER BREEZE
A summer's breeze gently tells a lie
About how all nature is soft and kind
Yet underneath, where we don't see
There is no room for any sympathy
It is predator and prey, you will find
And at the very end, we all know why
Flowers reaching up for pollination
Colours and scents inspire even us
Sure, beauty can be seen all around
And with birdsong, a delightful sound
But a nest disturbed will cause a fuss
As it's all about the next generation
In an almost alien microscopic domain
Creatures exist down to just one cell
Organisms like bacteria, even a virus
Never referenced on ancient papyrus
For the more sensitive, it's a living hell
And use their poison to deter with pain
No surprise that nature has two sides
For humans, it is more than to survive
We believe that our species is distinct
As in addition to that primitive instinct
We can grow and learn, create and thrive
As in our souls, a potential for love abides
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