The wild predator and the mild easy prey in fact,
Make a weird, uneasy complement of a wild act:
Only for hunger,wrath, sport, or pride in the main;
For food, power, possession or vanity is it slain ;
Yet the rage and chase yond the bound is thrust,
Where no true reason nor use seems fair and just
While one kills the other to live and breed it strain
Need finds no seizing urge to wipe out in disdain
Quests, expedition, and crusade with tall a claim
Haven't left behind a great,noble and ideal name
Death is the be all and end all of every existence
And in the cycle,to dust returns the subsistence !
I had to create two worlds to survive —
one where I simply live,
and one where I am truly me,
kept apart for my own sanity.
In the main world,
I am the prisoner.
I can't express, I can't be me,
controlled and hurt,
I am dead inside.
In the other world,
I am the goddess.
Strength to fight,
I soar above,
I show my true colours —
I am the dragon.
Should the two combine,
they are like oil and water —
the collision would be earth-shaking,
and I'm not sure I would survive.
Six square panes, so varied and solid,
In painted arrays of quiet and light,
Four windows per side, a glorious sight.
Of eight casting shadows on wood-grain and rite.
On Sunday, the benches hold twenty souls,
With standing room only in pious rows,
Embracing the flock as the morning wind blows.
Across the green of the country lane, resting
Beyond the pale borders of Protestant ground,
The Catholic services welcome the weary
At The Painted Church, the painted panes are found.
Yet both of the steeples reach up to the blue.
*In the 90’s, lava destroyed the Protestant Church that was later rebuilt in the main town. The Catholic Church, best known as The Painted Church, was lifted onto an 18-wheeler flatbed to a secluded spot, one mile from where the lava flow came to an end. Father Damien made it of historic significance.
Life slips through our fingers
past eyes, ears, and nose
lightly brushes our toes
In the main, we slumber our way
to the grave ~ dja have a nice day?
All innocent humans redeemed through Christ.' Who you have caused to die are now observing each throw of the dice, you
Won no power, with their deaths you caused..And stand in error..Oh fie on you all. For humanity stands despite the lies in
The now and eternity.' Under a loving Gods
Eyes.' Who gave you a stage.' To display all
You are.' Just as with herod ceaser and pharoah and lucifer that star.' They all revelled in their power.' And caused immense pain..For they percieved their
Special status would never wane.' So they
Built their treasuries..Yet outside of God reign.'
Which is allowed..' Yet is in sheols
reekless deeps its plain..God now
owes them no-thing.' And no thing exists of itself.' Watch
As for isreal temporal realm..That no more
Wrestles with God'
the world is turning, soon to
Be allowed to tear
Them down.) In the main.)
The bow of
God’s wrath
is restrung in
the dark
To target
injustice
and hate
as its mark
Each arrow
His judgment
of life
in the main
And striking
dead center
He frees us
— again
(1st Book Of Prayers: May, 2025)
Sophie and her family
Had once found
Two sicklish cub lionesses
In the forest.
And had decided to take them home;
They had a big garden.
So her father and she
Had decided to keep them;
The lionesses
Not only turned up healthy
But they even made cubs;
Sophie would go
And spend time with them
Regularly;
One day when she walked
Outside in the garden
And found the cubs reading the bible;
She got surprised;
«They are reading the bible?»
«My father has made them read the bible!»
«He certainly has got sense of humor!»
She thought to herself;
«What a prank!»
She made her way in the main road;
Meanwhile one of the cubs whispered to the other
Something about sin and eternal life;
«Just imagine the surprise of the lionesses,
When they see them.»
She said to herself;
She had walked for a while,
But then decided,
That she would take the book away from them;
But when she returned,
She already found them chewing
And biting on the book;
Catte'Moutte, is the position below
Corp. Manager. If the numbers are
Right and both staff and he has enough
Votes, 24/30 he will be
Acting management
Number one contender
And the Blah, Blah (company refuses
to recognize the championship)
Worlds Champion.
Penciling in the main event with
Chances in the card, wasn't easy
It involves a lot of give and opps.
It company is prone to change. due
to its position. Each championship
Has it's sponsor/sponsors. Sponsorship
Uses it's clout, the ball is on the field
The horse is in the barn, tickets are sold
But the event hasn't been finalized. Therefore
In conjunction with the Council of Professionals
And the Pro Wrestling Guild , unsanctioned unification
Matches with unite these four titles to create
The third man out. Pro Wrestling Canada's open weight champion
The all Pacific Worlds champion
The Great North All. Atlantic Champion
South America Best Championship
With temperLy unite to
Create the All Worlds United Championship!
It burns real sore..Much despair is tendered.' Like it or not? Like could your soul be up-ended?
Its under the fence.? Beyond those pales.' It whispers there are screams; and epic fails.'
An example of the ducking stool.? No matter your standing ( the labelling tools?) Are blunt
And forcefully handled. Too...' ad-nauseum Rules.. dunk dunk dunk.' We observe the thunk,? And
Timbreless'ness second guess..Or ten thousand more 'artificial input un-topical' man are
These doughnuts RAW.!! I guess chocolate is their vanilla? Who nightmared this up? In a
Tangle of interdiction.' At an insanity hub.? Ekow.' and how! my summation in the main, I think.? I guess.
They are out.' Yet never free.' There just seems to be no gain? Is this just like 'twister?' From those
Who have an allergy to deeper games' such as chess.? Or bridge? Or poker.? Or any thing that.. Tries your wits.' ENOUGH.! Of such boring format." With choice straightjacket? Or chocolate
Suit.?
British troops in Ukraine.? Well they are already there.'
Whats starners game? As peace keepers they could be
Hit' that would derail things I'm sure of it.' To much
Resources already have been drained.' Leave well enough
Alone..I would think if any really care in the main.?
What do you see.? Conflict in Isreal, and knife attacks; also some by car so far.' France Sweden, Britian Germany, in the main
By foreigen national asylum seekers.' Is this just madness
Or could there be a pattern.? As it is in the Middle-East' so in
The west so it shall be.? For that is what presents itself' an
Emerging challenge from over many seas.' I beleive this
Could have been engineered? Its like a mirror image looking at me.' Is it time to be out and about ? Albeit peaceably." To deter any thoughts of violence against the
indigenous and indeed of all of the general civil citizenry.?
those leaf cutter ants lost in the desert ~ they try slice open each grain
God shows moses as the red sea closes ~ yet unseen they’ll die in vain
I’ve witnessed things so tiny and fast ~ that never occurred in the main
unlike people who won’t believe their eyes ~ and claim it’s legerdemain
SARTORIAL SELF-PORTRAIT
Even as a young man,
I dressed just like my dad.
‘Clothes are what defines you,’
Was a saying my mother had.
But now I’ve retired from the city,
Perhaps it’s time to break free.
So I’m looking through my wardrobe
To find out what defines me.
Here’s a row of pin-striped suits,
Three-piece, in the main.
With waistcoats with a pocket,
For a watch on the end of a chain.
And now the shirts, all white of course,
With collars that detach.
Long sleeves with fancy cuff links
And a smart tie pin to match.
There’s a lingering smell of moth balls
As I move along the rails.
Especially in the section
Where I keep my top hat and tails.
Even at home I wear a tie,
Though, to help me to relax,
I have a long-sleeved cardigan
And a pair of well-cut slacks.
But, right at the end, in a cover,
To make sure it doesn’t fade,
A memory of a brief interlude,
When I wasn’t quite so staid.
A reminder of my salad days,
When I lived life with a passion.
I’ve kept those flares for fifty years,
In case they come back in fashion.
All odd
make pairs...
There is nothing loose!
Nobody is happy
alone...
Odd and even
attract each other...
One does not divide
in two,
but two unite
one for love!
If two loose ones are made
a couple...
a pair becomes one
in the main force
of love...
The
voice of spring rain
It’s darkly etched, in the sky face,
rainshade in the main, I don't complain.
lyrical steps falling, frothing seductively, slo-flowing
rain that they are strained. The weather vane's
become inane, when every day it rains again. It's plain
to
see
for
you
and
me
it
has
to
be
the
end *
of play.
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