This question is often asked of me
“When are you going to grow up?”
My answer to that is “why grow up”
“I'd much rather stay a young pup”
Growing up sure ain't no damn fun
To a world of conflict and strife
Prefer to stay young and innocent like
While leading a carefree life
My single voice is of no consequence
In the overall scheme of things
Why should I rattle my li'l old brain
In my world, it's eternally spring
Things will go on long after I'm gone
At my age my engine's on cruise
One thing I've realized in all my years
I've surely got nothing to lose
"Cerberus Uncorrupted"
Every day I go to that box ...
at the top of the page,
left side, upper
its entry reads:
“What are you looking for?” -
waiting for an entry…
the brain presses a full stop,
the fingers hover and ripple
like a maestro leading a chorus
the fingers tap dance
poetically buying time
the heart tracks,
its silent voice speaks
piercing the suffocating silence
"the ability to read
what is meant to be read
front and centre, after all...
is said, and done"
the vision sits still in front of me
like a quaint loyalty and a strong desire
to understand it all
the innocence
of a mind uncorrupted
wide open
to the Light
that opens a heart
viscerally corrupted
waiting to be loved
waiting to be patted
the sun always setting
the sun always rising
calls unsilently
to me
Candide Diderot. ‘24
" ... "Do you love me yet?" Cerberus said..."
Sharon Osbourne, Short :
"Today my dog and I went to the beach and I caught her taking it all in"....
(this is the video you need to watch).
The whole world demeanor wild and chaotic,
From one creature to another,
Rivals, a definition of our hearts,
Dirty competition, our goal.
Plutocracy, a depiction of our societies.
Oh God! Where is your universe heading to?
If we all be such heartless?
Isn't the young generation observing us?
If yes, won't they insert this seed of impurity in the next generations?
Yes, I don't repudiate having a shepherd leading a flock,
But why not there respect for one another?
You won't stress the sheep because you are prestigious.
You'll eat it when fatty but not small due to stress.
Here comes a suggestion,
Let leaders be dutiful to everyone, no more segregation.
Rich people now respect the poor,
Married ones esteem singles,
Parents regard your children.
Coz tables can turn when you'll need the one you hurt.
BY TURYAGUMANAWE MATHIAS
In the realm of Solana, a gummy's in charge,
A silly meme that's living large.
It's making folks rich, breaking the mold,
Turning regular folks into millionaires bold.
A funny candy leading a financial spree,
Who'd have thought it? It's wild and free.
But in the world of crypto, anything's cool,
Even a gummy making people drool.
So chuckle along with this sweet little treat,
As it rises up, making finances sweet.
Breaking the rules, one chew at a time,
In crypto's world, where fortunes climb.
render to Caesar
what is his,
lost faith hoovers
try to believe
leading a spotless life
bottle half full
don't forget your soul
burning midnight candles
pledge your touch
a chagrin of a chance
leadeth with me
to a challenged place
This question is often asked of me
“When are you going to grow up?”
My answer to that is “why grow up”
“I'd much rather stay a young pup”
Growing up sure ain't no damn fun
To a world of conflict and strife
Prefer to stay young and innocent like
While leading a carefree life
My single voice is of no consequence
In the overall scheme of things
Why should I rattle my li'l old brain
In my world, it's eternally spring
Things will go on long after I'm gone
At my age my engine's on cruise
One thing I've realized in all my years
I've surely got nothing to lose
Herbie was the ultimate party guy
always had the largest smile
dancing a jig or leading a congo line
sometimes he would scream with joy
startling those who did not know him
Success comes from,
Hanging in there,
Not hanging around.
Success comes from,
Listening to what others are telling you,
Not what they are saying.
Success comes from,
Being a good neighbor,
Not from being one from hell.
Success comes from
Being an extra pair of hands when needed,
Not from being an extra voice others can do without.
Success comes from,
Celebrating the success of others,
Not from belittling it.
Success comes from,
Being a constant gardener,
Not doing jobs only the once and selling yourself as an expert.
Success comes from
Knowing when to lead and when to follow,
Not from leading a double life.
Success comes with,
Knowing you must keep trying, no matter what,
Not from staying on the canvas for the count, when others need you.
It feels so nice
To see them walking hand in hand
It feels so nice
To see them leading a peaceful life
It feels so nice
seeing them raising their kids together
It feels so nice
seeing them supporting each other
It feels so nice
looking at them serving God together
It feels so nice
seeing them pray together
It feels so nice singing together
It feels so nice
seeing them laughing, jesting and joking together
Love is powerful
Love is stronger
Love is awesome
It feels so nice
Seeing them walking together
Oh! It feels so nice to see them happy
IT FEELS SO NICE
By Sylvia Semo
From the gilded frame adorably kept on the bureau
Two benign faces look on us as we gaze in awe
My Grandpa who lived and died a true hero
My Grandma so ebullient, a chirping sparrow
They became man and wife so young in their teen
They built a small joyful empire, leading a life serene
Serving as prop to each other, lived as king and queen
Though gone out of reach, shed light with a rare sheen
Placed First
Brian Strand Formed Poetry Contest
Jan,26. 2022
Pride of Place Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Julia Ward
the sea winds calling
calling beach tides thrilling
thrilling woodlands for hiking
hiking along streams vibrant
vibrant wildlife still sprawling
sprawling plant life enthralling
enthralling cobble streets for strolling
strolling perfection in a New England town ~~
a New England town of actual living sounds -
sounds like I should permanently settle down:
Leading a simple life are solid folk.
Many fish the sea for their living.
In city life, they would be slowpokes,
but here time is for deep breathing.
Old lighthouses dot an idyllic coast
and fishing boats fill the scenic harbors.
There’s shellfish aplenty for dining ardor.
Many inns are old homes of lace and charm,
reminiscent of America’s youth.
There are old horse bridges and farms
built when pride was America’s truth.
There is much history to relish
and nature that stirs one zealous.
New England is the good life embellished
and an address that I would cherish.
Heavy Rain
After Christmas, the angels have a bath,
they also have a bath in the summer.
There are more angels now than before the rules for getting in are relaxed.
It is no longer about being a Christian, but about leading a good life
helping others and so on.
Even Moslems are welcome.
It is no longer needed to have an angelic smile. look cherubic and asexual,
golden locks and a fairytale attitude to life.
Heaven is getting a bit crowded, thus, when they all have a shower
it rains for days and causes flooding.
Leading a new life
Keeps us from the strife.
Lenten Bible Study
Deacon Jean and Fr. Farrell will be co-leading a
Lenten Bible study through Zoom on Wednesdays
during Lent, starting on Ash Wednesday, February
17, at 10:30 AM. We will be reading together the
gospel of Matthew from Clarence Jordan’s Cotton
Patch Gospel, a translation of the New Testament
from the Greek that sets events in the
mid-twentieth-century South. The book and ebook
are available online.
Time: Feb 17, 2021 10:30 AM Eastern Time (US and Canada)
Every week on Wed, until Mar 31, 2021, 7 occurrence(s)
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I dreamed of a Great White Queen, and she
Came galloping through the snow
'I come for the one who called for me'
Said she, 'did you call me?' 'No!'
For I was afraid, as all good men be
Who into the woodland go
I dreamed of a Great White Queen, and she
Came leading a lamb and a doe
'Come, man' she said, 'and follow me
Follow me into the snow'
But I was afraid, as all good men be
Who into the woodland go
I dreamed of a Great White Queen, and she
Appeared in an eerie glow
Under the bough of a rowan tree
Where the first of the snowdrops grow
And I was afraid as all good men be
Who into the woodland go
I dreamed of a Great White Queen, and she
Danced light on the virgin snow
'Come, man' she said, 'and dance with me
You know that you want to' Oh!
And I was as glad as all good men be
Who into the woodland go
I dreamed of a Great White Queen, and she
Disappeared in a swirl of snow
But I have seen what she let me see
And know what she let me know
And I am as mad as all good men be
Who into the woodland go
© Gail Foster 31st January 2021
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