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Streams flowing into a river
ebbing and flowing
rising and falling
The river separating them
back into streams
Many lives merging
into one lifeline
accounting for everything
and nothing
at the same time
Personalities rubbing, chafing
inexorably blending
in psychosomatic asynchrony
yet linked inextricably
with heaven
Streams flowing into a river
The river separating them out
back into streams…
the gospel of Luke is the most detailed accounting of Jesus Christ
It reveals His conception, His early childhood and His missionary life
In the gospel of Luke he tells about God's 2 part master plan
to deliver a Messiah into Israel's hands
the first part of the plan was to send an anointed blessing
to Zachariah and Elizabeth for all their years of childless stressing
a son was finally born to them whose mission would be one of preparation
John the Baptist who would pave the way for the One coming to deliver salvation
the second part of the plan was the supernatural conception of God's chosen one
a virgin girl with a true faith to be the vessel for His earthly son
Mary was her name and in her the Lord God had found favor
the 2nd cousin to John the Baptist and now to become the mother of our Savior
Mary went to her cousin Elizabeth and told her of the Angel's words
at first she was anxious and troubled and then she thought it was absurd
then Elizabeth said, look at me, I carry a miracle in my aged womb
and if the Angel of God said that to you in your mind now make the room
we are connected by blood and it makes perfect sense and sound reasoning
that God would give us both a miracle
in order to do what for Him is most pleasing
and at that meeting the child in Elizabeth's womb
received the Holy Spirit and jumped for joy
the confirmation that Mary was the vessel chosen
to bring forth God's little boy
called to be a vessel Mary was the chosen one
called to be a vessel to give life to God's only Son
as God has a purpose and a mission for each of us
and all He asks is that in His word we learn to trust
for when God gives you a word the situation is already in place
and when God gives you a word just accept His infinite wisdom and grace
it might not make much sense to you but that's all right
just do whatever God desires of you and be acceptable in His sight
called to a vessel for in you God has found favor
called to be a vessel because of your obedient behavior
called to be a vessel by accepting God's purposeful hands
when you're called to be a vessel to carry out the Lord's master plans
PRELUDE TO "THE DANCING!"
Driven asunder, the sword sliced, hacked, and chopped at the bloody mangled thing that was once a stout courageous man, in a black suit, on his way to accounting school.
Incredibly the heart still beat and the head, even though severed from the neck, saw and expressed opinions on the other's dancing...
"THE DANCING!"
No more dancing!
I'm over here dying,
And your over there dancing!
No one respected me in life,
Why should I expect it in death?
I had everything going for me,
And now I'm taking my last breath!
You all had a wonderful time,
And a jolly good laugh.
Like a slaughtered fish,
I get to bathe,
In a luke-warm bloodbath.
Go ahead dance!
And why don't you also sing?
Sing! Damn you sing!
You might as well sing,
While you dance.
A happy little tune,
About hedonism.
Oh, and wear the funny little hat,
Yes, you must.
And use the cane, nice touch!
LORD JESUS CHRIST! I'M DYING!
The doctor prescribes dancing...
You don't have to lay here in a puddle of blood,
With your flesh torn open, your organs hanging out,
And your head down at your feet,
Making observations, forming and expressing opinions,
With your hat still on!
Your dancing...Thank God I'm only dying!
AFTERMATH OF "THE DANCING!"
I'm quite dead now...
Lying in a black oak box six feet underground.
There's a tombstone and a plaque in the ground above...
It reads, "DEAD MAN HERE"...
And the damn bugger’s dancing on it!!!
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The man in the elevator swirled in, a spectral glee,
the ghost of Christmas past, a ghoul from my history.
His chains? Not iron, but my Visa receipts tallied high—
Do you recall last December? he hissed with ghoulish eyes.
‘Twas a most expensive shopping spree.
Remember the velvet reindeer? The LED tree?
We passed Accounting, he moaned APR and interest fees~
those shall be the financial death of thee.
When doors opened at the lobby, he vanished... almost
Left one crumpled statement stuck to my coat~
Merry Debtmas, loser! the fiendish Dickens ghost wrote.
When the ability to write manifested itself among the many learned minds, accounting, and recordkeeping too, had manifested as what has become known to be called, history.
The routine breakdown, and the frequency in some reflective properties via some periodic order post-prehistory, as the assorted is gathered and assembled for review and interpretative insights, thus creating the effects and all that is belonging to that particular portion of history.
Remembering and placing events, people, and places, all of that, sorted out history.
The discoveries that were established, explorations of findings, investigating quests, and figuring out enigmas, such became part of history.
A miscellany of items and artifacts of life during any given period is a form of physical purpose to history.
A common source becomes noticeable and formidable as an organization, a religious order, a political party, a civil association, an action group, or a school recital, whether they be big or small, they are all part of history.
When events present themselves, as to how it is articulated and expressed, the wherefores and whereof, are indicators given to history.
How we treat some exceptional thing, our rendition of it, and our particular point of view, like understanding its artistic values, are intricate matters for the basis of history.
The changing of the nexus, fads, styles, precepts, and concepts; specifically, for this writing, nowadays interpretation concerning one's gender, meaning, 'Herstory' too, makes history.
Colorless Confessional
It was as if time had resisted capture
hid its most precious commodities
averted its eyes lest you see into its soul
withheld all but the extremes of color
Everything became a negative reflection
black on white, white on black
variations of both accounting for contrast
allowing the moment to be stolen
There would be future arguments
regarding what color the dress was,
why Mom always had on the same housecoat,
where was Dad when they took the pictures
Time’s reluctant moment would pierce the future
prick deeply the longings of our hearts,
elicit laughter – and tears – intermingling
remind us that we too had been young
The old camera, the canisters, the leather case
the eye that captured a moment of life
offering it to us - as a window
into our future.
John G. Lawless
3/1/2015
Is pizza a breakfast food? Damn right it is!
It'll soon be on IHOP's menu
They'll have an item called “Pizza Benedict”
Topped with a sweet syrupy goo!
If you haven't tried it, don't go “eeeew”
It'll put hair on your chest for sure
You ladies will need a depilatory cream
For us guys, it'll add some allure
Bacon Temptation Omelette's a favourite
But when served on a pizza crust
It'll be one of IHOP's popular items
Pizza flavoured hash browns are a must
There's no accounting for people's tastes
Elsewhere, they must think we're nuts
Pizza is a real staple where we live
Probably why we have such big guts
Is pizza a breakfast food? Damn right it is!
The yummiest breakfast food going
With bacon and eggs and pizza sauce
My love for this dish is overflowing!
As a chemical engineer I know
The streamlines of fluid flow
The laws of mass and energy
And the reactions behind chemistry
Material balances begin the journey
Accounting mass even from chimney
Energy balances complete the basic design
The feasibility is ready to sign or resign
I admire the catalyst's art
Making slow reactions go fast
I control process with care
Keeping plant safe while flare.
Heat transfer helps conserve energy
And thermodynamics improving exergy
Mass Transfer improving separation
With high quality appreciation
Distillation, Mixing, and Reactors too,
Are essential tools for all I do.
From oil and gas to food and glass
Chemical engineers make products high class
From desalination to cleaner air
I engineer solutions everywhere
Protecting people, the land, and the ocean
Through safe chemical plant operation
And last but not the least
Economics is a major beast
No matter a chemical process large or small
Behind it chemical engineers stand tall
*Image of Julius Caesar by QDT.
The Ides of March
Spun spells pummel our Earth ... as a Sun scanned absence swallow,
vacuumed blues taxes light once deemed eternal ... plus righteousness,
escapism from existence ... edges evacuation,
Birth ere the latter days ... ventured the laurels that were Rome,
the incarnation of iniquity ... masquerade innocence,
like clovers and thistles ... lure eyes above the common grass,
Furtherance besought ... midst tossed bone for multi contentment,
parades that paralyze souls ... usurp minds to sweeping abandon,
celebratory hails the seasoned ... emblem of power,
The gods and goddesses' palms of warring pulse ... 'tis peacetime,
nonetheless ... tributes adorn the temples of Mars in abundance,
'tis time of awash hands of mere grimes ... toxic suffers freely,
Citizens housed upon Palatine ... the triumphant hill,
felicitations honorable legions ... protectors of Rome,
promissory constants ... declared Remus per Romulus,
Roman Senate played a chess game ... Caesar kept them in check,
every move was scrutinized ... made vulnerable and powerless,
autocracy trumps democracy ... seeds gangocracy,
Plans are planted within plans ... schemes are shrouded inside schemes,
the beast entrails read ominously ... Spurina forewarns the marked,
timely debts to be paid in full ... matters to be settled,
At the Courts of Pompey ... the assembly awaits for him,
armorless donning senatorial garb ... metals pierce a man,
till mute ... last recalls *haruspex, "Beware the Ides of March".
*Haruspex; reading of omens from the entrails of sacrificed animals. The subject of Shakespeare's title play came from his thorough accounting of Plutarch's writings.
2022 March 30
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 11
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 April 22
*HMS; 14,16,14 syllables per x 8 stanzas
How are you going to do it?
How do you weigh the Infinite?
How do you measure the Absolute?
How do you test the IQ of Omniscience?
Would you measure God for a suit?
Would you ask His age,or how much
money He has in the Bank of Heaven?
What about race, or His education?
What are His interests, likes or dislikes,
pet peeves, political opinions? Or
maybe you want to ask just one thing
only: What are His dreams, His loves?
Only you humans would ask God such,
only you would try to scale Divinity,
only you can breed such arrogance--
the tiger burning bright asks for no
accounting, nor does the deer as it's
slain, nor the eagle as it soars nor
the reptile as it slithers--but YOU
do, you creature of singular gifts!
You want to take the measure of
the Creator, though you've been
told you're made in His image,
something not told to the lion
or the polar bear or the butterfly
and still you want to measure Him....
But why?
Why must you always try put
God...in...a...box?
You made untold numbers of idols,
all reflecting your vanity, not His.
And then when He came to you as
one of you, a human being, what did
you do? You could not understand
how God could speak so simple and
true, you could not grasp what He
offered you, and so, you killed Him.
A few of the wisest of you knew,
knew it was never God you tested,
never God you wanted to take hold of,
never God you wanted to understand:
It was you all along you wanted to see,
that thing called a soul, which you both
doubted and longed for, that thing even
death could not harm, that Being of Air
and Light you saw in the Man crucified....
[rec'd n/a in Brian Strand's New Contest #8, August, 2020]