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Making time to go back in Time,
Will get back what was thought lost for all Time.
Time after time,
When I have listened to my inner voice,
My guardian Angel,
Who works over time,
And I have gone back in Time,
To retrieve items
when others said I was wasting my Time,
That the item was lost for all Time.
Only two days ago,
My Guardian Angel alerted me in Time,
To retrieve my wallet before I lost it for all Time,
So back in time I did go,
To the bus stop Seat,
To find my wallet on that very seat,
Something others thought an impossible feat.
I do hope you have taken the time,
To go over very line,
I have written down for all Time
So you next Time,
You think an item lost for all Time,
You will remember in Time,
My poem on making the Time,
To go back in time,
To avoid standing in line,
To report your crime,,
Of failing to go back in time.
January 14 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 41-42
Key Verse– Genesis 41:16 And Joseph answered Pharaoh, saying, It is not in me: God shall give Pharaoh an answer of peace.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO GIVES US AN ANSWER OF PEACE
Praise be to God for giving us an answer of peace that is:
Favourable and well-favoured
Full and wisely-filled
Flowing and worthily faithful
Genesis 41:38 Praise be to the Lord for the indwelling of His Spirit so we are:
Awakened spiritually for salvation
Answered Scripturally with solidity
Affirmed sovereignly by His sanctification-seal
Apprehended seriously against sinfulness
Assured steadfastly toward service
Assisted safely along stewardship
Alerted sensitively in our selfishness
Genesis 42:18 Praise be to the Almighty for letting us fear Him reverentially against:
Mischief-befalling
Money-burden
Message-blowing
Ministry-belittling
Genesis 42:21 Praise be to the Saviour for responding to us when we beseech for His:
Cleansing for our conscience-guilt
Comfort for our soul’s anguish
Compassion for our spirit’s distress
Consolation for our heart’s frustration
Care for our faith’s failure
Correction for our mind’s doubt
Cheer for our countenance-sorrow. Amen!
January 14, 2024
Sandburg saw you
more than a century ago
in prairie-town Galesburg -
an old lady on the porch -
unbothered by the whooping cries
of ball-playing boys.
Strangely, you had become a missing piece
in the jigsaw puzzle of my life
and I found myself on a quest to find you.
A caption to a missing image alerted me -
followed by a tale
of deleted files and
hard drive crashes
until a reply
from a Knoxville college -
they had a picture of you!
A beggared five dollars later
your image arrived,
and I shared you with the world-
so that everyone may know
the face of the woman who taught us
the importance of little things.
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Julia Carney (1823-1908) is the author of "Little drops of Water".
Late into night we sat together to plan the vacation
My husband mentioned an exotic hill station
To which he had been once and had a great time
But my sons preferred another spot fit for adventure
Having entered no amicable settlement
We decided to stop the discussion for the time being
And do some Google search the next day
And went to bed with plans still haunting me
Don’t know when I slipped into a dream
And in my dream I sailed far away over the tame waters
Of a tranquil bay and landed in a magic isle
Never set foot before by anyone alive
A pleasant retreat of birds and beasts
Far removed from world’s dust and heat
A fantasy land with a magic spell
Hidden away at Nature’s veiled breast
The sky was rent with songs of birds
The air, smelling of odors sweet
Here and there were exotic blooms
Bulrush, Blue bells and Lavenders fresh
I roamed frivolously from end to end
Of that enchanted land of idyllic charm
With twining creepers and silken grass
Proclaiming aloud of a perennial spring
My heart leaped in euphoric delight
My senses alerted in ecstatic thrill
My feet moved in an explorer’s gait
After the treasures stashed in its caverns deep
I rambled relentlessly through untrodden paths
Feasting on the marvels, my eyes could catch
Arching trees framing a leafy roof
And fruits, ripe and raw, hanging from every bough
As I tiptoed to pluck the fruits hanging from a bough
My hubby suddenly asked what was wrong
Waking up from my sleep, I realized with a smile
That I have been on my long planned dream vacation
March.16. 2022
My Dream Vacation Poetry Contest
Sponsor- L Milton Hankins
BEING IN HOSPITAL WITH A LOVED ONE YOUR MIND RACES OF COURSE AS YOU ARE WATCHING THEM DISAPPEAR OF COURSE YOU STAY IN PRAYER READING MAGAZINES FIR ME I ALWAYS CALL MY MOM MY SISTERS MY GROWN DAUGHTER AFRAID BUT GRATEFUL THE PATIENT IS SLEEPING QUIETLY YOU THINK YOU ARE ALONE BUT YOU ARE NOT YOU GET UP TO GOT TO THE BATHROOM NOT TO DISTURB THE PATIENT TO TALK TO LOVED ONES CALLING LONG DISTANCE CONCERNED OF COURSE ONCE I TELL THEM THE PATIENT IS RESTING HEAVILY MEDICATED IN A MEDICALLY INDUCED COMA NOTHING WE COULD DO EXCEPT WAIT IT'S SOOTHING KNOWING I WASN'T ALONE SO HELPLESS BUT SO VERY HAPPY YOU CAN ALEAST USE HOSPICE PRIVATE PHONES TO REACH OUT TO LOVED ONE SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU ARE ABLE TO ATLEAST LAUGH TAKE YOUR MIND OFF THE PATIENT WHEN TERROR A BREACH JANITOR ACTUALLY EAVEDROPPING FROM ANOTHER ROOM USING A GLASS SOMETHING OUT OF OUR GANG IN COMEDY THIS JANITOR LISTENING TO. Y MOTHER LAUGHING MY DAUGHTERS JOKES MY.LAUGHTER MY SISTERS PRIVATE CONVERSATION STAFF ALERTED PATIENTS FAMILY TO WATCH OUT FOR THIS SERIAL EAVESDROPPER GOD ONLY KNOWS MEDICAL INFORMATION BUT TO ACTUALLY LISTENING TO PATIENTS IN BATHROOMS TALKING ON THE PHONE STUNNED YES WAS MY LOVED ONE SAFE HERE ARE WE SAFE VISITING KNOW SOME ONE ACTUALLY HAS A GLASS TO HEAR PRIVATE PHONE CONVERSATIONS WE MOVED TO THE MEMORY CARE CENTER THEY HAD MUCH MORE RESPECT FOR PATIENTS AND THEIR FAMILIES MY LIVED ONE WAS FINALLY SAFE IN A PRIVATE ROOM WHERE NO ONE PUT GLASSES UP TO WALL TO HEAR PRIVATE PHONES CALLS I LOVE TALKING WITH MY MOTHER MY SISTER MY DAUGHTERS ALLDAY WE CAN TALK AND LAUGH ABOUT ANYTHING THE JANITOR EAVESDROPPING WITH GLASSES ON HOSPICE PATIENTS AND THEIR FAMILIES PHONE CALLS UNTHINKABLE THE JANITORS WERE REMOVED MY FAMILY WAS SAFE BECAREFUL IN HOSPICE CARE WATCH FOR GLASSES ON WALLS FROM OTHER ROOMS BROOM CLOSETS BATHROOMS PROTECT YOUR PRIVACY HIPPA LAWS ARE DEFINITELY IN PLACE PRIVACY ACT
WRITTEN BY YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
The Sun’s Out
the bleat of the stressed fawn
alerted the forest to its presence
a dappled dalliance and shifting winds
had separated her from the doe’s scent.
a subtle silence caused all eyes to shift
predators scanned horizons, sniffed pungent breezes
prey froze in place, ears cocked, listening
for that soundless sound of wing or claw.
the forest exhaled, rippling leaves
called the class back to order
brooks babbled in the back of the wood
bells chimed in a distant tower as bats slept
a cocoon split, winged beauty breathed and flew
fanning the wonder of a dandelion armada
hanging in an ice blue sky – a masterpiece
circling the dappled death of dawn.
5/19/2016
submitted to – The sun is out – Poetry Contest
sponsor – C T
In the saloon gambler Milton, rose from his leather chair to speak
And said we need to make changes for the good of Soup Creek
He read all the meaningful proposals to the townsfolk out loud
And those meaningful proposals were well received by the crowd.
A stranger sat in the corner looked like he'd just got outta bed
Stood up and disagreed with everything Milton had said
He'd totally misunderstood Milton's honourable intention
The situation became tense and you could feel the tension.
There was an icy deadly silence then over by the far corner
Stood saloon girl Jenna looking mean, and cradling a Winchester
There was a mad stampede, as folks tried to get out the door
The stranger carried on ranting and at gambler Milton he swore.
Someone had alerted Sheriff Koplin and he was soon on his way
Then entered the saloon approaching the stranger, and had this to say
"Soup Creek is a very peaceful town and we aim to keep it that way
And if you don't like how we run things then you'd best be on your way"
Then from the back door of the saloon, entered four other deputies
Dave the Texas ranger, saloon girl Tania and the blacksmith called Rees
Undertaker Tom needed business, he was hoping the stranger they'd kill
And then headed off with a pick and shovel, to his office at Boot Hill.
The stranger was outnumbered and knew he wouldn't win
And handed the Sheriff his gun who said "I'm taking you in"
The Sheriff at gunpoint walked the stranger over to the jail
And told him" I'm locking you up and don't think about bail"
Meanwhile Tom up at Boot Hill was sweating digging a grave
Then heard someone hollering it was the Texas ranger Dave
Tom looked up and Dave told him "you won't be needed today
But Sheriff Koplin is generous and you'll still get your days pay"
"Gambler Milton is in the saloon later and he's holding a big party"
Tom threw his shovel in the grave and said "sounds good to me "
They both mounted their horses and then headed back to town
And they arrived back in Soup Creek as the sun was going down.
Written 16th August 2022
From the lofty snowcapped peaks
of Kilimanjaro
The morning mist envelopes its verdant foothills in a tight embrace,
No need to hurry, this is not a race,
Beads of sunlight dancing across the glistening dew.
As the plains of Amboseli reveal their golden hue,
There's movement spied where none existed moments prior,
A herd of Zebra lounging in their elegant attire,
The lush grasslands beckoning them for yet another day.
The few Wildebeest amongst them if only they could talk they'd say,
We're happy to be safe in this weird and motley crowd,
Despite the fact these Zebras are so boisterous and loud,
What's a little banter when the promise is of grazing in contented peace.
Double is their luck as the pert Egyptian geese
Act as wary Sentinels, their honks resounding loud,
Alerted by the pride of crouching lions, their countenance so proud,
Scouting for that meal for their young to feed.
A Wildebeest or two would fill those hunger pangs indeed,
Were it not for those Hyenas prowling on their scent,
To steal their hard-fought prize definitely hell bent,
Neither party cowered, neither will give
ground.
But what's a little tiff when prey does so abound,
A fragile land of bounty, God's country that's for sure,
Where every single creature finds ways to gainfully endure,
Africa in all its glory, nature’s living work of art.
Dogs dogmatically guard the home
Sounding the alarm with a growling bark
As owners are alerted to the threat
Miscreants flee into the dark
Cats are categorically useful too
Their mouse-tracking skills renowned
When a feline is prowling on patrol
Rodents scurry underground
But rabbits are a tougher sell
Their herbivore hunting skills quite moot
Unable to save the day or keep vermin at bay
They mostly sit there looking cute
Rabbits are thin-skinned as well
There's one faux pas you must not commit
Please do not call them rodents
Order Lagomorpha is where they fit
Why then do we delight in ours
The doe we call simply “Bunny” ?
It's cuz her antics provide comic relief
When she yawns it looks so funny
Bunny blithely flips her little plate
A curt review of pet shop food
She’s holding out for blueberries or kale
Depending on her mood
Baby carrots and parsley sprigs
Make for a tasty Bunny lunch
She regales us with her table talk:
Munchity, crunchity, crunch
After a hard day’s work, I come home
To my gray-and-white-furred friend
She’ll run to be picked up and petted
And my stresses are at an end
Yes, Bunny is priceless to us
And she certainly earns her keep
Familial duties done for the day
On a little throw pillow she falls asleep
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for contest: Furry Friend
Sponsored by: Royal T
Twas the Eve of this Christmas,
We were traveling far,
When in the dark sky
I noticed a bright shining star.
I imagined the Manger,
Where Jesus was born,
Were alerted to danger
As the road signs did warn.
The bright star we followed,
Far above in the night
In my mind’s eye saw Shepherds,
And Three Kings giving us light .
Listening to joyful Carols,
Each one we both sung,
As we neared our destination,
Heard church bells being rung.
We noticed a small church,
Standing all on it’s own
A midnight mass in progress,
Singing heard from it’s dome.
We went in and watched,
A nativity in play,
The Christ child was born
It is now Christmas Day.
Competition Entry
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Date 2021/12/30