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Ignorance is a rhyme without a soul, an art fading into slow oblivion,
like fallen tulips swirling through captive rays of a weary sun,
amidst hot sighs tearing through the deafening silence of the evening,
and they are more than the burning thorns of a phoenix rose moon,
infused in scarlet elixirs of an enchanted dusk weaving its silent spell,
braiding love into golden glimmers, among double scales of blazing flames,
burning my velvety heart and asking, could you be the galactic gardener,
the one who waters my weary spirit, when I am but a simple memory,
tangled in vengeful vines of vanity that choke and smother,
for I have a voice and sing with the grace of garnet amidst ignorant silence...
If tomorrow you feel my heartbeat among old and forgotten verses,
of a scentless sonnet, long erased and lost in the mists of time,
remember that I am the silk and the sage, the untamed silhouette of a flower,
a gentle flower that refuses to breathe in the ossuary of withered petals and dreams,
wrinkled and ostracized dreams by the thorns of prejudice and unrefined ink,
which sting the soft stems facing cyclones of greed and arrogance,
spinning in circles of pure and dazzling vanity that know no bounds...
Tonight, I follow the warmth of the hyacinth, of unwavering and burning desire,
drawing bloody smoke of love with a thread of winged and fragile gossamer,
tied to the fragrant roots of horizons untouched by shadows,
as I craft promises of petrichor along the spine of a nocturnal garden,
where handmade wreaths of hope and faith feel softer,
softer than the moonlight that caresses and soothes the bare soul,
while my heart resembles a maternal bouquet of burgundy happiness,
a woman who does not heed misogynistic mantras, but follows her own path.
The day surprised me
tiptoed in on warm autumn breezes
that slipped in an out the leaved trees
floating down like winged butterfly chains
crunchy and wrinkled from the lack of rain
sliding in on clouds without a hint of change;
autumn rustled light upon the earthen forms
with browning grass and fading blossoms torn
and birds gathering in-flight prep migrating winter storms;
along the garden edge,
bulbs slept in their deepened beds
and the dried and thirsting ground
held spring's new bounty to be later found;
summer gave up its burn as it slipped away
outrunning sun and moon of longer to shorter days
to rest immersed
in cloud burst
with winter fantasies reborn.
The Best Year of My Life
By Franklin Price
07/06/2022
I spent the year of sixty-eight in Vietnam to be at war
I wonder as the years are passing, what we there, were fighting for
It wasn't for my marriage. Received “Dear John” on April Fool.
She did not care to wait for me. Someone else was in the pool.
She waited 'til November, before filing for divorce,
To continue her allotment that was spousal then, of course
The days passed by. The nights did too. Then the New Year came along
I caught the Freedom Bird for home, where I, no longer, did belong.
I mustered out in Washington to begin a brand new life
The divorce was finally final. I no longer had a wife
The year was nineteen sixty-nine. My best year had just begun.
Out of all the years, I've lived on earth, it was the best. It was the one
I found a job at KSC. I needed work, and money soon.
In July, I helped make history. We sent a man up to the moon
At the time, I did not know it. I had met my mate for life
She worked at the Center also and was someone else's wife
He was unfaithful, cheated on her, even with a newborn child.
To see this happen to her, drove me crazy, made me wild
Soon they were separated and I offered her my shoulder
Our friendship grew to more than that. My intentions grew much bolder
When their divorce was finally final, she was my lover and my friend.
By November we were married and we would be to the end.
Her child became my daughter. Had not married one but two
I am the father who helped raise her, was the thing for me to do
She has two children of her own. They both make me so proud
The oldest has our first great grand. You can hear me cheer out loud.
I lost my wife in January, this year is twenty twenty-two
Never got to see our great grand son; thinking of that makes me blue
He was born in February. She was watching from above.
She thought so much of family. She was sending down her love.
More than fifty years of happiness were spent on this earth together
Through the good times and the bad times, through the fair and stormy weather
She made my life the happiest, when she said yes, and took my ring
If I could do it all again, I would not change a single thing
For life is what God gives us. I pray to him that you concur.
He will guide me,'til He takes me, And I'll again be seeing her.
And arose whence Tagoreweb nature 154
And arose whence
Up she goes and arose whence a misfit
My thyme rosemary and my bay leaf delight leaves a pulpit
A patsy outskirt arose a pinnacle up to zenith sky underneath Bethlehem
A fanciful misfit hue staid in outspoken twilight until alone Eden sank in grief grieving for a leaf
A fanciful Myst of a song soared along the flight of a mundane delight upon a cosmos and a white lily
A sunlit raisin croon and the flight of the song a spell along , o'er the mundane and the cosmic hymn
Up she goes!
And arose whence a soul kindled a verse and the fanciful basilica temple as kismet wills on in wilmette and in jolene!
Ingratitude
Tagoreweb
Raga : Behug- Keertan
Taal: Dadra
Composition time (Bangla) : 1328
Composition(After Christ) : 1921
Composition place : Shantiniketan
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2026
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You thought you were a big wheel in a big town
But your just a small wheel in a small town
We just keep rolling along when you're not around
Please put your right foot forward
Think of how easy it is now when you can believe it is just white wash
When you finally discover how amazing life is with time now as a certain enemy
With all the Kings Horses
All the Kings men
Gathered together to put our World back together again
Our glory is the difference we made
What is survival seems to deal
Causes riffs in the fabric of God
As time has passed me by
By another stop sign
This one keeps me stopped for 6 or 7 years
I sent Angels and Cherubs.to do your devine temple
What happens happens especially in Los Vegas
I am tortured from the beliefs of others
Iam tortured because of my beliefs
Tradition a tactic of the immortals
How many people have listened to the Angels or denied a freedom which has no price no promise
One day there will be no moral judgements
Good will be bad
Bad will be good
I was hitchhiking home to Dayton
From my Columbus college dorm
It was an early winter’s morning
I layered my clothes to stay warm
I stood on the ramp to the highway
Watching early commuters pass me by
I tried to look innocent and harmless
As the drivers avoided my pleading eye
About a hundred yards up ahead
The car pulled over to the side
When I saw the backup lights come on
I knew I finally had my first ride
She was only about thirty or so
But to a college kid that’s old
The red circles that surrounded her eyes
Of a crying story they told
She looked too scared to be doing this
I was too cold not to accept
So I threw my pack in the back seat door
And into the front I slowly crept
She said, “Where are you going to
And why are you out here with your thumb
Hitchhiking is oh so dangerous
Especially for a boy who is so young”
I said, “I’m going all the way to Dayton
And, I think I’ll be just fine
I do this fairly often
To pick me up you are so kind”
She headed west down I-70
Without saying how far she’d go
Outside it was getting blustery
And the skies started to snow
As we were coming up to Springfield
The roads were getting rough
It was approaching blizzard conditions
And the driving was getting tough
I watched tears escape down each of her cheeks
As silently we crept along
The radio had never been turned on
And the wind was our only song
She sobbed, “I was hoping to get you home alright
But I think that we must stop
I am going to get off of this exit
Maybe with another driver you can hop”
We pulled into a Restaurant
Where she offered to buy me lunch
I thought she needed to tell her story
Or at least that was my hunch
I heard a story full of loneliness
A story of torment and abuse
A story of a wife who was running away
Picking up a hitchhiker was a good excuse
The blizzard continued to get worse
The roads were now shut down
We got a room in the hotel across the street
On the outskirts of the town
I won’t say what happened that evening
But I hitchhiked back to Columbus when the storm did break
I never did quite make it home that week
During the Blizzard of ‘78
..............I could write you
...................poetic images
...............that would make
............other women drool.
...............Speak of sunsets
...........wired, computerized
....................................to
.....................................P
...................................PU
..............................PULSE
............ ...to the rhythm of
.........your striking features
B............Build you a ladder
.............from light, that we
..............could climb to the
..............gates of euphoria.
..............Tell you that they
.............named it after you
E..........................Ecstasy.
............I could and I would
.........but I know you better
.......... ....than that. I know
.....................what you like.
.........................I can taste
..............it on my buds. You
....................want a man of
......................simple words
..................spun from truth.
A.........A man that will never
.........run out on you. A man
..............that when you hold
......................is steady and
.............rooted. I am steady
..............and rooted but also,
...........I am in love with you.
U............Not by the waterfall
.........or against the light of a
..........full moon. Not walking
...................along the beach
....................while the ocean
..............whispers in my ears.
............. I love you first thing
.......even on a dingy morning.
........................I love you on
...........evenings when it is so
.........cloudy there is not even
................one star in the sky.
........It is just dark. I love you
.........when we're on separate
.......couches reading different
.......books. When we're alone
...........or together in a crowd
.......I love you from the other
........side of the room. On the
.......first floor when you're on
....the twenty third. When you
.....have a cold and even more
........when you are sicker still.
T.....The simple truth is you're
.........stuck with me from now
.............to eternity........why?
Y.................because the best
............part about you is that
.........I know you love me too.
01~22~2015
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Contest: Hidden Beauty
I took a casual stroll through the local cemetery the other day,
Looking for interesting epitaphs and to pay my respects along the way.
Many stones were simply etched with names and dates of death and birth.
Others contained tales of sad demise, yet others of perky mirth.
"Here lies Clyde now expired,
Another man's wife Clyde desired.
The man pierced Clyde's ticker with a knife,
Thereby making a widow of Clyde's wife!"
"I now own this little plot of land,
And as such I make this firm demand:
As nigh my hallowed grave you pass,
Please keep off the cotton pickin' grass!"
"Scuba diver Marty came to grief,
As he was tooling 'round a Bermuda reef.
He was having himself a carefree lark,
'Til he encountered a ravenous shark!"
"Here sleeps Sergeant Major Cooper,
A brave Fifth Cavalry trooper.
It was just his bad luck,
That when arrows flew he failed to duck!"
"Herein lies trucker Don who failed to swerve,
Speeding 'round a mountain curve.
His semi sailed o'er the precipitous edge,
Landing at the foot of a thousand foot ledge!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
I’m a woman, never claimed to be flawless
Stretch marks, I’m not skinny, I’m not absolute
At one time I have lived my life lawless
Never have I been perfect this I won’t refute
I’m only human and age is creeping
Scars galore from past struggles
Open minded but stubbornness is seeping
Experiences many, never lived in a bubble
But for all my faults I am in control
My life and my ways may contradict
A good heart and I am giving, keeps me whole
When it comes to my words at time they conflict
Experienced love, happiness and pain
Heartache, the joy of giving birth
Loss of a child, abuse left me feeling drained
All gave me my undeniable sense of worth
I believe we all have the right to express
Never claimed to get along with all
I don’t like the drama yes this I confess
If a friend and hurt I would always call
All I’ve been through, others have seen more
How jealousy kills relationships you see
I learned to appreciate differences before
I avoid others that with me will disagree
I never claimed that I’m the very best
Yet to the pleasure of words I am drawn
With all that I’ve just admitted I guess
either take me or leave me, life goes on
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April 11 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 1-5
Key Verse –1Chronicles 4:10 And Jabez called on the God of Israel, saying, Oh that thou wouldest bless me indeed, and enlarge my coast, and that thine hand might be with me, and that thou wouldest keep me from evil, that it may not grieve me! And God granted him that which he requested.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY REQUEST BLESSED GRANTER
Lord God, You are my request blessed Granter for my ministry-function
Thank You for reigning over my devotion
You are Whom I should trust along Your truth-foundation
While You revive me midst service-devotion.
Lord God, You are my request blessed Granter for my faith-height
Thank You for pardoning my transgression-blight
You are Whom I should depend on, abiding in Your light
While You enclose me inside Your compassion-delight.
Lord God, You are my request blessed Granter for my stewardship-years
Thank You for caring for my well-being midst sorrows’ tears
You are Whom I should honour against irrational fears
While You enlarge my coast along faithful stewardship-gears.
Lord God, You are my request blessed Granter for my prayer-fervency
Thank You for bearing up soul with Your mercy
You are Whom I should seek to practice consistency
While You uphold me midst Your loving persistency.
Lord God, You are my request blessed Granter for my sickness-healing
Thank You for stretching my patience along Your kind dealing
You are Whom I should submit to with heart that’s willing
While You assure me within Your security-sealing.
Lord God, You are my request blessed Granter for my fellowship-gesture
Thank You for transforming for virtuous posture
You are Whom I should appreciate for leading me to provision-pasture
While You propel me toward victorious giving venture.
Lord God, You are my request blessed Granter for my discipleship-fruitfulness
Thank You for teaching me with Your wisdom’s steadfastness
You are Whom I should seek against unbelief and doubtfulness
While You help me overcome attacks of slothfulness.
April 11, 2023