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Perhaps somewhere in a third world country,
or even in an American city somewhere near you,
there's a family short on cash, short on food, short on hope.
There are no chestnuts roasting in their open flame,
and they are not dreaming of a white Christmas.
On any given day or night, be it Christmas or not,
their lives are filled with pillage, poverty, and plunder.
Their humble abode is a shack in a war-torn village.
Their place of refuge is terror-filled among rival gangs.
She wipes her tear-drenched face and hides the pains.
Nothing is bright, and most things are sad and unsightly.
Their nights are mostly dark and neither silent nor holy.
Violence and fear constantly rule their streets,
and merry is a rare day when there's food to eat.
They have fallen between the cracks and all they
see all year, day in and day out is a life of lack.
There are no Toys for Tots in their home town,
and jingle bell songs never make a single sound.
All of their four children perished on Christmas Day.
Suddenly, an earthquake hit and took their lives away.
They have heard of The Christ Child and their hope is alive.
They don't ask for much and never blame God for anything.
121619PoSoupContest, The Darker Side of Christmas, Richard Lamoureux
Contest 2, Second Chance,(Dark Side of Christmas)Richard Lamoureux.2P
A familiar dawn of dull and sunless sky
the inconstant rattle of unlocked door, which
plays a backbeat to the buzz of dying fly.
A breath of wind blows a high, discordant pitch;
wildly rings a wind bell on a porch nearby.
I should have repaired the door a while ago
before it and I became unhinged, beside
the thing solely clatters when North Easters blow.
It’s so very nearly time to step aside;
let others tend to the house, the garden mow.
And yet, some dawns are born splendid sapphire blue
the backbeat buzz, then a rhythm of devouring
melodies we made together, me and you.
The sweet memories of passion flowering
wildly consummated in one morning’s dew.
A familiar dawn of dull and sunless sky,
the harsh singing of a curlew overhead
a Roggenwolf stealing from a field of rye
and wild wind that whistles past now empty bed;
also rings a wind bell on a porch nearby.
She thinks she can and chugs along where vistas dip and swell;
A rush of steam, a puff of smoke, a whistle and a bell.
Gonna buy me a haircut and polish up my boots
When that pretty little engine comes to town.
The miles speak more of landmarks passed than merely distance run;
The hiss and clatter, music gained, not quietude undone.
Gonna tune me a banjo and play it in the pines
When that pretty little engine comes to town.
She thinks she can, and so she does and rolls across the land.
Her brakes might squeak like nails on slate, but stop her on command.
Gonna grab me a ticket and really go in style
When that pretty little engine comes to town.
Celestial music rings,
riding waves,
in the ethers.
every note,
of every song,
does its aerial dance.
As voices in prayer dance;
reverberating rings,
echo each soul’s song;
upon Etheric waves.
Every note,
a precious gift on the ethers.
Souls ride the ethers;
swirling, twirling, they dance.
The resonance, rings every note,
like a bell rings
out upon the waves
of air, to build a sacred song.
Spirit songs,
on the ethers;
oike ocean waves,
in celebratory dance;
play celestial scales and bells ring
out each precious note.
Each bell-like note,
echoes its own set of songs,
like church bells ring
through the heavenly ethers.
All life will dance
upon those heavenly waves.
Earths ocean, womb-waves;
swirl and sway to every celestial note.
Back and forth they dance;
in rhythm to the songs,
as upon the ethers;
the music of life rings.
Hear the ring, on the waves.
Ride the ethers and become one with each note.
Absorb life’s song and with all life…dance!
Originally Written: 3-2014
The year ends with the Christmas time,
freezing in the festive December air,
as the sun-soaked days fade out
at the glacial edge of the lasting night.
The celebration panorama draped with stellar dust
will glitter with the luster of grandeur,
as the star will descend in our enthralled hearts,
that will gleam bright in the divine light.
The melody of church bell and carol will hover
in the air from afar with heavenly flair,
herald once again His arrival amongst us
with the benign message of benevolence.
The portals of our minds will open to insight,
perceive the essence of His kindness,
filling up the cauldron of devotion,
we’ll empty for Him from our devout souls.
The sinned will be saved by His munificence,
shimmering in the star of the ornate fir tree,
that will glitter with the radiance of kinship,
inspiring us with the tenets of Christmas spirit.
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December 9, 2022
Contest : Christmas Spirit
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
A lot can change in 10 years,
Especially in the reliability of your plumbing,
When it comes to flushing out your system,
In preparation for a Colonoscopy.
My first while a bit of a mission,
The pipes were soon running clear,
To the satisfaction of both doctor and colour chart
As instructions followed to the letter,
Liquid intake measured to the last millilitre,
All introduced to the pipes at the specified times,
Result, smiles all round,
The Doctor not late for golf,
The nurse not needing to check the colour first hand,
And the patient not suffering too much, for want of,
First coffee of the day.
Fast forward 10 years,
Pipes getting a bit rusty,
Flushing more of a chore,
Instructions still followed to letter,
But on arrival,
Doctors and Nurses faces sympathetic,
As more flushing required,
Colonoscopy on hold til colour of outflow,
Matching that on chart,
Now it was Drink,
Walk,
Go, but don't flush,
Ring the bell,
Wait for the nurse,
Repeat until colour match found.
After 4 repeat performances,
Success,
A matching colour found,
With five minutes to spare.
My first coffee of the day now in sight,
I say goodbye to those who, shared my plight,
Of drinking,
Walking,
Going but not flushing,
Ringing the bell,
And waiting for the nurse.
As I await my biopsy results,
I can't help but smile,
As I think about all the laughter,
And corny jokes that kept flowing,
Between flushes,
But then I guess you needed to be there,
Or have watched the Carry on Doctor Movies.
Baritone · Bass · Cadenza
narrated by the Mezzo-soprano (The Meddler)
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The Tenor and the Alto are in discussions of there relationship the tenor is a bragger who wishes to have his companion pregant. She has a solution that wiull teach him not to brag!
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pursuer-distancer dynamic
Les Temps répussinaires
Dynamique poursuivant-distancié
Love Magnifico
Woman Extrodinario
love Ooh we!
Auh---ooh-ooh!
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---------------“All that we are is the result of what we have thought: it is founded on our thoughts and made up of our thoughts. If a man speak or act with an evil thought, suffering follows him as
the wheel follows the hoof of the beast that draws the wagon.... If a man speak or act with a good
thought, happiness follows him like a shadow that never leaves him.”---------------------------------
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he shall do so if Shire shall donate 2 Hogs
2 Cows
20 chickens
1 barrel of wine
5 gallons of whiskey
2 Whores
5 Saddles
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Staple:Bore"& Bell
One must come to Him for salvation
The first thing that one must do is come to Christ for his salvation, no other person or thing can accomplish .-------------------------------
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Pancake Key
Devine love is not unconditional: but is recipacal:
fortune and fame are viewed as a blessing, not as a
random twist of fate
Neither of personal worth annd devine favor
for wealth to lead to complacency and hubri
that weath is not condemned but maybe a personal trap.
wealth and love are fine when pursued with ethical
integrity.
When your heartbeats drum their message of love.
My heart soars like the birds flying above.
As flashing thunder streaks across dark skies,
I will come swiftly, believe not their lies.
If any would stop me, my rage I’ll display.
Nothing or no one will stand in my way.
True love hath no captor, it must be free.
Our hearts and our love are just meant to be.
So, hold on to faith and be not dismayed,
The last card in this game has not been played.
They ceased control because we’re still young,
Meet me out back when you hear the bell rung.
I’ve bought fast horses, we’ll be on the run,
You’ll be real safe, long as I have my gun.
ROLL ENOUGH PASTRY DOUGH TO MAKE TWENTY TURNOVERS EACH RECIPE
POTATOE TURNOVERS
Two cups of minced bell peppers, red and yellow(one cup each). Two cups of green onions. Quarter cup of minced garlic,two cups of cooked chopped bacon.three cups of sour cream,two cups of feta,ten cups of mashed potatoes and six eggs.
GRIT AND BEEF TURNOVER
cups of shredded beef,two cups of roasted asparagus,one cup of parmesan cheese ,two cups of Swiss cheese,one cup of red onion,quarter cup of sunflower seeds,one cup of yellow bell pepper.Quarter cup of olive oil, two tablespoon cayenne pepper,four eggs,, eight cups of cooked grits
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Affenia'sAnnio sauce
In a one quart jar with a lid quarter cup of lemon zest, quarter cup of lime zest.Quarter cup of crushed garlic cloves,quarter cup of red pepper flakes,Ten basil leaves.Quarter cup of extra dry gin.Quarter cup of white wine,half cup of lime juice.half cup of lemon juice.Quarter cup of olive oil,four tablespoons of capers.Put the lid on and shake.Put aside for a day.strain,and measure one cup
Two cups of diced raw chicken,sauteed in butter,one cup of asparagus ,two cups of sliced mushrooms,add the affenia's Annio sauce.Add one and a half cup of heavy cream,one cup of grated Parmigiano-reggiano remove from heat,add to one pound of cooked linguine ,top with green onions.
Twenty-Twenty-Two
Adieu, adieu
Though you pass
Deepest alas
We see you through
With losses true
New Year
Twenty-Twenty-Three
Upon your heals
Replaces thee
We'll hold on tight
Sweet Memory,
Of those we lost;
A mounting cost
Time marches
Speedily.
We say adieu
Remembering you
And those we had
While you were new
Though old Time Square
Drops Apple there
We'll wipe our tears
For bygone years
And with the toll bell of
Midnight....
Another year rolls into
Sight
Adieu
Connie, Rico,
Now, Milton too,
The Soup lost
Much
In loss of you
~BJ~