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"I come to the garden alone"
He is here in this quiet place
"He speaks and the sound of His voice"
Offers peace, hope in my space
"While the dew is still on the roses"
"I come to the garden alone"
The bird in the tree still doses
These moments with Him best known
"I'd stay in the garden with Him"
Though life to me is calling, tomorrow
"I come to the garden alone"
Again, how I want to go slow
"And He tells me I am His own"
His assurance is my capstone
Once more on this another day
"I come to the garden alone"
"In The Garden" Charles A Miles, 1913
DR. PHIL*
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There once was a furry psychologist named Phil,
A doctor whose wit and wisdom gave many a thrill.
Peering over his glasses, he said with a grin,
"Do not fret! Getting old is a win-win,
For now I can nap anytime, of my own free will!"
With a twinkle in his eyes, he spoke of the years,
And how aging can lessen our worries and fears.
"Though my hair thins and turns gray,
And my muscles ache and joints creak all day,
I’ve got many stories to share over pretzels and beers!"
"Listen! Don’t worry if your memory fades,
Or if you need a nurse or medical aide,
For each wrinkle and laugh line you gain,
Is a story of life well lived, not one of pain,
And the best wine is aged! Remember the Rolaids!"
To his adoring fans, he waved ‘goodbye,’ hands in the air,
He spoke of the joys and burdens we older people bear.
“Age is about relishing your remaining time,
Drink it up like a well-aged liqueur or wine,
Savor old age with happiness whilst sitting on your derriere!”
Note: *Phillip Calvin McGraw, better known as Dr. Phil, is an American television personality and author who is best known for hosting the talk show Dr. Phil. He holds a doctorate in clinical psychology. (Source Wikipedia.com)
From diluvial binary code extracted
from white walls lined
the untouchable monastery, the fraction leaked, drifted like
a molted feather
one part
the great machine
one part
flying machine
one part
dove
one part
down to a soil so rich
with language
even heavy reeds challenged words of illiterate change,
an incomplete. But
for how many buttons extracted canary-round’s thread?
Only a father
best known for knowing best in his
walk-away-way delivery could know.
Then there was sky. Clouds rained.
In mud seed took root.
¾ of a weed
grew to knee-high on a grasshopper whispering razz
to filtered soon, and looked:
to the east
there was dark.
to the west
there was late.
Now here is something.
And so it thinks it better to wait for quarter moon.
Golden Boys light years Time Jacks crossbows
The source of regret is sometimes best known by its own remorse
Gords are cheaper to manufacture then glass jars
Fragrance Arura sight sound taste hear feel speak
Pronounce the Miracle as it is performed
Drains the rain as its poured down
Kinetic Energy Telekinesis levitation strong pulls
Omens dreams vision The Spirit is no greater than its DEliverance my sons
Hostess night caps A prideful man boast more
Legends give hope so that all men may learn from them
Stories are more than just passed down they are lived only for a moment
IMagine memorize overcome the spells she has casted on those
Numbers add up sometimes if they don't than go slow
Memories of childhood haunt most of us because the pulls often last longer
Virtual reality is a comparison too that often called Ghost ghouls
Westernly southbound points to the North Pole
Leaning towards the battle zone endurance is what we pray for
"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
As I lay myself in deep surrender
I see the stars twinkiling above
and feel the chill of darkness descending
as mists gather like a shroud.
I feel the rustle of the grass as the wind gently caresses them
in its gentle passing
and remember you my love and of the furtive times we met
in shadowed streets and parks
whispering sweet nothings
and sealing our promises of forevermore with sweet kisses.
I hear the distant roll of the drums
pronouncing a victory of sorts - a knell more likely
for a fallen one sacrificed for a cause best known
by those sitting at distant desks
dishing out ciphered orders to do or die.
So here I lie waiting in vain for a roll call somewhere
to read out my name among the missing
and post-haste to recover what remains of me.
So in the meantime, with ebbing heart
I dream of you, my love, and the times we met
cherishing moments we shared.
Peace descends as I surrender to your thought
and commend my soul - even as I listen to the warm.
~11 May 2016~
Just missed the contest
Inside, where I am best known
For the music I preach, the silence
The peace – the breath of grace
Inspiration that stays alive because
I know what it means to believe…
Inside of me – there is a memory
So kind and sweet, like the color breathed
In light, soft and gentle, sensing the
Hope that comes to life because I can see
You are that moment, that precious seed
Planted by the hand who guides me,
The One who abides with me, comforting
Every fear, erasing all my tears, stirring
The laughter that brings me through
Inside of me – there is a piece of you,
My friend, my companion – the reason
I can see through the mystery into the secret
Dream, the memory of you and me…
Brave and young, like the stardust glitter
Sprinkled across the night, brilliant and alive
Scattering poetry that brings the heart
From darkness to light, from sad to happy
From the memory to the reality of today…
When you bring me through the past
With assurance that our love will last
Forever and always, binding – bonding
Our lives, so that the dim becomes bright
As we dance through the light – alive inside
Where our hearts and souls silence the doubts
Celebrating the love that is forever and always!
What is this thing
called mortal love?
Yet not a Thing
at all
At least a Relationship,
Which, of course,
requires two or more
to adore-fully dance
or, divorcing,
fall
Back into Earth's green ball
planting and replanting health
without one sign to recall
LeftBrain conserving dominance
preserving StraightWhiteMale prominence
throughout his-story's clumsy appall
Peace brokers wondering,
How grows this integrity,
felt immortal passion
not not mortally unknown
after bodies
and before spirits
good health natured
co-arising All
These sacred relationships
for Earth's immortal love
in one dynamic place,
passions springing forth
toward warm best known
recall.
an English Ode
A shepherd-boy composer sang of hope -
pastoral psalms were first heard by his lambs,
his soothing music helped King Saul to cope,
distressing psalms related rival's scams.
Young David, you respected God as Lord
and recognized that giving thanks is praise.
Recalling God's own mighty triumphs past,
you wrote of vict'ry, friendships with accord;
you shaped forgiveness, faith, your Father's ways.
As king, you wrote of blessings deep and vast.
Oft-quoted, sung and prayed by millions wide
Psalm 23, perhaps the best-known psalm.
And "Bless the Lord, my soul," we've gladly cried,
Psalm 1-0-3 are verses penned to calm.
We lift up praise, "majestic is Thy name,"
to God from both Psalm 8 and 21.
"Create in me a clean heart, Thou my God,"
writes David when confronted with true shame;
Psalm 51 recounts how cleansing's done.
King David's psalms, sweet music to applaud.
Taking other's estimation of you, David, as enough justification to write of the biblical King David in your honor. I know you will miss your friendships here. May God bless your future plans as only He can.
Jessica-Jane is best known for London 2012,
When she won the gold in a dramatic finish,
In the swimming 200 metres freestyle event,
In the S14 class, for intellectual disabilities.
She has autism and was born in August 1996,
She was the first S14 swimmer to win a gold.
For her performance at 2012 and charity work,
She was awarded the MBE 2013 for her efforts.
Since 2013 she’s been a Mencap ambassador,
Where she’s raised funds and much awareness,
And she’s also involved in as an ambassador for,
The Norwich City Community Sports Foundation.
In 2013 at the World Champs, Montreal, Canada,
Jessica-Jane won the gold plus a silver, a bronze,
And then in 2014 in Eindhoven in the Netherlands,
She won silver for the free, bronzes back, medley.
At the Worlds 2015, Glasgow, in the back, medley,
Jessica-Jane took two golds, and in the freestyle,
She won the silver, so in the 2016 Euros, Portugal,
Jessica-Jane won one gold free, and two silvers.
But to make it to Rio this champ needed surgery,
‘Cos there was something wrong with her throat.
She got this, and in Rio she won freestyle silver,
Individual medley silver and backstroke bronze.
an angel stands under a lonely pine
showing the way to the lost souls
the ones
who innocently answered the king’s call
and now
flags fly half mast
for those that no-more stand
buried in some far off
foreign land
the pipes call out to the brave
and the angel tells us
never to forget
and
that her spirit lives in so many souls
the black
the young
and inside
the bold
we must never forget our fathers of old
and of their stories they made
and then told
stories of mateship
amongst the bold
mateship that was
never lost
never sold
so now we all step as one
together side by side
together the strong
the young
and
the old
metal gleaming
worn with
so much
pride
while skywards heads
are held
held up high
hope sparkle inside youthful eyes
that today’s leaders will never ask them
to also
make this ultimate
sacrifice
or that history books never
show them as a generation
that was bought
and sold
so we sing the lament of grace
telling us of the will of the brave
of honor
courage
and the ultimate sacrifice
catch phrases
and words used
on this cloudy
Autumn day
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**The above is written about a march on ANZAC day, ANZAC day is a day of reflection to those that gave the ultimate sacrifice in war. It`s a day that is best known to Australian`s and New Zealander`s.