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Departure from the land of death and dying
Enter a beautiful, perfect land of the truly alive
Also, when faced with death's call, some introspection
Take into account how we are living
Honing in on values and priorities
1 Corinthians 15: 55-58
55 O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” 56 The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin [by which it brings death] is the law; 57 but thanks be to God, who gives us the victory [as conquerors] through our Lord Jesus Christ.
58 Therefore, my beloved brothers and sisters, be steadfast, immovable, always excelling in the work of the Lord [always doing your best and doing more than is needed], being continually aware that your labor [even to the point of exhaustion] in the Lord is not futile nor wasted [it is never without purpose].
John 11: 25
25 Jesus said to her, “[a]I am the Resurrection and the Life. Whoever believes in (adheres to, trusts in, relies on) Me [as Savior] will live even if he dies;
All the funerals Jesus attended:
Luke 7: 11-17
Matthew 9: 18
John 11: 38-40
He brought the person back to life.
Our last pet passed yesterday. Even the death of a pet brings to life thoughts of death and our beliefs. I am deeply saddened by the loss.
Evil Loki and Queen Maeve
have joined forces to make a mob.
All evil creatures that had died before
with the powers between them
these same creatures will live once more.
They raised Medusa the long dead gorgan
with Athena's shield, which they had stolen.
And given the Cyclops another eye;
another thing stolen once belonging to Odin.
Fafnir needed a blood transfusion.
Ilmarinen, brother of Vainamoinen
made a machine that made dragons blood.
And fearsome dragon Fafnir rose again.
The Minotaur has been brought back to life,
strangly enough by the ancient Chiron
half man, half horse mentor to many hero's
And after removing all of Bellerophon's arrows
Chimera with it's serpents tail,
raised his head and spit fire
all vengeful creatures these
revived to continue terrible deeds
bringing distruction apon the earth
all the dark places that they can lurk
A woman scorned without forgiveness
turning men to stone her bussiness.
The giant with one eye can see again
stands tall with boulders ready to pitch it.
A dragon who lost his guarded treasure
has an anger of equial measure.
A bull headed man and the king of the jungle.
Both have issues and constantly grumble.
A god and a witch seem to have it together.
World, get ready for some very terrible weather.
(For the Myths contest)
Looking Forward to a Visit
By Franklin Price
06/21/2020 (Father's Day)
Looking forward to a visit
From two nephews and their wives
They're stopping on their way back home
To share a small part of their lives
David, Patti, Joe and Misty
Are the traveling fearsome four
Who will be here very soon
And knocking on our door
They are my brother “Buddy's” kids
His nickname growing up
Our family always called him that
From the time he was a pup
He's still with us, in our hearts.
His sons are on the way
To see their uncle and his wife
On this 2020 Father's Day
They both are married fathers
That's how to play the game
Sons, have sons, while having fun,
To carry on the name.
They'll spend a short time with us
Then they'll be Florida bound
Going home to see their families
That they love to be around
After spending a few hours
They'll be off to their own houses
We'll be glad they came to see us
Having brought their lovely spouses
Sweet Lilac Breeze
Lavender lilacs in full bloom today
budded in April now blooming in May
They bloom every spring when most things renew
I'm always thrilled with their yearly debut
A splendid perfume that lilac filled air
I brought some inside to place by my chair
Light breezes float in their soft scent at night
It helps me dream sweetly til morning light
The bees can't resist those blossoms so sweet
Then flying home drunk on that pollen treat
A bird built her nest and made it her home
Not far from that branch did she ever roam
Her babies were raised in those lilac trees
Surrounded by blooms and sweet lilac breeze.
(Entered 5-5-2017 - "May Day Standard" contest By Brian Strand)
(Selected - 2nd place)
She is not an egotistical person…vanity…she has no trace
yet she was lamenting getting older…and all the wrinkles on her face.
Her husband overheard her and decided to intercede
“Come with me for a moment." he said…”I know just the thing you need.”
She took the hand he offered as she’d done a million times before
and they walked hand in hand together until he opened the front door.
Outside the summer morning was cloaked in a misty fog
And though there was no thunder…it was raining cats and dogs
She looked into her husbands eyes…silently urging him to explain
“Take your shoes off.” he smiled…”We’re going barefoot in the rain.”
He ran into the rain…leaving his shoes and socks behind
as she watched him jumping up and down she thought he was losing his mind
But if he’s losing his mind she reasoned then I guess I’ll lose mine too
and out she headed in the rain without her socks or shoes.
They laughed and sang and even danced and when their playing was through
He brought her back to that same mirror and said…”Now let’s take a look at you.”
“I love every wrinkle on your face.” he said in a voice both soothing and kind…
“Because those wrinkles are just remnants of what your smiles left behind.”
“Don’t let your wrinkles get you down, don’t let them worry or annoy.
besides being an indication of your age…their a celebration of your joy”
“I find each wrinkle beautiful…alluring and beguiling.”
Then he kissed her and as he walked away
in the mirror…
she was smiling.
A WISH -- In Memory Of
"I Wish"
I wish I could blow air into your little lungs,
The day my daughter brought your stillborn body into this world.
Hold your little body warm,
And tell my little girl you have her cute little nose....
Count your little fingers, and kiss your little toes....
I wish,
I could look into your daring eyes,
Facing a little boy, who's ready for this world
I wish,
I could tell my daughter you have her beautiful brown eyes...
Sadly, it’s not like that.
How can I tell my daughter everything will be all right?
When a piece of my heart was stolen with her's,
When giving birth to her son, my grandson
March 25, 2013---- How it Hurts!
~~~
O’ how I wish, you entered this world crying
Instead, we're the ones left in tears of sorrow
~~~
How I wish you could be,
And not this feeling you left inside
How I wish, God could explain why o' why o' why?
Mostly, I WISH grandma could fix this and make
your mommy feel, the joy she was robbed of.
In memory of my grandson: ---Bael Lesley G.
Born March 25, 2013 --- RIP March 25, 2013
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by;PD :-(
How little it takes to satisfy
and keep life's storms at bay.
Money in my pocket and life without stress
are my solace and strength for this day.
Temporal and shallow creatures we be
on our quests through this life day by day.
But the outward things that satisfy
are not where the true treasures lay.
What a confusing paradox we be :
outwardly existing yet hungering within.
The search for truth that tugs at our hearts
to deny remains ever a sin.
Temporal things will pass from this life;
what may have brought peace for a time.
But the heart leads to satisfaction in Him
and the life that He gives is sublime.
Douglas L. Ace
Our friends are dying fast.
Visits are very few.
But we all have a blast,
When occasionally they do.
It was pouring rain on Friday,
Not the most cheerful weather,
It was not the time "To make hay".
Just lovely still to be together.
Then to our surprise,
Our doorbell rang,
John took time to arise,
Then we heard the"Bang."
John tried to hurry to the door,
He was far too slow,
When he finally got there,
He found our old friend Joe
John was delighted to see Joe,
And Gwen, Josip's wife,
We had not seen them for seven years
Because of circumstances of life.
Josip is from Ukraine,
He is a knowledgeable man
He has lived a life of pain
And can handle strife.
Gwen was using a walker,
Joe is partially blind
Gwen is an easy talker,
And she is very kind.
We made tea and coffee,
And a bite to eat,
Gwen said, How long have you been deaf?
As John sat rubbing his feet.
In the course of the conversation,
I had to instil eyedrops and take various pills,
It was a revelation
To discover so many ills
After we had discussed our ailments
And how life as we knew it,
Way back when has changed
We got onto the derailments
Of unnecessary wars,
Brought about by Power and greed
That has deranged
The Universe.
Our conversation peppered,
With every emotion that one could feel,
We laughed and sighed
Our friendship sealed,
No aches and pains
That afternoon
All forgotten
As there was no room
For personal woes.
We talked them away
The conversation was stimulating,
We could have talked for days
The time spent was invigorating
It brought our brains into play.
No need to agree with all that was said,
Respecting opinions,
Without being easily led,
Keeping an open mind,
Until you find,
The answers that are true
And acceptable to you,
Thank you, Gwen and Joe,
Your visit cheered us so.
See you in the New year.
It will give us time for our minds to clear.
O heart! Why must you lay your love so bare?
To share your heart and soul with one so dear?
I thought that
I was strong enough
to bear the pain and hold my bluff,
To hide my feelings from your gaze,
And keep them locked for future days.
For Months I kept this secret hidden well.
A feeling that burned, but dared not speak its name
I held it so close, not wanting to tell
Yet in the end, the truth could not restrain.
I reach out but you're no longer there,
Left with an emptiness that's hard to bear.
Now, I sit alone with tears in my eyes
Wishing this day never came to pass
My heart is shattered,
But not feeling ashamed
for thought with pain am now free of chains
So here I am, a heart full of sorrow,
Hoping against hope for a better tomorrow.
But today, I'll sit with my broken heart,
And hope for a new fresh start.
Cursed. Is this day that brought me so much pain?
Cursed is my heart for falling first again
The tide pulled me down a greedy, cold hand dragging me from the shore where laughter used to live.
My lungs burned,
a fire I couldn't quench.
Darkness bloomed behind my eyes,
a soft surrender beckoning.
Then, a flash of emerald scales,
a movement like liquid moonlight,
and strong arms wrapped around me.
He was not man, not quite,
but something born of salt and dreams,
his eyes like polished shells,
his voice a murmur of the deep.
He brought me to the surface,
coughing, gasping,
into the air I thought I’d lost forever.
He held me until my breathing calmed,
his touch a promise of another dawn.
Then, with a flick of his tail,
a swirl of shimmering green,
he was gone,
leaving only the sound of waves and the taste of salvation on my lips.