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Allow me to see the light
Take these blinders from my eyes
Allow me to listen and understand
Give me the courage and strength
Allow me to open my heart
Fill me full of love
Allow me to be positive
Give me hope
Allow me to think clearly
Take these bad thoughts from my mind
Give me a good attitude,
Give me the right thoughts
I want to allow you to guide me
I need help getting through this life
Light my path before me
Show me the way.
I can't do this alone
I need you by my side
Please don't forsake me
I ask you to come into my heart
Help me be a better person
Give me the right kind of thinking
Allow me to speak the right words
I choose the best thing
I choose to follow you
In Jesus name Amen.
David W Carter.
II.
They had a small ranch wedding,
a few friends saw him kiss his wife,
then settled into the daily routines
of a comfortable, working-ranch life.
Sepidah stopped with the waitressing,
taking up the office inside their home,
she helped to manage to business side,
while over the pastures Carter roamed.
And like every new married couple
they had their trials and their tests,
but when he watcher her sleep at night
Carter knew that he had picked the best.
A year passed by and Carter came
riding in from the round-up one day,
when he saw his beloved on the phone,
her face had gone ashen gray.
When she hung up, he turned to her,
Said,”What was that all about?”
“It was my sister, calling me in secret,
it’s my father…they’ve let him out.
“And worse still, it seems his lawyer
has brought about my greatest fear.
The bastard managed to track me down,
my father knows that I’m living here…”
Carter nodded and without a word
went into town to see Sherrif Boyce.
He explained to him the situation in full,
saying,”Violence is not our first choice.”
Boyce, he nodded, deep in thought,
then looked over to Deputy Steve,
when he looked back he shook his head,
saying,”What do you expect from me?
“This man, he served all of his time,
and was released without parole.
If I were to give you a guard right now,
I’d be a bigoted Islamophobe.”
Carter then blinked, completely stunned,
asking,”Are you friggin’ kidding me?
This man once tried to murder her,
and it’s known fact his views are extreme!”
But Boyce just shook his head and said:
“I won’t have us sued for discrimination.
If your wife is worried, get a court order,
that is my official recommendation.”
Carter snarled at the spineless worm,
his anger growing, hard to restrain,
he said,”You wouldn’t even be in that desk,
were it not for your father’s good name!
“He memory you dishonor,
That badge you do dishonor!”
CONTINUES IN PART III.
I'm uncertain about the direction.
It's hard to determine, which way I need
To go. I know who is going with me, but
It's up me to decide.
The decision must be precised.
I can't afford the roll of the dice.
It's a challenge, I can only imagine,
It's like sitting on ice. My ideas are
There, but frozen in time. Only because
I can't make up my mind.
I know what I must do, I see it,
It's directly in front of me
But I can't reach it.
It's harder than you think.
If it was easy, it would already be done.
It bothers me more than you know.
I need to be all I can be.
Sometimes I don't know if I
Can pull it off.
There are things that hold me back.
It's not easy doing what you must
When not being able to afford
The things you need.
I cry on the inside, you can't see it.
It's there, silently through the pain
I yell, praying to God for his help.
I keep hope close to me.
Try in believing that it will
Get better, that my dream
Of giving my family everything they
Need will happen.
David Wayne Carter
Carter Phipps has authored
"Evolutionaries:
Unlocking the Spiritual and Cultural Potential
of Science's Greatest Idea."
Hmmm. This is good rich brown rice,
and I want to stay nice,
cause I like his prime line
but I also like to scribble.
I thought science's greatest idea
was regenerating healthy outcomes,
with alternating slow-grow evolutions
and critical-event revolutions
emerging fertile polypaths
to further polyculturally healthy
wealth regenerations.
Evolutionary ways
toward regenerative means
and kinds balancing unkinds of nature
and DNA/RNA extensive kin.
If regenerate outcomes are evolution's medicinal purpose,
then scientists evolve emerging prescriptions
for nature's fertile unfolding of time.
And, by the way,
why "spiritual" potential of science?
and not "natural"
or is Phipps catering both together,
nondual co-arising emergence?
I'm hurting inside.... it feels as though my soul had died, sometimes I want to lay down and die, but my eyes were open..all i could do was cry, from the pain and iniquity that kept me in a lie, drowning as my creator he passes me by, grow with your new family or shall I say be around, for you will watch me as I remove myself from a disaster before it even goes down, I loved you even knowing your wickedness, I ignored it because I wanted to rekindle the times we missed, unfortunately you shun me sent me a mist, for you not to be mine creator that is my final wish, why have you created me this way, all I know is secrets an disarray, I thank you... it made me strong enough, to banish you along with all of your stuff, you are no longer in my memories disappeared an Vanished, you are no longer in my dreams under my care or in my deepest wish, creater I called out to you for help, then behind my back you whisper to the Stars secrets behind Orion's belt, creator ever since you came around my life has been a living hell , incarcerated fighting but who am I but a man to repeal a thousand running through the cell, decreate me oh creator and pass me on, forget me.. erase me from your memory as if I was never born, oh creator how could I be born in darkness, but yet I was born with a heart and not heartless, release your foul grip upon me, so i may move upon this world oh so peacefully. Oh creator please stop are you stabbing me with the blade of a thousand Lies, oh creator they hate me they abandoned me and left me with a thousand goodbyes, you are breaking my heart, I loved you but now we are apart,I met this woman by day, but just as quick as the night came she stole my heart away, I was blinded and I never seen you coming, my creator with open eyes she was stunning, Then she begin to talk with words but not forthcoming, she spoke of forever as if it was our own, her decrees she created placed upon her then became unknown, oh creative look at this world, your creation is suffering in agony.. from a confused girl, please.. self Hurt No More
In school when I was being raised
the role models who then were praised
were the American icons—
George Washington, “I cannot tell a lie”
Honest Abe, a straight-shooting kind of guy
Later we heard Jimmy Carter testify
“I’ll never tell a lie …”
For my generation and prior
they raised the bar higher
Honesty was the best policy
That was then
This is now …
When caught in a lie
deny
When accusations resound
double down
When proof’s presented
get inventive
When they continue to confront
cry witch-hunt
When they accuse you of a crime
deflect each time
When they bring more claims
call them demeaning names
over and over
and over and
over and over
and over again
Nothing to lose
You may even win …
But lying is still a sin
Best to extol the role model
who always gets it right
(then and now)
Jesus — ‘The way, the truth, the life!’
~* ~* ~*
John 14:6. Jesus said to him: “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." —NWT Study Bible
.
.
I love words in a novel,
a short story and a magazine.
Words are my inspiration,
Communication.
I love words that encourage,
Inspire desire in a positive way.
Words are gentle and precious,
Words are spoken from the heart,
Out of happiness and anger.
Words tell the truth and lie,
Words exaggerate, fascinate
Words can change the world
Make it a wonderful or dreadful place,
Words make or break,
Words are the past future and present,
Our peace and war,
Words hold our future,
It can lead us,
Misguide us.
Words can be paradise or hell.
Words are who we are
You are the spokesman of your own words,
And how you use these words,
May make a difference to this world
But most defiantly yourself,
Use with caution.
David W. Carter
Eureka - a love song Tanka series
~ art by Edward Burne-Jones ~
It's a fair question:
as you smile that smile, you ask
how much I love you…
"You are constant as the sun
...and I am Copernicus"
As you close your eyes,
you ask how far I'd travel
to show I love you:
"Love, you are the seven seas
...I'm Ferdinand Magellan"
"Why do you tell me
I'm the apple of your eye?"
you wonder out loud.
I say, "You are gravity
…and I am Isaac Newton"
You furrow your brow
asking why I pursue you.
"It's simple", I say,
"you're 24 karat gold
…and I am Howard Carter"
You crinkle your nose,
"Why do you never give up?"
you ask me coyly.
I say, "You are a light bulb
… and I'm Thomas Edison"
You get somber and
ask if loving you is such
a good idea
to which I say "Eureka!"
… for I am Archimedes
written 29 Jan 2022
Cuckoo, cuckoo, the false songbird sings
a maiden has committed the original sin.
The seed in her belly she cannot hide
before it swells, she must become a bride.
Who was the father? Was it Bill?
(a name I recall she mentioned still).
He rejects her and the child inside
before it shows, she must become a bride.
She seeks a cuckhold to raise the child as his own,
and from there the lies are sown.
No church wedding for this bride
which wounds her ego and hurts her pride.
A pact with the devil is hastily made
a secret she believes she’ll take to her grave.
In exchange he takes her soul
an earthly creature that he can now control.
A blackness fills the empty space
filled with anger, laced with hate.
It consumes her but she hides her shame
seeking others on whom to lay the blame
She wreaks anger and vengeance on all those who know
even the family who welcomed her, before her belly began to grow.
She manipulates and dominates those who are kind,
but memories sow clues, like breadcrumbs, in a child’s mind.
The truth will come out, the stars reveal,
then those left behind can begin to heal.
The church bells will toll, although she won’t be missed
and her secret will be told, when she is laid to rest.
*Image of Patty Hearst Post SLA Days by Bio.
Patty Hearst Time Capsule
PRE
kidnap
madcap
Miss press
distress
Stephen
live-in
boyfriend
loose end
next door
implore
both are
though marred
claimed they
made way
demand
expend
needy
agree
release
increase
more sum
unharmed
POST
coerced
Miss Hearst
photo
*Rousseau
woodness
goodness
raided
they laid
six ~love
**Cinque's club
plus him
crushed 'em
dual
you-all
Patty
make three
dub nine
club crime
bank raid
they'd paid
***Hearst weigh
must pay
servin'
seven
commute
come two
now writes
proud sights
~love: A score of zero in tennis or squash
*Rousseau: French philosopher and writer born in Switzerland; believed that the natural goodness of man was warped by society; ideas influenced the French Revolution
**Cinque: Pronounced 'SINK' in English, he was a part founder of the Symbionese Liberation Army, whereto, instigated the kidnapping and indoctrination of Patty Hearst.
***Patricia Campbell Hearst: After the bank hold-up that led to her imprisonment for her involvement, President Carter later commuted her sentence after she served 21 months of the seven years the court had decreed. Patty did marry her bodyguard, Bernard Shaw, who's now deceased. Over the years, she has written several books that had mostly affected her life.
2021 August 27
*1st Place*
FOOTLE FINALE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 28