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Vocabulist nonalcoholic punchdrunk stupor January 1st, 2020
Unlike the vast population swath,
with painful hangover
average celebrant merely
doth confusedly blink,
who devoutly pledge
new year resolution
to give up drink
immediately fall off wagon
as he/she eagerly downs
shot after fermented shot
while forearms link
with family, friends,
strangers, et cetera
and immediately rethink
alcoholics anonymous pledge
gamely nod and playful wink.
Yours truly (me) never found
wasted, soused, besotted,
et cetera alone
and/or with round
of best buddies real,
and/or imaginary
nor got stone drunk crowned,
(cuz never did I make
friends - no lie),
plus never felt compunction
to quaff hard inebriant
(think booze hound)
life as extremely gawky introvert
(think long haired
pencil necked geek)
preferred company of books
with cute button nose bound
between pages, this theme
I could expound
till cows come home to roost
after bovines well rested
from their sound
sleep unready and unwilling
to confront battleground
(think slaughterhouse five),
thus beef rendered me, we clowned
and hoofed up memories
promising each other pound
for pound, we would stand our ground
never freeload, mooch, sponge...
nor EVER succumb to the bottle
no matter how hardbound,
especially when attaining rough-age
older not necessarily wiser
if necessary resorting and astound
ding farmer in the dell
to Diet of Worms smellbound
while reenacting Holy
Roman Empire called
back in the hay day -1521
courtesy Emperor Charles V
offering sobering admission
lips ne'er taste amber and/or clear
liquids of the gods, no matter
believe me you reader hopefully
aforesaid confession doth not dumbfound.
Your birthday is indeed a great time of gaiety,
It calls for a celebration, a Grand Poetic Party
But, what I have just said is only a secondary
Most importantly, your life is great and healthy.
I am writing this poem first and foremost,
To send my love and best wishes to the most
For all the dreams of yours, let’s make a toast
May they all be fulfilled without any cost.
Since, I don’t have here your complete address,
I cannot send you chocolates, cakes or roses
So, I’ll just send my fervent prayer for success
To God, He may protect you, guide you and bless.
I will also enclose in these lines of my poem,
My songs of bliss for you and your family at home,
May you be free from all worries and gloom
Age added but, you’re a gal who incessantly bloom.
Our dear Debbie Guzzi , have a very happy birthday,
If you are only here, I’ll dance with you today,
Like a lady on her debut on the 18th Natal Day
You’re our Grand Celebrity in ‘tis Land of Poetry.
Belated Happy, Happy Birthday!!!!!!
Written: Sept. 25,2012
First Place
Contest: It's My Birthday
Contest Judged: 9/30/2012
Poet Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi (the b-day celebrant)
With return to summer tree of berries red -
he flashes ‘tween the green scene like a trinket;
celebrant in citrus hues of sunset bled
it matters not if twilight is delinquent
for he wears the molten shades of end-of-day
evening’s pout, in skies of gray, reflects dismay;
a zesty orange-envy oriole brings
for he torches air aflame... a flame with wings.
Susan Ashley
October 5, 2020
(June 7, 2020)
Rispetto lyric rhyme scheme: abab ccdd
Poet’s note: I am lucky enough to have these beautiful summer migrants, Baltimore orioles, return to my mulberry tree and hummingbird feeders each Spring. Such a sweet joy through the summer season! When they depart at the end of August, a piece of my heart goes with them.
Revival comes with music; strike up the band, the voices; raising arms, swaying gently with the Spirit’s wind. Savor the fresh breath of heaven flowing through the sanctuary. Open the windows and doors of heaven; see who sits at the right hand of God. See the angels who serve Him day and night. Anointing oil pours out on the humans as the incense of prayer drifts up to the Lord. He hears! He hears! We hear from heaven. The choir of holy resound. Can you feel how alive the eternal bliss; every flower and rock cries out, but Christ wants for us; He loves us so and is delighted at our gathering of days and days. We praise! We lift our voices, lovely like flutes. Revival comes; it surely comes. We are excited! There is nothing boring about serving the Lord, about our communion of saints, and the leaders are all smiles, hearts beating like wings - not above it all but smiling ear to ear; their eyes glowing candles, they share to each one who will receive. Compelling all to wonder and sight; and colorful sound, if each soul will but tune into, be stirred to flight, to warm and celebrant breath of angel applause. Did you know? Have you heard? The angels rejoice at each person’s salvation…
higher and higher
our hands take flight at His name
never touching earth
Brother Jun Ibuig is a minister
Of the Gospel in the true Church Of Christ;
He's a defender of the genuine faith
Against the devil's tricks, tactics, and lies.
He is always one with the Church leader,
Obeying God's laws and sacred commands;
Not for a moment will he turn away
From the truth that he fully understands.
August ten is a very special day
To remember and celebrate His birth;
A happy event is cheerfully held
To feel the gladness, delight, joy, and mirth.
Grandma Mel Pilon and Brother Marvin
Are the two perfect co-anchors on air;
They share the limelight with the celebrant,
Producing shows seen by men everywhere.
As men listen to the radio program,
"Song And Poetry" has gained fame so big;
The YouTube viewers greatly multiply,
Loving the role of Brother Jun Ibuig.
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Eufronio E. Ibuig, Jr. (August 10)
8/4/22
Too much crap coming with a high tax
Intentional not by chance
It's always been like that
Others talking behind backs
Especially after sipping out bottles from wine racks
It'll reach an end or climax
After a time lapse
Meanwhile it was in person or done behind glass
Having nothing or everything to do with finance
Nearby wildcats or waves with white caps
Took care of five tasks, ran nine laps
Nearby a lake full of striped bass
While carrying an ice axe
They said they were involved in divine acts
Across coarse and fine grass
Nearby several bike paths
I've had a nice laugh
Always ready to strike fast
Because you can't ever get any time back
Not a fool, intelligent
Not a tool, change is eminent
Nothing indefinite
It's already proven and evident
The truth instead of rhetoric
Heart cold, Mt. Everest
24/7 high and drinking alcoholic beverages
Humans always trying to have leverage
On my phone zero messages
At times gained or loss appendages
Pathetic is what their agenda is
Not easily do I forget, most things I remember it
Cause and effect quit treating me like a degenerate
Adding fuel to fire with accelerant
You're taking sides, I'mma call you Confederate
In the end, I'll turn into a revenant
No matter what you do, it's irrelevant
River beds sit full of sediments
Thank you, but I don't need your sentiments
This all shall be a testament
While among the elements
A curse or blessed to live
Damn yet again depression hit
It effected development or became a benefit
ed up but not desperate
No filter, won't ever quit
For more or less of it
I avoid over-populated areas, I'd rather be where it's desolate
Good on you if you have an impression from this
Your impact is minor or the size of an elephant
Quit being so quick to be the celebrant
You've been obsessed with percentages
Remaining far too petulant and delicate
Yeah I said it b****
It all goes for guys and gals regardless of if they get the gist of this
Oh we got another chump, I beg your pardon
All these schmucks, gosh darnit
Imma leave 'em stuck, Tar pit
Try your luck, start s***
I don't give a , it's a wrap like your body inside carpet
Experts recommend warming up before exercising to adequately prepare the body and get the most benefit from the workout
I know this for a fact as I do about seven to ten minutes stretching before
After my daily morning exercises
The same applies to our participation in Mass. When our hearts and minds are properly prepared
Our experience is richer
Try these ideas to have a great Eucharistic workout
Prepare for exertion
We come to Mass not as spectators but as participants
Prepare to join with other members of the Body of (Father) Christ in Prayer
Worship
Thanksgiving
Communion
Stretch out
Is something holding you back from giving your whole love Attention to Eternal God
If you are carrying worry
Anger
Resentment
Guilt
Spend a few moments letting it go
Start slowly
Arrive early to review the readings
Ask what Eternal God is trying to tell you
Personally
In the words of Scripture
Get into the Zone
Something amazing happens every moment during the Mass
Don’t miss a single one
Think about what you are saying as you recite the prayers
Enthusiastically speak the responses
Sing with your whole heart
Allow yourself to be awed by receiving the Body and Blood of Father Christ in the Eucharist
Cool down
After the celebrant leaves the Church
Spend a few moments figuring out what Eternal God wants
you to do for the next week
As a result of what you just heard and said
When am I supposed to Stand, Kneel, Bow Sit Etc.?
The celebration of Mass not confined to our minds
Hearts
Voices is means to involve our bodies as well
Each gesture is significant
Has meaning.
Standing: Standing is a sign of respect and honor, so we stand when
the celebrant-representing Christ (the priest) enters and leaves. We
also stand for the Gospel, and the bishops of our country have chosen
standing as the gesture we adapt when receiving the Eucharist (the
sacred body of Christ).
Kneeling: In the early days of the Church, kneeling has been the
gesture of penance (reparation[confession]). More recently has come
to show adoration. Thus, we kneel for the Eucharistic prayer except St. Andrew Catholic Church where we stand because we have no kneelers (except in the chapel).
Sitting: We sit for the pre-Gospel readings and the homily in a gesture
of listening & meditation and during announcements after past
communion prayer
Dial my number if you know the code
Dial my number before my body gets cold
I have been stuck in this place for several days
My throat is dry, my temperature is high
And my breath is circulating in the sky
Oh what misery gathers round me
Oh what burden is resting upon me
I don’t know how I got here but I am surrounding
By something that the universe fears,
The mistletoe is resting in the belly of the beast and
Christmas is parading up and down the street
And the marching band is rumbling along
Big boats are pulling upon the shore
And some frenzy people are banging the doors
I have no clue what is going on but I can
See your shadows moving up and down the wall
and celebrant are coming in from near and far
Fire crackers are screaming in the air
And Christmas is crying out everywhere
Dial my number if you have the code
Dial my number before I fall into the hole
You have got to get me out of this place
Before the angry mob breaks through the gate
I have been waiting for this call,
but all I hear is a daily brawl,
and when my spirit is still
A can hear chatter and knocking on the hill
Dial my number if you have the code
Dial my number before I grow old
The ambulance is blazing down the hill
And the minstrel is doing the early morning drill
Dial my number!
Dedicated to Evelyn Judy Buehler. I love the joy
and color she brings to her poetry!
Pink puddle of petals, precious
underneath the parasol tree.
Celebrant-pear in bridal white —
pairs walk down the chapel aisle.
The vigor of a garden dressed —
up and down the rows, I’m restless.
Blossoms of bittersweet passion —
red and tangerine attraction.
Sunspree of yellow jonquils —
tiptoeing tiny-tim-like through them.
No mortal map or shovel can undermine
the undiscovered pearly gate of Eden.
Roses blush with tinted cheeks —
a suitor pinches a couple dozen.
Black-eye in the center of a coneflower —
red-tinged-xanthous Susan rays of Summer.
Precious and few, our foray of the perfect,
the most extensive, the coolest environment.
Golden buttermilk rose, with its ruffled petals —
pleasant scent neighboring the paprika yarrow.
What worth Eden — its treasures of rainbow showers,
scents that are mind boggling, its puddles of petals?
3/22/2021