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I’m offended you ended our friendship without an incident or chance, you’ve change your view of me but how when there’s been no me to see, wrong end of the stick and we unclip a drunken message opinions flip no interaction no investigation just assume the worst and leave me stressing, you forgot me and press on won’t accept you got the wrong impression think less of me without me present how can you not even question things I've unrested wings thought wrestling, what the hell did I even do, I was loyal I was true, why I lost you I have no clue, you were the only one took me serious while the disloyal rest found it hilarious, they head messed and you became best, I guess to you I was less I never had a friend mean so much, and friend you were, always was, and you stopped talking to me because.....? "true" friend darked me, true friend hardly, so unheartly parted, we were like family, now can’t stand me, just left with no understanding, one by one I lost all those close, and all because how I was treated, now I'm living life a ghost, living your life with our friendship deceased, it’s not fair that you ignore me give no chance or reason for it, I'm left stood with no idea why our friendship disappeared. Treated away the head can’t mend, it’s just sly you didn’t even say goodbye I guess I’m just a nasty guy with no desire to be alive, would help if you tell me why? You aint the first to desert I, is that what I deserve ay, the day I die won't be my worst day, do you even realise you hurt me, guess I'm not worthy, I don't know love I just know hurting, and I didn't go loopy I was under the influence unusual and loosely tuned in but you didnt ask if I was ok, so I havent changed there is no difference, you just assumed, now it can't ever be resumed, I did nothing and I feel doomed, was I not nice too you, don't do that to anyone else or wonder why I've mental health
we strolled midtown for awhile
hints of sun followed us beneath the
bavarian alps i was taken by
the snow capped mountains creating
a brilliant show of diamond crystals
calmly reflecting from storefront windows
holiday displays of santa klaus at his best
i would say we continued past rows of homes
collected like doll house's just to the left a tiny
bike shop i rushed in grabbing the new basket
to fill with fresh granny smiths from thee upcoming
market in view just to the right african violets lined
the the entrance way leading
to the hidden park
a quiet nook in the middle of town square i thought
masculine most of all quite charming face to face with
the subtle statue of thomas mann my form changed
i was abruptly aroused by his daringness fine liturature
art and playwright mann consumed me with folklores
gothic tales the infamous lounging of salzsburg crest
instantly a brisk chill blew over my foundation dazed i was
walking upon frauenkirch
our lady of munich doting downward to my tiny existence
i gathered myself in a very suspicious haste walking backwards
staight into the kneeling black horse knightless his back emptied
a daunting task for the bishop beyond my fascination
of castles christmas past nutcrackers wooden trains walking dolls
springs bolts screws and coo coo clocks sounding off at midday
displaying the woodcutters the milking maids in german town
i become a stone,
still a leader,
but translation
transforms me,
as i learn
“le crayon est rouge.”
“Je m’appelle Chantal.”
enchanted by my “nom français.”
a shy child, changed by her name.
my friend and i
on different sides.
she’s critical of Madame Gold.
i rather enjoy
the running jump
into “Lac d’Aiguebelette.”*
we whisper fun, of one boy,
with the crooked nose.
i lose my charm
an anchor
clinging to the radiator.
french class particularly enchanting
as if we travel across the vast sea —
explore the Louvre and Eiffel Tower,
the catacombs and Notre Dame.
crèpes in class
tastier than home ec.
Madame Gold calls on Kat-a-leen.
She’s not happy, a bit.
but i smile, and wait a long long while
before i visit, for real, the city of lights.
now in my sixties, i learn much more
of the sordid history of Paris
and its close-by venture to Versaille.
but all our hometown places
have their secrets, their horrors,
their orgies, and battles.
God keeps beauty in the steeple
and the turquoise sky and the lake
reminding me of “paradis.”**
french class, history — a loft
for an awkward child.
perhaps that’s why Madame Gold
was so enchanting,
not a bit of a witch like Kathleen thought.
2/25/2021
Lac d’Aiguebelette pronounced “lack-day-boo-lette”
Paradis pronounced “pear-a-dee”
Journey to my heart
Eyes gazed into a life changing Phenomenon
The mind, enlightened with life
Each heartbeat signifies the life in me
The Phenomenon affected the hearts reactions
This Phenomenon is miraculous
I gasped for air after a stimulating experience
Gazing into this Phenomenon provokes Action
The progressions of my heart changed
This Phenomenon is my stimuli,
This stimuli is my Phenomenon
This Phenomenon is my miracle
This miracle is my firmament
This Firmament is my heart
This heart is my Phenomenon’s Play ground
Thoughts are governed by this Phenomenon
My actions are controlled by my thoughts
This Phenomenon has become my only thought
Like a puppet to a puppeteer
This Phenomenon holds all the cards
My heart assumed the Characteristics of a puppet
I lost all control over my hearts progressions
I became a passenger in my own heart
This Phenomenon took me on a ride
I could feel my eyes smiling unintentionally
The sight was worth a thousand words
I never new meeting my heart would be this incomprehensible
I traveled across my mind, my thoughts and my actions
Only to reach my Phenomenon
Only to reach my Heart
Permanent are the stains so short in their making
Lasting from one's eclipse to the others' next,
Yet, this union,
Coming at the most perfect of times
As well as from such different places,
Lives on, lasting always.
The sharing, varied and multidimensional
Opened doors, while forging, what was, until then
Uncharted brings of newness
Experiencing very much, inside and out
Balance needed was created,
This and so much more...
Now, that time has passed
And, while things have changed,
As they always do,
Vision is clearer, far, vast,
Endless---
As far as the eye can see
As wide, hard, and deep as the heart can feel,
After the storm,
Tumultuous and crystal, still.
Form:
I was a driver for a large delivery company whose primary business was with large commercial banks. I had every right to park in that commercial parking space. I indicated that I needed to park there, but “No!” was on his face.
I was delivering time-sensitive packages in the Christmas season. I could tell, without a fight, he was not going to move for any reason; but in an instance, I considered my schedule, the season, and the man. I concluded that he was being unreasonable and would never understand.
What came next could not have occurred by any natural means or wisdom. But for a moment I felt helpless and stressful, as if caged in an emotional prison. I believe that God gives us The Holy Spirit to help us and angels to serve us. Some 20 years ago, during that Christmas week on that stressful day, I had both to aid me without a fuss.
I believe that The Holy Spirit and an angel gave me five words that changed everything. As if a light was turned on in his spirit, a mood of pleasantry took possession of his countenance; and he quickly moved when I said to him, “Come on man, It’s Christmas!”
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LoVe and passion
LoVe two hearts entwined
LoVe now adays out of fashion
LoVe can too be blind
LoVe the ultimate high
LoVe for which we all yearn
LoVe you can never buy
LoVe like respect you earn
LoVe that is unconditional
LoVe like the marriage vows
LoVe that is though mutal
LoVe here no kiss and tells
LoVe takes on many a form
LoVe a feeling of self worth
LoVe from the day your born
LoVe no greater force on earth
Already on here back in 2012 just like poems time,space,moon, stars changed
Couple of lines tweeked a little insperation l guess curent times
Louis the Fifteenth, king of France,
Adored Madame du Barry.
His royal ardor was not bound
To the person he did marry.
His paramour was hard to please.
The king brooded day and night
On what act of loving kindness
Might appease her appetite.
One day he called his jeweller,
Whose face turned pale, then green,
When told to make a necklace
The likes of which no eyes had seen.
Vanity of vanities! Let nobody forget:
All humankind proposes yields to a Higher Will.
For the king lay dead and buried
When it was time to pay the bill.
They asked:' Who has got the money?
Who is there so rich
As to settle payment
And haul us from this ditch?
Louis the Sixteenth was now king,
But not long on the throne.
To purchasing the necklace
He himself was prone.
His wife strongly objected.
She thought the whole thing crazy.'
'We need to spend on self-defence:
More vessels for the navy!'
Now Cardinal De Rohan was a worldly priest,
Not averse to 'oo la la.'
Especially not in the matter of
Jeanne de la Motte Valois.
As a young girl she was naughty,
But she confessed in style.
The priest let her off counting rosary beads
All for the sake of her sweet winning smile.
Jeanne told the cardinal
They could have a sales deal signed
As friends at court had signaled
That the queen had changed her mind.
The queen and cardinal soon met
And the queen signed with aplomb.
De Rohan was too befuddled
To sense something was wrong
The queen received the necklace
But the queen was not the queen.
Charming though the lady was,
Who knew where she had been?
The necklace was picked to pieces
And sold off part by part.
O woeful desecration
Of this glorious objet d'art?
The cardinal faced the music
A victim of delusion
'Gullable, not guilty,'
came the court's conclusion.
Madame de la Motte Valois
Had no basis for a plea
And she was branded on both arms
With the letter V.
This letter stood for 'Voleuse,'
Meaning in English 'thief.'
Somehow she got to London,
And there she came to grief.
When fleeing from her creditors,
She fell from an upper floor.
Those creditors she did escape,
But only at death's door.
During her interment
Wagging tongues spoke of her guile
But someone chirped in her defence:
'But she had such a sweet winning smile.'
"Anytime the sun rise,it smiles with me,
And when it's setting,cries with me,
It really loves my race,
Respects my unique custom,
Always praying to get closer to me,
How colourful it breaks its rays into me,
My children likes it,
How good and powerful it is,
Violence can't intimidate when it should appear and disappear,
Birds sing to make sure they get what they want from me;
Flies in the sky to highest horizons,
With luring and seductive feathers,
Mountains and valleys,full of wild and overwhelming animals of different species,
Green vegetation,full of herbs good to remediate pestilences,
and clean water bodies;
Thus, attractive waterfalls and rivers which flow into tunnels and convert into one broad source,
...pour its relevance to a big ocean,
Nature do I sleep within;
Surrounds me with seasons backed with fortunate futures,
I'm the bravest,strongest,confidential and carries prospective qualities as these,
Enmity doesn't play master plans against my truth,
Political societies that contains me in the world recognition,
Counts my flaws against me,
Everything is really going to be fine,
Colonisation stole my dominance,changed the status of me to slavery,
Yet still,my birthright is held respectively,
Out of my belly comes refreshing and nutritional crops,
Democracy is a banner placed to my gate,
Enemies reveal Hypnotism against my progression,
What of Imperialism?
Weapon to crash my bones,
But I'm rooted to a rock,
For I'm likened to Mount Zion,
Black is my ultimate colour,
And nothing would change me,
'AFRICA' is the name; home of peace and solidarity",
She Gave Me a Bible
My mother-in-law, gave me the love of a mother.
A woman that dared to be different from any other.
She loved deeply and held every single one of us
to her bosom. She helped and inspired me through
rough and good times. I never had to ask; she always
knew the signs.
She gave me a Bible, the New International Version,
to find strength in times of need.
Baptists believe that the Bible is the only authority
because it is divinely inspired.
2 Timothy 3:16-17 16 All Scripture is God-breathed
and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting
and training in righteousness,
17 so that the servant of God may be
thoroughly equipped for every good work.
I was brought up old Catholic,
but she taught me another side
of divine love and compassion.
My heart broke when she had a stroke,
with it came Alzheimer. Imprisoned
in a rapidly shrinking brain.
As her brain slowly died, she changed
physically and eventually forgot those she loved.
Ultimately became bedridden,
unable to move and unable to eat or drink.
She finally passed, but she left a legacy of love,
joy, and compassion to everyone one she raised and met.
6/4/2021
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Nahum 1:7 7The LORD is good, a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in him