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Could calm surroundings, with no tempests, be called happiness?
Should pleasures of physique and psyche be happiness-zone?
Could, like money and wealth, this be brought out of craftiness?
Or is it, with virtuousness, in the fields of hearts sown?
Existential meaning and contentment as flesh and blood
Optimism in thoughts, words, and actions is like veins entwined
Challenges, though they resemble thorn bundles, are gladly hugged.
Goals and purposes, with physique and psyche, are aligned.
Smiles and laughs accompany learning newer arts and crafts
Humility, patience, compassion, and gratitude win.
With victory, laurels of value and virtue contracts
Thick and thin need not be to happiness a kith and kin
It dwells within oceans of self. Dive deep, and you will find.
In this quest, you will learn the art of being calm and kind
Prince you are and master who traffics merchandise
your ships o're seas do travel market paradise
trade you do in human souls commodity and ware
buy and sell your targets exchange material for our care
You have numbered mankind like slaughter for the sheep
branded their mind and hands your ideology they keep
hazy is the outline your doctrine of their need
veiled by the costume concealment of greed
How many become lost in the glitter of your store
never satisfied with plenty but always wanting more
like idols you make them cannot see nor hear nor speak
boldly feed their vanity corrupt the very weak
Your stock and trade the trap you've laid
you do counterfeit what's True
with commerce shade a new religion made
skilled entrapments pervade the view
Just like the old religions their lusts do you restore
with craftiness you perpetuate avocation of the Whore
Costly is her clothing embroidered veil upon her head
outside painted beautiful but inside is dead
You've sold them an ideal and into they've bought
so many think they're nothing unless they have alot
the emptiness interior with diversion seek to fill
subtle its inception nearly painless way to kill
sources Ezekiel chapters 27-28
Apocalypse chapters 13 and 18
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Your body smiles at me
so let me reciprocate the inviting gesture
with the natural gifts of arousing pleasures
well presented in erotic packages.
My curiosity is unfairly punished
by your hypocritical skimpy skirt
flashing the flesh so systematically and hiding them again
in a glamorous tease.
Your semi-circularly exposed glands
canopies me into a hypnotic boomerang system
where I create a mood of ecstasy in you
and at the same time, covet its blessed beam of radiant sweetness.
Let’s play naughty my dear and act so crazy sweetheart
with gentleness and manliness, I’ll navigate your front side
and then take care of your behind with wittiness and craftiness
My hands just want to go under
squeezing your outside, rubbing your inside;
touching all softness and ‘tongue-ing’ all openings
tearing off your covering and creaming your exposed holy Grail
with my saliva, from head to toe
wrapped in your wholeness, skin to skin
and preserved in the mid-temperatures of our slickly contacts.
We’ll be a fitted match
same measured length, horizontally well placed
burst for burst, groin for groin; lips for lips, breath for breath
eating each other up and yet dangerously unsatisfying
not letting go until even our souls are sored
with this affectionate tempo.
Our constantly bending limbs
will equal all hovering and meandering
and with every of your holes, so greased
ready for my artistic play and penetration
we stay captive to each other’s sexual outpour
and gain much enjoyment
in the irony of our butter-lotioned crys.
The loud fastest growing
non-thinking hand-it-over
flowers are abrasive
to some who feel they are truly weeds,
just messing up us real flowers
Their gnarly appearance is
off putting because they
are not the approved people, they are clover.
They look different, they dress
different, they advocate giving
away stuff to so-called poorer flowers.
They are way too giving with our flower seeds.
This is our seed; we made it.
You cannot take it away from us.
Our gardners purchased it online or in stores.
it is ours until we throw it in the garbage.
We do not like the
abrasive irritating selfish
non-thinking hand-it-over
flower weeds who
are screaming for our seed,
who want our well-earned pollen.
Sit in the sun yourself, you poison ivy leaves!
These give-it-all-to-us weeds sometimes become
abrasive in our gardens. They are overbearing,
disrespectful, trotting over us flowers in a mean
and arrogant way.
We are so irritated with them,
they are covering us up quickly and thickly, loud and proud.
We stick up our noses and try to push through their
hard-headed, do-it-our-way-and-give-us-everything ranks.
Then when we are mortally wounded, and we see
little hope, when we lose our fight, and become weeds
ourselves, our perspective changes. We become the
arrogant and rude take-over types, tromping over each
little marigold and lavender slice, silencing them.
We are now the desperate, take-over weeds,
screaming for our due. We become the bullies.
I have no idea how to rectify the approved
flowers with us weeds, but we weeds soon
get our own way, we become
incensed, and crafty, and our dendrites kick in.
Some of us dandelions have developed magical powers.
We figured out how to look and sound less weed-like.
Some of us are running for political office,
telling the loveliest most naïve flowers what they need
to hear to get onboard and give us their seeds.
Knowing they will soon be joining the world of
weeds, and loving the knowledge we have done
it with little bloodshed, only craftiness and stealth.
Oh, it is fun to be on the bad side.
I learned how to cheat,
because you always believed me
when we burned in the heat...
as I was lost in your beauty!
My smiles were lies,
gifts to cover them with cleverness,
but what is the price
a cheating man pays for his craftiness?
Nights without a woman's tenderness,
days without hearing her voice of gladness!
I took everything like a remorsless thief bound for cheats,
while another heart shared the same love you thought
was the only possession your faithful heart ever sought...
you miss all the smiles of my lies as your loneliness deepens.
My smiles were lies of an untrue lover showing
beautiful images of deception
but you fell for them without realizing
that in them there was no affection;
and today, remembering those those moments of exstacy,
nobody can persuade you from believing in my dishonesty!
Brainstorm cometh, damning frontal hemisphere
jamming lookout, noggin perched, roiling thinking
uber wayfaring zealot, drills legendary phalanx.
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Writer's block afflicts Das scribe,
who whiz now stricken supine
adept dull livery sub par excellence
his gold standard worse
thus, another day
to slog thru arduous process
crafting admirable verse
wrestling behemoth loosed sniper
dodging enfilade broadcast sos terse.
N'er easy chore to fashion
acceptable word worth poem to whit
staring at flickering
accursed cursor doth blank stare visit
flash flooding warning saturated
gray matter fist sized unit
groundswell burgeoning leveed banks
barging signals transmit
urgent army corps of engineers
to reroute via sluice, sans surfeit
apprentice longshoreman
doth double duty
as grammarian sought to retrofit
arduous struggle ensues, where drowning
affects consummation
strong temptation quit
ditch ching progress made,
thus far in hot pursuit
mind comfortably numb
stream of consciousness
submerges concentration
entrenched deep posit
craftiness sentenced to punctuate
disequilibrium doth outwit
venerably beaded trademark
Scottish matted flair
abandoned unfinished poem
left forever stranded orbit
zero escape velocity
zinging, unsprung,
pinging mindscape nonprofit
able endeavor reflecting zeitgeist
bombarding Messerschmitt
undermining, strafing, disabling
cutting crew rescue outer limit
faint feint blinking in the twilight zone.
Should anyone hurt you with cruel words or deeds
And there is no one to lean on for comfort
I hope, if nothing else...
You seek refuge in my outstretched arms
And feel the cozy warmth of my caress
Should the North Star mislead you as you follow it
Faithfully, and you eventually end up lost
I hope, if nothing else...
Adiona guides you from the dusty road
Of nowhere to your desired destination, or back home
Should we depart the shallows, and the ebb and flow
Of the tide erase our footprints by the edge of the shore
I hope, if nothing else...
The cauldron of memories we left there
Keep boiling over for eternity
Should you fail once, twice or many times
Like Sisyphus pushing a boulder up the mountaintop
I hope, if nothing else...
You keep trying, again and again
Though he never could, you eventually will
Date written: 10/12/2018
Mythological references:
Adiona is the Roman Goddess of safe return
In Greek mythology, Sisyphus or Sisyphos (/'s?s?f?s/; Greek: S?s?f??, Sísuphos) was the king of Ephyra (now known as Corinth). He was punished for his self-aggrandizing craftiness and deceitfulness by being forced to roll an immense boulder up a hill only for it to roll down when it nears the top, repeating this action for eternity.
-Wikipedia: The Free Encyclopedia
June 28 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 82-85
Key Verse – Psalms 82:1 God standeth in the congregation of the mighty; he judgeth among the gods.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR STANDING
IN THE CONGREGATION OF THE MIGHTY
Praise be to God for standing in the congregation of the mighty:
Restoring us along His satisfaction and serenity
Rejoicing our settled status with the Saviour
Redeeming souls with salvation security
Reviving spirituality by His Scriptures
Rejuvenating service-stewardship
Psalms 83:16 Praise be to the Lord for enabling us to seek Him Who:
Creates in us clean and clear conscience
Comes to us toward our comfort
Counsels us against craftiness
Confronts us in our carnality
Carries our cares
Psalms 84:11 Praise be to the Saviour for
being our sun and shield, especially when we are:
Frustrated midst our fretting
Frightened while fainting
Futile, not flourishing
Failed then faltering
Fearful and falling
Psalms 85:12 Praise be to the Almighty
for giving us that which is good to:
Bring us to His grace
Brace up our generosity
Bless us with His graciousness
Build us up by His great governance
Back us up along His gearing guidance. Amen!
June 28, 2024
when she found her husband and boss had made
arrangments in her name she began to seek help
with her faith.
She knew that what was learn had to be taught
and under who's influence
was her husband.
She worstened her fear with thinking
her womanish nature made her husband fear the security
of their togetherness. She found out that the arrangments were
for a surprise Birthday party, on her Birthday: but know one
tmade arrangements to get her were she needed to be.
So she decided to talk to someone until the day arrived.
The day before her birthday her husband told her he was needed
somewhere else and he would be leaving. She played alone and kissed him goodbye.
Moments later her freind arrived at the door. She thought for sure
she was going somewhere to be surprised, she waited and waited and at the conversations end not one mention of anything dealing with going somewhere.
They fell asleep on the couch and in the morning she wished was wished "Happy Birthday" but still know mention of going anywhere or preparing to dress properly, sign to be ready. Well, breakfast , lunch and dinner caAME AND AT sEVEN O'CLOCK HER FREIND SAID sHE WAS GOING HOME, THEY HUGGED AND THE LADY LEFTED. tHEN BEING LONESOME SHE LOOKED OUT THE WINDOW, HER FREIND WAS WALKING TO HER GARAGE. sTRANGE, STRANGE, SHE SAID WHY IS THIS tWIT GOING TO THE GARARGE. tHEN SHE SAW THE CARS. "I KNEW THEN THEY WERE OUT THEIR AND i STORMED IN THEIR SEEKING MY SURPRISE. i ACTED LIKE i NEVER KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON UNTIL i SAW MY FAITH PARTNER THERE. sHE KISSED HER HUSBAND AND EXCEPTED HUMBLNESS TO THEIR CRAFTINESS. AND TOLD THE STORY TO ENTERTAIN THEIR KNOWING. THE ORCHASTRA SURPRISED HER. SHE LOVED THE SONGS AND FOUNDOUT HER FREINDS WANTED TO MARRY THERE TO SPEAK THEIR LOVE FOR HER. "WHO sANG cONCERTO"" TO THE SADDLEWOOD OIL SCENT SUPRISED HER. HER HUSBAND AND THE ORCHASTRA!wHO SANG cONCERTO"
They dug a deep hole and
Made a tunnel at the end
They made a
large woodchimmey
And covered the hole
With logs and covered
The logs with iron plates
The had six vents that
Came to the surface
They used bobcats
And frontend loaders
To make the field have
Depth
Walking from the back
Of the circle you felt
Like you were walking
In the Roman Collusium
They made the statium using logs
Two by fours steel beams
Pvc pipes
They sewed together
Ten large tents to make the
Top of the ceiling
They wanted a uniform
Top, the engereeners
Would be awarded for
There craftiness
This might be the beganning
Of some of these guys careers
We want to have this type
Of night for all to remember
We used folding chairs
The heat coming from the
Ground wasbscented
By hickory. They had
Grills below
Were some folks
Cooked bbq
Generates made lights
And the soundmen for the evening