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She is pregnant.
Feeling a baby grow inside of her was the most magical time of her life
wondering what he or she will be like, knowing that one day she would hold them in her hands is one of the greatest Joy a woman can ever experience.
Love, anticipation, anxiety … you’re just a melting pot of emotions right now.
She whispered to her husband, I will be a mother soon
The expression on her face shows she can't wait to love, care, pamper, tender, nurture and inspire the foetus in her uterus.
Everybody knows am pregnant even if they can't see, I only can feel it
I am pregnant with ideas
I am pregnant with purpose
I am pregnant with burning dreams
I am pregnant with great aspiration
I am pregnant to fulfill a divine mandate
I am pregnant to influence lives
I am pregnant to meet a need
I am pregnant for a better tomorrow
I am pregnant to feed the nations
I am pregnant to affect my generation
I am pregnant to live for you
I am pregnant to wipe tears
I am pregnant to inspire you
BUT
I can't denied along side am pregnant with fears, my limitation, frustration, intimidation that can perpetually abort what's inside of me
I kept asking the WHY, WHEN and HOW will all my longings come to manifest
Then I heared in a still Voice
Trust in me with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding in all my ways am only permitted to acknowledge him and he shall direct my path
I heared again the vision is yet for an appointed time though it tarry it will surely come to pass
That gave me courage, determination and enthusiasms to press and never to give up
I know and i surely believe i can't die with my purpose living inside of me if I do then the world is at end.
Now that am still here, its either now or never.
Don't quit on your dreams you are closer to it today than you were yesterday.
If tomorrow
She’s not there
I will live
A life
In despair
I would fall
Away
From her hand
Deflated
Flat
No light
Could I bare
I would wallow
In my sorrow
Exist
Only
In my self-pity
Yet
One tiny part of me
Would see across
The plain
Of my self-loathing
And that tiny part
Would start
Slowly
To build a scaffold
Bar by bar
Dawn by dawn
Slowly
Build me up
And direct me
To where
I need to be
I would seek out
Words of wiser men
Then me
Schopenhauer
Nietzsche
Aristotle
And more
Their words
Would turn me
A flat, deflated
Self-pitying
Nobody
Into a God
Into A devil
Into a philosopher
And I would find
Happiness
Again
But different
Not external
But
Internal
I need no one
To create happiness
By their presence
I find it
Inside
By understanding
The human psyche
And the traps
The masses
Leave
To tare you down
For they are scared
And envious
That I
Am able
To move on
But still
I dreamt
And still do
As tomorrow
She’s not there
In the heart of worlds, a whisper sneaks,
"We fear love," a question that ripples the calm,
We desire closeness, a sweet plunge into the verdure of the soul,
Yet doubt surrounds us when our steps become hesitant, scared.
It's the mist of fear that sprouts, a shield against the fiery longing;
The closer we stand, the deeper the longing might burn us.
It's the terror of suffering that lurks in secret,
Of being swept away and drowned in a sea of pure love, wrapped in deceptive play.
We vow nostalgically, let no one scratch our arrow,
In this deaf endeavor, we've covered love like a relic, beneath an inert mask.
There is no pure love without the slightest pain, without hidden tears in the eyes,
The denser the embrace, the deeper the poison that could seep into memories.
Every soul that treads upon this clod of earth has felt a twinge ever so strong,
How shall we direct this pain, how to stand tall and unfooled?
If we hide our pain, like a transmitter with clashing signals,
We long openly, but raise walls around the heart, and thus we suffocate.
Loneliness embraces us, pure love cannot break through,
Love, that we keep in a sealed box, the desire for tenderness dwindles.
But look, I've opened up, vulnerable, with the gate of my heart wide unshielded,
I do not tremble before pain, for it probes my spirit, uplifts it into love.
Life teaches me time and again, what repairs the pain lets the heart grow,
If we bolt our feelings, we sink into misery, in the realm of petrified dreams.
True love, with an open heart, we must welcome into our being,
And only by traversing through love's enchantment, truly, our steps are led towards happiness.
You are eternal, we extol your power!
The Creator of the universe;
You are the Everlasting Father,
Provider of salvation by grace
You reign with justice, goodness and mercy.
We submit to your dominion and power
You are forever, we declare your peace!
You are the Son, everlasting Word;
You are the beloved Prince of Peace
Promised Son, yet to be King.
You bled, You died, You rose to victory!
We lay down our lives and our souls in peace.
You are without end, we welcome your presence!
Eternal Spirit, you walk beside us;
You are our Wonderful Counselor,
Paraclete, our help, our guide.
You will protect, correct, and direct us.
We exist within your holy presence.
You are worthy, we worship you with praise!
Three times unique, matchless three in one,
Father, Son and Spirit: Mighty God -
Physician to whom we run.
You heal the heart, the mind, and the body.
We offer you glory, thanksgiving and praise.
An Aussie Bush Pee
Now! Have you ever tried to have a pee?
while squatting down and hiding in the bush.
But first, must pull your jeans and undies down
while all the time you’re showing off your toosh.
You grab your jeans and undies in one hand
to keep them out the way before you go.
While balanced in a squat your legs apart
you think you’re ready to then let it flow.
But! as it starts you then begin to squirt
it everywhere except upon the ground.
And then you realize you cannot stop
pee on your legs, your jeans, and all around.
You try to hold it back while you then change
position of your squat will be the plan.
You curse and swear, but then it squirts again
it’s time like this you wish you were a man.
Undo their zip and let it all hang out
before they start just hold it in their hand.
And then direct the flow just where they want
‘Cause they can take a pee while they still stand.
But no! For me I have to try and squat
on wobbly legs while trying not to fall.
Then as I go, I know I’ll wet my pants,
but how to stop it I have bugger all.
So! Next time when I am out in the bush
and need to pee; I’ll strip off all my clothes.
I’ll stand up straight, pretend I am a man
And maybe only pee upon my toes.
But wait! I have now found the perfect seat
that I can use when I need a bush pee.
No longer need to squat and squirt it out
I’ll take my new ‘bush dunny seat’ with me.
Christine ©
There’s an NFL game on tonight at 9pm.
It’s the playoffs, from Denver to Paris via VPN
The Patriots and the Broncos will galdiate to win
a chance to be in the Super Bowl again.
I used to be a big ‘pats’ fan
back when Tom Brady was ‘the man.’
I’ve read it will be super cold - but these are two cold weather teams.
Go Patriots, Go Seahawks! (the Seahawk game is on too late for me).
“You’re SO excitable” Peter (my bf) teased.
As I set out the popcorn bowls, hours early.
He’s a basketball guy - but no one’s perfect.
Personally speaking, basketball’s hard to watch
with all of those sneakers squeaking.
Speaking of games, Here are some of the best pickup lines
I’ve heard lately - in a cafe across from campus, no less.
(Euro-guys are such schmoozers). Here we go:
You’re in med-school, Ya? Well, I hurt myself falling for you.
Your pants are mirror-like, I can see myself in ‘em.
If I rub you, I bet all of my dreams will come true
You’re like Google, you’re everything I’ve been searching for.
Are we in the same lab? Cause you and I’ve got chemistry.
If you were my homework, I'd do you every night
“I’m pursuing a close relationship,” I say, not making direct eye contact.
“Sorry,” I shrug, “it’s a closed world.”
.
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A song for this:
Walk On By by Jonathan Butler
Walk On By by Lola Young ??
Walk On By by Asleep at the wheel
Into the silence I roam
So easy to get lost
So easy not to feel
So great not to be hurt
Into the silence is how I have belonged
Takes no shape no form
A matter of nothing
It all makes me numb
Can't fear regretion
Won't experience love no more
Into the silence makes all the sense in my world
It's a fortress of fear surrounded by four not so strong sides
You can't penatrate it I won't let you
It's a refusal to speak based on my own traits
Compromises everything I have come to know
It's this world outside me that I seem to fear the most
The brave face of laughter carries me through but sucks my life dry
It's my reality I imagine to be real
Unfit to be loved unfit to grow
Just stuck in the silence
I need to break free
Need to be a different mold of myself
Complicated it is to me this silence I bring to my days
This croch of insercurty I try to hold my weight up
It's the continuous limp of destain for this
My Silence My Choices My Mistakes
Silence is golden a weak man's treasure
It will direct me forward unless I change the silence
I make some type of noise
I create what he has installed
Talent is not silence talent is noise
Break away from the silence and I know I will be heard
Everything today is instant!
More ram, faster processor –
My God!--how I miss the
Slower and Lesser; when one
had pause between actions –
took time for personal stills
and reflections. Nowadays, plugs
in all ears; screens everywhere...
gone the epic when people would
openly share, bits and pieces of
meaningful self: when things were
far less programmed; from the
heart, direct and spontaneous;
a time when people seemed less
fearful of silence – to be alone
with one's thoughts – needing
less external distraction, the
flashing and ringing electronics
that are rapidly becoming
our modern pulpits and courts.
"Whose woods these are I think I know"
I'll walk awhile in the light snow
Maybe I'll see a Christmas tree
Wild Holly berries_just sightsee
These wood end at beautiful quay
Ocean's song lures to be carefree
The quay is long solidly built_ stores
And shopes with goods along these shores
I'll walk this way though circle back
Through the woods by the hermit's shack
A nice long trek through winter's woods
I'm glad I went I wish you could....
First line a direct quote from Robert Frost"s
poem "Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening"
#2..A Winter's Walk
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: Winter Couplet
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"About This Poem"
Here are some thoughts
that you may wish to ponder
About our earthly existence
wherever you may wish to wander
Two organs to consider
for a moment keep them apart
Both reliant on each other
refers to the brain and heart
Following conception, the cell division begins
the first organ, the heart begins to form
The pulsing of the heart begins around day twenty two
many months before we are born
On the other side of life
many carcasses in an abattoir I have observed
Up to an hour after death the heart remains pulsing
in total isolation from from the brain and organs that it once served
To me this indicates the importance of both
the breath and heart as Gods loving means of our direct connection
We have no need for intermediaries to deliver controlling insurrection
Thoughts and words only arise from the brain
Feelings arise from the heart alone
Joy truth and love important feelings from which we must not abstain
The anagram of heart is mother earth
Consider feelings which define our loving worth
How many times in life have
your gut feelings been ignored
In hindsight have you wished you had listened
to what your intuitive feelings had implored
Action speaks louder than words a quote I've often heard
a hug a smile a kiss a wave arising from the heart
More significant than just uttering affection a thought emanating word