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In chambers grand where words like weapons flew,
Sat Churchill, stout, and Astor, sharp and new
(The first lady MP, with spirit and with grace),
Who often met the statesman, face to face.
Their rivalry, a legend, oft-retold,
A battle of wits, worth more than gold.
Though much is but apocryphal, they say,
The tales endure to brighten up our day.
Part I: The Gentleman and the MP
Winston, with Brandy in his steady hand,
Surveyed the House, the finest in the land.
Then Astor rose, her voice a sudden sharp decree,
“To have a woman here’s like you in your privy!”
The Prime Minister, with a twinkle and a grin,
Replied, “My Lady, that is quite a sin!
But fear not, ma’am, no danger to my pride,
You’re not good-looking enough for me to hide!”
Part II: The Poisoned Cup
At Blenheim’s table, ‘midst the silver gleam,
The tension rose, a palpable, hot stream.
She eyed his cup with a disdainful lip,
And let a cutting, venomous remark slip:
“Winston,” she snapped, with fervor in her tone,
“If you were my husband, I’d put poison in your tea, you’re on your own!”
He paused, then swallowed, with a look so wry,
And gave a swift, unburdened, classic reply:
“Madam,” he said, without a moment’s pause,
“If you were my wife, I’d drink it to applause!”
Part III: The Sober Dawn
On another eve, or so the story goes,
She saw his state and let her anger show.
“Winston, you're drunk!” she cried, with eyes so cold,
A fact she felt courageous to unfold.
He looked, with a ponderous, heavy sigh,
“And you, my lady, are extremely ugly, I won't lie.”
"But fear not, in the morning, I'll be sober and all new,
And you, alas, will still be ugly, through and through!”
Part IV: The Masquerade
When talk arose of some grand, masked affair,
And Churchill mused on what strange guise to wear,
‘Twas Astor who suggested, quick and clear,
Dispelling any notion he held dear:
“Why don’t you come as yourself, Prime Minister, for once and all?”
"Or better yet,” she added, “why not just come sober to the ball?”
So went the “feud”, a lively, verbal spar,
Between two titans, like a distant star,
Whose witty words, though maybe not all true,
Paint pictures of an age that’s fresh and new.
A time when cutting insults, sharp and bright,
We were parried with a quip and pure delight.
In whispered realms where passion thrives,
Two souls entwine in moonlit dives.
Upon a canvas of stars above,
They paint their tale through kisses and love.
Soft lips collide like petals' grace,
A dance of tongues, a fiery embrace.
In tangled limbs, desires ignite,
Bodies aflame, two spirits take flight.
Eyes lock in rapture, a gaze intense,
A language unspoken, yet so immense.
Exploring landscapes, both uncharted and known,
In each other's warmth, they find their home.
Gentle caresses like poetry's verse,
Tracing skin, every contour immersed.
Fingers whisper secrets, hearts drum in sync,
As they map the constellations of passion's brink.
A symphony of sighs, a melody of moans,
In hushed crescendos, their intimacy's shown.
Rhythms of pleasure like waves on the shore,
In a sea of sensation, they eternally explore.
In whispered confessions, vulnerability blooms,
Their naked truths dispelling all gloom.
Sweat-slicked bodies, a tempestuous sea,
Lost in the tempest of love's decree.
As climax approaches, ecstasy soars,
A celestial collision, like meteor showers.
Two souls, once separate, now fuse and entwine,
A masterpiece painted by kisses divine.
In the afterglow's warmth, they lie side by side,
Hearts as one, in love's tender stride.
A tale of ardor and intimacy's art,
Forever inscribed on each other's heart.
In the timeless tumult of time’s tempestuous tide,
I find myself adrift, with neither rudder, nor guide.
Each crest and trough, a murmured decree of fate,
In this ceaseless sea, I strive to navigate.
Amidst the ragged rocks and soothing surf, where dreams collide,
I seek solace, my sore soul laid bare, resigned.
Yet, uncompromising currents, pull with inexorable might,
Toward shores unknown, beneath a shroud of darkest night.
Echoes of voices, carried on the sorrowful spray,
Haunt the silence of the sea, in their lamenting array.
Hopes and dreams—shattered and strewn, like seashells on the shore,
Memories, like luminous lanterns, lost to the fathoms forevermore.
Beneath the pale moon’s somber, silver stream,
Resounds the depth of my silent, sinister scream.
I am but a weary wraith, swallowed by the sweeping swell,
A spectral figure, ensnared in life’s accursed spell.
Yet amidst the chaos and crashing waves,
A glimmer of light, flickers upon the bay.
Echoing through the fog, a deep, sonorous horn I hear,
A newfound beacon of hope, dispelling dread and fear.
For in the heart’s harbor, a lighthouse stands tall,
It’s radiant light, burning bright, a beacon for all.
Its beam, piercing the darkness and fog, illuminating the way,
To navigate life’s ceaseless sea, safely a shore, a new day.
With halyard in hand, and renewed courage clear,
“Hoist the sails,” I command, charting course, despite the drear.
For in each cresting wave, a tale untold,
In every swirling storm, a chance to be bold.
Carried upon the currents, I forge my way,
Through storm and calm, night and day.
For life’s ocean vast, though fearsome and wild,
Is but a canvas, for the bewitched and beguiled.
-Edward
She thought she could get by with walking over the frozen lake.
But then she remembered stories of others who did not make it.
Her fear held her back. It usually does. Sometimes more than once a day.
Come on! Her friends urged her. We are all going out there!
She watched them from her window, wishing she had the nerve.
They were sliding around, pulling each other’s sleds with ropes.
Their laughter finally pulled her out of her doldrums and her safe spot.
She was soon gingerly walking on the ice, her heart singing.
“Hey! It’s Suzie!” Her friends ran toward her. They had all kinds of ideas.
She had brought skates, but none of the rest of them had them.
She put them on, but soon went down. More than one time.
Forget the skates! Her friend Sam suggested. That’s where ours are.
Their skates were lying in clumps all over the frozen ice hills.
She put on her boots and began walking across the lake again.
It was a brisk, fine, cold day, and the sun was out.
What if the ice melts? She asked her friends, worried.
“Tommy’s daddy is a park ranger. He says this won’t melt for a month.”
They all agreed, dispelling her fears. She had the best day ever!
A whirlwind of chaos, a joyful loud-sound,
Three wild spirits I love, on adventurous ground.
Fourteen, then twelve, and the youngest, a seven,
Bringing antics and charm, a small piece of heaven.
They build with their LEGOs, grand dreams in the air,
Fortresses, spaceships, beyond all compare.
Then out to the yard, where their sports battles rage,
I'm there in the stands, for each thrilling new stage.
My cheers ring out loudly, my voice strong and clear.
A beacon of love, dispelling all fear.
In the pool we all splash, on a hot summer day,
I'm caught in their currents of boisterous play.
The fighting erupts, a familiar refrain,
And I'll admit, sometimes, it drives me insane.
But a part of me grins, though I might roll my eyes,
Their bold, mouthy spirit, a delightful surprise.
For though they are noisy, and mischievous too,
And every day brings something wonderfully new,
I'm there for their plays, and their triumphs, and strife,
My nephews, my niece, the true joy of my life.
Comforting me is peace that God does grant
With His love making my heart jubilant
Assuring my day with a serene mind
Labouring as His triumphant servant.
I need my Saviour’s peace every moment
To grip me midst stewardship engagement
Dispelling thoughts of anguish and distress
Subduing unbelief’s predicament.
With the peace* of Christ in me prevailing
I’m ensured of great victory’s sealing
Upon His Scriptures, failing never
Midst harsh crises along fright's grueling.
*2Thessalonians 3:16 Now the Lord of peace himself give you peace always by all means.
June 27, 2019
Sunrise
Like an actor waiting for the curtains to part before the scene unfolds,
She waits below the dark horizon for her appointed time to appear.
The shades of pinkish gray, and bronze and a myriad of color combinations on the horizon, betray her attempt to hide from view.
It is as if she is playing peekaboo with the darkness, tantalizing her audience, mesmerizing them with a symphony of colors.
Suddenly she emerges from beneath the horizon, a sliver of a golden orb, revealing a fraction of herself at a time, all the while painting a scene of indescribable beauty on the canvas of the sky above the line where heaven meets earth.
Once she begins this phase of the drama, there is no hesitation. She is like a giant awaken from slumber and ready to run a race.
Soon this blazing orb of burning gases we call the sun, dispels the darkness of predawn and the earth is aglow with her golden beams.
It is God's plan, that you too should rise and shine like the sun, dispelling darkness wherever it's found.
So open your heart and let the Son in, then you like the sun will become His channel of light, to those all around you for whom day is still night.
She breathes honesty into the bedroom
Dispelling liars and troublemakers
Flinging lechers into the fires of hell
She takes no guff
Sure at first some thought she would go easy
Targeting her at the bar
Sidling up, expecting her to fold
Someone to take home and fondle, possibly molest
She disarms them with her light green eyes
Her lilting laugh, her pretense at being inebriated
She gives them the little girl smile
So they will take her home.
When her eyes go amber and her face goes gray
She takes their lives, trying to conquer their souls
Some wail and scream
Others go quietly, knowing they deserve it
She gives no mercy
No hope
No relief
For at one time
When she was young
None was given to her.
Where sun-kissed savannahs endlessly sweep,
And acacia crowns the skies, a verdant keep,
A titan walks, with earth-shaking tread,
A monument of grace, with wisdom bred.
Oh, Elephant, colossal and wise,
Your eyes, like embers, gleam beneath the skies.
Your ivory tusks, like sun-bleached spears,
Pierce the heavens, dispelling all our fears.
Through emerald depths, you silently stride,
A living fortress, with nature as your guide.
Your trunk, a trumpet, blasts a rhythmic call,
Echoing through valleys, grand and tall.
With a gentle touch, you pluck a leafy prize,
Nourishing your form, beneath the sunlit skies.
Matriarch wise, with love unbound,
You lead your herd, on sacred, ancient ground.
Oh, Elephant, guardian of the plains,
Your ears, like maps, etched with wisdom's gains.
You listen to the whispers of the earth,
Guiding your steps, is a testament to your worth.
But shadows lurk, a darkness cast afar,
Where greed and folly wage a callous war.
Forests recede, and poachers stalk the night,
Threatening your future, with a consuming blight.
Let us stand tall, and raise a voice so strong,
To shield these giants, where they rightfully belong.
For in their presence, we find our guiding light,
A mirror to our soul, a future ever bright.
So let us cherish them, these titans of the land,
Protecting their haven, with a caring hand.
For in their grandeur, a truth we come to see,
Respect for all creatures, eternally.
Oh, Elephant, may you forever roam,
In lands untamed, your true and sacred home.
A timeless emblem, of strength and majesty,
Forever etched, in Earth's tapestry.
Thankful for belief in THE ALMIGHTY GOD.
Cannot imagine a world void of belief in Him.
It brings the hope of overcoming and dispelling
all the evils that exist on earth.
Thankful for both the FAMILY I was born
into and the family via my wife and me.
No connection is greater than family.
I have been a part of a CHURCH since childhood.
Later on, by personal choice, I determined the church
to be a very binding and unifying reality in my life.
Without FRIENDS where would I be? What would I have
accomplished without the support they offer in my life.
My friends have always been very vital to me.