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At first I thought I was mistaken
Do her eyes keep diverting to me
Unsure and a little bit shaken
Taken back by a Russian beauty
I’d watch her walk past my apartment
An exciting, self confident stride
Auburn hair and a smile heaven sent
I knew with her I had to confide
I sat on the porch in the courtyard
Relaxing, taking in the night air
Sneaking up and catching me off guard
My Russian beauty dream girl so fair
Her sitting with me altered my life
I never wanted that night to end
How I met Elizabeth, my wife
My love, my confidant, my best friend
Now, near thirty seven years after
God knew it was time for you to rest
Through all of our tears and our laughter
Life with you Sweetie has been the best
Love you always, Sweetie
"I would get so high that I couldn’t breathe. My mind is so intent on making others
comfortable, on guessing where the comfort level is in others, that I, at times, tend to fry up.
This about one of those times. I was sitting by myself, as I am now, and was leaning over to
grab a strawberry, fresh Manoa strawberries, from the island, and ready for our mouths,
when it suddenly dawned on me that I could not remember my last content moment.
Preceding the strawberry was a week’s worth of carnage. An emotional tackle box getting
kicked down the street. And I wasn’t the tackle box. I wasn’t even the guy (or girl [lady for
that matter]) kicking the tackle box. I was the one watching. I was the one watching the guy
or girl or lady kicking the emotional tackle box down the street all week. And I wasn’t just
watching. I was shouting and moving, and kicking and I felt like the tackle box most of the
time.
In the store with my brother buying groceries swimming along aisles crunched together
brimming and bending with massive swelling food I get spun up and around again. Running
and dodging at the great modern bazaar. Here I am tangled in energy with the potential
torpedo-speed of diverting into any singular focus, cause, emotion, empathy, wonder, or
pity. So I walk with trembling fingers through the bardos.
Groceries are like an animal that eats you more than you eat it…”
The six eyes glared at each other. Finally one of the two heads underneath the giant upside-
down light bulb exclaimed: “Then what?”
“The transmission ends.”
She waves the document she was reading in the dead, extra-terrestrial air. She loses grip
with it as the ancient rag falls from her like a frightened dove feather if feathers could
be frightened. The other two space-suited light bulb heads chase after it. The Lady In
Command walks to the end of the lunar plateau and dreams, ‘What if I was a towel?’
Written: April 06, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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a luminous day is what I offered you
within the harbor of my spirit
you morphed into a phoenix
and soared in the sky of my desires
you flew in ecstasy
The pink sun bathed you with tenderness
you were unaware of my canvas
a lovely spring breeze arrived
my dream depicts the dust of love
ultimate joy
brightened my day
you found a raw version of me
In the arid oasis of my existence,
your specter lingered in my soul
a haze of silver-lined zeal glimmered
diverting the tsunami of kismet
the full moon slipped you by
celestial dust drifted from the soft sky
zephyr longing concerto soared
you recall, I serenaded for you
I succumbed to darkness
you never inquired as for my day
I sacrificed since you deserved it
so my day could worship you
do you want to comprehend?
the essence of real love.
genuine love is when you continue
to appreciate someone
even after the first feelings fade
even when they drive you to despair
love remains
as it was at the onset
an embrace, a kiss upon the lips
the feeling from our initial kiss
though the past vanished
fondness in my soul lingers
she might cease to love me
but I continue to adore her
I am insatiable for ampler
just akin to a wealthy man
even if she bruises me badly
I'd still long her in my arms
I'd still wish to have her by my side
even if she always stumbled me
thus, despite the pain
she'd induce me
even if she didn't need me
I would still long for her return
so, when you truly adore someone
it never truly fades away
even through grief and loss
I believe, defines real love
August 11 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 1-3
Key Verse – Jeremiah 1:19 And they shall fight against thee; but they shall not prevail against thee; for I am with thee, saith the LORD, to deliver thee.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS DELIVERANCE
Praise be to God for His deliverance:
Directing us to His will
Defending us from war-wreckage
Disentangling us against worldliness
Diverting us toward His work so worthy
Dealing with us by His Word in our weakness
Jeremiah 2:21 Praise be to the Lord for planting us
as noble vine and right seed:
Brightened though His salvation-righteousness
Blossoming with His shining restoration
Blessed along His sanctification-revival
Blissful by His Scripture-regeneration
Blooming in His steadfast rays
Jeremiah 3:14 Praise be to the Saviour
for turning us to Him from backsliding to:
Stay in His peace and truth
Seek His pardon so triumphant
Settle in His power with our trust
Set our posture upon His proven testimony
Show our security in His providence midst trials. Amen!
August 11, 2024
What Child Is This
“What child is this”
who came to earth,
knowing earth's ruler
would deplore?
“What child is this”
who came to earth,
knowing His torture
in store?
What Father is this
who loved so much,
to sacrifice His Own
flesh and blood?
A Divine Lamb, who
on a mountain stood,
offered all Earth-kingdoms
if only He, the status-quo
would let be? – “What child
is this”, who when Mary, kneeling
at His feet, diverting her eyes, He
spoke: No dear one, look up at Me~
take hold of your Brother's Hands
– and Rise!?
Copyright © Joe DiMino | Year Posted 2022
Sung by : Mystic Rose
Turning in to night
The day continues
Far more heavy and cast
Engulfing the end
Incarnating cold concerns
Empty in content
Profoundly hollow
Drowned in dreams
Sailing in the unknown
Powered by futility
Searching the vacuum
With no start, no end
Thinking and thinking
The Seekers went clueless
Diverting the issues
Nothingness continues
At last!
Sleep takes over
Merging the destinations
The day yawns again
He was a Professor of Difficult Sums,
Always kept a writing pad near,
Just in case of instant revelations,
With pencil parked behind one ear.
He could quadrate equations
With consummate ease
And quantum mechanicals
He found just a diverting tease.
He won the Nobel Prize so often
They let him keep the cup,
And he wore designer braces
To hold designer trousers up.
A benefactor of mankind,
Which used his flowing skill
To perfect better weapons with
Much more efficient ways to kill.
He lived in academic obscurity
Until the people learned his name
When he made the perfect mouse trap
Which brought him worldwide fame?
He was sent back into obscurity
When he just went a bit too far
By inventing a pollution free
Everlasting peoples motor car.
He beach combs now in Tahiti
Fitted with a silicon chip link
To wipe his mind of such thoughts
At the speed of an eyelid’s blink
For business is business
And everyone should know
The worst kind of fool is he
Who disturbs the status quo
'Stars!' 'Yes stars!'
Much marveled the wizard moon
When I thought of the stars
Deep into that darkness skiing
'Stars!' said I, 'thing of beauty starlight.'
Flung so lightening virtuoso
Inward such an adept, stellar waiting
'Stars!' said I, 'thing of starlight.'
It was uptight
Suddenly, I heard some tapping
The diverting development delving
And the planets never snapping
I have dreamed of the astronomers
My mind always strays to storms
I threw my planetary nebula upon the floor
Eagerly I looked for the leverage
I crave the pushy, planet pressure
I discovered the supernovae
When I thought of the stars
Deep into that darkness skiing
'Stars!' said I, 'thing of beauty starlight.'
'Stars!' 'Yes stars!'
3/22/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
I wonder how it will spin?
When they tell of that spring.
Eyes will meet with a nod and a wink
In keeping their lies in sync.
Grandkids will tweet
About the time in the street
When no one came out
Neither whisper nor shout
I wonder how would it spin
If enough of us knew
The political poison
They feed us by spoon.
Six feet apart in
A line to the booth
The people, enslaved,
Memorized the truth.
Some ran saying change the guard..
But now..
I wonder how it will spin
If the facts are ever sewn in?
Of how they avoided a war
By diverting our thought
With a global pandemic
That kept those in power
Feeding scraps from their table
In the shape of a dollar.
Six feet apart in
A line to the booth
The people, enslaved,
Memorized the truth.
Some ran saying change the guard..
But now..
I wonder how it will spin?
When they tell of that spring.
Eyes will meet with a nod and a wink
In keeping their lies in sync.
Grandkids will tweet
About the time in the street
When no one came out
Neither whisper nor shout
Clockwise for sure
For time must march on
And the thoughts of the disillusioned
Are censured, then gone.
The Retuning Smiles
i see beneath pairs of almond-shaped, green leavess
On white fabric, flowers set with four heart-shaped petals,
The color of sun-kissed blueberries,
Decorating the smocked sundress of the pig-tailed toddler
.Hanging over the crook of her mother’s arm, and
With her dazzling, black eyes looking all around
For some reason to be let down
Just as I was passing by,
Happy to see a pretty little child. and say, “Hi!”
The way any older woman might,
Wishing to receive a second’s gift
From the beauteous youth of the child’s smile.
But, she leaned into her mom’s chest, shy, seeing me
Stand there, one hand eagerly waving along with
My saying, “What nice flowers all over your dress,”
Diverting her attention from me down to what she wore
— The bright hearts scattered over her knees,
Causing a slight smile as her head lifted,
Which I shared, showing her my own happy,
big, slightly giggling smile,
To which her mom leamed in to kiss
Her darling girl nose to nose, thus blessing
Away the shyness…so the little girl
Shifted to sitting tall on her mom’s elbow
To seriously size me up
for herself, eye to eye —
For some moments —
While I almost lost hope.
Until at last her creased lips started to part.
The corners of her mouth rose, showing
Her several front, white baby teeth,
Set to share her smile,
Elating me, so I announced loudly,
“How pretty you are smiling!”
But when i lifted my eyes to see
Her reaction to my gleeful words,
There was no child, nor mother there. Even
Gone was the street I assumed
I’d been walking along…
And neither had I been dreaming, but
Speaking as I had into the air beyond my bed.
I’d been hallucinating. Another instance lately
That comes out of the blue, while wide awake,
Likely caused by the prefacing of exhaustion and
horrid pain I sometimes feel
Crossing my sight and mind with a
Boosting interplay with people who’re likely to smile ~
Who come, then go.
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/25/23
Thanks be to
God…