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The hypnotic thrum of the wheels
Drumming smoothly along the tracks
Inside the early morning hush
Broken by the rare stifled cough
The casual rustling of a newspaper
And the whisper of sporadic conversation.
A body slumped against the window
Business papers being scanned
Earpieces inviting oblivion to the outside world
Anxious glances thrown at watches.
The driver whistles quietly to himself
Glad that soon his shift will be over
Trees ,bushes,houses and bridges
Slide past,silent observers of the passing scene.
What is that?He stiffens
The crucifixion shape on the parapet
The manual did spell out such eventualities.
Uselessly he slams on the brakes
He glimpses the inward looking eyes
The body glances off the windscreen
The brakes screech and squeal
And the acrid stench of burning flesh fills the air.
The sickening jolt throws
Everyone awake.
Time grinds to a halt.
Our Final Dance with Death
One way or another in this life each of us shall end up,
In that final dance of our life—that dance with Death.
Some shall experience this dance routine earlier in life,
Whilst others shall follow later in the course of a life’s run.
Hope, faith, courage, and a spirit of love may help each of us
To cope with the expected final eventualities from this dance.
It’s oft easier to wax philosophically about someone else’s
Circumstances with Death’s spectre rather than our very own.
Ultimately, one’s faith in Almighty God is the eternal power
Far beyond our death that beckons all of us to His Kingdom.
And so, this final dance with Death is our transition from the
Mortal Coil as our souls ascend skyward into God’s Kingdom.
Deus est qui regit omnia—and we are one with Him in the end.
Deus miseratur, Deus vobiscum—Amen! Amen! Amen! Amen!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 12, 2018 (Couplet)
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I am here for you
By Michelle Morris
11/08/2020
I am here for you -
Whatever you need, or
Wherever you go;
I am here for you,
And those words
Aren't for show.
I am your strength
When you feel like you
Can't carry on;
I am your rock,
To cling to or stand on.
I will save you from
Life's stormy seas,
And help you build
Bridges to
New eventualities.
I am here for you -
Come night or day,
Rain or sunshine;
I am here for you;
I'll make you feel
Free and fine.
I am here for you -
Please know it in
Your soul;
I am here for you;
Here to help make you
Whole.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Between day and night
my quiescent hub
Eve and dawn slow-
dancing in the soft pause
Views are hazy
lazing in the mellowed rev
Eventualities curb
as harmonies merge
Chords dark, soon creep
in a discordant sync
overpowering the light
dimming melody’s halo
Menace seeps deep tones
droning thru a dream
Packed disharmony!
Wolves snarling sharp
as they watch
singular beams of aurora
nick and sear,
jarring woods from deadpan
I grieve the briefness,
this escape from me and i
Over the calm,
life calls away its woo
(8/7/2022 Inspired by Gymnopedies I Contest)
Life is but a corridor, and death is the only door
whatever you take with you, is yours forever more
time is as a fleeting shadow, passing days are not perceived
when you realize your loss, it will be too late for you to grieve
A wise man foresees eventualities, and prepares himself in advance
while the fool pushes things off to tomorrow, and relies on chance
wisdom dictates that we should recognize, our years in this world are few
no man knows the day of his death, nor takes advantage, of his life to review
The soul, a piece of your eternity in a physical being, to you has been given
challenged by the tests in this world, for good or for bad, will your soul be driven
against your will were you created, and against your will are you forced to choose
alone you have the fortitude to win, or accept the consequences if you lose
Standing tall and full of faith, you decide to give it your best shot
you change your life for good giving up much, and never forgot
the truth is of great value to you, because you acted upon it when you knew
only what you have succeeded to overcome, in the end will belong to you
Believing Covid has to be
a plan hatched by humanity
hoaxing a deadly disease
To which we've no immunity
One to see our freedoms cease
or fraud shaping economies
controlling all within a peace
One rule for all in all countries
Means you think it is mans creation
A vast fictitious fabrication
toward desired destination
benefiting every nation
A theory of simplicity
controlling all submissively
abiding voluntarily
united in a unity
But in its practicality
A paradox of boundaries
to have planned actualities
Bound for eventualities
This simplistic conspiracy
a variable complex mystery
Which in all probability
a near impossibility
Covid's true seems much more likely
when conspiracies weigh lightly
and the truth shines logic brightly
whilst conspiracies end blindly
Ponderings
As life moves along its continuum
As reflection of the past becomes an increasing occurrence
As the sun rises and sets each day as before
When the hours pass just like they always have
When one day leads into the next
When time seems to be fleeting
What do we think about
What do we do to pre-occupy our minds with
What can we do to prepare for life’s eventualities
How do we justify our being
How do we look at how our life unfolded
How do we move on from here
Why, why now
Why the process and the journey
Why me
Into the abyss we move
Deeper and deeper into our own sole journey
To be remembered or forgotten
That is the question to pondered this day
Andreas Simic©
Eventualities don't apply to me
(I can dream)
no matter their presence
in the mirrors of reality
Always one step ahead
though the shrinking distance
haunts
like the miles left for a Tesla charge
eventualities be damned
A proud GTO once sneered
at the pitiful jalopies that
soiled the curb
a roaring young engine
never once to glance at
those left behind -
the defunct riffraff
that Pontiac replaced,
now, their value measured only
by the thump of a
Mecum gavel
The showrooms now occupied
by "green" Prius's
and other hybrid youths
who sneer at discontinued
glutinous appetites
While the GTO,
like a deserted lunar excursion module,
waits for the next Apollo mission -
still
I've learned to celebrate today
until my "jalopiness" overcomes me -
eventualities be damned!
Walkers gather throughout the year
In Keswick, Ambleside and Grasmere
They come to walk the fells
No matter the weather wet or clear
They travel from near and far
To follow the maps of Mr Wainwright
Who walked these same fells in the past
And left a memorial to follow aright
They are many to choose from
Helvelyn, Helm Crag, Catbells and Skiddaw
That’s just a few from the many
You have all kinds in which to draw
Be prepared for all eventualities
Good boots waterproofs ect. are a must
So are water to drink and food to eat
Then looking upwards in prayerful trust
They also are captured on film
Featuring Julia Bradbury on DVD
To follow the steps of dear AW
Giving hope and inspiration for you and me
poetgord
anything could happen today
i mull and sift through
likely possibilities
rule out the unlikely
settle upon the most reasonable
as usual I walk
take a longer route
still pondering
how the day will unfold
unaware
of the passage of time
the day slips into afternoon
I am still speculating
planning eventualities
working out how to manage
the coming hours
time slips by unnoticed
it is evening
still anything is possible
anything could still surprise
take me unawares
I am yet more vigilant
watching for something
night falls
i ponder the endless possibilities
the odds of anything happening
tomorrow