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#HUMANKIND...KINDNESS*
I saw a video of a Distressed MAN, standing solo with his FINAL PLAN, contemplation on that Ledge, it was Clear He'd Lost His Edge...
It was a Painful Sight to Watch, when Concluded No One Gives A Damn! Yet, Lo and Behold...People SHOWED Up and SHOUTED Out...WE LOVE YOU AND WE GIVE A DAMN!!!
They SHOWED* in their SIGNAGE* of LOVE for this HUMAN BEING...
They SHOUTED at their LOUDEST that They weren't there just for the SEEING ...
They SUCCEEDED and EXCEEDED when this Person
NEEDED LOVE and COMPASSION...
SUICIDE* KILLS THE SOUL...
STRANGERS THERE TO PREVENT* THIS GOAL...SPECTATORS, THEY CERTAINLY WERE NOT! ! ! ! !
As They SCREAMED, As They SHOUTED...
"WE'RE HERE FOR YOU, AND DON'T TAKE THIS ROUTE* YOU MATTER!!! YOU MATTER TO ME!!!"
I PRAY AS THE POLICE ESCORTED HIM DOWN THAT IN HIS HEART...
{A NEW START}
THERE LIED A TURNAROUND KNOWING PEOPLE SHOWED UP AND SHOWED OUT FOR HIM...{THAT PART}
BEFORE, A POTENTIAL LAST MOMENT, SIGH, OR BREATH...
"HE THOUGHT, THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT!"
MAY AFTERWARDS...
HE FEELS THE GRAVITY* OF THAT DEPTH!
As I Wept, I thought,
"See What LOVE and KINDNESS Can Do!!!!"
With All My Heart, I Pray That THEY...
"LOOK, TOMORROW IS A *N E W* DAY...
GOT THROUGH~~~~~!"
©Renee Denise Gross {GHPPR} 12/17/2017#
I once heard a song with the words, "Above us only sky". I'm not the smartest apple on the tree, but I beg to differ. Sun, moon, stars, clouds, space stations, satellites, and debris; and somewhere above and beyond us is a place called heaven. It is up there far beyond the watery clouds in the distant sky. I have a first class ticket paid for in full, allowing me to go there. Someone paid for my passage, guaranteeing a safe terror-free arrival.
Although I have never been there nor met anyone who has been to heaven, I have read and heard a lot about it, and I am looking forward to going there. Physically, both by day and by night, perhaps the closest I have been to heaven was by way of a jet plane which ascends beyond the watery clouds to around 35,000 feet above the earth. It feels so free and quiet up there high in the distant sky, where not even birds fly.
But a horizontal view across the surface of the earth is a completely different scene. There are waters of the lakes, rivers, oceans, and seas covering more than 60% of the earth. Just prior to landing, I have always enjoyed the scene from a plane as I stare at the rivers and waterways below. And I love the symmetry and the unity of water turning to vapor and ascending into the clouds, becoming one with the sky.
Below and beneath the surface of the oceans is a depth greater than 18,000 feet, but I am certain that I have not exceeded a depth of more than 20 feet of water. It is rather interesting that we were given feet to walk on the surface of the earth but have learned to fly like birds, and we were not given fins but have navigated the depths of the sea.
01052018 PS Contest, Water And Sky, Gregory Barten
Although I hate that there are wars…for they are proof how far from humanity sometimes we humans stray…I am proud to celebrate our soldiers every day…as well as Veterans Day.
What I love about Veteran’s day…my biggest source of pride
Is how for at least for one day, as a country, we put our differences aside…
Because those who fight our wars may be black or white or gay…
they may be men…they may be women…they may have different ways to pray…
but on Veteran’s day they are all honored as soldiers who fight to keep us free…
on Veterans Day our differences are ignored…and Americans are all we see.
Veteran’s Day…gives me hope…that one day our differences won’t matter any more…
and if so, there would be no reason to fight…there’d be no need for war.
No reason for so many lives to change…no reason for dismay…
no reason to ever to add to the list of those we remember on Memorial Day.
So as we commemorate another Veteran’s day…
my eternal thanks to all our Veterans…
our expectations you have far exceeded…
and with my thanks…
a hope
and a prayer
that one day
your services will no longer be needed.
I understand the world we live in is complicated…and peace will never be as easy as it seems…but on this Veteran’s Day bear with me.…and allow one man to dream.
My bus finally pulled in late
you were there as promised
although I tried not to notice
the blonde bimbo adjusting
her skirt a cross between
pat benatar and Melanie griffith
puffing on a stale Marlboro
cigarette while painting lipstick
on her collagen strickened pink
lips just like you to be charmed
to give her a light lucky strip
matchbook it didn't bother me
surprisingly enough I had no
reaction I must admit Reno Nevada
conditioned me to a soft spoken kind
of acceptance to your philandering
anticipated antics gambling again
on goods of service however
I was quite flattered you still
tried to conceal infidelity funny
it was rather attractive why you
absolutely appeared boyishly shy
caught in the cookie jar again
fishing for snacks besides our
relationships had already exceeded
the life span of any failed marriage
why we continued charades was even
more morbidly interesting to say
the least after all we were both
married to other people an yet
faithful to our personal ongoing
trisks enterages rondevues
at anyrate the stars were very
bright tonight 3:40 am the tides
were unseemingly calm wouldn't
you say what's the room number
did you lose the key again dam
I've broken another heel
just put the bags here dear
I have a cupid, all my own, he’s not the best around
I would have chucked him long ago … but he’s the only one I’ve found
His wings look like two dusters that have hung around too long
The feathers have no luster and the way they flap’s … just wrong
His actions are too stilted and his apathy seems vast
His bow is slightly wilted and his arrows are … half-fast
In many years of wishing that one missile might strike home
I had a premonition I would spend my life … alone
But then one day (as if on cue) an arrow slipped his bow
By accident it stuck in you above the left elbow
Well, that was all I needed I no longer was afraid
For my prospects now exceeded every prayer I ever made
I grasped the moment promptly just in case it slipped away
As my future fait accompli stood before me on that day
Now my Cupid keeps a quiver though his shafts are all but spent
Still I’m glad he could deliver even if by accident
And I won’t complain too loudly for the grief he put me through
I’ll just smile and thank him proudly for the wonderment … of you
They assembled and gathered
Like they have done forever
One joining the other and another
Simple, friendly and smiling faces
Trotting calmly to catch the pace
Knowing destination will be exceeded
As the abundant will continue to drive
Weakened limbs energized by the sand
Caring not of city man’s worries
Slowly the crowd is formed and bubbles
From many ramifications of Urum
An all-day event needs less hurry
Loudly heard in attitude and style
Planned through four days before
Yet another four days will witness same
Gatherings to sell, to buy and to chatter
Interacting to share, to encourage, bearing
Sharing pains, troubles and sweet songs
As an African child is bathed in powder
On each the other depends
Like persons of old subsisted
Under tattered roofs open to rain and sun
Not minding government neglect and abuse
Early comers nap, linger and do the small talk
While babies dance around half empty market
Your city life they bother not about
For no cause exists for a change of style
For all must be accomplished
If nature does not dictate otherwise
Save for the weak and the sick
Albeit, fully represented in the event
Benefiting from love and care shared
Affection administered across rough roads
However insignificant it may seem
Eternal partnerships, free like life
Help every person whom you know
You never know
when you may need
an helpful deed
Small helpful act can change a life
End someone's strife
You will feel good
for what you did
All that is given rebounds back
Helpers get back
help when needed
much exceeded
24.07.2021
For Joseph May, 12 Lines In Rhyme
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PROVERBS 11:25 :
“A generous person will prosper; whoever refreshes others will be refreshed.”
LUKE 6:38 :
“Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.”
The rebel
Line of inquiry:
“Neither desire nor aversion
Meditation our immersion
Conditioned beliefs discarded
Hymns we hum are our own version”
Strongly I feel, I am longing for “A” one;
Justly I be intense desire;
Personal how be it drawn;
I fight against authority;
I am hierarchy;
Best be believe in me;
Repugnance, to do paired said desire;
Masting said, FIRE,
feelings of dislike, repugnance bio;
Unwillingness to do something see,
One thing paired with a desire to turn away
Subject matter dismantled, swayed
Such a soul dissident, I am a maverick;
Under baptism totally involved in an activity,
or subjects matters;
Deeply I am focus;
Midst the Hocus-Pokus;
Hymnos be still my Song of Praise;
Earth and Heaven raise my name;
Purpose of adoration, I be of royal deity;
I am the Him in Hymn, really!
worship someone or something through song;
Not conceited, I’m exceeded
A Revolutionary nonconformist just an Insurgent
Never am I ever flaw, nor wrong;
Loosing (lou sing) the damn rumors...
Torpedo style full speed ahead
keeping me in suspense,
what salacious gossip
gets browned, buttered, rolled
down the alley and bred
into unsavory tidbits,
these souffled ears dread
to hear hard boiled morsels
poached, scrambled, whipped
donning barren falsehoods
zeitgeist spouting dunderhead
trumpeting hex pence heave
signature border wall
inside this weatherbeaten egghead
sponge bobbing squarepants,
whereby passers by some with fathead
steer clear avoiding your truly
wobbly, and zany fountainhead
even atlas shrugged his shoulders
in repugnance at mine R.E.M. bored
heavy slimy algal filled
legally tendered greenhead
thank dog - me noggin
rock solid hardhead
able to withstand falsehoods
pitting this uber capital one
tindered linkedin lyfted loggerhead
with silent springing
black barbs snubbed from lunkhead
argh, those cruel verbal slings
fired weapons courtesy
mass destruction multiwarhead
lobbed, rocket propelled, tear gassed
glancing off cratered moon faced pate
said vicious unfounded nailhead
sharp hearsay twittering
with wingspan outspread
pterodactyl by bajillion miles exceeded
size of Sheepshead
Bay, I knew best to tread
softly, and carry big stick
admonished by Teddy Roosevelt
in conjunction with unifying thread
primarily on issues
in mathematics and logic
advanced by Alfred North Whitehead,
hence we must find another
place to escape widespread
senior citizens acting juvenile,
maybe a place gravely wrested
or willingly conceded
from grateful dead.
I heard Run For The Roses by Dan Fogelberg on the radio the other day…instantly a memory awoke…and with it a feeling of humble joy that memory evoked.
It was years ago while still teaching (I wanted my my autistic students to experience it all!)…when our county had a program they called ‘Classroom In The Mall’.
I saw this as an opportunity for my students and I to see the world from a different point of view…as well as a chance to show people passing by all that my students could do.
We brought all our materials, including a record player and records so we could hear our music play…took a bus and set up our classroom…in the mall…for one entire day.
I was proud of my students….who exceeded my wildest expectations on that day…
and happy when people stopped to watch or ask a question before proceeding on their way.
One woman in particular stopped…watched for a while and unless I was misconstruing…seemed sincerely and genuinely interested all that we were doing.
When she finally approached me…I smiled as my joy and pride combined…
I codlin’t wait to answer her questions…to hear what was on her mind.
Would she comment on how my students were doing…ask about our routine?
Would she say to me as I humbly blushed…You’re the most amazing teacher I have ever seen?
As I stood there proud as a peacock…awaiting her remarks I could feel my anticipation rising…“Excuse me sir.” She asked, “this music you’re playing…I find it mesmerizing”
My bubble immediately burst as her words in my heart started stinging….
“I especially liked Run for the Roses,” she continued, “can you tell me who was signing.”
Nothing about my students or how she’d never seen a teacher like me before…
and once I showed her the album cover…she headed off to the record store.
Now, whenever I hear Run for The Roses I smile remembering how teaching was the chance of a lifetime in a lifetime of chance…and how blessed I was o have joined in the dance.
And as I remember a lesson from Classroom in the Mall a woman once taught to me…
of the two things I needed to be a good teacher…
self-confidence…
and humility.