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"Missed"
if you wanted me
to write about
rainbows and unicorns,
I would have to say
romance was never
on the menu of
the grinning soul,
in the days
when war came.
lines drawn in sand, see,
grains easily blow away,
to reveal what of strength,
hard and cracked, yet so
tangible survives underneath
it all, firmly remains.
the thistle with
its royal violet inviolate crown,
its thorns like swords,
persistent, makes its way
to what little light
endures, holds out,
shoots its way through
the fallout clouds.
it blooms
like a revolution.
never changes its
regiment colour.
beauty in survival
allays arid memories
and relishes the rain
to grow new life;
and like a thistle
the petals will-o-wisp
like a halo up into
the sky, far away,
but the roots
remain fixed
strong and
militarily resilient,
day after day.
romance comes
in the flurry of snow
falling on an
upturned face,
faith in something
of grace, offers
a smile that sings
still life doesn't exist here,
tongue outstretched
sensually tasting
a poisonous life
remembering
the last naked
tryst and how
one survived
the assassin’s kiss,
though the shooter
didn’t fare that well.
the shooter
perhaps loved
the target,
too much.
the target saw
the transparency,
reality of truth,
a subtle softness
pouring out
in the bleed, could win
through
the atomic
missed.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“This is what comes of military training”, she said, ”born and bred from military - both air and land forces - one becomes habitually practiced and intuitively alert to the enemy's position. Strategically, one is always lethally equipped, both psychologically and physically, in surviving wars on the mortal plane. Particularly, much later in the singularity wars, for a neural neophyte piloting those missions of slippery inter-dimension”.
In the days to follow, this quality in her would stand her well, in both dark and light fields, contradictory yet complimentary, the two warring co-ordinates of the Cross Field in the new domain. It was the place of the in-between worlds, where her mission would be implanted and eventually executed, expeditiously and with great success. Much to her detriment.
I'm not saying that it's in high demand with expressions of 'I can't wait'. Sometimes we overlook the things we really need until it's too late. It's not that I'm hearing massive cries for, 'Whatever happened to...? It's no secret that we take for granted things like the morning dew, and it's been said that we don't miss our water until the well runs dry.
Would someone please tell me whatever happened to 'Common Sense?
I don't know if she's been spotted in your neck of the woods, but I have
been in search of her for some time now, and I can't seem to find her anywhere. Is she taking a sabbatical, a leave of absence, or has she
simply up and quit?
Anyway, her extended absence is causing me to consider opening a new kind of factory. I don't claim to be a substitute for Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, but if common sense doesn't show her face expeditiously, I will be forced to launch a campaign for funds, grants, and loans to start producing Common Sense.
I'm not comfortable calling it a product, and I'm not interested in making a profit in as much as we all shall benefit and profit. I tell you, we need it like the water we drink. It appears that we have been 'dumbing down' for the longest time, and I'm afraid we will keep sinking deeper into the mud of mediocrity because we have forgotten how to think.
I must confess that I'm really not a builder or manufacturer. So I think I'll just pray for the return of Common Sense.
051120PSCtest, Willy Wonka Is Not Here So What Is My Factory Going To Make, Caren Krutsinger
Like stormy raindrops of terror sowing panic and greed;
Like a dark and deadly cloud descending upon the planet
whose purpose is destruction; Like rising tides from all seven seas,
destined to destabilize the shores of nations; The coronavirus is seeking
a host for its own survival. It must be resisted and stopped in its tracks!
Dear Lord, we need an antidote. O Lord, we need a vaccine. The CDC
indicates that we are a year removed from having a cure to kill the Coronavirus. Lord, fear and trepidation have wrapped their hands around many nations of the world, stopping them in their tracks. We ask you to replace this fear with the antidote of hope, vision, and faith.
Lord, for your glory and not our goodness, may we live and not die to tell of your goodness and great mercies to this generation.
Lord, we pray that you will supernaturally expand the present intellectual capacity of the mind of mankind and expedite the cure for this epidemic; and may you grant YOUR WISDOM to those who are so faithfully laboring for a vaccine. We pray that the plague will be halted expeditiously and that mankind the world over will see and acknowledge your great mercies.
And O Lord God, we humbly bow to your bidding and appeal to your magnanimous grace even though we are not deserving of the least of your blessings. In the name of Jesus Christ, we pray. Amen.
032320PoSp
June 22 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 54-59
Key Verse – Psalms 54:4 Behold, God is mine helper: the Lord is with them that uphold my soul.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HELPING US
Praise be to God for helping us as He:
Teaches us His truth
Tests us for our tenacity
Tries us toward our triumph
Treats us against tempting tribulations
Trains us tactfully, tenderly and thoughtfully
Psalms 55:22 Praise be to the Lord for letting us
cast our burden upon Him for us to be:
Ushered toward His goodness
Utilized along His generosity
Upheld by His greatness
Upkept with His grace
Useful for His glory
Psalms 56:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
enabling us to walk before Him midst:
Vices by His values
Villains with His virtues
Viciousness for His victory
Vanities for our vowed valiant venture
Victimized voices as we vie against violence
Psalms 57:7 Praise be to the Almighty for
fixing our hearts toward His:
Warming against our weakness by His promises
Watching ways for our peacefulness
Working wondrous performance
Warning that wakes our pause
Winning of worthy power
Psalms 58:11 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
Who judges:
Expertly as He empowers
Excellently as He enables
Expeditiously as emboldens
Ethically by His endurance
Equitably which He exemplifies
Psalms 59:9 Praise be to our Creator for
being our defense:
Shielding our souls from sins
Strengthening our sanctified spirit
Securing our salvation steadfastness
Sustaining us by His satisfying sufficiency
Sealing our stewardship with service-settlement. Amen!
June 22, 2024
For most animals of the wild, life is all about the next meal and raising their young. For a few horses, it's a sport, and life is all about a 2-minute race in the month of May. However, for the cheetah, it's all about a high-speed chase for food on any given day.
Every year in early May, people gather in Louisville, Kentucky for the Kentucky Derby. The festival lasts for several days, but the main event consisting of the 20-horse race is over in just over two minutes. That event is about the three year old thoroughbreds who can reach 1.25 miles the fastest. The winner of the Derbe will have to compete well to win in 122 seconds at about 37mph.
However, if a Cheetah participated in such a race, he would leave those horses in the dust, because he can reach 60mph in 3 seconds and reportedly run as fast as 70 mph. Nevertheless, when you add it all up, I would much prefer being a horse who can 'long endure' than a cheetah who must capture his prey expeditiously, because he cannot for long sustain such a running pace.
The cheetah is a sprinter who expends a tremendous amount of energy, and if he is to enjoy a meal on any given day, his chase of the prey must be completed in about a minute or less. In the grand scheme of things, life is much more than a chase and in the pursuit of life's purpose and destiny, I ask myself, "Am I a sprinter or a long-distance runner?" "Do I have enough to finish the race?"
030720PoSpCtest, Monopoly, Kai Michael Neumann
In the darkest hour of a day,
My lids seal tight my vision.
At once my myelin propagates
a subconscious decision.
I saw him there with her again,
this time I smiled and spoke.
He never uttered a response,
my greeting was revoked.
I sauntered over where they stood,
his teeth clenched and her eyes glared.
He hoped I would not speak a word,
and wished that I had cared.
I asked them if they knew where I
could find my love I'd gifted.
His head once bowed in breathless shame,
somehow became lifted.
He released her hand and handed me his,
I clutched it to my chest,
so he could feel the rhythm
in the hollow emptiness.
He said, "You granted me a chance
for your love to dwell in me.
I only hope that it remains
where you thought it safe to be."
In an instance, my unfilled void
overflowed with gratitude.
My broken heart and carnal thoughts
expeditiously subdued.
I realized, love is not mine,
to hold hostage in closed fists.
It was given to me to give freely,
just like HIS other gifts.
I thanked him well and placed his hand
back into her small palm.
I wished them well and walked away,
my eyes filled, but my soul calm.
In the brightest hour of the day,
my heart unleashed my vision.
My eyes saw in front of me,
my mind embraced my mission.
This dream which nestled deep,
in my slumber's resting bed,
is now a message I carry to you
"Love in ink and not in lead!"
I received a novel item in the mailbox today.
It wasn't the usual bill or another political survey.
'Twas a letter! A letter, mind you, from a friend of many years!
A hand-written missive so rare that I'll keep it among my souvenirs!
What a pleasure to receive cheery news on the written page,
When e-mail messages that clog my computer are all the rage!
'Twas good to see splendid cursive writing from his fluid pen.
I hadn't received a letter via slo-mail since I don't know when!
The computer is a marvelous contrivance and has so many uses,
But using it for the personal touch, precious intimacy it reduces!
Nowadays, communicating with cell phones and texting is so fast,
That I fear the art of letter writing may become a thing of the past!
I must admit that I find communicating with the computer opportune,
When with family and friends I wish to expeditiously commune.
But when love or sincere condolences I wish to convey,
A letter is more appropriate rather than a computer screen display!
In the not too distant past, I wooed my intended the old fashioned way,
By composing saccharine missives sealed with a kiss almost every day.
I'm not an arbiter of such things but I think it is always in good taste,
To send a letter rather than use the computer to cut, copy and paste!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
All answers want to be given unto you
As swiftly as you can illustrate them
Point to their essence, serenade them
Aboard this passing ship, my view casts not a glare, nor reflection, nor stare,
Roaming freely as the Earth through the timeless air
My outer shell is my greatest inception
Yet as time comes to a crashing halt,
The faintest glimpse of the Strange and the Familiar approach together
As the rime of my belt
A horticulturist’s dream says I
The blackened period that wallows alive
Deprived, sanctioned and walking the line
As our guest is herded out
And suddenly the animal turns its other side
Now in your stomach I wait
Leaving a silent trail of breadcrumbs
Leading to the foothills of the gates
Who, discovery alluded, hadn’t a face
I am after all a sarcastic utterance
Which after years fade into the gloaming of dawn,
Reveals itself a mutterance undone
A muse, a choice, a song
A faro stow-away,
A shy allurement enclosed in a darker response
Building expeditiously my patient getaway car
Holding stead readily around the block
and clocks fall off their "ATTENTION!"
to the approaching sound of
someone else's Hum-drumm
Black band t shirts
And faded blue jeans
Combined to clothed creativity
In a child who silently screams
Isolated and introverted youth
Cynicism constantly growing
Dark moments and blue bruises
Covered by the logo showing
Mind numbing frailties
and paralyzing self-doubt
His world is ten feet of shadow
His idols help him speak out
Vicariously living through artists
Empowered by lyrics of truth
Clenching expeditiously to music
Blasting headphones wipe out his youth
Chaotic reality, psychotic dreaming,
Numbed by bottles over the years
A passionate poet sleeps within him
Blank pages are the ears of his peers
Yet the ears of society are his target
An abundance of epic collections
He will not leave every pondered piece
Only the greatest of his finest selections
To be treasured or trashed?
Is his struggle shared by the masses?
Will his words synchronize his generation
Or become a mere fad which passes?
Questions to be answered by the future
Yet his idols have taught him to dream
For if not today, tomorrow will bear,
Children of band t shirts and blue jeans
An Orwellian Explanation
Orwellian in nature, data collecting agencies are necessary;
They keep adding info to the files created at someone's request.
Everything gathered is retrieved, analyzed, and assessed,
So there’s no need for alarm. Live your lives as you see best,
And maybe a minor infraction discovery occurrence at worst.
And a penalty imposed, nothing unbearable, “A small price for forgiveness.”
Focus on the big picture; be rest assured there is purpose without flagrance.
After all, we seek the same things; peace, prosperity, health, and clear conscience.
And when glitches are found, they are expeditiously corrected by the agencies.
So always remember, information is vital. Continue to be an obligatory participant.
Exercise discipline for yourselves and the children. You are a generation of promise.
Individual sacrifice is honoured for the greater and common good of the entirety.
“Where shallow waters flow, there, I cross with many.
I journey as far as I’m living; faith will do the rest.”