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If I were to have my way; the welcome of-those
bygone days, then I'd be sure they would know.
My hopes the fairest dreams of all; were all I wanted to
share - the ones held so dear that I couldn't let go of for
anyone - but them.
As plane rides come to mind jet setting daily qualms God's
buried grace the quiet suicides, was all that came of those-days,
and because I have come to find, parachutes are an option-not
only for those that are living... but are expressly offered for the
worn walking alone and weary within themselves already reeling
from their regrets -
and so it is I believe God being the catalyst for my life, a show-
of His greater eminence and Sovereignty - mercy -
because I too exist myself in a free fall over this valley of the-
dead - and-so it has become for me my own personal, peculiar-
quirk of twisted providence, the evidence of my fate that all
circles are not the same or brand entirely, nor an entity-
within themselves... completely whole - because my-
experience has shown that they too, given
the-proper-vexing, like me -
can be broken... .
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[Continued from Part Two]
The elder took no notice of risking life and limb.
Hither, thither ran the children, glancing up at him,
while indulging mindlessly in each impulsive whim,
with no apprehension of the future looking grim.
Their chances for salvation seemed increasingly slim…
That aged man’s deep compassion filled him to the brim.
The father knew the children liked any strange device,
exotic playthings, trinkets, whatever would entice.
He needed now to improvise a mode, in a trice,
that could capture their attention— something to suffice
to hold their young imaginations— to be precise,
a mechanism marvelous, no matter the price.
He had stores of immeasurable wealth, beyond doubt,
and his warmhearted love was impartially devout.
Just then the elder had the thought that not in the least
would his limitless riches and reserves be decreased,
even if to a kingdom vast he were to dispense
his overflowing fortune… so why shouldn’t he hence
give out his wealth directly to his progeny all,
before the children’s catastrophic deaths should befall?
The aged man reflected on what tactic to pick—
an expedient means that was sure to do the trick.
He told the children of exquisite toys he possessed
along with lots of precious carts of the very best
craftsmanship and quality, that all had been designed
expressly with the youngsters’ own enjoyment in mind.
The elder next, in order to persuade them, stated
that right outside the house at the entrance awaited,
to suit the young ones’ fancies skillfully created
goat, sheep, deer, and ox carts, ornately decorated.
He said that they must rush to leave the mansion, in haste,
and he’d give them everything— there was no time to waste.
Then the children finally fulfilled his desire
and scurried in a race safely out of the fire.
The father beamed with bliss that the urgency had passed.
They had securely left the burning building at last!
When they’d exited and scampered out, they all sat down
on the dewy earth and asked their father, with a frown,
where the toys and carts were that the elder had portrayed
for their own special likings to have been tailor-made.
The youngsters had escaped and the elder’s heart was eased.
But now each one of their capricious wants must be pleased.
[Continued in Part Four]
~ Harley White
Trying To Access Mine Excel Lent...
Pow War Full Pointed Outlook
As I ponder what to write
today august thirtieth
two thousand eighteen,
thy ploy doth in vite
a gamut of spontaneous thoughts,
that loosely cluster
before becoming tight
lee bound toward
quasi definitive agreeable, amenable,
and attainable in sight
with no deliberate intent
to suppress perspective
couched asper left of political right,
though mine embedded
liberal democratic ideology
automatically shifts, gingerly
escorts, inherently focuses,
and understandably dodges quite
unconsciously, naturally, and expressly
viz zit ting orientation trained mindset
spiked railroad ties to follow
a NON "FAKE" conservative track,
cuz existential plight
of this run of the
NON mill (let) airy night
owl hoot trumpets,
thru his pen chant
pedantic laden poetic might
(albeit gently modest)
with artful badinage,
garbage, and persiflage light
nsync with his (my) being,
an aspiring good (rook key) knight
calculating, formulating, intuiting,
where to shine
his (mine) figurative jacklight
asper shying away
NOT to antagonize
predicated on me
humble extrasensory insight
drawing, distancing, and detaching
metaphorical grip,
sans innate bias height
end from lifetime
steeped within progressive
(forward thinking atheistc) paradigm,
hence impossible to adopt
a totally tubularly neutral
point of view presents avowed challenge
to present opinions of yours truly
without instigating a verbal
and/or virtual gunfight
boot hoop fully friendship,
asper attempting tubby forthright,
and apologizing for
any stinging backlash
if accidental affront,
thus encouraging healthy
discourse without excite
ting vitriolic, toxic,
and/or dramatic dogfight
with this cat tug gar rick cull
poet hood dont bite!
Freedom with far Freedom with Order with less Order with far
less emphasis on less emphasis emphasis on less emphasis
Order - on Order - Freedom - on Freedom - ___________________________ ____________________________
F Far-reaching Fundamental O Opportunistic Onerous
R Rectifications; Receptivity R Responses Regulatory
E Effectuating Expressly D Diminishing Dogmas;
E Evolving Empowering E Empirical Emplacing
D Determinants Diversity; R Rights; Rules
O Ostensibly Optimizing L Lessening Limiting
M Maximizing Meritocratic E Effective Equalitarianism;
L Laissez-faire; Lifestyles; S Subgroup Subverting
E Exhorting Enhancing S Sureties; Safeguards;
S Superior Systemic F Fostering Formalizing
S Sensibilities; Subjectivism; R Regimens Restrictions;
O Obviating Operationalizing E Eroding Engendering
R Revisionism; Responsiveness E Egalitarianism; Exclusivity;
D Demanding Developing D Devaluing Demonizing
E Exceptional Eclectic O Objective Oppositional
R Resourcefulness. Representations. M Messaging. Movements.
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Above are these competing views
Of social construct ends
And choice is not to win or lose
But how they all should blend.
The truth is each is built into
The fabric of our days
Requiring that we must pursue
Sound, realistic ways.
Judicious blend is what we need
To keep us on due course -
With none promoted to exceed
And sanction our remorse.
Travis shot a black man, he says it was self defense
They put him in solitary, that punishment is intense.
For 27 months he was in "the hole" let out for just one hour
where he could use a phone, exercise, and shower.
Then he got a new jail, in a ten by eight cell
So many threats to his life, so protective, but still hell.
Travis's sentence is life without parole
A long time to be stuck inside a hole.
He spends his days drawing and answering letters
He reads the bible, are we sure we are his betters?
He used to be a lifeguard in summer, then joined the coast guard.
Started a fishing business and worked hard.
But a mob came after his relatives and friends
Those who gave his business a good review, were threatened with bad ends
Picketers showed up in front of his house with signs
Did the law give him justice, or was it just payback time?
There was a time mob justice went after blacks
Lynching without checking facts, unwarranted attacks
Travis's excuse is he was wrestling back his gun
I read his account, I don't think he's the guilty one.
The police didn't think so, and set him free
But a narrative after George Floyd, took his liberty.
Apart from that, solitary is considered very cruel
We cannot allow this punishment to become the rule.
If Travis needs protection from angry men in jail
Let's build a new jail, let not the constitution fail.
The eighth amendment was written expressly to defend
people from government cruelty, however they did offend.
There but for the grace of God go I
Yes, there was slavery and many a racist white guy
But racism is an opinion, and goes under free speech
If you believe in freedom, practice what you preach
Don't dox the guy's friends, don't judge him based on what's cool
Or how you think the system works, as a rule
If innocent, let him be, if guilty, then in jail he must go
But be much more careful that you act on what you know.
August 30 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 1-4
Key Verse – Ezekiel 1:3 The word of the LORD came expressly unto Ezekiel the priest, the son of Buzi, in the land of the Chaldeans by the river Chebar; and the hand of the LORD was there upon him.
FAITH IN GOD WHOSE WORD COMES UNTO US
God with His Word comes unto us through His vision
That expresses His salvation’s provision
While securing us around His compassion
For our faith to be strengthened by His supervision.
God with His Word comes unto us through His Scriptures
That shows His redemption’s gestures
While ushering us toward His victory pastures
For our faith to be assured by His truth-features.
God with His Word comes unto us through His voice
That declares His majesty against worldly vain noise
While manifesting to us His ways wherein we rejoice
For our faith to be settled by His glory’s poise.
God with His Word comes unto us through His leadership
That displays His wisdom in our ministry-partnership
While cheering us inside His fellowship
For our faith to be dedicated toward fruitful stewardship.
God with His Word comes unto us through His light
That reveals His will, always perfectly right
While teaching us to trust Him along Biblical insight
For our faith to be determined for good fight of triumph’s height.
God with His Word comes unto us through His grace
That asserts His goodness all the days
While directing us in following servanthood-pace
For our faith to be blessed in running the Christian race.
God with His Word comes unto us through His divine zeal
That affirms His favour along His approval-deal
While enclosing us into His freedom, spiritually real
For our faith to be increased by His knowledge-seal.
August 30, 2025
MAGIC IS THE MIND
Poetry is to poets a fantasy world,
You can say the truth or be absurd,
You can travel to Venus if you like,
Go by rocket ship or merely hitch hike,
Anything is possible in poetry land,
Fly a kite or play in the sand,
Go back and meet Henry The Eighth
Forget been inspired by Godly faith.
Follow Alice in wonderland, her path
And deal with her dream in a bubble bath!
Meet Joan of Arc and, sadly watch her die,
As she is pronounced a heretic, everything a lie.
But then of course why not meet Shakespeare,
And Anne Hathaway and his King Lear
Walk round their garden, really not absurd,
Did that many years ago, in an English rose world!
Did anyone see or meet Elvis Presley,
A unique singer, began rock and roll expressly,
But this is a roller coaster ride and the centuries
Go up high and they come rolling back down,
Each one brings fond ,sad or delightful memories.
We can even go back as far as Moses
Receiving the ten commandments, God chose us
Do we all abide by them , hope so, for at our end
We must not for the left turn, tend!
This is a poem of mystique and fantasy,
So why not invite Ghandi and Mandela.
For Black lives count,
Making sure protests are peaceful,
And numbers substantially mount!
Let us return to the stars, the moon
And the sun, the planets, the milky way
Perhaps not a hitchhike but a hot air balloon,
Take with you for fun a cartoon character of note,
Or Emmeline Pankhurst, she initiated woman’s vote.
Plant a beautiful garden out in space,
Be the first to do so from the human race,
Remember we cannot be barred
In our poetic imagination, which is avant guarde,
Join me, please register on line,
I promise you a journey that will more than be fine!
Youth
Upon my flower I start a bloom
My buds come willingly out
And about the stem flows water
The life breeding source of time
I wield time as if I’m the master
And my flower holds its precious drops
Within my lovely petals, slyly setting
Myself up higher than the ground
Which holds my flower erect
Simply what do I compose myself as
If my bloom has not yet developed
Straight into the whole bloom myself
What do I say to my flower that holds
The life of my soul by the water’s edge
Where do I groom myself alive
To seek the warmth of living
As a whole, full bodied entity
Where is my truth in life
Elder
I have seen the flowers traversing
From my water bearing bud
To my exhausted bloom of life
Full of my splendor but fragile
Subject to any climate changes
And expressly sensitive to the lack of water
Which happens more and more
During this phase of my tired life
I ponder my existence, why now
Why do I lean towards death
Right at this stage of existence
So full and flourishing, perfect, flawless
I only seek to live one more day
By my beauty, I hope to be free
To live with my water, nourishing water
To love again, as I did once before
Dead
No longer am I vibrant, I cease
I no longer carry water to my roots
I don’t see anything, I feel nothing
My roots have all dried up
The is no more moisture within me
I have no hope of keeping
Anyone’s attention, save that of shock
The shock of a dead flower before them
I shall be removed from this Earth
To make room for another bud
To come in my place, soon life will return
And I will be vibrant once again
But now I waste away, to nothingness
Russell Sivey
Contest: Talking to Yourself
Sponsor: craig cornish
6/21/2013
since the grim reaper stole me mum
words my recourse to express
how fateful symbiosis
ma pop got snagged asper
one wonderful ambidextrous artistic woman
adroit nailing a brad -
marsh a rose, the special gal grateful,
befriended my dad
many coe sure tokens of appreciation
doth figure me glad
how this poem ought to jump start
then motor along
the information superhighway,
cuz me iz the grown lad
of Boyce, whose re:comp pence,
pleasance, presence,
and importance - worth brings
each as a mutual friend to the other,
whereat thine octogenarian widower papa
repurposed, regained, rebounded, et cetera,
and feeling quite at home in your pad
oh...and gratitude for allowing, and permitting
Matthew Scott harris tush hair his poetry,
which might immediately spur (an omg -
why didst aye enable vernacular speaking/
writing secular, and peculiar
sole son to rad
duck gull quaking scribe) fill
up the screen of your notebook or tab
let, or whatever the
name would be of electronic link
providing the access per bing linkedin
to whirled wide web,
and if we sustain stock key exchange of emails,
ye might be driven to drink
so much poison scorpion spiked ale,
then squinting eyes to resemble a chink
blocking any light to induce thee tub blink
as this fledgling poem strives to soar and alight
this barred bard will wonder if you didst delight
in re: ding this expressly feeble jesting bon jure lame
resulting take off tubby, sans a les miserables flight
never attaining maximum height.
Hear ye, hear ye: Listen to my timeless presentation
If you'd like to conquer anger, irritation, or vexation.
My name is Emerson, Ralph Waldo if you please,
I founded Transcedentalism, creating a fresh breeze
Which elevates and fortifies an individual's will and spirit,
To withstand provocations intended expressly to smear it.
The vehicle is simple, a child's plaything:
A spinning top designed to give us a wing,
To raise us above petty squabbles and strife,
Bringing peace to the world, enriching life.
The top has four sides, each with a letter,
Symbolic of strategies to help us to better
Withstand darts and arrow aimed by others at us
As we keep our own counsel: Discuss---never cuss.
Spin the top as fast as you can,
Wait eagerly to see where it lands;
If 'B' is face up, it means 'Breath:'
So 'Take a Deep Breath;'
Exhale -- Anger's died an angelic death!
Spin you magic top again:
If it lands on 'S,'
Smile your widest smile,
Grin your jolliest grin:
Now there's no way at all for irritation to seep in!
Once more twist your top;
Watch it land on 'C.'
'Count to 100,' then wait and see:
From vexation you'll flee;
You'll feel only glee!
The last side the top can land on is 'L.'
'L' stands for 'Loss' -- Compare it with 'Gain:'
You Anger will only land you in Trouble again,
Whereas Peace and Tranquility win the day,
Providing adults much-needed opportunity for play.
Now I know our tops are not cheap,
They're priced pretty high;
But what matters money
When you soar to the sky?
February 28, 2018