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Show me a miracle
Or
Magic trick
And all i can think is how was it done
That is the level of sceptic i have become
With every believer comes a sceptic
Enter front and left Captain Sceptic
Sporting miracle,
Betting scandal
Predict the future,
Calculate the odds algorithm
Magic trick,
Smoke and mirrors slight of hand
If it's to good to be true it generally is
And there is no such thing in life
that's free
That doesn't come with strings attached
The greatest piece of single advice
a burns survivor ever imparts is
Read the small print fastidiously
before signing
Otherwise you are going to need the
services of a very good lawyer
My two pet rats so cheeky and bright,
one brown and one black and white,
who live only a short age
rattlin’ around in their cage.
I love their soft smooth furry coats
and large bulbous scrotes -
that long ratty tail that grows,
big eyes and ears and twitchin’ nose!
Jumpin’ and playin’ and runnin’,
so adventurous and so cunnin’.
Always fastidiously cleanin’ -
primpin’ and groomin’ and preenin’,
or on the loose goin’ AWOL
in the lounge room or down the hall
busy chasin’ and busy hurryin’,
and busy climbin’, hidin’ and scurryin’!
Hear them up the Christmas tree
jinglin’ and janglin’ - a joy to see.
Or on the sofa playful and bolder
huddlin’ on my shoulder -
scamperin’ down my shirt and sleeve
furry heads in and out weave.
And truly I am a lover of all
God’s creatures great and small -
my gorgeous little rats so loved by me,
one called Hunter and one, Karmy!
Written: December 2015
Inadvertently i think i may have
stumbled across and now settled
upon my very own
Theoretical Magnum Universal Opus
Pondering the unknown universe
thus far and the eternal search
for the meaning of life
If God is as we are lead to
believe is the bringer of the light
Imagine a singular simple speck
or ray of light exploding into space
That triggers off and sets in motion
a chain reaction
One begets two and so on and
so on that will infinitely expand
Searching for evermore storage
space to call it's own
Into which to cramb it's knowledge
and facilitate its continual search
to shine it's light upon
Because every single lifeform
seems to follow fastidiously this
1 Universal rule of truth
Once we are born we then view
ourselves as a freshly new formed
universe within a universe of
which we are both center and
master their of
Because if light is in fact
the 1 true bringer of life
Should that light it in itself
ever die
So then to paradoxically would
all lifeform die along with it
as well
And would we then not
return to whence before
nothin not even nothing
existed at all
Where even God can not exist
as their is not even an atom of
energy or matter to conjure up
A ray of light in order to be able
to create a universe or lifeform
out if in the 1st place
Penelope’s in a hopeless quandary, backed into a corner.
She enjoyed the flirt of youth. Had no one warned her?
She rejected freedom of reflection. ‘Who’s she? ...not a saint.’
Penelope painted on her face, mirror-perfection - faithfully quaint.
Platinum blonde tresses, like a fisherman’s net, she caught men.
Each quiver would fall helpless - guts and glory auf wiedersehen.*
Poison of poise and perfume - ahh, ylang ylang like chains.
With serpentine strength of a boa, in crushing the mighty, she reigns.
Caught by two knights, found unfaithful, she’s dragged to the quay.
“The truth,” one spit out. The other, “You witch!” ‘Another day
perhaps she’d do penance.’ She struck fast with doppelganger asps,
fastidiously holding them below their necks, she’d practiced the grasp.
Dear, sweet, tears - she’d developed an antivenom and a liar’s remorse.
Delicate angel, tender child - she fights fire with fire not with brute force.
She drops to her knees as the knights dive and she releases the snakes.
“Oh why! Oh why would these men leap to their deaths over me?”
The guards believe the improbable, gushing to her aid. Penelope’s free.
2/12/2021
Mind Your P's and Q's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Word list:
Penance Poise Perfume Platinum
Quay Quiver Quandary Quaint
*auf wiedersehn - goodbye
At the beginning of this novel I had no idea
The hero would betray the heroine,
That is not my favorite plot,
matter of fact, it is now my least favorite.
The cover and the synopsis were fastidiously written.
Neither gave this away. I had no idea it was happening.
Two thirds of the way through I think the author thought
Damn! This has to end somehow, but how?
The next time I see this author’s name I will not
take any trouble to buy her book, as a matter of fact,
I will boycott it, thanks to this catastrophe.
Wait a second. She is turning things around again.
More later, I only have two chapters left to go.
My Halloween Kitty (written 10/11/2020) free verse
I had a familiar named Callie
She was born on Halloween.
Feral siblings abandoned at my door.
I took the whole litter to the SPCA.
They neutered and spayed them all for me.
The ears were notched so they’d go free
if the pound police appeared.
I brought the clowder home and cared for them
until their stitches had permanently healed,
then allowed them outside to roam on their own.
They all left for adventures beyond –
with the exception of Callie.
Callie was brindled in black and orange
with a white-star chest and white-tipped tail;
short hair she maintained fastidiously.
She continually spoke to me in cat language
and we managed a conversation of sorts.
She bid me good day as I left in the mornings
and listened to my tales when I returned.
She monitored my feelings as if a therapist
and counseled me on the course I must take
when I was feeling at my lowest.
I called her my Halloween kitty
and she expressed that was okay.
We counted years by her birthdays,
celebrating Halloween every year.
She disregarded the trick-or-treaters.
My sounding board and steadfast friend;
I miss her terribly now that she’s gone.
She remained with me 17 years, two years passed,
through sad, glad, distress, and happiness.
She was my mainstay on my darkest days.
I had a familiar named Callie
She was born on Halloween.
Genesis
One hypothesis is according to
Theoretical Physicists
The origins beginning
Start of the know universe
How it expanded is
The Big Bang Theory
The greatest modern day minds and thinkers
Are currently studying fastidiously
In order to try and solve this puzzle
And hopefully discover answers
To be of some relevance or use today
The one thing I take personally
Out of or from this in particular Theory
Is and that makes perfect sense to me
In the present tense and world still today
Is the Big Bang was born out of a
Violent , cataclysmic , explosive
Event that descend and expanded
Into total and utter unbridled kaos
Which is pretty much the way
We as human beings live our lives today
The status quo remains
The same to this very day
So in effect we are back to the beginning
Nothing much has changed at all
Come to think of it
We haven't really moved on
Or progressed at all
Only time itself
Wiser far more knowledgeable supposably
Able to contemplate the complex
Yet seemingly still unable to
Solve and come up with solutions
To the simple state of the human condition
Mrs M was a teacher with a clean desk
there was only one pencil in there
it was always sharpened
and a pink eraser that looked brand new
I never saw an ink pen
the top of her desk had a small plaque
with her name starting with Mrs. of course
Even though she was divorced
She never wanted the students to know about it
We all did
She was fastidiously neat and fussy
staying late to sterilize desks and seats
she inadvertently taught me one big lesson
I never wanted to be like her
She was too punctilious; cleanliness was her world.
Students were probably twenty-six on her priority list.
A SPIRITUAL SAINT'S STRENGTH AMIDST STRIFE
Fortitude for half a century, giving God all the glory,
The Foundress of Holy Family lived a humble, godly life,
St. Mariam Thresia - a stigmatic saint's story
Filled with many troubles, temptations and strife,
From Puthenchira, an Indian Syro-Malabar Catholic
Consecrated herself to the Lord at eight or nine years,
Modest and meek, serving the poor and the sick,
She was disciplined, obedient and different from her peers,
With childlike simplicity, charismatic charity and Christian chastity,
Fastidiously following Father Vithayathil's fine footsteps,
The "virgin of pains" was for Family Apostolate, the model entity,
Nursing the sick and dying by visiting them at their doorsteps,
Burning with intense love for God, she was a mystic soul,
"Whose Heart was aglow with fire and whose feet were winged",
Enduring her sufferings for the sake of Christ was her goal,
Her patient, divine spirit was with radiant sweetness tinged,
She had fervent trust in God's immense providence,
Her spiritual ecstasy was hours of prayer and meditation,
The "Apostle of suffering", she strived for her continence,
Wiping the tears of the broken hearted was her consolation,
Her gracious gift of goodness guides us all in giving
Care, concern and compassion to the comfortless at all cost,
Her lasting legacy left behind still leads the living
To show His love, shine His Light and shelter the lost.
Form: Rhyme (abab)
10.23.19
{This poem is about St. Mariam Thresia, who was canonised on 16th October, 2019 by Pope Francis in Rome. She is the Foundress of the Congregation of Holy Family, Puthenchira, Kerala.}
Inside me shrieking like a banshee,
dark shadows hold an accursed grin;
Old wounds are licked fastidiously;
Always wreaking havoc painfully,
squirming below my butter soft skin;
Inside me shrieking like a banshee;
My darkest demons they run madly
and feed on that deeply buried sin;
Old wounds are licked fastidiously;
Any who harbor them would agree
it’s easy to tell where they have been;
Inside me shrieking like a banshee;
They taste just like insecurity;
You can feel it before they begin,
old wounds are licked fastidiously;
No matter how I try I can’t flee
they’re that part imbedded within;
Inside me shrieking like a banshee,
old wounds are licked fastidiously.