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Palma Christe Uses
Food additive and flavoring agent no wonder we get sick now
Mold inhibitor agree with this one mold could not survive in its presence
Ingredients in skin care products like lipstick_don't lick those lips so much
Part of the seed contains a potent toxin called ricin which is deadly poison
An infection lingered after doctor's visit
Momma said castor oil the solution
Grape flavored slime
Gag, gag, nausea
Vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit
Cough, cough, cough
Diarrhea all night
Now two illnesses, upset stomach and snotty nose
Thank God no longer used as a medical treatment
How could anyone give poison to a person anyway
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: The Subject Listing Makes us
Written: May 06, 2014
The words they articulate
Don't match their mouth movement
Their eyes shift and wander
Like gazelles bounding
Toward a golden sunset
Pierced by a jagged mountain
Before the sky opens
Like a cosmic flower
Revealing a sea of stars
And somewhere among them
I'm just a dreamer
Looking for deeper meaning
In shallow puddles
Thinking less of myself
And more of everyone else
But my feelings are in rotation
Like these lovely seasons
Flavoring my life exuberantly
While filling my cup with intoxicants
That leave me feeling all jittery
And my attempts at love are like lottery tickets
Because not a single one is winning
And I'm just wasting time and money
Pursuing what I don't want or need
In the hopes it'll bring me what I want and need
So in the end I have nothing I want or need
And I spend time daydreaming about what I want and need
And my thoughts are a pot of boiling water
Boiling so rapidly they're spilling everywhere
Just so they can evaporate in the heat
But maybe it's just my imagination
It's all here in my head
Dancing with all the words they articulate
Even if they don't match their mouth movement
Their eyes still shift and wander
But if I'm being really honest
I just want to find my golden sunset
What’s natural is rarely kind.
It’s what grows in leaps and bounds
From chaotic paranoia in the abstract
To orderly mitosis in the particular
An avalanche of exponential divisions
Until all resources are consumed
All space filled
And the cancer of desire
Meets its end.
Death is the end after all
And likewise the beginning
Each moment needing a start and stop
Somehow jumping the gap between,
Flavoring the next
With the scent of the prior.
The horrible truth is everything that is,
Is natural,
With it’s own particular shape in time and space
Whether man-made or not, random or not,
Or by design
By who knows what, how or why.
We can do our best to make it different, but
Nature still is rarely kind
Because it always has the bigger picture,
Firmly held within it’s mind.
(11/22/24)
Glistening through the window’s
Glass, shafts of gentling grace
Mellow and bleeding waves – breathless
Crying like rain, flavoring the moment with
Splendor, inspiring the soul to keep burning
Away the shadows, dark haunting
Hopes and dreams with a sadness that dims
Joy and reminds the soul that its peace
Is found in the moments like these, when
Light reflects a need and brings with it the music
To soothe away the darkness, lifting
Encouraging, bringing the inspiration, comforting
So that only the sparkly edges of a radiance
Breathing truth sighs like the falling stardust
Waves embracing the hopes that come
To life on the shimmering reflections of this
Seamless piece of a vision, an echo
From the musings of a heart who believes, who
Sees the gentle bleeding through reality,
Erasing the dark with a sense of forever waiting
Just beyond the rays that embrace the meaning
The significance of a spirit, a soul, a belief
In One who made history into the timeless whispers
Sighing out creativity in movements surging
Like the grace that hints at everything He sends
Through the azure skies and the light that is so alive
It silences the fears and wipes away the tears
So there is only beautiful combined with insight
To take the heart through a million years,
Feelings abiding in the flickers of wonderful,
Wonders that take me from this moment
Into the faithful promises of a prayer, a promise
Psalms that taught me to always see
The good in every heart, the worthy in every light
Who brings me through the darkness,
Never doubting that forever is just beyond
The spark glowing through the window,
Lighting up the inside the way He lights up the
Morning with a sun not nearly as potent
As the Son who is there for everyone who simply
Believes He is the promise of eternal peace…
The zenith of belief
Writing Challenge - 'Z' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
7. zenith
May 12, 2023
Some live life relentless and chaotically,
while others are more slowed down and care free.
One thing most people have in common is Grandma's cooking,
when I was younger its was who's grandma made the better cookies.
Every time I would see her she always had all the goodies,
blueberry muffins and banana bread in the oven baking.
All of it was always made with her special love flavoring,
and with all that her big smile made my heart feel so at ease.
To all the grandma's
in this crazy world we live
you'll always be wonderful!
And to my grandma
I will never forget you
or your amazing cooking!!
5/10/2017
Silence touches my imagination with whispers of gentle feelings, inspirations who thrive on insight and wisdom, loving promises that leave me without a doubt. Hues of melancholy and mystery enchant my inner thoughts so that I smell the colors, rich and bold, flavoring my inspiration with intimate ideas that flow like clear waters through my mind, ensuring their purpose is alive with passion and desire. A hunger for the spiritual blessings cultivates joy and musical notes feed my inner yearnings with healing and hope, sentiments of affection and compassion that leads me through the pain and sorrow which have haunted every beat of my heart. My soul awakens with the grace that I find with each passing moment of freedom arising on the bark of limbs which await birdsong and new growth of enlightenment that desires vision to design fulfillment within the one who knows that this poetry that brightens worlds also brightens plans. Like a moonbeam amid the stars, the poem stands out as a shining light of delight and insight, a miracle amid the sparkling embers of hopeful twinkles.
Poetry flows through
Scarlet waves of an embrace
Silencing all doubt
.....and so I wrote a poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John lawless
October 9, 2020
Nowadays, it seems that most dinners are served with a sprig of parsley.
Mister Cordon Bleu, I'd prefer that it be used rather sparsely!
I suppose it makes a fanciful garnish, but that is open to debate.
The stuff serves no useful purpose and just clutters up my plate!
Should I find a sprig of parsley embellishing my plate, it I will eschew,
(Tho' I reckon I could brook it for flavoring my mulligan stew!)
'Twould make a wonderful greenery for a corsage or flowery display,
But Mister Cordon Bleu, please omit it from my plate, I pray!
Should I nibble on the stuff, it wouldn't add to my nourishment.
Its only redeeming value as far as I know is use as a garnishment.
Spare me that twig of vapid parsley, if you will, Mister Cordon Bleu,
And feed it to some deserving wapiti in the local zoo!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Deep within me, where I often seek
To share the part that is so very meek
There lives the passion that delights
Illuminating even the darkest nights
Deep inside, where Love is like a fire
Burning bright, vividly caressing desire
Rich with colors that express sincerity
Longing to live in such joyful rarity
Deep within me, where my heart knows
How to give and love and always shows
Pride in the beauty which overflows me
Caressing hopes and dreams so free
Deep inside, where embers smolder
Live the feelings of joy that grow bolder
Whispering intimacy to nature’s touch
Flavoring life with tenderness as much
Deep within me, where compassion lives
Embracing dreams with appreciation that gives
A gentle ambiance of acceptance in silence
Which keeps my heart and soul in balance
Deep inside, where faith heals my spirit
Grasping my essence as it draws near it
Awakening my senses to beautiful seasons
Of spring’s inspirations and summer’s reasons
Deep within me, where honesty betrays my emotions
There is a sense of inspiration filling me with devotions
Stirring character and personality with a hand of hope
That leaves me with the assurance that I can always cope
Soul Slipper Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
August 27, 2020
Nursing dreams around a campfire
Bleeding inspiration through the smiles
Laughter like blessings raining down
On the hearts who share this sweetness
A whisper of dreamy wonder twinkling
Like stars who wink at the night sky
From their home on high, above a world
Of music, songs drifting on winds
Healing hopes and faith completed
By the impressions of praise, prayers
Psalms guiding graceful light upon
Moon breathed intimacy of the dusk
Who lingers on the ridges of mountains
Colored in hues of blessings, miracles
Alive, dancing wildly in the campfire
Time for promises to become authentic
Realities of love embracing the soul
Who knows that this is the moment
This is the day, the time, the grace
Of Him who lights up the heart, the soul
With dreams, visions, reveries – creativity
Full blown love overflowing the Son’s
Gentle touch from a night who is alive
With firefly thoughts and glittery legends
Luminating the skies with a life that is better
Than any treasure, any wealth, any plunder
It is the height of summer, camping
By the creek, listening to the meek exposes
Flowing along, creating ripples in clear, cool streams
Where fish and children play like hearts
On fire for the lapping sprays of delicious liquid
Freshening, fulfilling, flavoring the heart
With ambiances of delicious whispers, echoes
Shrieking out greetings from the glow
Of a silent affection who knows our deepest yearnings
Our wishes turned upside down, covered in tenderness
Warring with the darkness who fades in and out
Shadowing the firelight with a moon who sighs peace
Trapping intimacy in the face of a known belief
Who is Jesus embracing the spirit from His kindness
Bleeding through the night like a rush of rapids
Engulfing the gentle waters in that hastening stream
It is His love that pours out hope and peace, joy and faith
Love that penetrates the weakest part of the spirit
With a brilliant flame of inspiration, coloring the heart
The vision with a delicate love who listens to His wisdom
And glows like the campfire, falling in silhouettes
Of beauty and peace across a spirit alive with His grace
Blood shall ring the butlers call
Step into the parlor
the fires spent, still burn
Painted in the faded tint,
nightmare shades to turn
Broken slabs of conscience,
rotted to the core
Splintered in a thousand words
never heard before
Gears abide the grinding,
slapping to the beat
Shards of incandescent lights
flavoring the meat
Slicing as you swallow,
whispering refrain
Caught like someone else's fate,
filtered through the pain
Dressed along the hallway,
mirrors shout their fear
There among the carpet stains,
distant as is near
Gasp for all you bother,
feast that final breath
Blood shall ring the butlers call
long beyond your death