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I experience inappetence, yet nevertheless hunger for victuals
Mine corporeal complex edifice
unleashes convulsions of anxiety.
Lack of appetite
to savor even smallest bite
unlike Pavlov's dog,
I neither salivate nor excite
at prospect (parking) body
against table not low but fahrenheit
unfair punishment fates did indict,
whereby yours truly decreed
to suffer wraith inflicted
akin to ghastly revengeful Jacobite
asitia struck with vengeance
sucker punched pit of stomach
with furious dog forsaken might
unsavory predicament figuratively
eating away me passion
to relish comestibles day and night,
hence feeble effort to craft poem quite
lame rhyming for no reason right?
Yours truly cannot remember,
how many days, weeks, months... ago
elapsed, whereby with voraciousness I ate
(above mentioned statement veracious -
food for thought) I plainly communicate
hoop fully buzzfeeding, dishing out quandary
in fortified effort to elucidate
thee dear anonymous reader great
if newfound (albeit tenuous) intrigue
awoke courtesy mine artful ruse to initiate
reciprocity, cuz regret iz the stealer of joy
thus verbally athletic, cryptic, enigmatic,
generic, idiotic, kinetic, magnetic, opportunistic
quixotic, solipsistic (ha) troubadour
who heartily hales within
southeastern keystone-state
dares himself to reach out across cyberspace
in an cautiously optimistic effort to mitigate
and extend his metaphorical (albeit empty) plate
maintaining netiquette, an amorphous,
yeah flirtatious nebulous groovy savoir faire,
which mine body, mind, spirit triage
suddenly seems restoration of natural craving
toward sustenance doth oscillate.
What relief long starved taste buds to appease
cuz methought (courtesy obsessive compulsive
worst case scenario catastrophizing)
one garden variety guy
acquired some generic disease
A deep sigh of relief he dryly heaves!
Today is the one day of the year set aside to celebrate our planet Earth.
A day to think how much she means to us...of her value and her worth.
I have a problem with Earth Day…something doesn’t seem right to me…
bear with me for a moment…I’ll reveal it presently.
First let’s take a moment and talk about this orb on which we dwell.
how all the parts of the Earth work together to keep her healthy…keep her well
There is an interdependence in nature...where does it all begin?
when seeds affix themselves to animals or are carried by the wind.
This is how regeneration occurs in our flowers, plants and trees
which are fertilized when pollen is transferred from the legs of buzzing bees.
This simple interconnection is paramount for all Earth plants to thrive.
They in turn provide the oxygen which allows us to survive.
When we see how every species on Earth is dependent on one another
we begin to realize though her name is Earth…why we also call her mother.
But somewhere along the way our relationship with Earth became obscure
when we forgot she’s not only here for us…but we are here for her.
We have ignored one important lesson...more important than all the others.
that we must admire, we must respect and we must be gentle with our mother.
Unless we learn to use the Earth like the bee uses the flower
I’m afraid the consequences of our actions will be harsh, sever and dour.
It’s a simple lesson which if not learned will be the cause of great alarm
The bee helps itself to the flowers sweetness but does the flower no harm.
When we only take and give nothing back…we…have committed a theft
and if we continue in this manner...there will be nothing left.
So here’s my issue with today, and hopefully it’s food for thought...
My problem is not that today is Earth Day…
it’s that every day is not!
My vacation time is great.
Sleep Walk talk and ate.
Thinking threw my thoughts.
Meeting Greeting. others me..Giving love from within.Oh!
..What fun talking to some they are making me laugh.
New ones expressions.a so sweet loving faith.
Looking back food for thought.
To reflex on me people places and things wait!
To reflex on what is and what is not !A game.
And all the gamers gains to what is lost.Simply
Hearing the beat of my heart and the worst.
Even daydreaming of love and what maybe lost.
A fears regret. The out come of my zone to faith rest.
On what do one really want my vacation full
of thoughts sustain.As the winds blows the breeze afar.
We feel the loving tasteful aroma wonders tickling
the breeze that caressed the kiss
upon my face my cheeks my head my body frame.
Within the shattered outer zone of faith
and my lips taste the forever given test so wait.
Substance grateful for healing sweet tea rosemary sustains me
with assurance and care and rest.
Peace joy happiness awaits all is well!
So far vacation is great am able to equate
my gains all thoughts under my Lord gudience
and mercy, and permission also to
subsections. subjections to a child like me a must need.
Vacate the mind set the captive free reset the truth
Make the records straight path straight.reboot
From the fears of yesteryears let go reach forth
Reaching new heights all becomes new times
Happy vacation to all that be on vacation time
Waves and waves of breathless caring is shared today.
Love joy and peace all of your life live and mine too.
Until we meet again! missing you very so much
When get back new signs will read relaxed and doing fine lol....
To be continued! love to you and yours. bye for now......
It ain't too many things in life I'd do 4 free
I love writing songs and my poetry
Whats on my mind, put it in the rawest of forms
Straight outside the box so far from the norm
Mind boggling gotcha head spinnin
As I continue on my mission straight grinnin
I been through all types of things in this life
Everyday that I awake tryin 2 get this right
It's all on me gotta expand my mind
And apply the lessons to my daily grind
I ain't gotta shine but I do and it's cool
But don"t get me wrong
Ain't tryin 2 be nobody's fool
Didn't get 2 be this age bein no dummy
Got me plottin on different ways to get some more money
Watchin out for potholes that life puts in my way
Forever learnin the rules of this game that we play
Like a Potter, God has a plan and a purpose for us. Like clay, we are filled with air and many impurities.
He places us on 'The Wheel', where we must be schooled. He's ever patient to long endure with our disharmony.
He's beyond tolerant, going the farthest distance with us. He'll bake, shake, remake us; reshape us; return us; resend us;
It's hard to even imagine what good He would not do for us. He's unafraid and freely allows freedom of expression and freewill.
He knows no weakness that disallows Him to release us to our own devices. His Divine Law of Freewill often yield to our hastened demise and destruction.
Many are the tears of God, frequently poured out for the choices we make. But He is bound by His Divine Laws, intrinsically stamped upon His character.
Although He is Omnipotent to do as He pleases, He sometimes prohibits Himself from certain actions.
His Love is also subject to Divine Legalities of Holiness. And His personal attributes never contradict each other.
He is indeed vitally involved in the human condition'; but He forces neither success or failure; and He neither
dictates heaven; nor does He program hell for us. Each destination is a personal preference via free choice.
I must confess, there are times when I wish it were not so. But ultimately, the Father knows best how things should go.
03272017 FB PS Contest, Be Didactic, John Anderson
Among all Nations
North, East, West,
Stretching South
All over the world
Appear the rays
Of the most magnificent
Continent above others
The most adorable and admirable
Of all Motherlands,
The Landmark of Africa
Contented with bright,
Intelligent faces
Like gas particles
Moving into the air
Their fame is spread
And advancement moving their side,
Accompanied by favorable commends
The Continent of Black Majority
Our own Motherland in the Universe
Unlike some other...
Heading towards their extremes
Mama Africa stands unique
Enhancing tomorrow's affluence
At a velocity like none other
Leading the burden bearers
Of tomorrow the positive direction
Distinguishing herself from others
Mama Africa stands above all others
Commemorate her success,
And probably yet to come
On a day somewhere
In the month of May...
Or is it on the 25th?
...food for thought!
Live long Black Majority
And let the rays
Of our Motherland
Continue reflecting on us
Viva Black continent!
Form:
Here's how much-sponsored brands get a boot—
Get public's sharp brow, and absolute,
There’s a point here to moot,
A point not in past put,
Nor passed a fair test ere:
Should ads talk in thin air?
For a change, shoes sold bite seller's foot!
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Happenings|20.06.2021|
Poet’s note: This limerick follows what happened a few days back. Cristiano Ronaldo, a well-known footballer, removed a Coke bottle at a press conference and replaced it with one of water, and soon the company lost four billion dollars in its market capitalization. This does raise a few fundamental questions. India’s home brands, Amul and Fevicol, took a jibe each at these brands. Amul (the milkman of the nation) taunted: ‘Not bottling one’s feelings’; Fevicol (makers of various adhesives): ‘These bottles cannot be removed, nor will its valuation dip’. I loved it. Yes, markets do need some earthy humour in these hard times, a food for thought for them to mull.
I don't choose to watch the news
When it's read on the telly
Mostly bad, sometimes sad
It turns my legs to jelly
Has the world gone to "pot"?
Is there no consolation
Do we expect too much
From an un-united nation
Loss of respect
And care for each other
Gone is the shoulder to shoulder
Brother to brother
Too much me, too little us
Every little hiccup
Causes consternation and fuss
Writing this verse
Has given food for thought
Sometimes the news
Happiness has brought
It's amazing how time
Makes it possible to think
This poem has been penned
As our TV
IS ON THE BLINK!
Rest thyself weary traveler, enter into my welcoming gate.
Tarry a while, may thy wearisome burdens time abrogate.
Sit with me, tell me of thy arduous and itinerant bourne,
And of the many roads thy feet have trod, paths now well worn!
Sup with me, partake of my bread and effervescent wine,
That for this moment in time our souls may intertwine,
Sharing food for thought, musing upon ideals to which we aspire.
May lofty reflections flow from us that others we may inspire!
Share the exhilaration of the towering mounts thou hast scaled,
And the depression of valleys in which ye sensed ye failed.
Of sere deserts where sheer determination dwelt midst thy entourage,
Facing disappointment as ye strove for that elusive verdant mirage!
Share with me the perils ye suffered upon the raging seas,
And the calming of the waves by God in answer to your pleas.
Ye hath borne with grace the vicissitudes of life, that I can see.
I am truly blessed by the time I have spent with thee!
Many are the bold adventures thou has beheld in thy days.
Would'st not thee now shed thy rambling vagabond ways,
And linger a while longer to fill my being with eternal hope,
To impart thy wisdom that my soul with life can better cope?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
It's crazy how a woman & man have the power
to bring life in the world suddenly have
2nd thoughts about that kid all because
they were in the moment of lust and
now...regret what they did.It's funny how
the word love gets thrown around
like a L in the cypher and how the use
of them four letters have killed so many
lives like a blood thirsty viper.How did holy
matrimony ever turn into this facade this
circus act that's shown around television
by people who see long term relationships
as long division something to divide and conquer
yeah seems like a misconception that Lucifer
cooked up and served to the most cold hearted
individuals, what ever happened to that we shall
over come I can do all things threw Christ mentality/
ritual. What ever happened to treating others
like you do yourself, why is it if someone wrongs
another we as people make it our business
in the essence to hit below the belt why do people
need the esteem of others to elevate their self
why does the truth hurt so much these so called
americans can't accept the cards that have been dealt
somebody tell me when it's ever okay to cheat on your lover
how is it so easy for people to forget the ones heart
they broken or melted like butter
now I ain't looking for an answer this just rhetorical
I just thought I'd raise some eyebrows but at the
same time be warm & cordial