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Mum and the Bleeding Knees.
Jimmy was a good kid really. He never caused a fuss
about much of anything.
His Dad tolerated him and never bought him
a birthday present or Christmas present.
That sort of kindness was for the Women folk.
When Jimmy was 12 he got the shock of his life.
His father bought him a bike.
He was over the moon. He wanted to hug his Dad
but he soon learned that Alcoholics don’t hug.
Anyway the next Day Mum and Dad were having a
God awful fight in the kitchen so Jimmy took his bike
and got as far away as he could.
He rode that bike as fast as he could. Sadly he
rode a little too fast and hit a fallen tree that was
over the road. He went head over heels and landed
on his knees. After a few minutes he stood up only
to see blood running down his legs. Without a thought
he started running back home.
He got to the kitchen door and he saw his Mum sitting
down at the kitchen table crying her eyes out.
“What are you looking at? Oh God you are just like
your Father. Useless. I asked you a question. What are you
looking at?
I didn’t want to have you. I didn’t. I took all the pills
but noting worked. You came along anyway.
I was in labour for 24 hours.24 hours of pain. And now
look at you still causing me pain. Answer me.
Oh it doesn’t matter. You and your Father can go to hell
Did you hear me Go to Hell. I could have been a model.
I had the figure. But no I had to get pregnant to your loser
Father and had you. Don’t stand there crying or I’ll wack you
into next Sunday. Stop that crying or I’ll give you something
to cry about. What the hell is that on your legs.
It’s dripping on the floor.
Is that red paint? You little bastard. You are a mess.
I am done with you. You can clean yourself up.
“I fell off my bike and hurt my knees” sad Jimmy hiding his tears.
For 2017, I felt inspired to read all the Books of the Prophets. Books like Isaiah, Jeremia, Daniel, Ezechial, etc. As presently, for 24 hours non-stop, we were being fed news and information, politics and propaganda. My greatest desire was to hear the 'voice of God' as spoken through the prophets. I found them to be both forward and fearless. I found them to be obedient and obsessed with the truth, and not popularity.
For 2018, I will prayerfully tune my ears and turn my eyes toward the scriptures to see and hear what God is saying to the church. With prayerful anticipation, I shall be inspired by the expectation of a spectacular sunrise of spiritual fortunes and goodwill. From the books of John, Jude, and Revelation, I will read, muse, and meditate, seeking to 'soak it all in like a sponge.
Throughout this year I shall seek to observe the church in a special way and listen for that clarion voice ignited by The Lord. Indeed, the church has something fresh to say; and I believe that the church as a unified and cohesive unit will speak it boldly.
01022018 PS Contest, The Year 2018, Kim Rodrigues
Holy Slime of Spring™
Seasonal Epic -- Limited Drop
A divine ooze imbued with chaotic Easter energy.
Hand-delivered by a suspiciously muscular bunny and sealed in a glitter egg forged from cosmic sugar.
Properties:
Sparkles under moonlight
Smells faintly of jellybeans, peeps, and ambition
Doubles as a universal key for Easter Basket Portals™
Hums quietly when near chocolate
Effects (Passive):
+2 Egg Luck
+1 Bunny Evasion
+3 Glitter-Based Charisma
Immune to Monday blues for 24 hours after contact
Warning:
Do not feed after midnight.
Do not combine with cursed grass.
Do not let it judge you (it already has).
MysticMisfits Product Line™
Coming soon to a dimension near you… or in that locked drawer you forgot existed.
Slime Label Edition
Jelly-glow divine,
bunny whispers through the mist--
greed’s celebration.
Jellybean Blessing
May your slime stay squishy,
your portals stay open,
and your enemies
step in glitter barefoot.
May every egg you touch
hatch delight or mild chaos,
and may you always
taste the rainbow
before it melts.
5 Tablespoons of honey
5 Tablespoons of pommagranite molassass
5 tablespoons of Cayeene pepper
2 Tablespoons of mace
5 tablespoons of ground ginger
5 tablespoons of ground garlic
5 tablespoons of ground pepper
5 tablespoons of fennel seeds
5 tablespoons of lime juice
5 tblespoons of dried Cilantro
1 Tablespoons of Bourbon
3 tablespoons of brownsugar
mix lime, honey, molassass and bourbon and brown sugar.
rub on de-boned leg of lamb.
Mix spices and rub on lamb. Allow to marinade for 24 hours.
roast medium well.
slice and allow for those who wish well done to have there's broiled to desired doness.
Serve with a salad! and Wine.
Or potatoes and gravy.
or a savory sqash dish.
Aint knowing like loving, enjoy!
Screen springs to life
Icons populate digital landscape
There in the middle sits that little box
Please enter your password
Thinks what was it?
Do you want a hint?
Who was your best friend in 1957?
Sorry wrong answer
What was your first pet’s biological mother?
Sorry wrong answer
What is the height in millimetres of your favourite cousin?
Sorry wrong answer
Who was your literary hero when you were a teenager?
Sorry wrong answer
You’ve tried too many times
You’re locked out for 24 hours
Goodbye
But I need to have access
I need to stop that transaction
I don’t want to go to Australia
I mistyped Austria and predictive text took over
I need to get online now
Ah there's my password scribbled on the back of that matchbox
I’ll reboot
Screen darkens then springs to life
Icons populate digital landscape
There in the middle sits that little box
But what is happening?
Please accept my password
As my friend HAL would say
I’m sorry Dave I cannot do that
Goodbye
Listen to me!
I don’t want to go to Australia
I want to go to Austria
I want to go to Austria
I need to get online now
Hello, it’s me again
You’re having such a melt down
There’ll be no snow left in Austria
So you might as well go to Australia
G’day mate!
Hi folks
Welcome to the Poet-a-thon for charity
Yes we know, starvation, disease, floods, wars
All terrible events in the world
However, tonight we fight a new cause
Yes a new cause more terrible, more sad (some may have sad “sadder”)
more .... well just more
Worse than global warming even, worse than climate change
Yes, there are poets out there who can not afford even words
Poets who cant express their sadness
Their joy
Their visions
And yes, you, you the viewer can fix that
For only pennies a day, yes only pennies
You can sponsor a poor poet
Then he will be able to post his work to the world
Including those fancy photos
Bringing joy and peace to all mankind
But folks, this can only happen
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Your actions, your good will, your sense of duty and compassion
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You may even be saving the world
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And remember, with your sponsor ship you will receive
A photo of the poet you sponsored
A monthly poem detailing how his life has changed due to your kindness
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Read this poem for 24 hours straight, then go back to regularly scheduled poetry, thank you
Well, what is a typical normal day?
firstly nothing is planned for sure
semi-planned maybe no cast-iron cert
so honestly, I like them always newer
8 am on the dot up wash dressed
start aright with God for daily prayer
Bible read then breakfast with a cup of tea
catch AP on PC check emails comb hair
Mid-morning go out for a Costa coffee
sometimes with Christine or on my own
then enjoy a walk in a country park
have lunch there at peace on my own
Such joys really make me smile
to be content find pleasure as I read
go home on the bus in the afternoon
read poems on AP such pleasure indeed
These days so good since I retired
such blessing to enjoy this I find
sometimes watch a DVD so to relax
or listen to music classical my kind
After meal Christine and I sit down
just enjoy each other in love to chat
then maybe write a poem when I muse
have supper before bed so that is that!
( I have written a poem that describes my typical day here in Scotland.)
I am Thank-ful for the Fellowship of AA
I celebrate my First "sober" Thanksgiving day
I am Thank-ful for my Gracious Higher Power
I gave HIM my Will; My Life for 24 hours
I am Thank-ful for my Sponsor, Giving me a Big Book
Read the first 164 pages, then take a look
At the Past,the Present; of my Heart, Spirit and Soul
Do You want what we have?, Do You want to be Whole??
I am Thank-ful for Guidance; as I climb the stairs
As a Newborn Child I climb, little by slowly, One Step at a Time
2 meetings a day, I Listen intently to what "Oldtimers" say
I hear of the Miracle; the Truth, I now live Everyday
A daily routine, a Thank-ful Prayer, to my Higher POWER
From the break of Dawn's rising sun,'til Moonlights Midnight Hour
I am Thank-ful to Every member of A A
To each Brother and Sister, I want to say
Have a "Happy, Joyous, and Free" Thanksgiving Day
Of all the lanes we could go down,
Memory Lane may be the most dangerous of all.
If you choose to take a trip down this lane,
There are a few precautions it would be wise to take.
Be prepared for an emotional roller coaster,
Ideally you should start the journey emotionally detached,
With any preconceived ideas left behind,
And take time to visit more than just past wrongs,
It is a journey best postponed if suffering from fuzzy logic
Or Selective memory loss.
Wearing rose tinted glasses may not be a good idea.
Choose wisely any travelling companions.
Avoid alcohol or drugs for 24 hours before starting journey.
If you think the journey down is problematic,
The return journey may be more so.
Checking your baggage before you start back is a must,
As hate and prejudice along with others too numerous to mention,
Are always looking to hitch a ride,
Blame is looking for an easy transfer.
Virtual memories are waiting to be picked up by the unwary.
You should not stop at some places after dark.
If you want to avoid bitterness setting in.
To increase your chances of a successful journey
Down this lane and back.
As with most journeys,
Preparation and having realistic expectations are key,
Along with the right music to set the tone.
And don't forget your sense of fun and a willingness to explore
All that is available.
I may not be posting here for a while,
but I'll still continue to drop by now and then.
I'm writing on a subject of a much bluer style.
The F word seems to be my latest obsession.
I'd never post any of it here because I fear many soupers would want my head
and without any mercy the PS staff would most probably, render my PS account dead.
As a lover of words I feel this word merits exploring
regarding its controversy with obscenity as well as the word's origin.
It just amazes me this word's ability to drive so many to the brink of insanity.
Have you ever said a word repeatedly, until the sound of it sounds so meaninglessly?
I propose that we broadcast that word for 24 hours, repeatedly through everyone's head.
I believe that at the end of that day, everyone will say, "The F word is finally dead."
Those who take offense at obscenity
ALLOW themselves to be offended unfortunately.