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She and my mom were born in 1928, and she turned 93 this past January, but my mom passed away at the age of 70, and I often think of my mom
when I think of her. It's not their features, but it's the timelines I see; The time of their birth bridging the two world wars. Their times and seasons;
their rhymes and reasons. And I wonder the pleasure if my mother was here
I visualize the golden treasure my mom would be to all. She would be a pearl
of great price, a rarity and one jewel of a human being, like this dear one of which I speak who is a treasure. When we were new attendees at our church
more than 20 years ago, she and her friend befriended my wife and me at our church camp. She may have forgotten, but I shall never forget the great
fellowship we shared. I recall dinning together and being introduced by them to a group of others playing a table game, whereupon we joined right in
and had a great time of fun with our newly found friends. I tell you, there are multiple ways that she serves others in our church, but none more public than
that as a greeter. Her name is Iris, and like a colorful blosom gracing a flower garden, she stands gracefully each sunday greeting those
entering the church. I have always put a premium on such great souls like her and my mom, and I am honored just to be in her presence.
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Survival of twitching lieutenants just the last remnants
Working class residents snitching in lurking tenements
No matches or scratches itching irking local regiments
Sentiments stitching Test bible’s tribal past testaments
Elements primal pariah bewitching best temperaments
Merriment ditching spiral & dire forecast impediments
Viral as pitching tents inspire dream steam experiments
Not enriching with evident quagmire resentments
Inclement does fire bitc*ing about predicaments
Ire cements hitching to the umpire assessments
Hunch squire long lunch switching rival condiments
When cricket is in London town look up not down
What will sever any willow & leather is the weather
No refuge from the deluge as sorrows do drown
Whoever has got a ticket at the end of their tether
Is the tickle of all things fickle that gilds its crown
Which is why have to explain why Tests do reign
Sport where you might go off for bad light again
Complain haven’t the powers to showers restrain
Sort where you can’t properly train have to refrain
Let’s be plain to forget how wet it can get is insane
Naysay why do we in vain play 5 day Tests is inane
Mental and elemental is the point so don’t be a pain
In a nation where in every location it’s likely to rain
Oh, the memories of school days from the past,
Those high school days I will never forget;
Happy to recall those gym dances, oh what a blast !
All of us girls loved those dances with no regrets,
Crowding into the restrooms to fix hair and makeup;
Those high school days- I will never forget !
Oh, for days, new dance steps we would dream up,
Then the day arrives and girls and boys fill the gym;
Crowding- in the restrooms fixing hair and makeup !
Boys on one side, girls on the other, then I saw HIM,
Madonna was doing the Vogue and we did not move;
Then the day arrives- and girls and boys fill the gym !
I was ready to show off my attire and my groove,
Then, it happened, Jennifer was singing, Lets Get Loud,
Madonna was doing the Vogue- and we did not move !
Then, I was Livin La Vida Loca, I was on a cloud,
Oh, the memories of school days- from the past;
Then it happened Jennifer was singing, Lets Get Loud,
Happy to recall those gyms dances, oh what a blast !
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February 4, 2016
Poetry/Terzanelle/Livin La Vida Loca
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All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Lets Hear It,
sponsor, Judy Konos
First Place
My heart is filled with much happiness
a generous "souper" has showed kindness
By gifting me with an unselfish gift
it's like they knew I needed a lift
I think a cyberspace angel resides here
gifting soupers with PM's and much cheer
I won't forget such a selfless thing
it causes my tortured heart to sing
Tonight I want to have a sweet dream
of my cyberspace "angel" near a stream
It would be an awesome opportunity,
to say thanks for building up community
10-12-16
I have very few gripes to tell you about
But one major one is people who concentrate
On what's wrong with the world
Instead of concentrating on all the good things
That have come our way in the past decades
We take things for granted after a short while
And forget what it was like before
Where is it all heading?
Back in the middle of the 20th century
We could only guess at what lay ahead
Not an inkling as to the progress
The many gadgets that make life so much easier
More connected like never before
And yet this is only a period in time
With more gadgets that are available to us
Our minds boggle at human ingenuity
Last century was an explosion of new ideas
Never imagined possible before
These are the wonder years
We can only imagine what lies ahead
Time for New Campaign Year ReSolutions,
perhaps informed with some new political economy
discernment questions.
Why is a free market
most accessible to those with the largest investments
in marketing?
Could this be the same question:
Why are our free political elections
most accessible to those who invest most heavily
in self-partisanship?
Why does suppression or oppression or repression,
some kind of taxing expression,
of the free cooperative-barter labor market
feel related to the rapidly increasing disecological cost
to Earth's formerly free commodities,
elements,
communionation,
co-arising intelligence,
ecosystemic integrity,
and possibly some cooperative research
hunting and gathering nutrients,
while avoiding toxicity?
Why does it cost so much
to competitively market the economic policies and political procedures
intended to evolve healthy cooperative free markets?
Why does freedom from fearful need for
--debt forgiveness
--redemption
--absolution
--ever more effectively voiced competition
to avoid untimely divestment
feel so much like freedom to give
mutually cooperative compassion
--for being merely human,
--for not being humane enough for our own SuperMonoTheistic
Awareness,
--for not being unnaturally spiritual enough
for our EgoCenters to entirely forget
our ubiquitously shared neurosystemic
empowering political
and enlightened economic
RNA regenerative roots?
Why do I feel
and not think
free of participating in competing
racist
sexist
homophobic
eco-political networks,
structures,
systemic trauma
When I buy groceries and clothes,
every time I support an
--overly anthro-indulgent,
--over-commodified
--overly toxic
--overly carbon-footprinted
--overly LeftBrain dominant
corporation
Including political party corporations
competing for market shares in votes,
and how do I feel free to support overly incorporated candidates
for overly-commodified public offices?
Why does an independent multiculturist
sound like an oxymoron?
while a cooperative polyculturing network
sounds like deep nurturing
nutritionally healthy
resonance?
Mom I miss you so, I remember you so well and all your ways are so near and dear.
Mom I miss you so, thank you for being a great mom and never letting me down.
Mom I miss you so, I never thought you would go so quickly, but I hold all of our memories close to my heart.
Mom I remember how you told me of all your stories, you made me feel like we were in the story.
Mom you made some amazing food, I can still taste them like I ate them today, the memories of your cooking will for ever stay in my mind.
Mom you laughed so hard sometimes, it made me feel happy, you had a laugh that brought out my best.
Mom I remember when you sang in church, you sang so loud we all looked, your soprano voice was one I will never forget.
Mom you had so much love for animals, I remember how you cared and loved for them all.
Mom I am sorry for any pain you had during this life, I know sometimes life was unkind to you, but you put your best in and moved forward.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Oh Israel I called you forth to listen
there can only be one master to the house
I redeemed you all to belong as brothers
as your service to me you have espoused
Why do you seek control over the others
by example my purchase set you free
my will I am able to make known
when you are punished know it will come from me
I will be the one who gives directions
to the one who is my servant call
my will I am able to make known
it is to me that he will stand or fall
You raise yourselves like lions in the forest
tear into my servants like your prey
shortly I will settle the accounts here
pray your coins I will not take away
By example I set myself as servant
it was you who I washed and fed
I set a table just like a house slave
upon it was my own wine and bread
You were purchased from the wicked
were set as freemen in my tent
everything you use is my possession
you will account for how it has been spent
If you are unable to submit to my direction
know this you can be easily replaced
I will not allow you to destroy my building
I can from stone make flesh and you erased
Every servant is dependent on his master
and a master example I have set
there is only one path to true glory
the obeisance of love you do forget
I will use anyone I choose to
their service to me I'll not forget
I will raise or lower those deserving
if you refuse a decision you'll regret
Accept my admonishments directions
the gentle voice I have sent to you
you have publicly shamed my reputation
It is my example you must learn to do
My father appointed me the master
as a son in his own house I serve
I have sent my messengers before me
My arrival will dispense what you deserve
when I get hauled out of bed for this
I have to wonder to whom our Lord
has to have listen , those to whom this
is addressed you know the scriptures
Amen , come Lord Jesus
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Profanity's a loathsome thing.
The words used are the worst,
Expressing thoughts most vile and crude,
Such language is perverse;
For when we speak we show the world,
What dwells within our mind,
And as he thinks, so is the man,
We really haven't time,
To waste on words of guilt and shame,
That hurt even their user;
For words have power, don't forget,
Once said they can leave bruises,
That stay o'er long and cause great pain,
Be careful what you say,
And guard your thoughts lest you forget,
And let the devil play,
Little games within your mind,
For that's where sin begins;
So study hard and think good thoughts,
And just don't let him in.
"FINALLY BRETHREN, WHATEVER IS TRUE, WHATEVER IS HONORABLE, WHATEVER IS RIGHT, WHATEVER IS PURE, WHATEVER IS LOVELY, WHATEVER IS OF GOOD REPUTE, IF THERE IS ANY EXCELLENCE AND ANYTHING WORTHY OF PRAISE, LET YOUR MIND DWELL ON THESE THINGS."
Phillipians 4:8
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried,
But your eyes pull me, like waves to the shore,
How can I forget what never died?
I search for you where the lost hopes hide,
A glance from you—my heart beats once more,
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried.
Among the crowd, where echoes collide,
Yet only your silence cuts to the core,
How can I forget what never died?
My heart still follows, though fate has denied,
Like a story unwritten, an unopened door,
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried.
If love was a fire, it would have subsided,
Yet here I stand, still longing for more,
How can I forget what never died?
"If it stays, it’s love,"—I whisper, teary-eyed,
"If it ends, it’s a tale... if it never begins, folklore."
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried,
How can I forget what never died?