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My Great Great Aunt Prissy had a magical dog.
She never needed friends but she did have a blog.
Her acquaintances were thrilled with her pix
Of a talking dog with costumes so thick
She would put hilarious captions under the blog
Stating the words came from her magical dog
A border collie with a mad sense of humor
We all laughed, thinking she had a brain tumor
My Great Great Aunt Prissy made her dog famous.
When she passed we fought over who got her dog Amos
By then he was up to six million hits every day
Advertisers were eager to throw money his way
I drew the long straw and took Amos home gladly
He was mouthy, a diva, and spoke his voice gladly.
A magical dog loving his own fans and gobs of hype
He is standing over me now watching me type
Criticizing my English, correcting my grammar.
Laughing at my mistakes in a belligerent manner.
Great Aunt Prissy’s sassy confident magical dog
No longer has a following, friends or a blog.
Planning requires grit and devotion to succeed,
Does triumph make you shiver down your spine?
Propelling, freed
accomplishment
I fought with more pertinacity than bulldogs.
I cannot help but look at the success,
Does insufficiency make you shiver?
Stigma does not end with lateness or quiver.
Would night demise throw by a droop
Of the early morning shimmer?
Dad geese the goal
setting the path
(Fragmented Verse)
02/25/21
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Hidden in your lies
is the truth uncovered
From the deepest wound
Left an awful scar here
I fought in hell
To save one's dignity
I roared your name
Like steel
Cutting cold ice
Deep enough
To feel pain
Beautiful turns ugly sour
the skin almost creeps
Falling a fine line unreal
To cut at the razor's edge
The face cuts truth
In the deepest wound
cold hard lies open cuts
Did I ever know you
The blackest heart
A complete stranger
Horrid ugly deceiver
in what you done
no respect shown
Cold emotionless heart
Cutting to the bone
to look crazy upset
over nothing
Almost possessed
Like shut down empty feelings
Open the eyes
An obstacle between us has grown
like hitting an iceberg
something is dreadfully wrong
Then you drew the sword
Shot me down
Buried without closure
the bitter end
Coldest cut frosted
Scarred deep within
The razor edge
Straight through the centre
Just like a knife
in searing pain
The finest cut
The tongue
like a paper cut
Drawn with the pen
can cut deeper
than any wound
upon the sword
The apostles were brought in and made to appear before the Sanhedrin to be questioned by the High Priest. "We gave you strict orders not to teach in this name," he said. "Yet you have filled Jerusalem with your teaching and are determined to make us guilty of this man's blood." Acts 5:27-28
Peter and the other apostles replied: "We must obey God rather than human beings! The God of our ancestors raised Jesus from the dead--whom you killed by hanging him on a cross. God exalted him to his own right hand as Prince and Savior that he might bring Israel to repentance and forgive their sins. We are witnesses of those things and so is the Holy Spirit, whom God has given to those who obey him." Acts 29-32.
"For I am already being poured out like a drink offering, and the time of my departure is near. I have fought the good fight, I have fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge will award me on that day--and not only to me, but to all who have longed for his appearing. 2 Timothy 4:6-8.
...But he has appeared once for all at the culmination of the ages to do away with sin by the sacrifice of himself. Just as people are destined to die once, and after that face the judgement, so Christ was sacrificed once to take away the sins of many; and he will appear a second time, not to bear sin but to bring salvation to those who are waiting for him." Hebrews 9:26-28.
Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on the earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord to the glory of God the Father. Phillip pans 2:8-11. 3/27/23
In shadows deep, where silence grew,
I fought a battle, none ever knew,
The weight I bare, a heavy chain,
While smiles hid deep, the hidden pain,
They laughed and chatted, lost in the day,
oblivious to the demons in my way,
I wore a mask, crafted so bright,
yet the tears fell, softly into the night,
I cried for help in whispers faint,
But their backs turned, as if by fate,
A gentle plea, a grasping hand,
Yet they missed the signs, the need to understand,
Now the echos linger a haunting sound,
Of moments lost, of love untold
They stand in sorrow, crying when it's late
Wishing they had noticed,
Before it was fate.
In your attempt to search me out,
To question my love through your world of doubt,
Turn around and look at yourself,
Because the feelings you have now you've already felt,
They were there before I even came,
Your just looking for someone to blame,
So when I decide to walk away,
Your left with the same feelings of yesterday,
When honesty looks you straight in your eyes,
And you hide underneath these piles of lies,
Don't look in my direction with hate,
I loved you, and gave you no reason to act this way,
Take care of your business, then come back to me,
And don't come back until you can treat me properly,
Because sweetheart, I'm not the one,
That mistreated you from the gun,
And I won't take your egotistical abuse,
When all I ever did was love you,
Don't ask for my opinion if you don't want to hear,
But here's the kicker, you wouldn't ask if you didn't want it, dear,
Because inside you know my love is real,
You keep coming back in order to feel,
Your back and forth motion has you runnin confused,
I honestly think you don't see what you do,
But does that mean I have to put up with this abuse,
Will your heart change if I up and left you,
Maybe this is for the best,
Because your stealing my peace and taking my rest,
And I have fought it over And over again for love sake,
But it has come down to this,,you put my life at stake,
And if you really loved me would you take the chance,
To ruin my heart from ever loving again,
So if you love me, you'll back up,
Until you realize the meaning of true love........
Seeing art as a pool
To wash and hide faults within
Is a shallow thought weak hearts shin
See ink a love sharing art tool
The quill of which soar us higher
Reaching for the stars in the sky
And peace we tread upon is the pliers
Tightening honor of the moon on high
I have given all to poetry
In every spheres and not momentary
Consistently, I've learned a lot-
The fuels of ego firing my shots
All kisses and fun that breathe in inks
Gaze at how hearts' illness blinks
Connecting many and more links
Which hunt one another's winks
Make sure the food of thoughts
Shared reflect your being, truly
Nothing should stop what you fought
Making it well grounded duly
For more and all you are to do
Focus and don't mind been you
Quite often I catch myself
Watching old movies
About America’s great wars
And find myself humbled and awed by the sacrifices
Of so many countless souls.
Since our War for Independence
America’s been engaged
In one momentous battle after another
Which some have argued and always will,
That some of these have been for ill-gotten gains
And needless blood was spilled.
Never the less, I readily confess
I’m envious of our heroes
Who fought and died
While others have survived
With deep seated wounds and scars
That may never heal.
One can only imagine how
They must think and feel.
And although I also did my duty
For many years in uniform;
Never once did battle find me,
My mind or body torn.
For which I’m thankful beyond measure
And yet wishful I might have been
Closer to the killing fields
Like so many other good men.
Looking back on yesterdays
days of dying almost crying
Not so long ago I lay
looking for another day
doubtful times though they were
I looked forward for what was in store
And coming closer to the end of the road
I believed I had reached the final goal
Prepared to meet God I was
looking for glory and heavenly reward
Thinking of those who went before
waiting for me at heavens door
But looking back at my past was amiss
where was the joyful bliss
looking back for a job well done
What really had I overcome?
where are the foot prints that I leave the world
My outer greatness my flag unfurled
My winning way as chances I took
The things they mentioned in a book
who was I, the question asked
what was I, the given task
When was I behind the mask
And where does pride and confidence bask
Was I historical or metaphorical
to what we have today
Or was my departure just a going away
Hopes and dreams were not the answer
Wars I fought not being drafted
The change in the world that lasted
Was it really what I desired
was I the prophet the angels hired
an angel appears with something to say
as the clouds part, upon sunbeams rays
through teary eyes she recites
the message given from above
his heart brakes every time he hears...
our god is better than your god
and he is the one true creator
his heart brakes every time...
divisions are made upon
these so called interpretations
his heart brakes everytime...when
wars are fought in his holy name
blood is spilt along with your shame
his heart brakes every time...
his dogma is taken to extremes
all for your need to rule supreme
his heart brakes every time...
an innocent cries out in pain
humanities uncompassionate stain
his heart brakes every time...
unity drowns in a sea of indifference
as the swell bores the tide of arrogance
then she says with a smile.....
there is hope and love will light the way
let compassion be the new mood
as the sun shines upon the dark
and a new day will dawn
along with a brand new attitude