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Ya'll know the story.
All the women who helped make the blanket all be came pregnant
all except for the guy's wife who originally wish to be pregnant.
The guys father came to him and told him
he should look to the market for some financial stability
maybe that would calm her nerves against financial instability.
He looked to him and laughed.
Well March of the following year a fella came to
the guy needing help. He had sps ankle and his wheat
needed ah-thrashing: he was under contract
and the bread company in town needed the bread before
the first week in March in order to meet the easter flour season.
The fella told the guy he could stay at his place for three to four days
with his wife and they could do the work together. It was only five days of work but he needed the help to comply with his contract. He would pay the two
Twenty gold coins and when the money from the Wheat company came:
he would pay them a greater sum!
Well they made a deal and they were off to thrash the wheat. They finished the work in four days
working day and night. When they came back home they were tired and happy to be home.
They made a night of there first day home and went to sleep.
Weeks went by and in Mid March the guy with the broken ankle came by to pay them. He gave them the check and the golden coins. The wife offered him some tea, he accepted and she went in the kitchen to retrieve it. The fellas were talking when the woman called out to her husband.
She said she needed help and felt light headed.
they took the woman to the hospital and found she was pregnant.
They were so excited that they would be parents by Christmas!
When they got back people from all around
came by to wish them luck.
Op.39 #15
Johann Brahmns
‘far from the madding crowds’ and cars
this ‘green and pleasant’ land of ours
conceals behind its dry stone walls
secrets, streams and waterfalls
where stepping stones that gather moss
‘shine forth’ and tempt us both across
to distant fields of eighties’ skies
now clouded through autumnal eyes
where sheep still bleat as we both pass
along old paths of weathered grass
rekindling thoughts as each track weaves
of first love, hope and burning leaves
that once infused a simpler air
but linger still inside somewhere
to guide us on those wistful miles
through woods, past farms and over stiles
in search of where we sat and spent
time dreaming dreams of dreams we dreamt
over the hills and far away
inside a world called yesterday
and where we’d stay ‘til light turned late
in fields beyond the kissing gate
where now through gentle smiles and tears
reflecting on those forty years
it feels like time has flown so fast
since young love asked if love could last.
~ Ancient Wisdom: "Age 50 is for giving advice" ~
A man is surely trapped in the jaws of a vice
when he walks down the aisle and they throw the rice
For from that day forth all he hears is advice
All his experienced friends tell him what to do
not to mention all the in-laws he has to listen to
And, of course, the mother and father-in-law
inevitably weight in with their say
on any discussion of the issues of the day
Let's not forget the beautiful bride
Her opinion she makes sure not to hide
She's certainly not just 'along for the ride...'
Yet now that you're 50, the tables do turn
You've suffered enough to really have earned
The right to dispense all the wisdom you've earned
And with that ~ Happy Birthday and Many Happy Returns!
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The dappled space between The sordid truths and sacred lies
is where life can find me, hiding right here, wishing upon
watching for and waiting upon the copious Day Stars that incite
the seasons that just might be. the reasons for which you recite.
My moments will sometimes be Over there and elsewhere
dangling as if to say, you will say a notion that
I always pursue that which none can strangle or refute,
There is no reason to. nor question its biased pursuit.
The troubling truth is this, The truth must believe that
There are truths which speak lies. the pursuant goal is the proof.
Seeing what I believe, Believing what’s in your sight,
proving right myopic eyes. While pursuing that dappled light.
Faith and reason will survive Where our hearts and heads collide.
In sacred chaos each thrive. Where our hands in each reside.
I went to my high school reunion:
I wasn't sure what to expect.
Would those we once held so high
Retain our aged respect?
High school cliques had disappeared;
our hearts at last included all.
We understood, as our days grew short,
our differences must grow small.
The grey in our hair and slowness of step,
were the trophies of our days:
The wars we fought, the triumphs shared,
the loves lost while finding our ways.
Ups and downs and sideways of life
had been etched upon every face.
The joys and laughter and sadness
had given each an uncommon grace.
The reunion was nice, but I had learned
you really can't go home again
We were no longer those high school mates
Waiting for sixth period to end.
Friends remain pearls, diamonds the tears
but it's strangers we've become.
Faded photographs in a dusty box,
reminders that once we were young.
Guardian guide me to the highest mark
Be my light and banish me from the dark
Rendezvous mission gone to the best
Relax my body and help me to rest
Take this burden off my chest
Make me ace this finalized test
Angel guide me to the highest peaks
Stop my hurt for all of these weeks
Take me to Heaven with your deep embrace
Banish me from this wretched place
Take me far, far, away from this shame
Balance me out and clear this name
Be by my side until the end of time
And so many of these words are hard to rhyme
Distance thoughts dance across my face
Standing before you to marry in white lace
Let my imagination wander to the top
But please promise me your love won't stop?
“Brewing”
by Positive Mark
Brewing my coffee.
Brewing your tea.
You sit and chant now, while I burn the incense.
Dragon’s blood gives us a shield in this instance.
I hover close at a Goddess insistence.
She soothes the pain of an artist’s existence.
I stood on the porch.
Lifted the last of last night’s cold libations like raising a torch.
Emptied the glass with a thrust of my arm.
Mother responded to me with a charm.
She didn’t take it all straight to the ground.
Some of the particles swirled all around.
Dancing in air like a school of live fish.
I closed my eyes tight.
Made a wish.
If you have a need to call me
I won’t read into it any more
Than the need to talk to someone
Who has been there once before
Don’t worry about imposing
If you have a text message you want to send
I want to be there to help you out
Any time you need a friend
If you have a need to hug me
I won’t read into it any more
Than the need to simply be held tight
When you feel like falling to the floor
Don’t worry about mixed messages
You’re afraid that it might send
I want to be there to help you out
Any time you need a friend
If you have a need to kiss me
I won’t read into it any more
Than the need to feel good inside
As verification that you’re adored
Don’t worry about teasing me
If the kiss is where you know it must end
I want to be there to help you out
Any time you need a friend
If you have a need to sleep with me
I won’t read into it any more
Than the need for a night of passion
When there’s no lover for you to score
Don’t worry about leading me on
And feeling like you now have to pretend
I want to be there to help you out
Any time you need a friend
But, if you want me to read much more
In these actions that you take
If you wonder why I don’t pick up on the clues
And worry that my friendship is just a fake
Simply tell me you want me to be
Much more than just your friend
And I’ll be glad to be much more for you
Never to wear these restraints again
Love is trouble
She fell in love with a stranger
Now her heart is gone
Gone so far away
Home is no longer her comfort
Cos her heart is far gone
Gone with her lover
Her husband love is now a trouble
His care is a torture to her feelings
His words are kind yet to her
It better he is quiet
Cos his voice gives no more joy to her
She is far gone yes gone so far
Her feelings her love her care
Her emotions her joy is outside
Not at home any more
She is in love with a stranger
Her new lover is all she wants
Her heart is gone
Gone so far away
Love is trouble
Rise up you good man
Remember when one door closes
Another open
If she don’t love you move on
Yes take it as a part of life
It only means you deserve better
Don’t be still on pain oh man
Don’t decay in your misery
There is a bright sun after the
Dark of the darkest night
So don’t change who you are
Let your heart break teach you sense
Not break you down
So rise up you good men
Beat your chest and keep chasing
After your ways
Be kind be nice be humble
Never be broken from a failed love
Not all that glitters are gold
So rise yes rise oh man
Remember when one door close
Another opens
Life is not a bed of roses brother
Haiku’s Anyone?
Written: by Tom Wright
2/8/2013
Before your return
We seldom used cameras
We merely owned them
Before your return
Our patio, a table
Under a shade tree
Before your return
I didn’t have a close friend
That I could care for
Before your return
Never celebrated things
You brought with you change
Before your return
We had cash for whatever
Just had no desire
Before your return
We didn’t have a reason
To enjoy these things
As we admired you
You were our inspiration
Can thanks be enough?
In your quiet way
You have without knowing it
Done us ample good
We are so thankful
That you are more than a friend
And we do love you
This 9 verse poem consists of 9
Separate Japanese Haiku Poems
Each verse having 5-7-5 syllables per lines