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I close my eyes and I hear a sound,
Running water, joyful and unbound.
Leaping and roaring, swirling and swishing,
Loud slaps of waves crashing.
But the chaos yet fuels peace within me,
As I close my eyes and let my mind see.
Past the horizon, beyond the mundane,
My mind wanders off as I hear the sound of the rain.
Pitter patter of raindrops on the window sill,
Exuding calm as I stand still.
The raindrops purge the earth and all within,
Washing away my wrongs and my sins.
And I envision dew drops, sparkling and profound,
As they fall from blades of grass, purifying the ground.
And I find that sheer joy I can’t deny
Myself to feel through my mind’s eye.
And I can hear the wind howling through the trees,
Taking with it the seeds and the leaves,
It ruffles the feathers of the birds flying high,
The feel of freedom none other can satisfy.
A dazzle of colour, gray, green and blue,
Circling and singing a melodious hue.
And such are the birds that sail the air free,
That in my mind’s eye I vividly see…
And far off, I hear the fain song of a bird,
Ecstatic that the sun is now peeping at the world.
The first rays pierce through the darkness to reach the earth,
Lighting up a vibrant world, increasing its worth.
I can hear the pigeons cooing and the monkeys chattering,
Each one expectant and eager for a new beginning.
And a benevolent sun does smile down upon us,
Through my mind’s eye I can see him relish the early morning rush.
And through my mind’s eye, I witness time pass by,
As the sun hides his head under the blanket of his great bed.
And like the mice who play while the cat is away,
The moon peeps over the dark forlorn cloud
And invites a din magnificent and loud,
Of hidden creatures, loyal to the dark,
But beautiful and graceful like the singing lark.
With their voice like melody, they dance and fly,
This is what I see through my mind’s eye.
Animals of prey gear up for the hunt,
They move about stealthily, nighttime has begun.
An eerie silence reigns all around,
Such peace is very difficult to be found.
And again time flies as if on wings,
And the sun rises once more to brighten up things.
It seta again making way for the night,
My mind’s eye has shown me the most wonderful sight.
I am twenty-one.
It’s a hot, summer day in 1963.
I’m in Lubbock, Texas, at Reese Air Force Base
And I’m climbing the ladder into a supersonic T-38 jet.
The parachute strapped to my back is cumbersome.
I can feel the sweat running down my legs.
Settling into the ejection seat, I strap myself in,
Attach my G-suit to its umbilical cord,
Connect my oxygen mask, microphone and headphones
To their nearby connections.
I am exhilarated as the plane and I are becoming one.
Yet, I am the master and it will faithfully follow my commands.
I start through my lengthy checklist,
And as I power up each engine,
I feel my supersonic rocket ship coming to life.
The engines’ whine reverberates through my headphones
As the instrument panel comes alive
And the myriad of needles jump and stabilize in unison.
I signal the plane captain to remove the chocks.
He salutes me and I smartly respond.
A gentle nudge of the two throttles starts us on our way.
I close the canopy and turn on the air conditioning.
A cold mist blows out of the vents.
I take my mask off and smell it to make sure it’s not smoke.
It never is.
I pull down my helmet’s visor
And tune the radio to the ground control channel.
My headphones come alive with air traffic chatter.
I can see other T-38’s in the distance taking off and landing,
Gracefully, like giant storks swooping down to earth
And then back up again.
I eagerly await my chance to join the flock
As I feel in complete synergy with my exquisite flying machine.
Now it’s my turn as I pull onto the runway.
I press down hard on the brakes
As I push the throttles forward
And check my engines’ instruments
For the thousandth time.
I focus on the centerline ahead of me
As I release the brakes
And push the throttles into full afterburner.
I feel them rather than hear them
As they explode behind me
Leaving a trail of angry, red hot flames.
Their force pushes me back into my seat
As I accelerate down the runway like a dragster.
I pull back on the stick and feel the wheels leave the ground.
We’re airborne!
Gear up, flaps up, as the ground quickly recedes beneath us.
I point the nose upwards and we head to thirty-thousand feet.
My rocket ship and I are happy.
I am smiling.
Life is good.
No matter unseasonably
blustery March like weather
prevails across my neck of the woods
(Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania)
and across the main body
of these United States of America
particularly original Thirteen Colonies
global warming alive and well
and promises to return
with a vengeance
after station identification.
Find out pertinent ice age accouterments;
gear up as soon as possible
with suitable and necessary arctic trappings
by accessing without delay
https://icetrek.com/equipment-guide.
Researchers used data on Earth's orbit
to find the historical warm
interglacial period that looks
most like the current one
and predicted that the next ice age
would usually begin within 1,500 years.
Now back to regularly scheduled program
donned and trumpeted as poetic blurb.
Incumbent onus warrants immediate action
to stem tide of global warming
or erect breakers to thwart dire crisis,
cuz figurative and literal tsunami
in the offing gathering strength.
Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
*****sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,
perhaps ecological intentional community
while yours truly, one guilt ridden wordsmith
laments impacting minimal carbon footprint
(courtesy these thankful little feet size nine+)
nonetheless psychological torment wracks
lovely bones garden variety/generic human
specifically comprising complex edifice me
Matthew Scott Harris riven with loathsome
abomination, constipation, indignation, et al
mustered, tethered, yoked into capitalistic,
commercialistic, consumeristic ditto et alia
versus altruistic holistic, simplistic again re:
call synonymous words regarding contrast
between belching, exhausting, and polluting
(naming three adjectives describing impact
predominantly nsync with prophetic albeit,
profit oriented profligate, profane paradigm
unleashing immense global carbon emissions.
Wems Henry Temmy
I enjoy lovely moments on bed
That bathe my soul in awesome dream
My eyes never go red
For rising from bed is really a gleam
Adedokun Youngjay
At early dawn
My eyes open gradually
When coming from holy ghost land
Where live seems beautiful
Through my everyday canoe.
Wems Henry Temmy
I am flying in my dream
I relinquish to embrace reality
Try flying on high... I scream
Here is a moment of my liberality
Been awake is such an awesome relieve in earth's stream
Adedokun Youngjay
In this journey I path to,
The journey it seems I stay indefinitely
After I saw many dreams put in effects
To me is the moment of elated
As a cock crow to remind me of reality
As I behold my phone nearly closed to my pillow
It's eighteen minutes to 5 o'clock.
Wems Henry Temmy
Its light hits my world softly
I condole it in guise to dwell in my heart acutely
It drives my heart wide open yet can't fathom broader
It should have been enough a tease than a blunt say actually,
Let's be real, dream isn't a good joker
Adedokun Youngjay
The dawn breaks,
Hastily picture drama of the day
How hasten we tend
To make the bread of the day
And what to gain from it again.
Wems Henry Temmy
Wems gym every blessed morning
Standing on his heel at ease to heal his stiffened posture
In his own little world alone; on exercise foaming
Sitting up his spinal column activates his alter
Else praying would entice dosing
Waking with Youngjay is a treat
You have to gear up in each second
Taking up the tracking in pursuit of fitness
What more will the morning be without workout
That's the blessing a functioning lung each morning retreats
Note: Morning Trail is a duet between Adedokun Youngjay and Wems Henry Temmy.
as america’s gluttons gear up for a day of
mass stuffing of the face
to celebrate the
genocide of native-americans in this country
one can’t help but find the dual-speak
concerning the
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to be a humorous inner monologue which plagues the minds of those who
stand in the check out line at the grocery store
flipping through the glossy mags
hoping that one day they will be able to flatten that stomach out
enhance those muscles & breasts
as well as gain fuller more lush
lips
amidst all the other physical attributes of the
beautiful people.
the thin-minded glutton walks a fine line at the family table
as s/he stuffs themselves but in the same moment
counts each calorie going in
with the foreknowledge of just how much exercise &
dieting it will take to work it off.
in fact, the conversation at the table might even
dabble between talk of how much said individuals have gained
or lost throughout the year
as the buttered rolls are passed.
meanwhile,
in the rest of the world
people who cannot stuff themselves in the name of genocide
envy the occupants of the empire
(whose thumb they are pinned under anyway)
already thin (and not airbrushed)
for what it is that they need is
nutrients, clean water, protein &
a better life---
and as we pass the candied yams
we are glad that we are not yet living on the streets
with the 40,000 or so registered in NYC’s homeless shelters alone
or for that matter
unable to buy food because our weekly budget is stretched so very
tight
because we are unemployed &
waiting on the next check.
December 21 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Peter 1-5
Key Verse – 1Peter 1:5 Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR KEEPING US BY HIS POWER
Praise be to God for keeping us by His power to:
Stay in His peace
Seek His presence
Share His precepts
Supplicate along His plan
Serve by His performance
1Peter 2:3 Praise be to the Lord for letting us taste
that He is gracious as we:
Grow in His Word along His way
Go through His workmanship
Glow by His worth in His will
Give to His work willingly
Gear-up for worship
1Peter 3:15 Praise be to the Saviour for teaching us
sanctify the Lord God in our hearts and be:
Ready to give an answer about our hope
Responsive to His grace and His help
Refreshed toward His hoisting
Recharged along His hand
Restored for His honour
1Peter 4:2 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for instructing us to live to the will of God:
Feasting in His love and light
Fighting lusts and lasciviousness
Fleeing to His lessons for learning
Focusing on His lifting-up lawful liberty
Following His leadership as well as His lordship
1Peter 5:7 Praise be to the Almighty for
letting us cast all our cares upon God with:
Hope above horror
Honesty along honour
Holiness amidst hatred
Humility against haughtiness
Heartiness around helplessness. Amen!
December 21, 2024
Give me a wink,
if you know what I'm saying
Give me a nod too
Don't let 'em think
that we know what we're doing ain't cool
Give 'em the old soft shoe
Yeah, hit 'em with the soft boot,
I love giving 'em the soft shoe
Geppeto 'em: gear up to peddle 'em
fake leather using phony flattery
Sell 'em the fake goods,
tell 'em what they wanna hear every time,
nobody ever said licking a sucker was a crime
That's right, give 'em the soft shoe,
they'll never know that they're being lied to
Just give me a wink,
and I won't have to say out loud
what we're really trying to do
And I'm gonna need you
to give me that nod too ...
So you can go and do
what we said we don't know nothing about
Then give 'em good misdirection,
paved whitewash coming out your mouth
Tell 'em that the train is headed up north,
but we be on the plane headed down south
When you be giving 'em the paid whitewash,
you gotta show those pearly teeth good
You gotta be smooth with your words,
looking glamourous like Hollywood
And Holly would ... if you give her the wink,
along with the nod
Always remember son,
never let 'em know what you really think ...
keep your peas in the pod
Put prying heifer eyes in their right place,
use the green cattle prod
And tell the hired hands, holding the hot iron brand,
you're gonna need that wink
and that gangster nod
January 25 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 22-24
Key Verse – Exodus 22:11 Then shall an oath of the LORD be between them both, that he hath not put his hand unto his neighbour's goods; and the owner of it shall accept thereof, and he shall not make it good.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO UPHOLDS OUR OATH
Praise be to God for upholding us
as we entrust our oath to Him that must be:
Fulfilled by His ways
Followed according to His Word
Fixed in His will
Founded upon His worth
Functional toward worship
Exodus 22:27 Praise be to the Lord for hearing us
since He is gracious for our:
Redemption with His assured salvation
Restoration against sufferings
Rejuvenation midst sorrow
Reformation by His Scriptures
Exodus 23:20 Praise be to the Almighty for sending His angel before us to:
Guide and keep us along the way of joyful service
Gear up and bring us into the place of victory
Guard and warn us to beware of sin-snares
Guarantee and assure us of prosperous heavenly journey
Exodus 24:1 Praise be to the Saviour for inviting us
to come up unto Him for:
Worship in spirit and in truth
Watchfulness over stewardship and training
Wholeness around His serenity and training
Wisdom toward service and toiling
Witness of His sovereignty and triumph. Amen!
January 25, 2024
Do you remember the thrill of excitement you felt when waking up and finding out it was a snow day?
You were impatient for breakfast to be over, so that you could gear up in your snow suit & head outside to play in the wondrous winter wonderland.
All of the neighborhood kids would be out and there would be a terrific snowball fight (with snowballs flying from one side of the street to the other), sledding down the local hill, making snow forts and snow angels.
Sometimes you would end up in a competition with other neighborhood kids to see who could build the coolest snowman.
After a couple of hours being outdoors in the frigid cold, you would be feeling the cold right through your many layers of clothing & felt tuckered out from playing in the snow.
Then it would be time to head indoors: for a hot bath, some cozy pajamas and lunch.
Your snowsuit and mittens would be hanging up to dry somewhere in the kitchen. You couldn’t wait for a nice cup of hot cocoa, after your bath.
Lunch would be a snow day tradition of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.
After lunch, you would get all snuggled up on the couch to watch a movie or read.
Then, you might play board games with your siblings / friends before suppertime. All the while, watching the snowflakes fall silently down outside the window.
I sure am missin' fishin'
Sittin' by a stream
A cooler full of colas
Livin' out a dream
The gentle, lazing waters
Slowly driftin' by
I watch my bobber floatin'
And I can only sigh
I reel it in and cast again
Against the currents flow
Then settle back to watch it drift
With dangling bait below
I stare up at the clouds above
And hum a little tune
When time is right, I'll eat a bite
Probably 'round noon
Again I reel my line in
To check upon my bait
To see if I still had some
Or see if it was ate
When day is done at settin' sun
I pack my things away
I go to pick my rod up
When suddenly, "OH, HEY!"
The rod was bent like crescent moon
Engaging tug of war
The battle raged twixed fish and me
From water to the shore
When I became the victor
I grabbed him by the mouth
And held him high for me to see
Then something came about
How could I have done this?
I set a baited hook
For unsuspecting innocence
Whose life I nearly took
I held it up once more
And looked at it with pride
I didn't fish from hunger
So I won't be why he died
I did it for the sport
Like boxers in the ring
I kissed him and I let him go
Back into the stream
That being done I gave a smile
Knowin' I did right
I loaded all my gear up
And drove into the night
Rockman :-)