Long Goer Poems
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Born chosen,
in other spheres,
soon landed
where nobody wanted ...
Little sugary I grew up,
little salty I survived
to be kind of impish ...
I'm a fugitive son
from the sea ... being healthy ...
Stout escapist
commitments,
absent goer
of cultural events
intriguing inhabitant
of society ... but
even so intending to me
being a poet, I got here ...
Neither high nor low
meantime...
Neither ugly nor handsome
however ... I don't pay attention to fashion,
but I am inside everything ...
Gone in the years,
without having realized ... yet
I am faithful wanderer with
tired feet and body
sense...
I never wanted luck,
be preferred but with
luck I was always registered ...
I mix healthy and evil
accurately ... I'm almost
pure innocence ... further angel
than a demon by essence ...
But imperfect man
I am still ... I'm sure ...!
Neil is a para-cyclist who has often paired up with,
One of two people, either Sarah Storey’s husband,
Or Craig MacLean to pedal to gold, it’s his smith,
Having been a track sprinter, built up his hand.
Barney Storey has Type 1 diabetes from childhood,
And the pair took gold in the World Championships,
In 2009, both in the kilo and the sprint, both good,
At the kilo where they set a new WR, took strips.
Then in 2011 in the Italian Para-Cycling Track Worlds,
Him and Craig won gold in both events, new WR,
Then in LA with Barney again he won silver cords,
And in London they won gold with another new WR.
In 2014 Neil teamed up with Pete Mitchell in Mexico,
Where they won gold in the 1 km tandem time trial,
But he reunited with Craig for the games in Glasgow,
Where they won gold for sprint and time trial, double.
Neil is an MBE from 2013 and comes from Aberdeen,
Was born with an eye condition, retinitis pigmentosa,
He studied physics at the University of Aberdeen, lean,
And was born on the 12th of March in 1984, a goer.
Have you ever wondered what’s kept in a real blokes shed?
I bet you thought them full of junk, but I’m telling you instead.
I’ve had the privilege to peruse such a shed one night,
It’s owned by mate Kenny, who opened up my eyes.
There was carpet on the floor, compressors by the door,
Nuts and bolts, fishing rods, and Fosters cans galore.
And if you wanted any oil, like sewing, sump, or mower,
Just look around - you’ll find it stored; an ice-cream tub’s the goer.
A pair of boots a little tight, he’ll fix for future toil,
As Kenny’s way to make them fit is dip the toes in oil.
And when I asked, ‘What’s that you have hidden under wraps?’
‘A photocopy machine’ he said, ‘and next I need a fax.’
Oh, what delights this shed had brought, all useful stuff in here,
There are even shiny rolls of foil that hold your cans of beer.
I looked around and then I spied a cot upon the wall
In storage now, he will pass it on to eldest son named Paul.
On the shelf, a yellow cage for a bird he may pick up,
But have no fear Jeanette my dear, the feathered kinds enough.
Next to the cage a machine to sew, a little worse for wear
But Ken still keeps it, just in case his overalls might tear.
Equipment plus and flashing stuff in draws quite neatly stored,
And tucked away a paper too, in case your ever bored.
Although its news has come and gone of what, why, when, and how,
This edition’s old and rare, a collector’s item now.
However, in this shed don’t smoke, no ashtray can be found
It’s tucked away, so if you must just butt upon the ground.
And for those dark and dismal days a torch you may require,
Ken has several he would lend if ever you enquire.
When talking old but useful parts, yes most still have a spare
In case of breakdowns of the first - of course that would be rare.
Ken’s shed has lots of shi….ny gear, some new, quite fit to hock
But parting with equipment here, for Ken would bring on shock.
So, hear now, folks, and listen well - a real blokes shed has all,
Its contents stored on bench and floor and even up the wall.
And if you ever need a bit of this or even that,
Go to a real blokes shed you’ll find every piece of crap.
Spending an early morning by the iridescent bay,
body delighted by a whipping breeze:
it's humid and hazy under swollen clouds
that foretell an up-coming storm;
on both side of the parkway
cars speed by, and drivers
have no clue that a traffic cop
is scanning it on the radar!
Some may not go far:
there, the flashing lights of the siren;
I am glad that I obey that law,
while some offenders smirk at a fine!
As the wailing wind progresses on,
so does the intensity of the muggy air;
it supposed to be a festy, sunny day
to unwind and enjoy some sun,
but does Nature think that nasty weather is fair
or is it spiteful, unyielding and tricky?
On a rough checker's table made of oak,
I'm writing my observations
as beach-goers seem to have deserted it;
on a normal day it echoes of music,
of voices so loud and deep!
Now, hungry pigeons and seagulls
feast on wiggling fish,
unmarred by my presence...
that can provoke my appetite,
thinking of a tasteful dish!
Tired of walking the long stretch of beach,
I take off my tinted sunglasses
smudged by dripping sweat;
I'm burning like a lizard in need of relief...
my sunscreen has worn off!
Few more steps, the car door opens:
clothes neatly folded on the back seat,
raindrops hit the windshield as I pick up speed!
(This is only my opinion, only written to promote calm discussion or debate. I know nothing, am not an expert on anything. If you are easily Religiously riled, spiritually offended, do not read this. Period.)
The Devil is smart, subtle; he can control one without the controlled being remotely aware. He can appear beautiful and angelic like, surrounded by dazzling light. He is content with making some simply complacent, not believing in his existence. Complacency means that you will not consciously, prayerfully battle negative influences in the world. He doesn’t need a lot of active foot soldiers. He can make you financially secure, a weekend content church goer, as he does many, when it prevents you from deeper scrutiny and higher spiritual growth. Complacency helps him indirectly perpetuate evil influence in the world. Pop Culture: meditation is good...but meditation should not be approached and practiced as a touchy-feelgood, New-age fad. Without knowledgeable instructional understanding of mind, body, and spirit, meditation can lead to demonic possession. When one puts his mind and body into trance, if not protected properly, if not first being in the presence of God (the importance of understanding shallow meditation vs deeper meditation~ Omnipresence) one opens himself up to demonic possession. Possessed often do not know it. It’s very seldom like the movies. Psychic powers, psychic centers of the Cosmic Form, should not be stimulated unless one is totally prepared to become a priest of God, totally committed to selfless service of humanity 24/7. One should not mess with Mysticism as though it were another hobby, or simply an occasional pastime. Two scoop day or one. Subjects like Kundalini, spiritual fire for purification and transformation, should not be attempted without proper groundwork, without spiritual training – dedication involving total, complete surrender to Christ Principal (Son of God), otherwise it is tantamount to giving a 4 year old a loaded gun to play with. Am I suggesting then, that one should not Meditate? Absolutely not. And everyone starts as a novice. Psalm 19 verse 14: Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer.” All meditation, whether done by novice or otherwise, should begin and end in God’s presence.
Static......
Radioactive man is cool.
His brain is fried
but he still wears chinos.
It is sixteen days
since the bomb dropped,
not many people lived
but radioactive man did.
He is dazed and confused
but alive.
He staggers about,
not knowing
he is glowing.
The radio static
claims lots
of things.
Like....
The Russians
are like sour grapes.
A bad bunch.
No need to be that bad
though.
Claims static.
Radioactive man
shouts words.
"Let them lead what
I can"t have
down
the
path
of
righteousness."
Sigh, he must
have been
a church goer.
He will be dead
in two hours.
But the radio
wont know.
Nobody will.
Well, maybe God.
Oh and the Russians.
'Killing" time while homebound until...,
a cure gets distilled and/ or found
for pandemic, thus... I expound.
(Yupper - courtesy coronavirus CORVID-19),
how ja guess my good smear it in friend?! -
within Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania
toyed with thought to withhold or send
hmm... perhaps superstitious end
synonym with ominous trend,
methinks hoop fully auspicious,
and synonym with propitious will not abend
mine luckless mien kampf,
cuz the latter two similar lend
heft well woolworth
their weight in gold - words,
would moost notably, likely,
and heavily portend
toward disastrous, disadvantageous, disharmonious...
to Matthew Scott Harris,
whose time on Earth would
uninhibitedly, uneventfully, and unabashedly end
(ous ending intimating "possessing, full of...")
in this case foreboding...,
yours truly rendered permanently
incapacitated to offend
sense and sensibilities
honorable sacred tenets to poetics
tantamount to committing sacrilegious sin
if hypothetically practiced orthodox church goer,
and believer in reincarnation legend.
No matter getting cremated
(ha - of course after I die -)
good one, though... ha) crafting epitaph,
impossible mission to claim alibi,
while on leave from life,
and into cerulean heavenly sky
of course this guy would never lie
even in jest..., though all joking aside,
now tis golden opportunity well nigh
to compose obituary (mine of course),
one garden variety
(veggie burger eater) generic guy
who... doth not fear death, nor shy
about bidding permanent goodbye
to sordid vices that
DO NOT (no way) apply
to yours truly, he coon sitters himself...
well rather ho hum, (especially as singer -
for Curmudgeon Dummkopf Ensemble
(also known as the all star Schlemiel band),
no idea, I cannot explain why.
There was a buzz about the cinema in London 2554
with something brave, something new and outrageous in Cinema World.
The movies had morphed from sight and sound in surround-sound panorama
to the feelies, movies with the sense of touch and feel.
You grabbed the knobs in the hand rests to feel what was on srceen.
Warm, cold, sharp and smooth permeated through your being on cue.
Electronic senses of love and hate, happiness, fear and terror
transmitted via knobs and nerves to brain sensations.
But now two other senses were about to be delivered to the movie goer - Smell and Taste.
Tiny sprays in you headrests delivered squirts of odor into nose and mouth,
on cue with what was happening on the screen.
You could smell the roses, taste the gore, be overwhelmed with smells of war.
You really felt that you were right in there, hearing, seeing, feeling, smelling and tasting.
All five senses, tantalized on cue, really made a difference,
for a Brave New World in Cinema in 2554.
Unlike the pond life living here
you're the one I hold most dear
knowing you're mine makes me the glad one
I'd give you my heart if only I had one.
A nucleus is all I've got
trapped in a body like a pool of snot.
Though my looks won't cause surprise
as neither of us have been blessed with eyes.
I treasure your touch, and that's not sarcasm
there's nothing like the feel of ectoplasm.
I'm Solomon, you're my Queen of Sheba
for me you'll always be my darling amoeba.
Graceful and slender, a bit of a goer,
one mighty fine super-slime protozoa.
* Just an example of what I'm looking for in the contest I've submitted, folks, although I'm sure you'll do better. Viv *
February 15 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 25-28
Key Verse – Numbers 25:13 And he shall have it, and his seed after him, even the covenant of an everlasting priesthood; because he was zealous for his God, and made an atonement for the children of Israel.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY ZEAL IGNITER
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… charging me toward earnest repentance
Thank for inviting me to seek Your covenant of peace-assistance
As I rise up from the plague of leaving You, staying from a distance
And turn from Your wrath to stick to You with no resistance.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… correcting in being lured by beguiling worldliness
Thank for securing me with Your inheritance-goodness
As I win over my struggle against selfishness
And yield to Your control of sovereign holiness.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… challenging me to enjoy Your heavenly possession
Thank for settling me inside Your protection
As I praise You for including me in Your family of blest position
And offer to You my best devotion.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… changing me for Your glory
Thank for enabling me to submit to Your statutes’ jury
As I share with others precious Gospel story
And pass through trials toward Your victory.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… chaining me to Your sanctifying power
Thank for counselling me in my task as Your sower
As I depart from fleshly ambitious tower
And follow Your leadership for being Your soul-winning goer.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… checking me by Your truth and light
Thank for teaching me that in Your presence I must delight
As I honour You in walking by faith, not by sight
And accept Your law’s converting-transforming might.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… cheering me up through Your redemptive sacrifice
Thank for propelling me to continue in You with no disguise
As I exalt You for Your grace and mercy that suffice
And persevere to labour for You along Your compassion-price.
February 15, 2023