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"You're the Bane of my existence and the object of my desire", I could never tell you that, these words could describe what I feel for you but only incorrectly. You could never be the Bane of my existence, because I feel blessed to have known you, I feel honoured to have had the great joy of seeing you smile, you aren't the Bane but you are solely the cause of my existence, I would rather have my lips sewn shut for eternity than to think of you as a Bane or curse because you, my darling, are the what makes my existence exist, without you, love, I wouldn't be who I am my existence wouldn't be mine, I'd be a fraud, an imposter without having had the chance to have been changed for good by you, I wouldn't recognise who I se in the mirror, I wouldn't have known myself, id be a stranger to my eyes, if it wasn't for you. I'd still be living in darkness, convinced that the world is just fifty shades of black if you hadn't lit my world the moment you told me hi, if the darkness in my life hadn't swept away the second I have seen your eyes twinkle and your cheeks turn maroon ever so slightly when you smiled at me.
You, my love, aren't just an object that I desire, you are the answer to all my prayers, the one glimmer of light that I'd begged god for, you are my destiny and my fate, you are the missing piece that my soul has forever longed for and I'd be a fool to turn such a perfect and complex person like you into merely an object that I desire. But you aren't just an object,.you are so much more meaningful than that. And Yes, I desire you, it is true that you're all my desires combined, but I not only desire you I need you, I want you and I love you and those words don't nearly compare enough to what I feel for you, I feel oceans of love for you I'm not able to express even a drop worth and that I will forever regret.
What have you given that I've taken away?
A mixture of pain like feelings that twist.
Once we experienced, feeling's of heaven.
We were childlike and happy, yes even glad-hearted.
But our love like the wind it drifted away.
Seen through my eye's a vision of lies,
thoughts followed rain and I followed love.
Love left unburied, reborn left to die.
In a cloud burst of honey and yellow sunshine,
A thick blanket of snow made a white bed for you. swimming by her
and after swimming to far
by luck their upon her,
I came,
she with another and both.
Building castles from sand
was she,
not with the other, instead.
A monument to some mountain
a forgotten ,
or from her deep heart need.
She sculpted
with her own two hands.
Speaking and still she could
as i watched,
her other turning over, to me.
Wavy teeth make me spank the pastor
Questioning my faith is a major disaster
Look out for me in the darkness screaming
Opened blades cut deeper than fame
Wait for me I sought your light
Moons hid you from my trusted Dog's tonight
juniper king of flawless beats
Untitled your world Kick rocks to free the beast
Madness under stary nights preach the saddness
Laying down hopes to get beamed up like scottyrr
My call sign was shut the fk up patty
room to expand creep up the chimney
spare me some change I will consume your sanity
Gooney toons trace my roots to the loony rooms
guard dog going insane catching flames embracing Odin's name
root for Kings to sing out the silence
wavy good by to the saints of peace have arrived
do you think I called the police?
I invented the pain I bleed for the streets
they called me a rat face the facts I am fatter than that
all the fame riches money hoes and nonesene means nothing but distraction
I plan to freak off the attractions
Under rules to school fools I await your home boys who think they sweet
make the sun go down that's when church is called to meet.
raise hell unforgivables
I've seen the friendships come an go
loyalties changing, a telling show
All this I've seen, all this know
"Nothing gold can stay"
I've seen the lovers changing tune
now standing tall when first they'd swoon
a love once living, gone too soon
"Nothing gold can stay"
I've seen the vows all turn to dust
commitments torn by chains of lust
Left in the wake is tattered trust
"Nothing gold can stay"
I've seen it all and so I write
I've seen the strong ones lose their might
I've seen the wrong spring from the right
"Nothing gold can stay"
I've seen my dreams die one by one
I've seen the clouds obscure the sun
I've seen the good by evil won
NO, nothing gold can stay....
Eileen Manassian
Thank you, Robert Frost...
Too late Cock, too late, dawn missed.
Your 'cock-a-doddle do' laments in the mist!
For your alarm is set too late to matter,
Too late, to make selfish greed smash and shatter.
In days gone by, humankind once believed,
That common good by proxy could be achieved.
To stop climate change with a united stand.
To end the endless wars that hate fanned.
But when the day dawns it's all for one,
Not one for all that we could become.
The tragedy of the commons always has its sway
And real hope of for change is swept away.
For we always delay what we need to do,
Until its too late, or almost too late to.
Pick is conflicted by self-ness
She rarely ponders or introspects but it is a weird evening
Pan, her cousin, would never understand, so she will not bother.
She stands at the edge of the swamp,
Was she coming or going?
It is important as water by day is her refuge
Where she is murky, muddled, and angry
Dragging things down, she revels at
their drownings.
She has a quota, and she is not afraid to fill it.
Six kills daily, or she will not get to be her night-self.
Her night-self is what Pick lives for; she loves being good.
Goodness comes forth when she steps onto land;
Good by night, bad by day.
It is her curse,
She can share with no one.
She hesitates at the bank.
Is it dusk or is it daylight?
She has lost track of herself,
and it really does matter...
From our very first meeting was I doomed,
I listened intently to your soft voice. The gift of pretty flowers were perfumed, a loving card came now I can rejoice. With this old friendship what should be our choice, should we go on but is this hate or love. Will we find the answer from up above, like the pretty flowers you once did buy. Will you be leaving like a flying dove,
what can I say should we just say good-by.
Date Written: 2/1/2022
3 Place
Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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Farewell old pard, I write this letter to you. Well, I guess I’ll saddle up and ride out with my new pard, he’s only a colt at three.
He’s a real beauty, a real eye pleaser and sure of foot with a cutting pedigree.
I’ll go on out to the rough country where the sky is blue, relive the
old times and try to work the rope a bit, so I won’t be thinking of you.
We were pards for many a year and we both tote the scars to show
and that cold back you had fairly tossed me hard every morning before you’d make up your mind to go.
But we never shared a cross word that ever meant much among friends,
Though, you did take a few hard comments when you got ornery now and then.
We purt- near worked in all kinds of weather, rain, snow and even a blizzard or two.
We shared our misery out on the plains when the cold winds off the mountain blew.
We’ve covered a lot of country, any closer, I don’t guess any pards could be
and though you weren’t much to look at, it never meant much to me.
You loved your job and worked it well with light rains and leg ques.
And there were times when you led the way, and I took my ques from you.
You were not a natural cutter, but you weren’t scared of bulls, cows or steer
and you worked the tight spots eagerly, never showing the jitters of fear.
We were pards, alright, never just a way to get the job done nor pleasure for me,
You loved it too, riding the open range with only the basics that kept us wild and free.
Why did you go and leave me, you just laid down in your stall and I was left alone.
I tell my stories and old pard, I tell yours too, since you’ve checked out and gone.
I look back through the years as I sit here looking over the grass growing high on the range.
How love for a horse can feel so right is hard for this cowboy to explain.
I can’t help but riminess’ and wonder, were there times you just didn’t feel quite well?
You always took to the saddle and in my selfish way, I never cared to ask, and you didn’t tell
We’d ride out and pretty- soon, you seemed glad you came along and there were
times we trailed in late, long after the sun had gone.
But now I look back on the past and sentimental thoughts tears my eyes and burden me.
Good-by old pard from your old friend, you were the best any pard could be.
May 15 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 21-24
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 21:7 Howbeit the LORD would not destroy the house of David, because of the covenant that he had made with David, and as he promised to give a light to him and to his sons for ever.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO PROMISED
TO GIVE A LIGHT TO US
Praise be to God for promising to give a light to us through His:
Grace that brightens our way
Goodness beautifying our worth
Greatness bracing up our worship
Grandeur building our work’s wealth
Guidance buttressing our Biblical wisdom
2Chronicles 22:91 Praise be to the Lord
for enabling us to seek Him for our:
Service to shine
Self-denial’s serenity
Salvation we can share
Sin-sorrows He will subdue
Service and stewardship to succeed
2Chronicles 23:18 Praise be to the Saviour
for letting us rejoice in Him with singing that:
Tells of His faithfulness
Testifies about our faith’s fervency
Talks of our fortitude against falsehood
Terrifies our foes while trusting in His freedom
Triumphs in His fueling for festive fulfillment from futility
2Chronicles 24:16 Praise be to the Almighty
for enabling us to do good by His:
Power against evil
Provisions so essential
Presence away from envy
Protection along His eternal enclosure
Prosperity around His everlasting enabling. Amen!
May 15, 2024
Tripped Up
Things take us from what is important, easily.
Distractions of life, responsibilities we deem high on the list.
Missed promises, forgotten details, getting older now.
Things have less importance, and time has new meaning.
Say hello to those that matter,
Good-by to those that never cared.
Tell God, you love him, even when you forget to pray.
Tell the Lord “HE” is still everything worth remembering.
Our days run into each other.
Soon, blurred into a long line at the store.
Thinking that a list could solve a lot of stress,
but there is never paper to make one.
Pens, are always out of ink or lost.
Our friends grow further away, life demands it.
Our loved ones have no time, the same.
We… are left… waiting…
Setting new goals on our knees, recently replaced.
Rising to meet the challenge with hips that are made of metal now.
The timer on the heart, fixed and adjusted.
A second wind, since smoking has stopped.
A second wind, since praying at all…
Still time to make a fool of myself.
Still time to…