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Another Christmas day is finally here
The very thought fills me with such fear
I have to try and control my old Aunty Mable
Once she hits the gin she gets very unstable
Uncle Arthur rushes in and opens the sherry
then sups half the bottle and gets really merry
He begins to sing carols at the top of his voice
I put up with the din… I don’t have much choice!
The last to arrive are old Gladys and Bert
Bert always wears his distasteful Santa shirt
Gladys walks through the door and starts to moan
I wish Bert would leave the old cow at home!
She whines from the moment she removes her coat
And heads for the sofa and grabs the remote
Demanding she has her dinner on her knee -
There’s some crap on the TV that she wants to see
I politely tell Gladys the dinner table is set
And the film will be repeated of that you can bet
So she sits at the table and picks at her starter
then moans very loudly to poor Uncle Arthur
The table’s soon laden with wonderful food
But Gladys is seething, she’s so blinking rude
She says the turkey’s tasteless and it's bone dry
So I pass her the gravy and I try not to cry
Bert finishes the bowl of chestnuts and sprouts
He’ll be passing foul wind in copious amounts
After rich figgy pud he crams in six mince pies …
It’s no wonder he’s gross with huge wobbly thighs
They descend on me each and every year
And eat all my food my wine and my beer
Then we open the gifts that lie under the tree
As per usual they bring just one present for me
Gladys has knitted me a horrendous jumper
it's two sizes too large, I just want to thump her
I dutifully put in on and I feign my delight …
but it will be in the rubbish bin later tonight!
At three we watch The Queen on the telly
Bert’s farting begins; the room gets so smelly
Within minute’s they’re snoring away in their chair
I retreat to the kitchen and silently swear
By the time they wake up all the dishes are done
The doorbell rings; thank god their taxi has come!
This is the LAST time they'll take advantage of me …
Cos I've booked a yule cruise on the Caribbean sea!
Fiction write
12/14/17
I marvel how touch touches deepest chord,
That rest of senses scarce can ever match,
Time heals old wounds, touch stays on for long stored,
And leaves a sign, a lasting mark to etch,
I marvel how touch deep feelings does fetch.
Take the feel of mother's hand on forehead,
A garland of hug never going cold,
The feelings linger as if lifelong made —
Say of a first-born in father's arm-fold,
I marvel how touch retains its rare gold.
A touch is no feel of a naked skin,
Nor yet is it beastly in her raw rage,
It springs from emotions welling within,
The spirit as if on a pilgrimage,
I marvel how touch reaches no old age.
Touch is no friend to a feel-not inert,
As no melody bestirs a mute soul,
Touch touches heart, a feather can cause hurt,
Mere hand on a shoulder can hit the goal,
I marvel how touch plays its given role.
A grave error, a grown-ups' touch if gross,
A touch of flesh soothes or be great sin—
Intent alone holds up a Sacred Cross,
One knows if touch is malignant and mean,
Yet, marvel how touch stays forever green.
It’s nigh but same— a man embracing wife,
Or in fond love, his daughter or sister,
Intention be the edge as if of knife,
Head causes a hornet’s nest to bestir,
And marvel how touch should so much matter.
Should I feel down and out in life ahead,
I need floral fragrance nor rich blossom,
Nor have I use for a thousand words said,
Give me a tender hug, a warm bosom,
To marvel how touch may deep set chords strum.
If no more than a bare touch can suffice,
Wary I am of an invading face,
A touch can be warm, colder else than ice,
Unwanted foothold in my private space,
I marvel how touch can command such grace.
Rain clouds in hot summer and bright rainbows,
A soulful melody, smile of a child,
Butterflies on flowers in vast meadows,
They touch my inner soul ever so mild,
Yet marvel how touch can be so defiled.
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Quintain (Musings) |02.09.2007| touch
#MIDNIGHT AND ME
I had a Dog named Midnight...he was every bit my Sunlight! At nine years old, I was told he died from a Hit & Run Car Tragedy. The Devastation made me fall to my knees!
He was Beautiful and Shiny and so filled with LIFE...the impact he felt, brought me the same when I knelt; I will never Forget that Heart-Wrenching BLOW...Unbearably Painful, I thought I'd EXPLODE
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People think when you're nine, "all will be fine" but that was my first bout with Grief*...there's no replacement, nor remedy or Relief!
Yet, one thing's for sure and here's what I KNOW...I wish my past to be a testament TOLD...
My Childhood FIRST Pet: A TREASURE* I CAN NEVER FORGET...He brought my Life JOY, JUBILATION and GLEE!
Midnight lives in my Memory...COAL BLACK COAT(SHIMMERY) This DOG Put A GLEAM In My EYES*
I at Nine Years Old...I'll Never Forget What HE Brought To My LIFE!
©Renee Denise Gross 11/16/2017#
Flying ….love or loathe?
Personally….I am a loather
From the beginning to journeys end
I just want it to be over!!
So much waiting is involved in flying
Waiting, waiting and then some more
Great patience and time is required
Just to walk through that plane door
There are passengers who strife to get ahead
Though their seats are going nowhere?
Have half a house in hand luggage
Shoved in overhead compartments everywhere!
Being squashed in between two others
Wedged in a narrow little seat
Desperate to go for a wee in the stinky toilet
Can’t get out as next door is fast asleep!
The cabin air has only two settings
Freezing-cold or Hot-stuffy…..no fresh or breezy
Turbulence is random
Motion sick, scared and oh so queasy!
There are always the general ferals on planes
Nose pickers and those completely without manners
The coughers and splutterers
“The absolute delights” who love to drop silent clangers!
Finally…..the plane is on solid ground
Whole body completely stiff and sore
Brain fogged, weary and feeling quite gross
“Can someone just please open that exit door”?
“Get me out” of this confined germ filled capsule
So I can stand up , stretch, breathe real air
Every flight I swear “This will be my last”
“ I will NEVER again fly anywhere”!
This week we celebrate teachers and nurses…two professions collectively
I can’t think of anything more appropriate than to thank them simultaneously.
For here we have two career paths whose roles are frequently reversed
as a nurse often becomes a teacher and a teacher is oftentimes a nurse.
Celebrating them together is brilliant…this is a fact we can’t deny
If you are still a little skeptical…let me tell you why.
Both know a smile can brighten another person’s day- it’s a lesson they have learned
and both are more than happy to receive a smile in return.
They both know what it’s like to be important and how it feels to be needed.
They both know once they touch another person’s life…
then in life they have succeeded.
They know when to be hard on us…and when they should be sweet.
Both are tired at the end of the day after spending hours on their feet.
They both have days when all goes well and their patients and children thrive…
and other days, when they feel lucky just to make it out alive.
They remain calm in the face of adversity for no matter how loud we scream or shout…
they have seen and heard it all before…and we can never gross them out.
Through it all they never give up…they work, they toil…and they pray
for both believe that miracles await them every day.
So let’s not forget to thank them both…for no matter how you spin it
the life we live is a better life with nurses and teachers in it.
It seems we have finally learned who our essential workers are
as this pandemic has encircled the Earth…
And now that we’ve identified them…
perhaps it’s time to pay them what they’re worth.
The backslider stepped into the chapel like an angel,
Outwardly, he is full of piety,
Inwardly, he is only a pity.
True bliss left him, even purity and dignity.
Though he mingled with the Churchyard
And in prayer session, he prays even louder,
So you get inspired and pray too with strong power.
Joyfully some backsliders will rise and shine again,
While others remain in their stain and gross pain.
If i were you oh backslider...
I will stand up and fight the destroyer.
You must strive and maintain your spiritual drive,
What drives you should be the cross,
For in him there is no loss.
Arise backsliders and stop being slackers,
Christ is coming son.
CM Onyilo
(Lightning Ink).
I’ve come to the place where I can see the bigger picture and can truly say; My Journey? God allowed it! I would not be heaven-bound Today if...He hadn’t allowed...the roads that I took Yesterday. It really is that simple. You see, God waited (Isa 30:18) for me a long time, and now I’m totally grateful and so aware; our present relationship did not at all depend on me, it was He…Who First Loved me! Pressing-on…
I’m so past the faulting and denying
so over… pointing fingers of blame
I’m making my way to my eternal home
but not without some trials and pain
And I don’t care anymore who’s right…or wrong…
I’ve no interest in whether they ...pay
who really cares if they say ...sorry?
for, revenge got lost…in heaven’s overlay
I mean, really…
there have been times when I’ve gone…there…
to that miry and profuse place…
of loathing and despair
There have been times
when life handed me some things
that brought me to my knees…
where to me ‘holiness’ was a joker’s sting
So…yes, decisions I have made
haven’t always been for the right reasons…
thereby I and others were grievously affected
as I willingly wallowed in those dark seasons
However, of this I can attest…
when my filthiness was scorned…
with the odor of my carnality pervading…
and my self-worth scattered and torn…?
When my very presence was detested
and every step I took…was to some a liability?
when I didn’t even…try…to do better
with my selfishness…a gross reality…?
When I wore my sexuality like a badge
and I was desired…only…for that…?
when, over time, none wanted me…for anything…
but turned….and gave me their back…?
There was…One…who reached out a hand to me
who came declaring His Love…without a condition…
who embraced…all…that I was not, then waited years…
to hear…my words…of an honest contrition
So, why do I Love Jesus… like I do?
Why do I flaunt His Salvation, yes...fanatically?
Why will I never turn from following Him?
Because He was that…One…Who First Loved me!
Rom 5:6-8, 1Jhn 4:19
copyright;jmsbell/1/5/2021
WE DON’T LIVE HERE ANYMORE
We rise to our waking,
our faces are raised,
we leave behind our garments of tears
for garments of glory and praise!
All of the cares of this world,
quickly fall to the floor,
the heavenly Ark soon closes,
Now we don’t live here anymore.
We leave behind the godless,
whose consciences are severed and seared.
Who's deeds gross more and more wickedly,
Than each day before, year to year.
He that is therefore now holy,
let him be holy still,
The shofar sounding the bridegroom coming,
Our awaited moment now revealed.
With the voice of Gabriel the ArcAngel,
With a shout commanding aloud.
We are then all gathered together,
upon that Heavenly glorious cloud.
They shall then run to and fro,
they shall all mourn, fear, and weep.
Their loved ones have seemingly disappeared,
in the hour of their slumber and sleep.
Run now to Jesus, is the plea of my heart,
before His Grace closes the door,
As you may soon find there’s no more time,
and we don't live here anymore.
At the closest point, Russia and the U.S.
Are less than two miles apart
If an altercation breaks out between them
Using bikes instead of tanks would be smart
Baby robins eat 14 feet of worms a day
Eeew! That's pretty gross to me
If you're a baby robin though you'd be anxious
To slither them down with glee
Cleopatra married two of her brothers
Might have considered it if I had one
George Washington grew marijuana in his garden
A pothead before President he'd become
Q-Tips were originally called “Baby Gays”
For obvious reasons, not a good idea
Tablecloths were originally meant to be towels
To wipe your face after eating tortillas
Cranberries are sorted by bouncing them
Ripe ones can be dribbled like a basketball
Hope their floors are immaculately clean
Else yours truly would really be appalled
Ancient Egyptians slept on pillows of stone
Guess they'd never hear of a Tempur-Pedic
Must have got up in a pretty foul mood
Uttering phrases that weren't too comedic
Did you know Burt Reynolds is a Cherokee
Well Kimosabe, that's a new one on me
A ball of glass bounces higher than a rubber ball
Who owns a ball of glass, that's silly
In our lifetime, we grow 590 miles of hair
Imagine if we never got it cut
We'd need a special valet trailing behind us
To make sure in a door it don't get shut
Lightning generates temperatures 5 times hotter
Than those at the surface of the sun
One ragweed plant releases a billion grains of pollen
Allergy sufferers don't think that's fun
#NAMELY: HE/SHE...MEMORIES*
CLOSE YOUR EYES...
Think of a NAME*
What brings to MIND? Are they KIND or "KIND OF SORTA"? Are they BLIND or just See SELECTIVELY; Hopefully, OBJECTIVELY in the Vein of a NAME*...Seen In Mind and Heart,
which SEES VIVIDLY*
How Do You FEEL, When Hearing This NAME* REVEALED? Is it Welcomed APPEAL, AFFECTIONATE AND REAL...OR A DISMISSED DEAL...And THAT NAME* Steals Your Heart...
NO MORE, NO MORE, LIKE ONCE BEFORE, OR IF EVER...
A.K.A. NEVER*
OPEN YOUR EYES...
What There REMAINS? Whatever the RECALL, Will it Stay The SAME? For GOOD or BAD, HAPPY or SAD...LOVE That OUTWEIGHED or INDIFFERENCE CONVEYED; Which Emotions LEFT, or Meaningful* Ones STAYED...
ONE THING I'M SURE OF; WHETHER IT'S LIKE, LOVE OR NONE* OF THE ABOVE...
WHEN YOU THINK, FEEL*, RECALL A PARTICULAR NAME:
"MAY IT RESONATE TRUTH AND GENUINENESS AND NO "MAKE BELIEVE" HAVING YOU BETTER ELEVATED, AS WELL EDUCATED, IN DEPTH AND CLARITY RECEIVED...
AND MAY THAT NAME* LEAVE YOU A BETTER* STRONGER* PERSON, INDEED...
NAMELY, FOR HAVING DONE SO."#
©Renee Denise Gross?? 12/19/2017