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Her eyes begin to sparkle
With joy from within
Pleasure only found from
Sharing the heart with a friend
Elation only known with
The whisper of intimacy baptized
In laughter, smiles, euphoria
Left on the heart who listens
Silently, to the roar of solitary
Gratification taken from the spirit
Who knows the sweetest blessings,
The greatest gift from God’s
Genius, His expressions of care.
Her wonder is alive on her grin
As she digs, plants and weeds
Clearing away debris from the past
Renewing the deep, dark earth
With fresh mulch and bits of protection
From the frost that still could pour over
The lives who have only just begun
As Spring light flavors the dirt
In rich, nutritious sunshine
Her heart is betrayed by the delicate
Growth, the bulbs poking their heads
Through the earth, reminding us all
That the life of the garden is nearly
Ready to spring into this season
With heady, fragrant gifts from
Our Creator, the One who knows us
The way the seasons know the plants
And rain down hope, faith and peace
Through the spiritual light lingering
On prayers and praise poured out from
Those who know the amazing, tantalizing
Charm of the tulips, daffodils and roses
The lupine, the delphinium and dahlia
The luscious love from a quiet, smooth
Poppy, a marigold, a lily or a pansy
All the ones who drench the earth
In persuasive blooms, delicately planned
To color the world in vibrant designs
Her spirit is soaring like the cardinal
Alive with the moments of preparation
Forming cool, dark holes for roots
To awaken to, dig into, forage for
The nourishment that will always bring
Peace like rain falling softly, soothing
Healing the mind of all its anxieties
Sighing like the winds through the branches
Of oak, birch and emerald pine trees
Laurels alive with arising ferns
Exhaling psalms that emerge from the
Caress of God’s breath falling gently
Over the garden where she dances
With flowers who only know her as
The grower, the one with the power
To make even the wildflowers bend
To her will, to her gift for gardening
With a love that is inspired by Him
Giver of the sunshine and the rainfall!
4/18/22
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Terence a Griffiths of Tyrone or Leitrim!
Did he know but later of 1820 he would be there born
A Flax Grower a renter from landlords of Lord Leitrim's domain
To thresh and sack and cloth and sow by wife and all but slavery go
A brother Bartholemew younger and two rented fields up
They toiled and cut their respective Dromahair tracks for family food and church
Imagined home of limestone scraw and thatch and little more
To Him and Mary had children born but died and died but - James a smile born at last
Year of 42 destined of birth and life much the same
With toil and despair like all the rest of this peopled land
A famine near but river trout and oats and eggs kept going without the potato plant
Blyte and desperation spared on none but those ready those prepared
Not prepared evicted on the lonely green lined road and board of works pittance
For those a fraction better or more a trip to port and bay to look across the sea
Without a family to meet or lodgings to lay
The night before a sorrowful wake of music and porter barrel there
With food and tears and pennies off never to see no more
Terence proud and sad James he sends America to go
And send some money home to mother to lowly sons
She creaks and breaks and steers the stomach
Up and down the drains of hungers pains
The deck to break of wave and sounds and New Amsterdam emerge
Better lands and money sent home to purchase 20 Acres and 2 roods no more
Never to return is not true. A loyal James to Landlord downed and to family too
He roots and spreads and family bear and atained a generation there
But cannot see to bear another ship for those he knows and hates the family split
A neighbour lined up at the poor house and green lane go. He can stand no more
And sacks the postman's bag with others and throws the notice to the ditch
The brutal notice of postman's summons blocks arrests the rabble and gaols the mob
I saw the picture of Limerick gaol a bowler hat not there but pride
Pride in a smile. - James a smile born at last.
Form:
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PETER or SIMON the YOUNGER
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slower
lower
grower
thrower
Christ calls~"Have faith,"~slower~lower~rock
Build church~confuse~grower~thrower~flock
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ANDREW the ELDER
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netter
better
petter
getter
Catch fish~Greek~Saint~netter~better~first
Bonds~apprise Christ~petter~getter~versed
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JAMES of ZEBEDEE the GREATER
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marvelled
compelled
upheld
rebelled
Wonder~victim~marvelled~compelled~zeal
Witness~fiery~upheld~rebelled~peal
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JOHN of ZEBEDEE
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observed
deserved
conserved
unnerved
Flux~beloved~observed~deserved~great
Cross Christ foot~zeal~conserved~unnerved~trait
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PHILIP
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willing
filling
quilling
spilling
Holy Ghost fronts~willing~filling~yearn
Guides Divine Truth~quilling~spilling~learn
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BARTHOLOMEW or NATHANIEL
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sincere
adhere
severe
revere
Gospel~devout~sincere~adhere~true
Exquisite pain~severe~revere~blue
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THOMAS the TWIN
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blow out
misdoubt
set out
spread out
Abrupt~doubter~blow out~misdoubt~Word
Farthest preacher~set out~spread out~heard
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MATTHEW
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trolling
goading
probing
coping
Tax collector~trolling~goading~tax
Redirector~probing~coping~ex
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JAMES of ALPHAEUS the LESSER
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minor
signer
shiner
liner
Two James~tax ex~minor~signer~yes
Matthew's brother?~shiner~liner~bless
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JUDE or THADDEUS or LEBBAEUS
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abstract
retract
enact
in fact
Birth name~given~abstract~retract~seal
Early church ruled~enact~in fact~deal
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SIMON the ZEALOT or the CANAANITE
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belies
implies
rabbis
revise
Gentiles~Christians~belies~implies~wise
Law of Moses~rabbis~revise~guys
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JUDAS ISCARIOT
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doomsday
betray
convey
dismay
Thirty pieces~doomsday~betray~spell
Kiss~Judas Tree~convey~dismay~hell
October Country's the darkened moonlight sky is reflected in your eyes.
You have nothing hidden, and do not wear a disguise.
Whenever did you learn wisdom, and the golden keys
to becoming wise? You no longer are easier to know.
As your night's become even longer.
Wintertime's season's follow you as the weather grows colder.
But to me it means primarily I am only grower another year older.
Your day time cloudy skies are a comforting shade of grey.
But for other's only blue skies and sunny days, will chase all
their blues away. They only wish your greyer skies would no longer stay.
Your tree's leaves are turning orange, red and brown. They are busily falling over all of your cities, and your towns. Your leaves wither in my hands causing me to understand the brevity of the life span of humans. When were younger than today, it seems as time would last forever. October Country, I will never grow as old as you. Yet every day is brand new. I behold the signs of awesome wonderment in your eyes.
October Country's shining moonlit stars are shining brightly in your nighttime skies. People gaze at your moon and your stars with awesome wonder in their eyes. Searching your heavenly stars for signs and wonders they picture in their minds. There is no blindness for humans when they gaze at your luminous moon. Another year will come and go as long as the earth remains. Seasons will stay the same.
I was born October 04, 1954 four and last year I became sixty-five years young. I still arise with the beginning of a brand new day. I try and face my younger winter time's age with grace and wisdom. Remembering to always have courage and be kind. Keeping my faith helps me to grow in wisdom
and grace. Soon, I will be traveling on a journey beyond the sun, the moon and the stars, to my heavenly promise land.
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 19, 2019
November 8 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Corinthians 9-10
Key Verse – 1Corinthians 9:1 Am I not an apostle? am I not free? have I not seen Jesus Christ our Lord? are not ye my work in the Lord?
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY FREEDOM SEALER
Lord God, You are my freedom Sealer according to Your power
Thank You for leading me to work as Your vineyard sower
Upon Your acquitting laws’ tower
For me to tread on Your fruitfulness’ liberty, my faith Grower.
Lord God, You are my freedom Sealer according to Your faithfulness
Thank You for brightening me with spiritual hopefulness
Upon Your ministering helpfulness
For me to glory in Your Gospel’s effectiveness.
Lord God, You are my freedom Sealer according to Your dealing
Thank You for upholding me from sin-weakness falling
Upon Your holiness’ calling
For me to strive toward righteous walk by Your enabling.
Lord God, You are my freedom Sealer according to Your light
Thank You for keeping me under Your controlling might
Upon Your reigning wisdom vanquishing ignorance-height
For me to follow Your steps with joyous obedient delight.
Lord God, You are my freedom Sealer according to Your judgment
Thank You for meeting me at Your alter of prayer-settlement
Upon Your uplifting satisfaction-fulfillment
For me to partake of Your fellowship’s enjoyment.
Lord God, You are my freedom Sealer according to Your perfect example
Thank You for feeding me with Your nourishment, sufficiently ample
Upon Your admonishing doctrines I learn from Your temple
For me to stand on what is right as Your zealous disciple.
Lord God, You are my freedom Sealer according to Your sanctification
Thank You for supplying me well with Your provision
Upon Your instilling truth to answer my question
For me to please You as I profit in sharing Your compassion.
November 8, 2023
In the witching hour's eerie embrace,
On All Hallows' Eve, when spirits brace,
I find myself in a darkened wood,
Where whispers of ancient evil stood.
The clock strikes twelve, the night's black heart beats,
A chorus of leaves dance in the streets,
The moon, a ghostly silent watcher,
Hides behind the clouds, the night grower.
A lyric of horror on my lips,
I tread where shadows and dread eclipse,
The path is lost, the world askew,
In this nightmare, what is true?
A figure emerges, draped in black,
A witch, they say, has come to attack,
Her eyes aglow with a hellish fire,
Her presence fuels my deepest ire.
She cackles low, a sound so vile,
It turns my blood to a cold-blooded bile,
She chants in tongues of long-dead tomes,
Her voice weaves through the night like foam.
I'm paralyzed, my breaths shallow,
As she approaches, her silhouette hallows,
Her fingers stretch, reaching for me,
In this witching hour, will I ever be free?
She whispers a curse with a wicked grin,
My soul to ensnare, my will to win,
But I'm no mere mortal to fall to her power,
I summon my strength in this haunted hour.
With a defiant cry, I break her spell,
My will is iron, it does not quell,
I confront the witch in her domain,
And in that moment, I reclaim my brain.
The witch, she fades, her form unspun,
A specter of the night undone,
I stand alone as dawn starts to creep,
The witching hour has had its keep.
So, remember this tale, young souls so bold,
When Halloween comes and the air grows cold,
The witching hour is not for the faint,
Where the line between terror and excitement ain't.
Is silence another word for peace?
Doesn't it have its slang name?
Some wrongly think they are the same;
to me, peace is absolute tranquillity
and silence is deeper than serenity...
which of these attract the drowsy geese?
Peace has a stronger meaning than inspirational
and it refers to the state of the soul:
the spiritual relationship one has with God.
Sinful people have only known deplorable
woeful days making them so miserable;
holy people live their days
with patience and sacredness,
never allowing themselves
to be rude, selfish, and unfair...
watch grandma in her cozy rocking chair,
is she praying or being sad?
Consider yourself blessed
holding up the virtue of saints,
only in calmness is found joy...
let that joy delight you when others
live their existence in a doleful mood;
observe them and reflect on their misery!
Is silence peace? That moment if quietness
when no wind hisses and blows away hats?
Can it also be harmonious without the colorful
expressions of faces experiencing every thrill?
Doesn't peace mean living in accord with Nature?
Who doesn't like to watch a fallfish leaping out
of the water of a stream trickling down the creek?
Admire everything He created from the landscapes
to the snowy peaks, there's wonder everywhere!
Spend an afternoon savoring the stillness of moments,
pause along a path where lovely lilacs
and daffodils are aromatic and sleek;
oh, the tanned flower grower sings,
it has been a year without a drought!
Summer Fairy Land
Beyond mounds,beyond dells,
Thorough thickets,thorough nettles,
Athwart sludge,athwart crag,
Into creek,Unto mist,
I dost err upon the ether crest,
I dost stray deep brine,
Rovering hither and thither,
Forth pasty cloud saddle be,
Soaring swifter than the blazing speed,
Soliciting heaven's shower for the peasants
Flow! Flow!Flow!
Flow,thou summer rain pour,
Fall accessible unto plowed soil,
For boors sing their carol of high hilarity:
Ho-Ya-ya!
Greensward bides for bedewer,
Hopper delays to hop,
High and low:
Chirp-chirp -chirp
Far and wide hum,
Pipers doth sing dear,
Coo-oo...Coo-oo! Sing ecstasy.
Oxen bellow, kine low;
Let this weighty yoke be loosened ,
Toiling bulls whine,sigh.
Song thrush,with symphony,
Sing in sweet melody,
Lulla,lulla,lullaby!
Where the butterfly land,there land I;
On the periwinkle sepal I lie;
There I dance whilst bee buzz.
With summer breeze I do blow
Bracing tiring grower in paddy field
Oh! Mercy grower! Swallow me enough sip ! Air crys
Blithely,blithely, Yokel done and yearns ;
Churls unfold smile on lips,
Hope and fantasy lodge in their eyes,
Pleasant whoops,
I sow my yellow kernel below earth,
So shall I reap my fortune to yield lavish,
Leap and rest
I float back to the higher Elysium.
Blessed I!
Date :26/06/2018.
Every rose has its thorns
Those extend from the stem like devils’ horns
Of the pain each thorn warns
Each of us to get to the flower in life must pass their own thorns
The rose can blood red
If you were to constantly had bled
Soon enough you would be dead
So spirit of life is represented by rose that is red
Some roses are silver blue
Moon is represented by this hue
Moon representing mystery in times old and new
So spirit of mystery is represented by silver blue
Yellow or teas colored roses are put on graves during fall
That may seem like sorrow but that is not all
For with their help spirit travels to divine hall
So they represent immortality of the soul and divinities’ call
Finally when white roses grow
Their petals are white like snow
That will clean the world when it falls with winds’ blow
The spirit of purity is represented by white rose as well as spirits’ flow
The complex is the roses flower
That represents force that starts with perfect true divine power
Then extended soul is forces bestower
Finally neural flame and its version of none linearity is forces grower
At the end blue rose of mystery given to thou
And with it moonstone will make you see
Something you would otherwise never see
And be something thou otherwise would never be
Narwhal And A Narwhal
Saw the caption of a narwhal and reflected over it
A room for warrior community of north India in poesy?
Was intrigued by the chosen name yet slept over it
It remained there like my mocking mirror
Tweaking me to gear up to put on my armour
Held my quilled sword charted out my action plan
Learnt what a narwhal is, its modus operandi of survival
Its images made me burst into a gregarious laughter
Its poems created a ripple of sorts to tickle my bones
Narwhal and a narwhal for sure are clones!
One in the Arctic and the other in Asia
One underwater and the other on earth
One looks like a whale the other a whale of a heart
The arctic has a toothy tusk grown out of head
The asian has a tusky sword round his waist
The tusk dives deep into frozen water
The sword dives deep into the betrayer
Both the clan protectors live in pods
Attuned to honest truths and energised in empathy
A smooth exterior unless the hierarchical swords are clanging
A unicorn and a grower of corn gormandize on fishy delights
The mythical spirit and the earthly spirit
Embody healing power and if unloved
These loveless souls die in captivity
October 8, 2015
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