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Before the traffic awakes me,
Or the train slowly vibrates my sleeping zone,
Silence defeats the sounds and demands the morning.
As the early morning rises, most often with smiles;
Before the sun rises from the eastern sky, or even
Before the bright and morning star starts to stare,
Silence awaits to break forth in my thirsty soul, and
The acquiescence of my entire being bows in harmony,
offering not the slightest trace of resistance, because
silence has shown me the pathway to calm, poise, and peace.
Silence teaches me to beware that she hides from unwise ones
but handsomely rewards the anticipating and alerted ones
who crave freedom from the overflows of sound. She blesses
those who long for never a whisper for just a while.
Silence, like precious gold, wraps herself in seclusion
away from all the confusion, but unlike fools gold, silence
makes no pretensions nor displays any trace of delusions.
The deepest core of me thrives hard for silence, a treasure from
the heavens and I treat her tenderly as I quietly relax in her loving arms.
Through reflections of my surrendered mind, silence takes me places I could
never go otherwise, shows me things I can bravely do, and by God's grace,
convinces me that I can be the man God made me to be.
I tell you, the birds and the trees know whereof I speak.
Listen, if you dare, to their chirping to the rhythm of silence.
Listen to the slow-moving gentle winds giving homage to silence.
Even heaven speaks of a 30-minute pause, giving way to silence*
062220PSCtest, Reflection In Silence, Silent One *Bible, Good News Translation: "When the Lamb broke open the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour." Rev. 8:1
Gamesomeness goads gawky, gingerly,
goofily graceful, grandiloquent gent, gallant,
genteel, geico, guppy gecko, gabbling gaffes,
gagging, gamboling, gestating, gesticulating,
garlic, gnashing, gobbling, gyrating,
gruesomely grinning, grappling, gnomadic
giggly, grubby, gastrointestinally grumpy
gewgaw gazing guy, geographically germane,
gungho, grave gremlin, grumbling, guiding,
guaranteeing, guerilla gripped gatling guns
ginning gumpshun.
Hello! Herewith halfway harmless hazmat,
haphazard haggard, hectored, hastily,
hurriedly, harriedly hammered, handsomely
hackneyed, heady, hellbent hillbilly, hirsute,
hidden hippie, huffy humanoid, hexed, heady,
Hellenistic, holistic, hermetic, hedonistic
heterosexual *****sapiens historical heirloom,
homeless, hopeful, holy, hee haw heretical hobo.
Indefatigable, iconographic, iconic, idealistic,
idyllic, inimitable, idiosyncratic, ineffable,
irreverently issuing idiotic, indifferent, inert,
ineffectual, ingeniously iniquitous, immaterial,
insignificant, indubitable, inexplicable, ignoble
itches, ineffectually illustriously illuminating
immovable infused ichthyosaurus implanted
inside igneous intrusions immensely
imperturbable improbable.
Longing to be handsomely engaged
engorged by trusted
resonant Beauty
together again
and yet again
Our same embodied story
retold
nakedly proclaimed in bold
shameless
and blameless
lack of LeftBrain
self-righteous judgment told
manipulation cold
examination old
Passion's spontaneity
sentenced by far too many words
ritualistic promises
liturgical performances.
Our same feelings
falling into passion's overwhelming river
which never flows exactly our same narrative
unfolding in/out fantasy
embodied top and bottom rhythm
mindbody patterns given
while received
communions.
All true on our best nights
of naked sex
and, perhaps, on our best days
of transparent
vulnerable communion
greeting promises of each exotic
enlightening dawn,
benedicting rewards of each erotic
co-empowering dusk
as living multi-faithful trust
returns love's global-hopeful lust.
When finding no well-rooted health communion
in our anthro-privileged community
then we may be past wealth's time
to immigrate narrowly up
and linearly on
Or
we may find peace
just in time
to emigrate more deeply giving down
and taking in
Here co-present win/win
fulfilling mountainous longing's quivered
slow grown rivered
timeless eternity delivered
sacred shivered
Now
Bliss
co-empathic belonging
impossible to miss.
Shannon watched a royal wedding
one afternoon on the TV,
the flowers, coaches, and garlands,
all the pomp and majesty,
the fancy gowns and ornate hats,
black-tie suits that fit handsomely,
noble steeds pulling carriages,
in her minds arose fantasies…
She saw herself in a ballroom
twirling ’round her paramour,
taking the hand of her suave prince,
in the arch of a gothic door,
cruising the warm Riviera
in a yacht that would leave most floored,
closets full of lovely dresses,
rows of the fanciest shoes galore.
She dreamed of sprawling palaces,
of servant to see to her whims,
four-poster bed, with chandelier,
to lie down and make love to him,
a gilded, bulging treasury,
gold and silver and jewels within;
all girls want to be princesses,
the thought of it still made her grin.
But then she recalled another
prince who had gone on a talk show,
airing all the dirty laundry,
sought to lay his family low,
and another caught cheating with
a stewardess while on the go,
the tabloids found out, ran wild,
until folks were all in the know.
She recalled the older prince who
folks said was a pedophile,
and how it all had been hushed up,
elites don’t like to stand trial,
and she saw how they lived planned lives,
schedules just weren’t her style,
and travelling without her kids,
not seeing them for long whiles?
It make her look out to the den,
on the couch slept her husband, Stan,
in his arms snoozed little Carmen;
as a father, none were more grand,
he worked, he sweat, he came off rough,
but always by her did he stand,
what need had Shannon of princes
when she’d landed herself a man.
Cursing in squirrel...
He's claimed the tulip tree for his own.
I've named him Putin.
He blames me when the petals fall.
When the weather turns foul. When the seeds are lean.
When sustenance heads deep underground.
He even blames me for his twitching tail and poor posture.
My roof is his autobahn.
It craps on my porch daily.
Chewed a hole in my gilded eave.
I once set out a live trap. And caught a skinny red robin instead...
From his tree, Putin twitched his hammer-and-sickle tail and laughed.
It's passed along the game to its progeny
They profit handsomely off my misery.
I patch the eaves...occasionally.
I think I'll bring in the steel teeth, put away the live traps.
And snap comrade Putin's little furry neck.
REVENGE UPON REVENGE UPON REVENGE
There was a young
Woman called Mrs. Dancy
Always dressed so fancy,
Used to gossip and flirt a lot,
Which was a bad fault.
Mrs Dancy was a butterfly
Fliiting and flowing
From one lover
To another.
Her first name Nancy,
Always wore a low cleavage
She was thirty five and good
Looking, her revealing shorts,
Didn’t hide much, her boyfriend,
Encouraged her role
In the village, he had a goal,
And it worked, every husband
Was mesmerized by her beauty,
Her body and her long blonde,
Hair, she had one eye brown
And the other blue, which
Worked out to her advantage
Keep it quite, said the men,
The wives must not get to know!
But the wives in the village,
Were quite sure,
That two knocks on their door,
“meant” meet me, so a plan
Was devised
By the wives,
They watched and waited,
Nancy, done with her duties
And paid handsomely,
Arrived back home
To find Mrs Brown
Enjoying a roll in the hay
With her boyfriend,
And every day
Another wife was found!
Nancy revealed all
To the husbands,
Who could not scold their wives,
For everyone was guilty,
So sorry’s were said quickly,
What they were about to hear,
Filled them all with fear
One Sunday her boyfriend said,
Well Nancy my dear,
Tomorrow I’m out of here,
But I leave you all with
Something to remember,
I have the clap,
And now so do you all,
And the husbands
From their wives promiscuity,
I guess I’ve ruined your lives,
Time to go back
To my wife,
And our children, of five,
So he left,
With his theft!
Nancy sought out his wife
Told her that she
Had lived with
Her husband for a while,
And that he had the clap,
What a nasty chap,
Does he think I don’t know
said his wife,
He has always been so
Going to and fro
But hear this Nancy, said his wife
None of the five,
Are his,
Gee whizz
Said Nancy,
Good for you
My lips are sealed
But don’t ever think
that I’ll say ‘I do’!
Case in point comprises emotional state of euphoria
would deafeningly, definitely, deliciously get
frenziedly expelled from stadium. Roe ting for
“our boys” packing every last seat in the bleachers
all manner of humankind would (during lulls)
Instagram, Kindle, Messenger, Outlook, Quicken,
Snapchat, Twitter. Santander, Verizon,Wells Fargo
might be sponsors for major competitive challenge.
Zero tolerance imposes winning at all costs versus
grievous miserable rapacious violent yawping
linkedin loss outcome of sporting events. Under
stand able home team owns an advantage (true
for rival players on their turf) predicated on avid
loyal fans boosting morale from family members,
friends, neighbors, et cetera. The ear splitting
roaring cheering hoopla emanating from spectators
(housed in relatively close proximity to handsomely
paid putting Pontius Pilate and bad ass Brutus brutes
rolled into one mean human fighting machine.
This previous comment meant as an honorable
kickstarter, hyperbolic endearment. My humblest apology
if said statement misinterpreted as a NON off fence sieve
strong moderate slight against any creed, race, religion,
et cetera. I merely sought an analogously effective
impact asper these hypothetical Popeye muscle
bulging arms length professional athletes plush residences
lodged in general metropolitan area to rubber baby
buggy bumper screaming banshee spectators. A
winning score affiliated with bruising, cutthroat,
dynamo...fierce-some giant, heaving, indomitably
jinxed, “killer” macho no nonsense, outlandish packed
quintessentially robust searing troopers translates
into utter screaming, quaking outrageous merciless
krazy individuals generating ecstatic cacophony
I'm way ahead of the darkness that cast shadows
& there's no looking back when moving with his light
I'm light years away so even if you're walking by
I'm still way too out of sight
Crystal clear blue sight sees the waves way before
they reach gritty shores
I pulled anchors & set sail to see what this voyage
had in store
The answer for many of life's questions can be found
in deep waters you won't visit because it's cold
Too deep for the thin skinned but you must dive as
fortune favors the soul that's bold
I'm sold on this fact based on experience not vicarious
stories told to win
The wages of going to war with yourself can't be counted
but you're paid handsomely for the win
Immerse yourself in the battle & lock in for this is the
key to your elevation
I surmise that there's many counting themselves out
but this is a guess not summation
A hypothesis if you will as I don't know you, but the
joke is on you if you don't dive
Many hide behind masks of jest but the joke is on you
& your disguise
When Joseph, Mary, and baby Jesus, crossed the Egyptian border, he thought they were safe from the danger they had fled from. But almost immediately, twelve gruff men with masks on rushed forward, grabbed him, and demanded to know what he thought he was doing here. Joseph, trying to shield his frightened wife and the crying baby from the gruff men, said he had only been trying to flee the deathly violence in his own country. The twelve gruff men told him that that didn't give him permission to enter Egypt and to go find safety somewhere else in his own country. After they had roughed Joseph up for having had the gall to cross the border unauthorized, they enlisted two knavish ne'er-do-well onlookers and promised them they would be rewarded handsomely if they escort these filthy aliens all the way back to where they had come from.
When they reached Bethlehem after a few days, the ne'er-do-wells made sure to take Joseph, Mary, and baby Jesus all the way back to their house. There, the ne'er-do-wells deposited them with a stern warning never, ever to come back to Egypt. If they dared, their suffering would know no end.
As the ne'er-do-wells departed to go collect their reward, Joseph was beside himself. Bethlehem wasn't safe. They had to flee again, as fast as possible?baby Jesus could not be found here! But the sun had already set, and it wasn’t safe to go out, not with those ne'er-do-wells still so nearby. He’d have to wait till daybreak, then leave. But to where?
Joseph never had to decide. Before the sun arose, soldiers from King Herod's forces rammed his door down, stormed in, grabbed the baby, and killed him in front of his screaming parents’ eyes.
And that, as they say, would’ve changed history.
So sensationally super; Sagittarius son of John Spence
Pleasantly personable, and matriarch Maud Spence’s son
Enabling, exquisite, eloquent, evolving and enterprising
Naturally nice, no nonsense, and a nutritionist nobleman
Carrot consumer, constant comrade and cold-war veteran
Equitably enlightened, and just an elegant eggnog taster
Jumping Jupiter, a jubilant sundae lover, and just a jewel
Oppresso de liber, optimistically captivating; oratorical
Saintly passionate, succulent salmon sampler; sweetheart!
Exquisitely enchanting, enchantingly amatorious; éclat!
Playful, painstakingly passionate, pajama wearer, patient
Handsomely helpful handyman, harmonizer of happiness
Sweet as syrup, shining armor off the shelf; savoir-faire!
Red-blooded poetry connoisseur and radioactively lovable!
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