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Never underestimate the power of nature, it can have devastating consequences.
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Lucius Gauis Viaggi was a centurion in the Roman army
Lived in the city of Pompei with his wife and family
The city lay at the foot of the majestic Mount Vesuvius
It was the year 79 AD in the reign of the Emperor Titus.
Lucius was home on leave from the campaign in Brittania
And was enjoying his time away in his luxurious villa
He got up late one October morning to go for a walk
To meet with friends, drink wine and to catch up on talk.
It had just gone noon when the ground started shaking violently
Many rushed out onto the streets to escape the falling masonry
Above the city Mount Vesuvius was spewing ash, smoke and fire
Lucius, no stranger to danger knew the situation was dire.
Huge white clouds were forming in the sky and ash fell like snow
He rushed back to his villa and told everyone "Save yourselves, go"
Then he got two horses ready for himself and his wife Ameili
And he put his son on his horse and rode quickly towards Napoli.
Thousands were scrambling down the rocky hillside to get far away
Lucius could hear the screams of those poor souls who chose to stay
Then came the molten rock, ash and gas known as the pyroclastic flow
Pompei was buried in minutes, and the living had nowhere to go.
Those who'd taken shelter in buildings were gasping for their breath
Their lungs filled with gas and ash and it's how they met their death
Those who had escaped were making the long journey to Napoli
Some had walked, many on horseback and some arrived by sea.
Four other towns were destroyed by the eruption of Mt Vesuvius
Hercanaleum, Stabiae, Boscoreale and Oplontis
Gaius Plinius Secundus a commander in the Roman navy
Died trying to rescue people and is remembered for his bravery.
The streets of Napoli were crowded with the thousands who'd fled
Those who had decided to stay in Pompei were already dead
In Napoli Lucius had a friend with a large villa, Luigi Maven
Who welcomed them saying , "Let my home be your safe haven".
A week later Lucius rode back to see what had become of Pompei
It was now just a white wasteland where thousands underneath lay
Smoke and dust continued to rise from the top of the mountain
The winds had saved the city of Napoli of that Lucius was certain.
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we were so dumb when we were small or as children she said. My father had cattle horses sheep and pigs. My Daddy and his wife often became distant and strange. I found out later they had been cheatin on one another, Mi Step Mum stood in church one day and lied her bum to satan. A Ceannaidh came through town one friday morning. He knew we had sold chickens to market and made a deal with some steaks , beef steaks so he said. Dad had been out in the woods looking for our horse who had rum away four days prior. The Ceannaidh came through and mi mum cited how handsome and attractive the fella was. She went into the barn to show him where she wished to store the meat. She had a meat storage area there in the barn. They were out there for so long I remember. Hours later she came back a mucky mess, with straw in her hair and her clothes in such a way. They put the meat in the barn and the fella left. I remeber dad leaving for a conference in twon days later so they said. The fella came back to follow up on deal I guess. They'd spend so long in the barn weighing the options. I later found out that Pah had lost a bet and called the fella with the cheapest meat around to come to sell us the meat. But Mi dearest Brutha said that someone told him Pah had bet on the boat races and lost. So instead of sell the cattle and buying meat, he harvest the horse and ate the meat. He let Mum have a frolly with the Stud to avoid her divoicing him.
The Parrot
The bird in the cage has featherless wings folded
to the naked body like squeaking scissors
I'm 89 today let, me out of this bloody cage!
Its owner is hard of hearing, is the widow of a war
veteran, I think the First World War
She tells everyone she meets, 8 million horses and
12 million donkeys were killed on the battlefield and no one
took notice
Humanity only thought of their suffering and were
impervious to animals' feelings, more, a wounded animal was eyed as a potential meal by hungry soldiers
Dragged from a green field to a soggy battlefield and
not a word of thank you
Goulash, the famous Hungarian dish, was made from horse
flesh and camouflaged with paprika, pepper, and salt
for 89 years, the parrot had only been able to read
the titles of books on the shelf on the opposite wall
It had a lively mind and listened to the radio every day
well educated can squawk with the best of them
I was trapped in a daydream,
Could not hear the math teacher.
Walked to the next class by the handsome stranger
Who was holding me hostage in my mind's eye
I was in love, lust too of course, could feel his eyes on me.
Smirked at his rapt interest in me, calling me all kinds of beautiful
Sat down in the science lab, turned my back to my partner.
Who was doing all the work anyway, for he did not trust others.
Sighing deeply, as my handsome stranger enveloped me with arms.
His heart was pounding as fast as mine, we were becoming us.
In the most serious of ways. Our hearts became race horses.
I heard a teacher voice, louder now. Ignored it completely.
Detention for two nights. One because I did not hear, and the
Other for yelling "Leave us alone, Minion!" to the teacher with
No sense of humor, who was irritated when the others laughed.
I really have to figure out how to control my subjects...
Back to the city we go
We leave you winter ghosts
To sway away on your hanger hosts
Until next year or never more
It depends on my poor dad
If he can dress himself
Next spring
Still in his UAW gear.
I stand for a moment in his empty closet
Like a hat stand in a cardboard box
His callused gloves resting in a drawer
And outside on our deck
The rocking chairs race
Side by side
Like horses jockeyed with October wind
Boards creaking beneath
My lures sparkling like mother’s jewelry
Jigs spoons plugs
Hung below
In the shed’s metallic flaps
An autumn tambourine
Shaking at the rumps
Of a pair of summer swans
Pounding their wings in liftoff.
IN THE JOY OF THIs MORNING
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(For Jim, to explain why
my tears can run down in Joy)
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In day’s earliest light
(my inner eyes see)
The recitals there, nearly-sky, as
The does lead their Spring-born fawns
Leaping over Glory’s
Far-sprouting wildflower fields…
Finding brown hares fast to follow;
With streaked cats in a chase, swinging their paws at
Bobbing blooms, like
The sweet-scented heather on tossed air
Left by the fleet fox — not on a hunt, but
On a spree of joy —
In a breathing-in of a new day’s anointing.
The pure leaps
Into
Being…
And the squirrels, too, very nearly
With the gifting of invisible wings, bounding off
From tree to tree…
While we, the children of God, are left to
Watch —
Incapable of such leaps
(often going on in our suffering, short, shuffled steps)
With our simpler legs:
Designed
for
Kneeling
And preparing to sit in awe
Before God’s heavenly throne; in joy…
To learn in our imagining thoughts, the ways of
The flashings-past beauty of horses, freely
Jumping ever higher, with distinct grace,
Over recurring hurdles,
While carrying bareback all their praises, on to
Canter over clover, and over
Blue coneflowers amidst wild, white daisies, and
All the yellow dandelions on
Through the blessing, reverberating echoes
Of the heartbeats of God —
As they seek to penetrate and fulfill,
Showing our so-created human souls
The way to leap…
How we might — this morning —
Ascend to flight!
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(c) sally young eslinger 5/12/22
ALL
Thanks be to Go
Seahorses.
Who needs them?
Who wants them?
For what?
Really?
Seahorses look like the small letter q, inverted.
No other animals can do that backward tail curve,
Except the husky dogs.
These strange little sea urchins should have
Been named Bug-eyers.
Or Question floaters
Or Inverted Sea Q’s.
They do not look like horses to me,
No expert really, since I have only fallen
Off of two of them.
When you are falling off though,
You notice the powerful legs
Pounding toward your frightened head.
Do sea horses have powerful legs?
I think not.
And think about those tails, the way
They are curved inward, under
Their pie outtake buttons.
Who has to scrape the crud
Off them when they have to
You know what?
Inverted Sea Q’s probably have to use baby wipes on each other.
See how easily that term glides off a tongue? Inverted Sea Q's.
But what about the snout, you ask me.
Snout! I have to re-look at the Bug-eyed
Question Floaters, because all I noticed
Was their bulging buggy eyes.
Oh, now I see it.
Okay.
I’ll give a bit there.
The snout does look a bit horsey.
But where are those powerful legs?
What kind of pounding are you going to
Get if you fall off of a Question Floater?
Answer that if you can.
Submitted on April 24th for Julia Ward's Contest
Written on April 23rd, 2018
Show Riders Have A Horse,
And They Love to Do A Course.
When They Are Done,
They Wait Around to See If They Have Won.
Blue, Red, Green, or Yellow,
Show Riders Are So Mellow.
Later in The Barn Giving the Horse A Bath,
Show Riders Are There Having A Laugh.
You See Show Riders Are Good at This Historical Game,
Where No One Is Supposed to Complain.
Building Trust Is A Major Feat,
And Showing It Off Is Truly Sweet.
Show Riders Are A Special Troop,
With Emphasis on Being A Supportive Group.
So, In A World of Hate,
Let’s Get Something Straight.
When Exhibiting Horsemanship, It Isn’t the Check,
Instead It Is the Lesson in Respect.
So, Let Those with Egos In,
And Let Them Win.
For When They Go on A Power Play,
The Show Rider Will Say,
Do Not Forget to Visit the Show Office to Pay.
One Day They May Reflect,
And Say Heck,
Those Show Riders Know What They Are Doing,
And Will Forget About Using Words Like Suing.
For It Should Be Known About the Show Rider,
They Are Not Liars.
Show Riders Stand by The Truth Never Needing for Their Voice to Hit the Roof.
In All True Honesty the Show Rider Does Not Need to Know What to Do with The Bute.
Instead the Show Rider Should Always Have Time to Look Cute,
With the Main Goal to Relax Those in The Business Suit.
So, The Next Time the Show Rider Is in The Ring,
They Will Look Up at The Queen Sitting with The King.
Reminding Them They Are Participating in This Thing,
Where Horses Have Magical Wings.
Everyone Will Clap with Class,
Acknowledging the Beauty of The Vision from The Past,
When There Was No Need for Gas.
At the Proper Time Show Riders Will Meet the Royals,
Proving No One In the Industry Is Spoiled.
The Show Rider Will Hear the Remark About Princess Anne,
Not Being A Fan.
Instead She Was the One Creating Such a British Buzz,
When She Showed Her Olympic Equestrian Love.
So, Sit Back Letting Those Who Count Their Strides,
To Handle Those Who Lied and Took Bribes.
Since It Is the Show Rider’s World That Will Make Them Confess,
Giving the Show Rider the Opportunity to Nicely Say We Need to Take Care of This Mess.
With the World Getting Colder and Some of Us Getting Older,
It Is Time for The Show Rider to Be Bolder,
So, We Can Finally Close This “Nasty Angry Folder”
April 22 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 6-8
Key Verse – 2Kings 6:17 And Elisha prayed, and said, LORD, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the LORD opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO OPENS OUR EYES
Praise be to God for opening our eyes that are:
Afflicted by sins
Affected with selfishness
Awaiting His sanctification’s sight
Awakened by His salvation-security
Available for His stewardship and servanthood-seal
2Kings 7:2 Praise be to the Lord Who makes
windows of heaven for our:
Provisions along prayer-plight
Prosperity amidst His peacefulness
Protection in our pursuits by His power
Performance in practicing His precepts preached
Progress toward productivity through His prudence
2Kings 8:19 Praise be to the Saviour for
defending us so we will not be destroyed:
Enclosing us in His safe faith-fence
Extending to us His sovereign fatherhood
Exemplifying to us His shielding faithfulness
Empowering us by His steadfastness fervency
Enforcing around us His sheltering firm fortress. Amen!
April 22, 2024
Augury – 2-20-25 Edward Ibeh – Sponsor; Title Chosen - Augury; Pick a Title No. 49
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Augury
Embers of prophecy rise
In the haunting omens of owls
Divining tea leaves
Heralds speak future through opaque signs
And signals of frantic dogs
Before earth heaves in shock of slip strikes
Or the coming of rainbows
Born from sun and blackness.
Gossamer angels bend over vanishing logic,
Brooding envoys of dark horses
In clouds of fireflies or heresies,
Burned at the stake of mineral, mist or ice.
Messenger, from the mystical, utters the unseen,
The face of mute words, allegories in shrouds
Calling to fabled grails, emerge from mystery.
Heraldic voice stands outside algorithms
Wears a clear cloak named vision or terror
A visage drifting through past or dawn
In images without bones,
Unshakable the slow creeping spice
Built on shape shifting tides
Like mist from cloud castles
Before seeking birth in the hands
Of reality’s fiction.