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No, I don't play golf, nor am I a fan of those who play;
But I am a fan of success and great accomplishments.
It was about 1040 AM as I turned the curb to return home.
As I was making the turn, the thought of Tiger Woods entered
my mind because of the reports of his very recent accident.
I have never met Tiger nor expect that we will ever meet,
but this morning for a short while I could not shake the thought
of him. So, I began to pray for him, making mention of the losses
in his life and the pain that must have followed the shame and embarrassment he must have felt several years ago following the revelations about his personal life and family. As moisture began to form in my eyes, they were not tears for just a very famous person, a person that has experienced huge success and prosperity, but a heart throbbing prayer for a man in need of someone far beyond and above himself.
So, I prayed that God would reveal Himself to Tiger in a way that he has never known; that God would heal the wounds that seem to yet linger, causing him much frustration and sorrow. I do not know of Tiger's relationship with The Lord, but felt that I needed to touch God on behalf of one needing love and a friend. May The Lord also surround him with caring and loving people who are not enameled by the great golf star, but as a fellow human being in need of a solid path to walk on with his Maker.
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Emperor dragonfly had a ball
Stag beetle came big and tall
Water springtail brought housefly date
Common cockroach came without a mate
Eyed hawkmoth arrived in style
Caught ladybug’s winsome smile
Praying mantis brought sense of doom
Other mantises quickly left the room
Green lacewing came with water spring tail
Silverfish brought rest of supper from jail
Cicadas arrived with bottles of ale
Unusual feather bug came smelling quite stale
Bumblebee brought fresh honey and wax
Colorado potato beetle was holding his flax
Black ants brought chips from master’s house
Only one empty handed was elderly book louse
Morpho butterflies arrived dressed to dance
You could hear the music half way to France
Emperor Dragonfly’s shindig was a huge success
Firefly made magic with his sexy light up mistress
Everyone had a fine time except Praying Mantis who left mad.
Best Shindig ball the host, Emperor Dragonfly had ever had!
She’s a wily one. Watch out!
There is a tornado coming, Tornado Tressa.
She is feral, ferocious, fierce, filled with fury.
Tread lightly, better yet, hole up in a ditch or a basement.
A paw comes out, tearing up my white sock.
Then I hear a small meow. Good grief.
Is this what they are talking about?
Apparently none of these Venusites have seen a cat before!
They think it’s a tornado for some odd reason.
I offer to take care of it for all the plutonium I can get into my space ship.
Mission is a huge success.
I wave happily.
Check my gauges.
Adjust my mirrors.
“Planet Earth,” I say to my MegaBlaster.
Plutonium Princess curls up on a pillow and sleeps all the way back
We spent the day in Spokane…by the way it rhymes with man
Now that I’ve cleared up that pronunciation mystery….
how about I take a moment for a little history.
Spokane was named for the Spokane tribe
who long before the settlers came…across this land did run
The name Spokane carries with it a great significance
It means ‘Children of the sun.”
With that in our minds and the sun shining brightly we were feeling blessed
that we happened upon Spokane the same weekend as Hoopfest.
Hoopfest is a 3 on 3 basketball tournament…and for what it’s worth
It’s billed as the largest tournament of its kind anywhere on Earth
24,000 players come from 44 states and 6 countries
every age, sex, size and ability level you’d ever want to.meet
and Deborah and I spent half the morning watching them compete.
It was also the 50th anniversary of Spokane’s environmentally themed Expo 74
Which was a huge success from May until November that year
when it bid the world farewell
to celebrate we ate key lime pie…and rode an old wooden carousel
We walked around the city watching people large and small
enjoying everything Spokane had to offer…including her waterfalls.
We celebrated the city, basketball as well as a 50 year old Expo….
It was a day filled with surprises, wonder and fun…
for two blessed and happy 70 year old…children of the sun.
There’s a billy on the open fire
Piles of beech wood by the door
Smokey stains adorn the iron roof
Wax drips on bench and floor.
Old cobwebs drape the windows
Dog-eared cards upon a shelf
The half a dozen Readers Digests
Will fill the evening by yourself.
Outside the rain is pouring down
As you brew your cup of tea
A candle betrays a subtle draft
But you're warm and quite comfy.
Bunks line against a single wall
You see where mice have chewed
Checking socks upon the mantelpiece
Again enjoying the pleasing mood.
As you sign within the guestbook
A chance to read the travellers tales
Of epic journeys, in stunning land
Huge success and classic fails.
Lives saved by simple shelter
To casual stops along the track
Unplanned stays for many a day
Seen as palace, a villa, and shack.
And to you this place is special
It’s a place you just adore.
And though you’ve never visited,
You know you've been in here before.
*The NZ Department of Conservation manages a network of over 950 huts of all shapes and sizes. They provide unique places to stay, refuge from bad weather, or rest and recover while experiencing the great outdoors.
On a dark, dark night
two emotional vampires met
their teeth were pearly white.
She was suffering,
he was recovering,
he however kept his wounds
tucked within a left kidney
where they festered
and leaked.
She knew he was her savior, just knew it.
He backed off while moving forwards,
they clutched
they fed off each other.
She told and retold him
of betrayals, her abuse,
her medicated madness.
He listened
dripping a sweet venom
which he called love.
Of course
the relationship was a huge success.
She dug a suicide hole in his chest
and he carried her around
until he they both miscarried.
An art party! Hooray! The second grade teacher tells her class.
You have earned it for good behavior. Everyone likes to color, right?
Everybody likes to paint. It is relaxing!
“I don’t like to,” says Bobby.
“I hate it,” says Em.
“You will love this art party,” the teacher tells them.
This one will be different. It will be wonderful.”
“What about a bowling party?” Bobby asks.
The other children start shrieking that they want to go bowling.
“Or a snowball party?” Em suggests.
She has almost as many enthusiasts.
“This is a REWARD party,” something you have EARNED, for good behavior,”
The teacher tells them. “I have already ordered the supplies. This is an art party.”
“What if I take some of them outside and have a snowball party?”
the student teacher asks.
“They would hurt each other,“ the teacher says.
“What about a bowling party?” the student teacher asks.
But when she sees the teacher’s mean face, she backs off.
An art party it was. A huge success for all but two.
Normal day in second grade where they are once again the odd ducks.
She was thrilled to be in the nightgown commercial
When the rain fell, the photographer said let’s not give up
She had no idea what this would mean to her career
She danced, frolicked and pretended to love the rain
Feeling like a fake, a poser, wondering when it would be over
The photographer kept snapping photos.
She was getting miffed.
It was cold water.
Difficult to pretend now.
The photo session was a huge success.
It launched her career.
She became a mega star, and was in high demand.
Her salary went from five figures to six figures.
She stopped resenting the photographer.
Glad to let go of the hatred, since they were married.
Bear is lollygagging next to wolf, who is snoring big time.
Mama deer is watering daisies, I think some are mine.
All the breads and cheese have made the animals feel tired.
Two mice are comfortable, but the salamander is wired.
Crow and cardinal have made a little separate picnic spread.
Bread and wine are plentiful, the wine a champagne red.
Dragonfly and damselfly easily slice the pinwheel bread.
Butterflies land on every petal, the wren easily said.
The picnic is a huge success, no fights, nothing to fear.
Bear devours the popcorn chain, saying “Let’s meet again next year.”
Some of the animals laugh at this thought.
Because they do this every year, it always sought.
The opposite of OY is YO,
Two words that most New Yorkers know
And people ‘cross the globe as well,
Though what they mean, not all can tell.
So I’ll explain: the term “Oy vey”
Expresses “Woe is me!” dismay
Or “Oh, my goodness!” or “Good grief!”
And OY is used to keep it brief.
Now YO! is just another way
To call somebody, same as “Hey!”
It gets attention and, when meeting,
Serves as a hello-type greeting.
The Brooklyn artist Deborah Kass
Took O and Y and, with some sass,
Made quite a sculpture, for the view
Is either word when facing you.
The artwork was a huge success
For OY and YO do both express,
In ways to which we all relate,
A quick way to communicate.