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Brazen blessings burn on like the arrival of the dawn
Elevated to the max
Lovely knowledge comes to mind
Impressive words of wisdom come and go…but, it should be here to stay
Empathetic vibes..
Venting
Encouragement
Intriguing,
Nostalgic thoughts bleed through me…entirely soaked in lullabies..
Brainwashed in my past sins…repenting in the present through thick and thin
Roam Home
And stay brave, true and full of dignity
Vehemently vibrant with optimism and pessimism combined
End the highs and lows — I want to be neutral and need His word to overflow in my mind into my heart and out of my tongue of life
Tremendous, yet turbulent feelings…flood…fervently…and…profoundly so
Remedy please? And thank you…
Unfortunately, I wasted too much time..but I’m fortunate to wait on His time frame…the clock is ticking by, tormenting me — can’t deny…
Eager to serve His people from on high
Dreamt of delightful dignity and compassion from on high
Intentions matter…irrational, icky, ill-tempered foolishness — wisdom is needed and whatever happens happens
Gracious glory matter too
Never-ending nymphs of notions flutter in my negotiable noggin
Isolate fear and include hope
Terribly terrific trials make me smile
You’re the one, running the extra mile…with me this time…
It interuped the flow of things.
He attmepted to his lack
of concentration. Abstract,
something that doesn't describe something real
or photogenetic..Anyway it appeared to have been printed incorrectly
or maybe the secetary gave the wrong design;
I didn't like it Now frustrated and dealing
with a time frame and very little cash to correct the matter
he became creative and got out the scissors and paste
and made the corrections himself.
A great job, as no one seemed to
have noticed it was a flaw that was corrected.
We liked the idea he took a photo of the work
and had it photo printed. It saved money a lot of
money. Now dealing with the ego's
of these Music mindd phenoms so that a show
with prestige and seeking a critics positive
opinion means alot to this project!
Needing a critic's positive opinion means a
creative work, product, or person relies on
professional approval to gain credibility,
funding, or an audience. While the word
"criticism" often implies finding faults,
a professional critic's evaluation can be
favorable, offering an expert seal of approval that validates
quality. A composition that might be the composers best work
in my hands meant alot and how I presented it
would either cement my position as conductor
and producer or ruin me me as an sloppy ill tempered person..
He last called me "Minzzokk Atterberg" It mad
me angry knowing he knew my name and called me out of it.
her compliments made me wish she was mine. I believe I feel in love with her
the moment she said "Hello"! Speaking of his counterpart introducing him
to the Critic.
Over this limpid lagoon, without a church's dome,
no ill-tempered wind coming from the stormy East
can stir up huge waves, it can only scatter mist;
here birds thrive, they call this place their home.
The esurient wrens search for breadcrumbs,
Ella hasn't come yet and they hope she will;
the laughing gulls entrap them as they shrill,
the tiny ones flee and hide in blades of grass.
Where's Ella? She must be dancing with clouds,
there the only spectators are the curious swans;
she swirls against a smooth spectrum of indigo
lighter than her gorgeous eyes that delight Fabio.
Another Fall evening ends to bring back all stillness,
finally the painter with the grey cap rests his hands;
his jaunty painting matches the vividness of the sunset,
Ella runs and joyfully embraces her adored sweetheart.
Written on 1/ 29/ 2016
Welcome
to the wonder and the magic of the reason
that Christmas time brings to the season,
the decoration on the tree, the marvels, and miracles
the lights, the glow of simplicity of carols lyrical,
the ornaments, the garlands and the wreaths,
steals away the pushed aside discounted beliefs
that God is and blesses us
with the amazement of a child's trust;
at this time of year
there is joy among the tears
a reckoning of sorts
despite the bad news in ill reports;
it is a time unmatched
when even ill-tempered rivalries are patched
finding deep within our hearts we are all the same
seeking peace and love, honesty and truth regained;
so put aside those foolish discrepancies
together we can conquer everything and finally see
rising to greet the very person we were always meant to be.
Smeared Sign
Snakes’ slivering skins smothered in slimy oil of temptation
Immersed inundated intrigued of intricate ill tempered shine
Go forth and multiply your ferocious frolicking fortune
No - Neverland promiscuous parody peruses the pear’s peril
Or was it a precocious apple appeasing Adam’s adamant appetite
Furnaces’ flames flow from fields of plenty in the desert of doom
The ‘game’ is rigged resembling steel structures stealing resources
Hallowed be thy name Lord Trinity - material riches glory and power
Extract what you must muster maraude marshal the miraculous sword
Time will tell unless the timid clock retreats and hands fall off in the sand
In Nothing we trust but tentacles of terror and in glorious gory greed
Marooned midst the Midas Touch the ‘salubrious’ sign shivers solemnly
Embraces us humans in silence while the oil rigs stutter and spill
Salutary messages spluttered and soiled and the snake wins once more
23rd April 2018
I Cannot Weight To Hmm...
Be Pressed By A Dumbbell
Two fifteen pound
steely danse sing
wrought iron dumbbells
ill-tempered, impatiently,
and intensely a weight
their turn to hmm... press me,
and forthwith dense trait
heavy handed prestidigitation
to yours truly, this primate
currently attempting
to craft sad excuse
for a poem, sans far fetched
notion, aye trite re: late
engendering, foisting, and goading
bizarre lifelike qualities
to inanimate solid helpmate
to build (and/or oven
just tone) muscles bitterly, painfully,
resignedly wince, where washboard
abdomen long a goner
impossible to recoup,
whar hide didst narrate
ting hours sculpting great
former Adonis build
on these, now nada so lovely
bones, and experience
spiritual strife to oscillate,
perhaps witness sing
angst to esse skill late
heady feeling healthy vim within
myself, how just
with verily at least dedicate
half hour exercise can be great
for body, mind, and
soul triage, otherwise...
basic gravitational laws
of physics gladly
hand me unwanted fate,
how gradually physique
will eventually demonstrate
flabby, droopy, and
unwanted addy post tissue create
ting another reason to berate,
castigate, emasculate, where
self repudiation will germinate
(albeit, thence in extremis), yours truly
doth relinquish fitness regime
resulting sparking, and taste
testing casus belli dictate
tête-à-tête, viz hasty
unconditional surrender to
a void mortal kombat,
which latter, would exterminate,
the forces of yin and yang,
re: lee (I rub hurts) loch cur,
thence finding me fraught,
(yule hiss see - uselessly)
grant ting soul
option to disintegrate,
in the event emotional civil war,
rents asunder every fiber
of mine being, which
wrath wracked wraith self destruction
twill woefully satiate.
Heal the sorrow, uproot the sad willow
Make it happy
There's another tomorrow to borrow
To set you free
Burn away the icy ickiness inside me
Churn away the sea of distress that I see
Brew away the sensation of solitude
Chase away my ill-tempered interlude
Many smiles will weigh down the frowns
Many suns will guide you towards moonlit towns
Many hours spent with you is oh so wonderful
Many times, I tell you you're always beautiful
You are...
Beautiful and free
My star...
You'll be free as can be
Your scar...
Will be cured as you flee
You are like an alien on this planet of plenty
You are a passerby, roaming in liberating captivity
Ready or not, I'm coming to the rescue
Believe me, you will be the happier you
Make it happy -
The sorrow that leaves you feeling
Rather crappy
I know, these emotions aren't so appealing
Reality is a cruel, yet honest weapon
That fights our battles or stabs our back
You need some faith fuel once again
So, carry on, carrion heart upon your sack
Never forget how much you mean to me
Never seek revenge, but forgiveness alone shall live
Victory is in the hands of the man of glee
Never take avengeful actions lightly - there's love to give
Enliven the gladness, enlighten the owl's ancient elegance
Make it restore grace to this verse
Renew the remedy of relieving remembrance
To ensnare the burden's curse
And to unwrap unconditional utility...
Uprooting the sad willow's vain insanity
It's the only way
To unchain you from your fatality
Starting today,
I'm going to make you beam, truly
It's the only way
To make you beautiful and Free
With my cheerful sway,
I shall encourage eternal ecstasy
It's the only way,
My beautiful and free angel
It's the only way
Above the ruins of your cell
I see out there, besides the pond,
a quartet of Canada geese,
picking through the manicured lawn,
hunting for some insects to eat.
Two adults and two little ones,
necks outstretched and probing the ground,
something about the silhouettes
just seems to tear the eons down…
I know that birds are therapods,
but when that long neck ducks I see
the outline of a Brontosaur,
albeit one that stands two feet…
And when it’s walking straight at me,
the head and neck up towards the sky,
it looks just like a sauropod,
at least until it starts to fly.
A weird thought, given on most days
they paddle around in the drink,
but change the place and back in time
the whole animal seems to sink.
Perhaps that’s why they’re ill-tempered,
hissing at you like a sinner,
since once they used to rule this earth,
but now they’re just Christmas dinner…
Poured a wee dram for my friend Farmer Fred.
He just kept on shaking his head.
What’s with the head I inquired of Fred?
Sit down laddie for ya might just swoon,
When I tell ya what happened to me this very afternoon.
Whilst selling my wares down at the fair,
A lovely young lass with a head of red hair,
Wandered up and gives the wares a stare.
I greeted her in my customary way.
Good afternoon lassie you look lovely today,
Might I help you in some particular way?
Now she looks up and gives me a scowl.
I judged her humor t’was a bit fowl.
I thought I might brighten her day
With a grand compliment paid.
Lassie your hair is both beautiful and grand.
Then her scowl scrammed, and she began to howl.
Called me all manner of beast and pariah.
Her face turned red as if it were on fire.
Minutes passed before her tirade did expire.
Made me regret the cordial things I had said.
I sincerely hope that lassie is never wed.
Ill tempered heifers should never be bred!
Let us deport-- with skill--
Let us discourse--with care--
Powder exists in Charcoal--
Before it exists in Fire.
~ Emily Dickinson
Good words anoint, ill words kill
~ Florio
It's said that sticks and stones break bones
but words can serve as weapons too,
so wield with caution what you write
let civil discourse have its due.
A finely crafted turn of phrase
will prove more winsome than a harsh
phillipic or a raging rant
that drags one's soul down like a marsh.
Are not our writings most effective
when our readers wish to read
our inner thoughts, instead of feeling
whipped by some ill-tempered screed?
When I hear thunder's crash, I flee
from lightning's sharp, injurious ray -
I hear your thunder, not your words
As though you speak a mile away.
I'm not promoting caged emotions;
ire and outrage have their place,
but when the missile shrieks, there's few
still left the message to embrace.
Written 21 Dec 2021