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As I awoke to a brand-new day
I asked Him to direct my path
To protect and guide, lest I should fall
And keep me free, from grief and wrath
In haste, I departed on an errand
Forgot - if I, had locked the door
Returned and found that all was well
Now,- to that sale, at the discount store
About a mile down the interstate
"One Lane Closed," the sign read
A mass of crumpled steel I saw
I, - could have been, there instead
The sale now ended, when I arrived
"They're all gone", the clerk advised
For that item, I had waited long
Now, I would have to improvise
I heard an old friend was confined
At a rest-home, in the next town
A call revealed, a quarantine imposed
I'd have to wait, before driving down
I had tried to do what I thought best
But obstacles altered what I chose
As I analyzed events of the day
The picture I, began to compose
Watching the evening news, I learned
An interstate accident, with one dead
And a recall on the item, I had sought
Injuries had occurred, - the reporter said
So, - back to that morning prayer -
Did He supply my wants, - - or needs ?
Consolation I found, "alone" - with Him
As I read, - Jeremiah, ten: twenty three
Colan L Hiatt = 02-24-13
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I see her father in her eyes
A petite replica of me
My little doll, I idolize
But, her daddy, I do see
My darling, little, sassy pants
A heartbeat in sync with mine
Passionate for song and dance
And the flow of poet's rhyme
A gentle hand to all God's creatures
A spirit, wild and free
But, though she has my favorite features
She's so much more than me
I see her father in her eyes
When her natural agility shows
Her talents are a true surprise
This is how I know
A problem solving, fancy face
Doing cartwheels in stride
Making use of given space
Despite the bumpy ride
She's all I ever hoped to be
I'm so proud to be her mother
I accept my role, gracefully
My purpose, I discover
I see her father in her eyes
And it makes me ever so glad
Equipped with skills to improvise
She reminds me of her dad
It is one of several mini dreams of last night.
It was part of a night's dream in bits and pieces,
and the forthcoming part is merely a piece
that is vivid enough to be shared.
In the dream, I was on an assignment
to make a delivery of something that
I cannot remember. While at the delivery
location, I became engrossed in
conversing with various people until
I became stressed, as I was clearly
running behind in my schedule. I was
therefore forced to break away abruptly
only to discover that I had lost the lace in
my shoes, and I could not walk in them.
I tried to improvise with other things that
did not work. So I decided to check the
store nearby for lace, although I doubted
that they would have any. Turns out, to
my pleasant surprise, they had lace. In
fact, only one pair left. The most telling
and impressive thing about the store was
that several workers at the store knew
me by name and directed me to the lace
that I so desperately needed. Suddenly,
my thirst for lace dissipated, and I became
overwhelmed with the expression of love
from the store's employees. The dream
piece ended as abruptly as it had begun,
and I found myself saying, "I have been
loved everywhere I have been".
As I conclude this piece, I am fighting
back the tears and being consumed with
the very thought of the love of God and
how awesomely good He has been to me.
093020PSCtest, All Yours, #974, Brain Strand. 1P
Migrating southward, before Autumn dies;
flocks of geese split the air with honking cries.
And snow clouds dapple Winter's ice-blue skies,
as winds kiss the trees with audible sighs.
Dawn's first light ignites an ice-cold sunrise;
long-gone are the songbirds and butterflies.
Yet, some creatures have learned to improvise,
turning food into fat, they winterize.
Hibernating bears must bulk up their size,
not gorging in the Fall, would be unwise.
A long Winter could lead to their demise,
should the need to wake up early arise.
Inclement weather tends to brutalize;
for nature doesn't react well to surprise.
Fighting starvation and all it implies,
some species evolved to cannibalize.
The worlds a giant canvas,
Just look around and see,
Mesmerizing art work,
Made for you and me,
God the master artist,
How creative and unique,
Just dive into the ocean,
Or climb the highest peak,
Every human is made different,
No one can be the same,
So why do so many improvise,
Causing his art work to be put to shame,
Plastic surgery to look like Her,
Injections to look like Him,
No one’s ever satisfied,
In their own skin.
Appreciate each body type,
Treasure your own hair,
Love your lips,
And curvy hips,
For we are ART
Thats rare.
By: Sabina Nicole
By: Sabina Nicole
Written:11-1-11
Edina, the erratic, eccentric giraffe woman had parties galore.
Decorating her living room with finds from Kenya and more.
Her travels had brought amazing things into her upside down life.
She had kicked out six husbands, glad to now not be a wife.
I talked my husband into accompanying me to her party Tuesday.
She was blasting seventies music, her cook had just now run away.
My husband put on an apron and began to improvise the cooking.
I was askance to see where Edina’s hot eyes were now looking.
Where did you get him? She asked me. He is quite the catch!
I threw him a baseball, and told him to go outside and play fetch.
He is good with animals too! She said, complimenting me on my man.
I got him away from there quickly, as only an experienced wife can.
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Mastretta De Sa' Sopranista
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-E per quanto riguarda le possibilità
passando a un approccio
basato sui problemi?
traditions start somewhere
doing things for a reason is
often the right thing
to do
looking toward
our goales
budgeting our endeavor
profiting
and profit sharing
to create healthy
long lasting
relationships
that are meaningful
and complimentary
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Love, A feeling I thought I was capable of keeping
Yet when I get it, It fades.
I put on a masquerade
Hoping things would change
Everything I say a facade
I've lost the meaning of love
I thought I found the one, The other half of me
But I get pushed to the back
Set up on a rack
Just to be looked at
Never a prize, Always a possession
Maybe this is just an obsession
To the feeling, I can never get right
I put up a fight
It’s always the worst at night.
I blame my mind, The dark space where I go
When I’m feeling all alone
I’ve tried to forget the smell of his cologne
It’s engraved in my mind
The look in his eyes
I try to improvise
This mask that I wear, I’ll never see clear
Through this obsession
Did I forget to mention
That love for me is no progression
I am a passerby
these things are facts of Life no lie
But as I pass I still wonder why
positive and negative thoughts cloud my mind without lies
We are all wonderers a thought that comes with smiles
The part to each destiny traveled by lone self
But the decision to bliss lies in the hands of the creator
A thought always good to remind oneself
As a passerby I might compromise
Since I am not guaranteed tomorrow
I live to adventure,make mistakes and improvise
Atleast I know this journey sometimes might be joy the other sorrow
Why does the rain pour and afterwards sunshine?
The day is also a passerby same too with the dark night
We think we are free but we can't choose to be happy everytime
This fact nature holds against us as reminder Torchlight
Our title here must always be the PASSERBY.
The end of Autumn is still mild
and the majestic Mounts of Partenio
have no trace of snow; lovely Baiano
at its foot is tamed, not wild.
One can spot, looking up with delight,
different colors of lilacs and roses,
lulled by the softest breeze on balconies
and windowsills open to glaring sunlight;
a Verdi aria is sung by a housewife
who is bored, but looking outside
she sees all the beauty that excites life
and lets her daughter improvise!
Hasty shallows are leaving
the sky of Baiano, a picturesque town lying
in a valley between sturdy mountains
that protect her from the harshest winters;
see that slim boy run down Via IV Novembre
holding his books in his right hand with care!
Only the grey-breasted robbins choose to stay,
they shriek emitting a loud cry; warm is their nests
beneath the red rooftops when frozen rain pelts;
ah, they sadly follow the trail of the shallows in dismay!
This flaming sunset blinds as the old bronze bells
of Santa Croce ring; and in this church, I sat, pondered, and prayed
and singing the hymns written by a monk that lived
two hundred years ago, and now in the golden city of God, he dwells!
Hasty swallows are leaving
the sky of Baiano betraying their trust
in an iridescent season very calm and charming;
I chase after them, then I stop and start to grunt!