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It's
Adenike Funmilayo Treasure birthday, celebrate!
Just a second; kindly take a look
See how beautiful the nature glows
In its own way to imbibe joy in her days
And have memories saved for time to come
Dear friends, celebrate this pro. cook
Whose styles equal standard as she grows
Don't keep mute for only minds to have your says
Till tomorrow becomes envious of today's plum
So sweet is the aroma of this month
I wonder how fast wishes would reach the seventh
May be(probably possible)in the twinkling of an eye
Or it would hang unto the distance of earth to the sky
Be patient and wait by while celebration continues
Dancing, chilling, and clear the disturbance... just cruise
So sorry for all the stress thou are put through
It's a joyful stress that doesn't hail blue
March the moon into the right corner
For every one to see you not a foreigner
April can't fool you anymore COS it is gone
As this day set out of a glorious new dawn
May isn't a worrying page of uncertainty
For in it you enjoys God's owned sovereignty
That years to come keep hailing success
By which God's sovereignty possess
Of glorious grace in Christ alone
For paybacks of all temptations condone
Keep living dear friend of good heart
Enjoy the blessings moment impart
Blessings come what may will not depart
But keep designing your achievement's chart
Happy birthday dear friend
You shall fulfill destiny for real
Be good as always as time blend
And keep living till 170years ends the deal
© Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
® 2022
Sheila asked him
“Do you have the time?”
Ben answered “It’s five after two.” She responded “That is a perfectly good answer, but that is not the answer to my question.”
He responded “I’m sorry, I don’t understand, you don’t want to know the time?” “That’s right.” Sheila said. “I asked, " Do you have the time?”
Ben looked perplexed “The time for what?” Sheila’s eyebrow raised just a bit, “Well that’s up to you isn’t it?”
Big Ben paused for just a second. “Wasn’t his whole existence about time?” Over a Hundred and sixty years he had been marking time. In fact the people of London have always looked up to him. Who was she to question him about time? Because of her he lost a second. How would he get it back? He thought a bit more, “That was the first second he had ever had to himself!” I guess Sheila will get her answer afterall, he does indeed have the time. In the end a Clock can’t make time but perhaps one named Ben can keep some for himself.
Even in the darkest storm we have the promise of sunshine,
We keep our noses to the stone we need to grind.
We keep pushing on,
Pushing past the urge to run.
There is always the sunshine to give us hope,
Even when we feel the noose get tight this seems to loosen the rope.
We let the darkness invade if even for just a second in time,
And looses our grip on the sublime.
We let the darkness penetrate our beautiful souls,
Letting the devil distract from our Holy goals.
Then the dawn of Faith comes shining through,
A bright lighthouse put there just for you.
The darkness tries to creep in again,
Stirring up a tornadic activity and hurricane strength wind.
We must remember there is always a dawn,
That no matter how dark the storm the sunshine is much brighter after it's gone.
We must cling to this hope and knowledge,
We must remember every tree loses its leaves to gain new foliage.
We must understand that if we ask God to us anew,
That changes will occur to test your Faith is true.
So if you are going through a season of turmoil and storms,
'Tis just a season and nothing more.
The season will change, the dawn will soon appear,
So have no fear.
Have hope in the sunshine,
For you are not permanently blind.
You are His child...
And you are His sunshine.
Some things are not funny.
Some words strike terror into our brains
Some ideas will never be popular.
It is difficult to think up a poem
that will not offend someone.
So the trick is to think up a poem
that delights you.
Whether or not it resonates with
any other people at all does not matter
as much as this …..did you enjoy creating it?
You should not pick up the donkey and carry
it to please a neighbor who feels sorry for donkeys, at
the risk of your own back, right?
I had an idea for a poem today that I thought
might offend everyone. It made me smile for just a second.
Then I thought better of it. I am way too socialized to do this to myself.
Some words are not funny. Some words are immediately offensive.
Corpses are not funny. Even if you make them dance and sing.
Can you make them shake their booty? Yes, in poetry you can.
But frankly you might offend everyone.
Warning Will Robinson!
Warning! Some ideas
are offensive.
So
Be
Careful….
Like a time bomb ready to explode
What be a man except what is washed away
Like a wave beats the ocean sands
Change of time can change whole man
Soul in search of itself what does it see
Despair of a journey that makes his strength
Or the demise of life he finds his grave
It is of the heart beats our breath
Spiritual being like all species with purpose
What is beauty that love does not exist
What is a man if not themselves thrive to be
Is one not dead in their depths darkness appears
Battle of good vs evil which you choose
Lost in misty fog, what light be your inspiration
Belief to his existence finds trouble trails
But he gives not up his strive to breathe
Reaching in, ticking man; just a second of a gasp
Awakening, sea of stars filled with dreams
Light on the waters beneath moonlight beam
Heavens open door shinning light from within
Ti cerco, watching behind dark eyes sleeping
Jesus keep me near the cross my cries
I'm just a man whose time is ticking away
There is only one thing that you can control in this world
As It's to whom that we sing that our soul will be unfurled
You are completely powerless over all that you do control
But it will really become a mess the day you lose your soul
Just a heartbeat away standing on the other side of the door
Lord teach us to pray so that this fact we will no longer ignore
Just like a musical chair one day your song will no longer play
Becoming completely aware of exactly where you chose to lay
In just a second or even less everything could be taken away
It's only the Lord who does bless don't take lightly what I say
Even written down for all to see as the endless clues abound
What you couldn't afford, given free, oh how sweet the sound
The only thing that you can control that nothing can take away
Is who you're praising in your soul each morning, night and day
Now that music is playing but we all know that its going to end
On my mind it's been weighing and this message I had to send
John 16:33
I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace.
In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart;
I have overcome the world.”
Dear Frend,
I has to tell yahs, I am think’n of yah in the worst way
No wait. That ain’t it.
I ….
just a second.
The neighbor’s dog is bark’n and I have to throw something.
Okay, I am back.
I have thawt bout call’n yah’all for a long time now
maybe a couple of years
But what if you are dead?
I am not being rude. I am just.
Gosh dang it!
Just a second! I have to see what that neighbor is doing.
Be right back.
Okay, I am settled down with my fizzy drink now.
Do you remember me?
I am the girl you met on an airplane a few years back.
The one who climbed over the aisle and hit the person behind us with her purse.
You said to call if I ever got to town.
I plan to be in San Diego next week.
Can I stay at your house?
Please let me know as soon as you can.
I had texted you, but you must not have seen it.
Sincerely,
Your pal Gladys
PS I think it was summer of twenty-twenty
i guess the thought has really never occurred to you?
i could cry,
i could scream,
i can lay it all out, plain and simple.
the idea wouldn't even cross your mind.
maybe, just maybe
love is more than condition
it's more than orders to follow
or instruction manuals to read.
love is survival
it's sacrifice
it's standing between heaven and hell
always knowing where you are.
love is life
it's breath
it's the ground beneath your feet
the air in my lungs
the look in my eyes.
i often wonder
did you ever really know what love felt like?
it's indescribable to be loved without restriction.
with conviction.
i'm almost sure
i've never been able to receive that from you.
there's always a catch
or a "gotcha!!"
and you could say all the words you want
they're meaningless
you don't back them up.
get on your soapbox and shout it to the world
that's fine.
if i asked you for just a second to take a step back
breathe
be here
in the this moment with me
could you do it?
take responsibility?
apologize.
not make me feel guilty?
i'm always the villain
or i always come second
for you this is a competition
i'm an unwilling contestant.
i love you.
with everything i have.
you can't love me unconditionally.
honestly
i feel sorry for you dad.
Ash
Existence has turned into ash.
The day has become night;
There are no stars in the sky
And the chapel rings no sound at all.
Everything is sad in my world.
The haunting voice of the man with the scythe;
There is no light in these darkest of times.
No butterflies; only flies.
The train slowly rolls along the lines.
No people to be seen;
Is this all a bad dream?
Or a place where I have nowhere else to go?
I am left hopeless without my hope.
There is smoke in the air;
The smell sinks into my lungs.
No radio message; no song to be sung.
Just a requiem written on a wall;
Graffiti art spells out ‘A lifetime is so short.’
When I think of my time, just a second in creation;
Another second of life, a final second and then an ocean,
Where all is sinking away.
Everything is lost to never be seen again.
At the bottom of this ocean there are only bones,
Of those who sailed; they never made it home.
Princes and pirates;
Novices and navigators.
None know the answers;
Nobody to say see you later.
In the end all things they must go…
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
A second ago.
Yes just a second,
she was beautiful
beyond comparison.
Not a wrinkle or a frown line.
Succulent lips,
glowing skin.
Gorgeous hair
cascading down her back.
Even her hands were elegant.
Men and women alike
looked upon her with admiration
If truth be told, with envy as well.
Her’s seemed a charmed life
there in a city by the sea.
Status, a beautiful home.
She moved through space
like a butterfly,
flitting about without a care.
Perhaps she was oblivious
to the darkness permeating her city.
There were things
done in the shadows.
Evil had also made the city its home.
Her Lot in life protected her and her daughters.
Genesis 19:17
And as they brought them out one said, “Escape for your life. Do not look back or stop anywhere in the valley. Escape to the hills, lest you be swept away.”
Her heart ached
for what she was leaving behind.
The grandeur, her status, possessions and servants.
Sulphur and fire
rained down from the heavens!
The great Sodom and Gomorrah both being consumed.
She stopped to looked back.
Not just a glance,
she gazed with great sadness.
Her anguish immortalised.
In an instant she was turned to salt.
One second.
Yes, in one second.
Wrinkles formed around her eyes.
Her mouth turned downward
in a frown.
Her skin no longer glowed.
With grotesque hands
she held her face.
Her once gorgeous hair
in stone like clumps.
Nothing is left
of her once great beauty.
Nothing is left
of those cities by the sea.
She instead,
like them,
remains a cautionary tale.
Now immortalized
in pages of scripture.
Her, just a pillar of salt
looking towards
Sodom and Gomorrah,
cities that are no more.
Carl Butler’s picture prompt.