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I was looking out the window and saw my neighbor across the street on a ladder, putting up an American flag. Both he and his wife are school teachers.
I took that moment to go over and tease him. I asked if he was putting the flag up to honor my husband.
I have been living here for ten years, and they had never tried to be friendly, except when they needed something. They have two sons and two golden labs. They all-stay locked up in the house with the curtains drawn. If, someone comes and knocks on their door, they are greeted by two frantic and not-so-friendly sounding barks, that bump on the glass window, but their owners won’t answer the door.
They have a motion sensor light over the middle of the garage door. I told him that the flapping of the flag was going to set off the light all the time. He laughed; he hadn't thought about it. I purposely went over to tell him that my husband had passed away four months ago. He was shocked. He apologized and said he didn't know.
With tears, I turned and walked away. When I'd gotten to the edge of the driveway, the tip off my left sandal caught on the edge of the asphalt. The sandal stayed; my arms started flapping, like a young bird in its nest trying to fly. Flapping, flapping, I kept leaning forward, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Trying to righten myself, half-way to the other side, my other sandal flew off. I suppose I might have looked pretty funny, running to the other side, bending over like I was trying to catch a hat that had blown off my head. My arms still flapping, waiting for a landing, face first on the asphalt and the gravel under my feet. All I could think and see was the blackest tar and gravel rising to meet me, how painful it was going to be when my face kissed that dirty tar.
However, by some miracle, I had gotten to the other side of the road and caught my balance. With my heart pounding, my neck and back aching, and the bottoms of my feet sore, I survived not kissing the dirty tar and gravel. It was like God's angel spread its wings and wrapped them around me, and straighten me out. I should have had a very serious relationship with the first kiss, but not that day.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you, Lord.
12/29/2018
"I'm working on the Lento Form starts as a collage and not simplistically termed words, like my poem 'Ode to a Dove' that made Best Lento Form," ... by Poet.
*Actual Poem used below,
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have this wish I wish tonight."
KEY:
S, young astrophysicist; H, helper/hobbit; G, G-Men; C, Colonel North;
(a young astrophysicist ...)
S]Bright star, light star ... I think that's right, don't know.
tonight, first star I see ... there, that's better.
might, I wish I may, I wish ... that's a go.
tonight, have this wish I wish ... SCI-doctor?
S]Thought it could be, the rhyme from my young bit,
S]saw fit this good night, hangs low starry light,
S]hobbit--me tall, they'd be in the outfit,
S]Lord it ... it's an asteroid ... cams set right!
S]It's gonna hit! There, by Glenwood Forest.
H]It's awesome. Landing right in our backyard.
S]It causes, "Landing?", --hysteria, MASS!
H]Emmits gamma? Haz ... S]--guys! Don't make it hard,
H]--mat suit, just sayin. S]There's no protocol!
S]That site will be covered with who knows, and ...
S]Black Suits, worst of our breed. S]Who's made the call?
S]Rat moot! They're here! Hey guys, don't move, just stand.
(captured lab workers)
G]Star Wars, here sir. Inside -- UNINVITED!
S]Barred doors, Colonel North, why I'm not surprised.
S]Sophomores? Your toy flew a bit slighted,
S]Encores, that force you from your past disguised.
H]Thought he's retired ... S]Chinese MIGS? -- we got it.
S]Glorious, on our short-wave sate's ... too close.
C]Frosty air, Good Ole U.S.A., -- made it!
S]Notorious deceiver, -- got the nose.
S]Book writer, hm. SCI-FI? or Nuserires?
H]Bull Rider, if asked. G]No one asked you, BOY!
S]Looked tired. Those hearings .. a ruse. Serious?
C]Moral fiber, --helping us? Don't be coy!
(G-Men exits ...)
S]Passing secrets, C]Your labs, they are on fire.
S]Intervening secrets, CNN there.
C]Bleaching sequence, quick BLEACH G]--news crew, C]what? --FIRE!
S]Sleeping sickness duped decades. Sir. C]--prayer.
I’m moving down a forest trail,
wooden canyon on my right side,
above, on thermals, raptors glide,
always inspires without fail.
I hear a rustle before me,
and wonder just who that could be?
Perhaps it is an Indian,
face painted, war club on his back,
looking down at the dirt track,
the path taken by his foemen,
they took his woman in a raid,
his bow will flash, and they will pay…
Maybe it’s a militiaman,
on the lookout for that same brave,
the British stirred them to a rage,
bribed them to devastate the land,
dirty tricorn and old musket,
but he’s rarely had to use it…
Or could it be a long-hunter,
clad in leather, fringe, and fur hat,
rifle and necessary bag,
seeing it the duff is disturbed,
tracking an elk across the hills,
hoping tonight he’ll eat his fill…
Perhaps it is a pioneer,
just passing through on his way west,
his only clothes are on his chest,
his destination isn’t near,
looking for land that he can farm,
clear it with just strength of arm…
Maybe it is a lumberjack,
timber-cruising for trees to fell,
which ones to cut, his eyes can tell,
some of them broader than his back,
snaps is suspenders on his plaid,
they’ll have work for all of the labs…
Or a uniformed park ranger,
tired from long miles on his feet,
these winding trails his daily beat,
always looking out for danger,
knowing poachers frequent this place,
they’ll pay the price for unfair play…
It could be a tourist family,
father wrangling eager kids,
who dash about (like he once did!),
so many things they want to see,
his wife carries the little one
who snoozes in the mid-day sun…
Though it could be some teenager,
even now she’s glued to her phone,
why did she even leave her home?
Takes selfies to show off later,
Is she awed by the canyon’s drop?
or is it just another prop…
But it is none on these things, no,
it is an ambling black bear,
we’ve caught each other unaware,
neither seems to know where to go,
He’s as surprised by this as me,
was he also caught up in daydream?
My challenge was not issued there! My challenge was issued here!
Which was why you threw me off, when, first, you ran in fear.
You, who had the reputation of being the best to play this game,
"destroying" all of your challengers, while gathering all of the fame.
But, maybe all of that fame went too quickly to your head,
As your audience ate up ev'ry word that you had said.
Respect for your battle skills was immediately reserved,
But, now, I have to wonder was all that respect really deserved.
As I stated in my "ODE," this is a game of speed and wits,
Where the strong throw all the punches, and the weak take all the hits;
Where a real poet accepts a challenge, no matter how many dare,
And is always ready to battle anyone, any TIME, ANYWHERE!
The last point, that I just made, is the one that you should read,
Giving it all of the attention, that it really needs.
I decided to step up, but you decided to run and hide.
I guess hiding is much easier, than swallowing your pride.
Ev'ry request that I made to battle was met with an excuse,
Which made me think that you were really trying to dodge all of my abuse.
Are you afraid to get embarrassed, or of losing all the fans,
After proving that you are unable to meet all of my demands.
If so, then you "officially" forfeit your claim to greatness,
Because any such claim, to me, would be considered weightless!
The number one spot is "officially" up for grabs,
So, now, the scientific minds are working in their labs.
"THE DOZENS" is the name of the game that we will play,
So, if you do not have the balls, then please stay out of the way!
But, if you do decide to play, accepting the fact that you just might get pinched,
Make sure you come alone, leaving your "boyfriend" on the bench.
I entertain the crowd, but from the crowd is who you run.
Therefore, your reign at the top is "officially" done!
Now, to more "worthy" opponents my focus has been shifted.
So, turn in your little crown, since you are obviously done with it!
VACCINATION OF THE NATION
Covid time is here. Folks are getting sick with its variants so deadly
and people all over the world are being locked down, so very readily.
And now we have the vaccinations to free us from the grave,
And give us back our freedoms to work and play and for some to misbehave.
Now experts and the not, are claiming that some of the vacs aren`t safe nor authenticated,
they weren`t tested and inspected right so getting the Jab should be hesitated.
Still, others say that suspect substances, have been added, making it rather bad
which scares a lot who get their advice from hearsay or media, that is very sad.
It has been said that the medical labs are making profits galore – that`s why it`s been rolled out quick,
and Government conspiracies abound as to how they in power want to train, manipulate us and put a poison in our bodies to make us really sick.
Ah, none of that is new – it has all been claimed before.
In rare cases – in far of places , the masses have been deceived,
But eventually the truth came out and the culprits got what was in store.
The fact is that for most, the vaccine will prevent you dying from this virus.
You will move about more freely and the airlines, will once again fly us.
We can visit family and friends from far away and go to sports events,
attend church , have a wedding with lots of guests and enjoy many entertainments.
For those who refuse to get their dose, well the outlook is rather bleak.
You may lose your job and some freedoms – treated like a Leper so to speak.
You may catch Covid and end up with a ventilator on your face
Or find yourself in a long box surrounded by satin and lace.
So see your trusted Doctor and get some sound advice.
Go to two or three and don`t be scared to ask them twice.
It can`t do any harm to enquire, unless your afraid of a sound opinion.
In the end it is your choice – you can either go away with a frown on your face or
go away grinning.
A few weeks ago, about 9:00 AM
My head started aching; loss my vigor & vim
It’s didn’t let up; just got more intense
At midnight to the hospital I went
In the ER and seeking some relief
Had to just wait as the cause they did seek
While they did MRI’s and scans and stuff
I had to suffer and hang in there tough
The staff got their data; gave me morphine
On it for two days before I was weaned
My head got better; still took Percocet
On the fourth day I was about off that
“A pituitary tumor”, they said
“Has been growing for years inside your head”
Headache came and went, that threw them a curve
The tumor could damage the optic nerve
The neurosurgeon sized it up this way
Your sight may stay just as it is today
As long as the tumor grows very slow
To restore loss sight, the tumor must go
If your Cardiologist thinks your fit
You can opt to have me get rid of it
My heart doctor scared the hell out of me
Then agreed I could have the surgery
At this point I wanted it out right now
By waiting I could lose more sight somehow
My wife only wanted things to move slow
Scared of the surgery I’d undergo
The third doctor involved in my case
This endocrinologist takes First Place
He studied my situation and found
Something which actually turned things around
Labs from Arizona, done months ago
Didn’t jive, things were high - should be low
A rare condition when the thyroid fails
Is making the pituitary swell
The doctor knew of this rare condition
No surgery now was his position
It mimics a tumor, but best of all
Fixable without surgery at all
The endocrinologist said it’s rare
Never seen in his years of giving care
The neurosurgeon also said the same
Man! my lucky day, I won this health game
Surgery was scheduled inside a week
Such an outcome, no better could I seek
My family can now get back to living
My thanks to God, I’ll never stop giving
Charles Sides
Ping Pong
A Game going on
Aus Govt \ DJOKOVIC
A Champion Vs Continent
Down Under A sport sinister
Short hearing Quick disbursal
He’s deported back to Serbia!
“Expelled for not taking drugs “
Undefeated undeterred Play ON
Mandatory needles Comply None
Healthy individual He scares CABAL
A sporting warrior now most Feared
Unprecedented rallying VAX NOVAK
A reminder a wake up call all SundrY
& Entertained TV - ADDICTS. !!!!!!!!!!
You can’t puncture A Rock by NEEDLE
A warrior is made in body and IN SPIRIT
Warriors trust thy blood sweat UNALTERED
Champs don’t ingest unproven ExperimentaL
Medicines can not be forced UPON A HEALTHY
Tyranny Under Public Health FALSE ARGUMENTS
Any sane and fit doesn’t need A LOADED SYRINGE
Leave that muck for the cattle and DRUG ADDICTS
Someone please tell me what’s FULLY VACCINATED
Real Men are NOT defeated by Altered DEFINITION
Tennis at High Tea now served With M-RNA FLUID
Who owns definition of health. for PUBLIC HEALTH
Who owns the sporting turfs. Grounds I Walk
Who defines our immunity TedRoss. Fauci
Our food and our intake. My blood Body
Unanswered Qns. Who Knows ? Gates
What makes Who ownsTest Labs
SPORTSMEN. Doctors?
What makes Politician
CHAMPIONS. - GOVTS.
What makes Who sells
A H U M A N. Snake oil
Who handles from butt
Organizations OF
CRINGE It is New Racket. Tennis grafted with A SYRINGE
Visual - Humans being made to comply with A Gun on Head
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The canny hitman wears many faces
His smiling face he calls democracy
Were you to hear him chanting..
You would be forgiven to believe
Freedoms.. rights, democracy..
He utters and funds yet.. SEE
Do you SEE your fallen statesman
Your struggling economy..
Your puppet H.E The president
The Hitman leeching the economy dry
Where will we sell our wares is SHE falls
SHE buys gold, silver linen, and all niceties
Where will we sell our wares ooh hunter
If the hitman becomes the hunted..
If shes smoldering in ashes will they
All weep.. you clothed yourself in finery
Said I am a QUEEN I will weep not...
You held sway ruled with an iron grip
Those stars I see on your turban...
It's rumored you plucked from the skies
Trampled like a rag.. and on your back..
How you love to SOAR.. what kind of being
What kind of BEAST of prey are you.. but
Will we weep when your judgment knocks
With your sin-cup full should we then proclaim
Come out of her my people lest you share..
In her FIERY torment when HER Judgement is read
Did someone say you now lookS like a SHARK...
Did you rise from the waters or do you sit on...
The prophesied, Waters, peoples races nations
The economic hitman offers a friendly handshake
In her labs, she is breeding virulent virus..
Extermination of others is her business parcel
Yet the ignorant mesmerized ignoramus
Claim they rule.. they are all bound in chains
The system, the system, chants the Rasta...
Babylonian systems chant down.. Rasta chants
Mary Jane Joint now lights
Where did we go so wrong
Passing Janja weed Ronny..
I will call you my servant SILA see..
Calling a bird of prey from the east
Zerubbabel YOU will rebuild my temple
Zerubbabel YOU will accomplish..
The divine purpose bestowed in YOU
#Bubble in time
Luis 2020 Feb 28.
Jesus would you walk with me
To find the true pure Easter egg
12 hours of daylight so we must start early.
For, there are many dropping them.
On every open corner, one seems to be placed.
Not even in hiding but trying to be viewed.
Some appear to have been missed many years.
With grass and weeds covering.
Ruined to its core from deception.
While, some have created their own eggs in labs.
From the wisdom of science and scholars.
We know these by the scent to bypass
Then, we have many that have decorated.
So ,elegantly to catch the eyes of idols.
Beautiful in appearance but rotten within.
Guide and direct thy feet Lord.
For, this world has created so much division.
In competition to build the greatest egg.
While, leaving out the true manna meaning of God.
Pure as honey off an untouched beehive.
Not corrupted by the hands of man.
For we have been given the true gift of the Holy Spirit, but as then ,many still seeking their own glory and praise of man. On Easter this is the Day Jesus raised from death and has given one's access to die to the sinful nature of death and raised up a new spiritual living being to be purified into the likeness of Christ, A Child of the Living God. That God's Spirit might dwell and reign within.
In, writing this is not to judge Easter egg huntings but to find the true gospel from the ones that were killed that you might inherit true wealth eternal life , not from ones seeking to profit. This, earthly world spirit is still in feud of all outwardly traditions of man, instead of inwardly of the Living Spirit to renew the mind to conform to things above. Not of the seen but unseen hidden mysteries and treasures to be as pure gold going through the furnace burning out impurities to shine as a gem of God's assembly line.
gangs and murderers running through our streets faster than clam chowder through me
lawless thugs taking over the local jerk-stop motel that caters to whores and the more than
occasional cheating spouse
booby trapped meth labs rigged to explode upon entry killing our heroes that save our lives
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VANDALS
they sound cryptic when they speak
the taste of metal marinates in their mouth
their fingers are slippery and the triggers sensitive
firebombs thrown in every direction killing our children
no one is safe anymore
to a thief silver has become gold
cars are becoming tombs
how far will you go to keep your family safe
kids killing kids
pirates kidnapping our dads and brothers
friends setting eachother up to be robbed
priests molesting our youth
police going on killing sprees
judges taking bribes
lawyers under raps
financial investors leading us to welfare
the economy is DEAD !!!!
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