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In the night, where the goddess Nut has come out,
watching over her children as they sleep.
I was given a duty, as a servent, to give something to the king.
For a man ruling over land, He was not married or taken,
since no one seems to catch his eye.
No one but me.
I was given strict orders to go straight
into the pharaoh's chambers after his evening meal.
As he was in the bathing room, I was instructed to wait for him.
The palace staff seems to know something
of the pharaoh's desires and not me.
For I was lost in the dark.
Soon he appeared in his room, dressed in fresh linens.
Coming closer to me as I sit upon his bed.
Not a word was spoken, only watchful eyes on one another.
He caressed my cheek and slowly removed my plain white gown.
With the candles burning its golden glow in the room.
My king seems to be taken by me.
He lays me down upon his cotton bed.
He feels on me, brings me high.
A kiss on my lips and a stroke on my belly.
Into the night, we gave in to each other.
Calling out the gods from our mouths.
The love he has for me is stronger than the Nile's waves.
Deeper than anything I've felt before.
Here in the pharaoh's bed,
I gave him something that has never been touched,
All of me.
Thanksgiving Day 2024
Miracle Man
11/28/2024
I try seeing each day
as a day for thanksgiving,
I remember to think the Lord
for my sins forgiving.
Also, for His precious word
to which I try to adhere,
For things not being as bad
as they oft first appear.
Today, I remember all those
who must sleep on the street,
Praying today they’ll have
a Mission meal to eat.
For those who seem to be
with life out of touch.
While In try not to judge
their reason for such.
For all those who think
life has passed them by.
Looking back upon life
for some reason why?
All preparation had been completed
The big night was finally here
At three in the afternoon I went to dress rehearsal
Stood on the Gaiety stage for the first time - I didn’t have any fear!
Three lovely ladies
We were standing behind our microphones
Reciting our poems .. to an audience of ONE
Rows and rows of empty seats – tonight they would soon fill
Would nerves finally hit me, would I start to feel ill …
We had a few hours to kill before the show would start
Hubby and I went for a meal before I played my part
I dressed in my lovely frock – our act would all wear black and white
The theatre was a sell out, much to our delight
The performance kicked off at eight o’clock
Our slot was in the second half so we sat and watched the show
Joined in with the audience from spare seats on the back row
Time passed by so quickly once the show had begun
We rolled about with laughter the acts were such great fun
The interval came and we had to go
Soon the time would come for us to perform
It was freezing cold backstage I wore my cardigan to keep warm!
Our names were announced and we walked onto the stage
Lights shone down on the three of us
But the audience was a sea of faces in the dark
I was first to recite my poem
‘Seven men you definitely wouldn’t want to date’
Not a sign of stage fright at all
Di recited ‘The Fine’ and Irene ‘1958’
Then it was back to me with ‘Just Desserts’
It was the very first funny poem I’d written
Di’s ‘Night Nuisance’ and Irene’s ‘A Transcript’ poems followed
With poetry we are all smitten
With massive smiles on our faces we walked off the stage
Came back later to take a bow
The audience applause was rapturous – I can still hear it in my head now!
Last night I performed on stage at a charity event in front of 600 people … it was my first time on a ‘proper’ stage at the Victorian Gaiety Theatre and was the most incredible night of my life! The night raised awareness of Parkinson's Disease and Alzheimer's and raised over £6000 ($7410) from ticket sale alone - there were bucket collections too.
11~19~16
Should a caveman or woman accidentally wander into our time zone,
He or she would feel right at home,
With their keen ear easily able to interpret our not-so-subtle Grunts,
And groans.
Their good eyesight and sense of smell soon aiding them in finding a free meal.
On many a movie set.
With a home invite from the director or producer on the cards.
With real muscles and body strength dwarfing what we consider as Power,
Suitable for the Frey.
Able to leap from building to building with consummate ease,
They would soon adapt to our concrete jungle,
With their trusty club at hand,
Making us quiver as we hide behind the nearest bar.
Their fleetness of foot and turning speed able to,
Test out some of our smaller cars.
Their ability to deal to snakes in the grass an extra bonus.
Who would benefit most from this accidental meeting?
I think we would, as they would know where to find the best caves,
To help us overcome the housing shortage.
Joy
Watching the sailboats go by without a care in the world
gazing at the stars at night after their lights have unfurled
Viewing earth from a celestial window keeping an eye on
gaping at tiny babies in their infant nurseries calling mom
Feasting on nature, flowers, trees, and mountain peaks
following love wherever it leads when it lovingly, seeks
Eyeing life from a joyful point of view without regret or rue
Espying the spark in my lover's eye as he whispers I love you
Beholding faith with a clarion soul that trumpets all it entails
A mellifluous moment whole as the sun with nothing that ails
A hug, a caress , an embrace, tracing the lines of a favorite face
Day and weeks of appropriate deeds without a thing out of place
What brings me great joy, is sharing time with family and friends
Admiring the change of season and being grateful for its extend
Being able to go for walks, sing, write , and cook a great meal
Owning a contented heart that nothing on this earth can steal.
July 21, 2022
(a disastrous morning Sonnet)
I am the very model of a girl who’s late for morning meal,
my charger failed, the printer jammed, the morning’s start has been surreal
I lost a scrunchy and a shoe, I had to use some dry shampoo
my Keurig had no k-cups too, so I’m feeling like a total shrew!
Our pre-dawn jog went really well, but now the morning's gone to hell
I couldn’t find clean underwear, I’m desperate to charge my cell,
I got some soap in my left eye, I stubbed my toe and nearly cried
While brushing teeth and hair in haste, I wonder why I even try.
Anna’s got an attitude; she’s not someone who’s normally rude
her hookup so ‘experimental’ has an irregular sleep-in schedule
how’s she going to get to class if she’s babysitting sleeping-lass
I guess I’m not the only one, who’s schedules simply come undone.
I woke her with a gentle voice and soothed her out—we had no choice
My morning happened to sideways go—but it fueled this grandiloquent tale of woe!
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A song for this:
Something Stupid by Michael Bublé and Reese Witherspoon
Many and many years ago back when
Many were poor and poverty was real
Lay offs happened_momma got fired then
We lived rural with pork, dry peas for a meal
Daddy worked, my brother worked a job too
So there was some money to pay those bills
Extras were not thought of_real needs accrue
Then my aunt came with clothes_now not dullsville
They pulled out this purple skirt with those buttons
Purple buttons how I loved those jewels
Quickly at once they said too mature, hon
Snip went those buttons_no bombshell
Pressed the skirt_wrinkles gone poverty stayed
Today those purple buttons mood arrayed
Sponsor: Blacked Eyed Susan
Contest: Buttons
A Synopsis At Sixty-Nine
By: Tom Wright
2/16/2008
A time when life’s not chocolate cake
When gait has slowed and sight is dimming
My cholesterol is high and joints all ache
And packed on pounds are not trimming
An enlarged prostate now gives concern
And blood pressure looms out of control
Though for the hot wing days I still yearn
They have no place within my present goal
I struggle to keep my blood sugar down
While diligently trying to eliminate Carb
But most days’ readings bring on a frown
Eating has become just one constant barb
If it grows in dirt or comes from a tree
It’s interlaced with carbs and must be sparing
If I run it down to kill it, no carbs and it’s free
But remember, fat content I’m also paring
If my meal tastes good so I’ve been told
To quickly spit it out, don’t let it wallow
But the temp in Hades will be mighty cold
Once across my gums I chew and swallow
So I swallow pills to combat each thing
While heart, lungs and liver are still fine
I think of the adverse effects pills bring
And listen to my stomach growl and whine.
Hanging clothes on your exercise bike, driving to the corner store
Taking the elevator up one floor, snacking while watching TV evermore.
Eating ice cream out of the carton, overloading the dinner plate
Eating sweets and drinking sodas, always wanting to exercise just a little more?
I'll diet tomorrow. Hospital appointment and you get examined by a young nurse
half your age. The dreaded words take off your shirt-no sucking in the
belly flab now. Your fat and exposed and somewhat embarrassed. The room is
cold and your sitting fat and old. Professionalism is not to comment on the
subject at hand. She's done and you race to put on your shirt blaming the
coolness of the room. The doctor comes in and reminds you that even losing a
few pounds will be beneficial. On the way home you stop by a fast food drive through
and order a mega size meal for lunch with the big BIG soda. Driving home
sucking up that bubbly sensation of sweet sinful satisfaction you make
a mental note to self. I'll diet tomorrow.
Mint Julip and Pimento Cheese
Smith Island Cake and Beef Pit BBQ
Hot Pastrami on Rye and Cheesecake
She offered him the meal
and smiled at him
without saying much more.
he frowned and ate.
asking for only a napkin.
The cold of winter chilled him
to the bone. He neither wanted more
or less he just stood
with his back to the window
and asked
he simply wrote x= arrow up/ arrow down
and started looking to hauler mags to
gain support of his
endeavors.
Ole Fiddle Song
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"The coal of winner
the hoss man say.
disk is hymn say'in
disk.
ya'll know he say disk!
write chair he
say.
win doughs
hymn bacon the soda.,
hymn say!
Can't tucky Fiddle
Ball it More
Bells Mounted
York Strips.
Did@tic
Doer
song foo Ya'll!"