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equating dreams
as thought forms
by heart conjured
we pause the cause
of such movement
getting to the roots
body identification
also termed as ego
negating nothing
we examine desire
that so manifests
deluded cravings
again and again
needing fulfilment
in this life or the next
until thirst is quelled
surreptitious ego
offers specious logic
that we may accept
validity of illusions
of unawakened soul
and thereby stagnate
in our thought spirals
dreams within dreams
our soul is hypnotised
by illusions self-created
and so we live in trance
unaware of our true Self
resident in toroidal heart
being eternal living light
the very essence of God
albeit veiled from sight
Plato’s allegory of cave
defines our predicament
we acknowledge not light
nor align with sublime love
refusing to enter silence
preferring to be a captive
of our conditioned belief
a tragicomic tale indeed
In response to my question of, "What are you and Wilbur doing these days", Mary, who was 95, said, "We are taking old people to the doctor". I was amused and had to pause and think about that one and have been for the last 10 plus years. No, the pausing was not about surprise but rather about needing a moment to inhale the richness of their lives which I had come to know as one of loving and giving. Mary and Wilbur sold their dairy farm, moved to the city and made themselves useful in assisting others in need.
At around the age of 90, Ken protested when his family decided to take away his truck. Why, Ken was in no way aware that his driving was unsafe for himself or to others. For at least a year, we had breakfast together, and I was most honored and privileged to spend many hours with Ken over the last two years of his life. At a men's breakfast, we celebrated his 90th birthday. Ken made me and everyone in his presence feel that we were The VIP and The Main Attraction.
At a birthday party for her, she sat on a stool as each of us greeted as we walked by. She stared at me, and I'm not certain that she even knew what all the fuss was about. It was her 100th birthday, and Ruby uttered not a word, nor needed to, because her presence was inspiration enough. Ruby, Ken, and Mary have all passed away, but they have left me a much richer person and our world "A Can Do Spirit".
031021PSCtest, Poetry As Legacy, Line Gauthier
(9/5/12)
What is poetry to me- it is words of beauty-words of life
Words of love, pain and sacrifice.
Words of showing and growing and needing and feeding
Words of hope and despairs, wanting and cares.
Poetry takes you into the minds of mankind
From days of old to the present time.
Poetry takes you on trips that you’ve never been before
And opens up every door.
Poetry becomes a longing , a want , a desire, a need
On which your mind must feed.
It becomes a life within itself
And takes you to the heavens and down to hell.
Poetry becomes a flaming desire
And only writing can put out this fire.
I call it my passion while others say it’s my obsession
Yet ! No matter what they may think or say
Poetry is here to stay.
So many different types of poetry
For the different minds “you see”.
You will always find one that will give you meaning
From a loving heart to one that’s bleeding.
Jump on the bandwagon and take a hold
For with poetry “ life unfolds”.
© L. RAMS
Got up at four
Scored some fresh bait the night before
Boat and tackle are loaded offshore
Going derby fishing at the reservoir
Needing to stop at the store
For some beverages ice and more
This is coming together so nice
Been looking forward to it for nights
Even got in a fight with my wife
It's just not right
How she was so not polite
She knows better than to get in my way
Especially when I have been planning this day
Spending it competing, derby fishing
No way I'm going to go missing
On a day I have been derby wishing
Finally in my boat underway
Making my getaway to go play
I am here for the rest of the day
Sun rising over the mountain tops
I have my favorite rod that just rocks
Going to blow their socks off
You know how all the fisherman talk
Most of them can't walk the walk
Off to my favorite rock where the fish flock
Already stalked it out for big fish
That will fulfill my derby wish
My pole in the water doing my thing
With plenty of bling, bling to fling to the fish
Then it happens, zing I felt the hook sting
My pole bent with me clinging to it
I knew that this is where the big ones dine
Reeling it in when the fish tried to snap the line
Had a heck of a time
This one is all mine
Just in time cause derby has a timeline
Reminding these fishermen
Who won the derby and had the most fun
Gee, I hate to run with this Trophy
But the derby is all done
Come, Let Us Reason Together
Come, let us reason together—draw near to God above,
Building a bond so deep and true, rooted in His love.
Through prayer and holy fellowship, our hearts align with Him,
No longer cold or distant souls, no longer lost in sin.
For God Himself invites us close—“Come, reason now with Me,”
A mighty God calls fragile hearts into His company.
Though He knows our every flaw, still He draws us near,
Wrapped in grace and mercy’s arms, His love removes all fear.
Come, let us reason through His Word and through our prayer,
A living, sacred dialogue—He listens, He is there.
He shapes us daily in His will, His likeness we pursue,
Not to keep His love inside—but share it with the world too.
When words may fail, the Spirit leads and teaches us to pray,
With praise and thanks for all He’s done, each moment, every day.
So stay connected, don’t let go—be steadfast and aware,
In every season, night and day, continue in prayer.
Come, let us reason—seek His face, be cleansed and made whole,
He calls for all, not just a part, to surrender heart and soul.
The God who formed us from the dust still longs with us to be,
Though needing nothing, still He calls in love and mystery.
So stand with God through every trial—He’ll guide you from within,
And teach your heart to walk in grace, not judgment or in sin.
Without Him, we would lose our way, but with Him, we stand strong,
His Spirit leads us safely home, where we belong.
So choose this day to walk with God, to follow in His way,
For when He leads, we cannot fail—His light will guide each day.
He calls you now—His voice is clear, His love still reaching through…
Come, let us reason—
What will you choose to do?
Tongue Study
Tongues
Steady it wags
needing to know
more, about the
the very thing that
causes wars.
peace and pain.
I study my tongue.
Much has been said
about the tongue yet
how has it pertained
to my own.
My tongue has delivered
and served, it has given
and taken, it has blessed,
it has cursed.
It has been bitten,
and it has been written,
the tongue can be tied, twisted
curt, sweet, sharp, wagging or
bragging.
It may be your
native tongue
or foreign, it may be
exciting or boring.
If quiet is your tongue
"the cat may have it".
If you use your
tongue to speak ill
of the dead, you may,
challenge a force and
be cursing your life's course.
The tongue's confession's
may sweep out
dirty secrets from the
corners of your mind.
Wise words have fallen on death
ears, words smothered by pride.
truth escaped lying eyes.
Ignoring what you saw and
twisting what was heard.
Tongues may bond
with imbeciles or angels
forming positive
or negative energy.
Be careful, mind your tongue
it is closest to your own ears
and will affect you first, rather
before the others hear.
Be not at the mercy of
an imbecilic tongue
read their eyes
and duck the darts
about to be thrown.
Do not despise the
a foreign tongue
for it is the aptitude
of the brain, the tunnel
to his bilingual, do not
expect the champions,
to cater to the dunce,
or those who can barely
master his own tongue.
In general, I have concluded
whether you live by the sword or
stand on principals, I had to
learn to manage my tongue
as I would a loaded gun.
I will not justify my tongue
when I use its power for the wrong
and neither hold my piece,
to placate the sword of the unjust.
The real power is in
the righteousness
of the speaking tongue.
For those who live by
the sharp and swarded tongue
and wield words as death
blows to the innocent,
or those who are silent,
while others suffer.
May also die
by the mighty tongue,
or by the holding of it.!
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
I coil in bed as twilight swirls in dim of hours
Raking this womb , pained by angst --
While I transcend earth’s noise , I am alone
In gilded light of an evening so restless--
Hushing mild whiffs, bleak and intolerable :
Then, led back to soiled pillows
While dusk bathes a soul without sweet quiet;
As floats of sobs wail for some comfort
That my wails reach heaven... yet not one cares
For a lone soul needing a warm embrace
On this day, our tenth year of togetherness.
How the chill pierces the marrow
When all that this moment needs is a voice,
A human link, just this time... but then, no one cares
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3/23/2017
Phillip Garcia's Tale of the Best
~ Inspiration from
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100 words
Exemplifying genuine love*
Author of wondrous charity sublime
reached down to humankind with mercy
of passionate grace for redemption against sin’s wrath…
such is agape expressed by God: perfectly unconditional and limitless!
More than celestial caress
that pampers cherubim and angels
wafting gentle whispering of blissful serenity
assuring precious treasures for infinite legacy impact…
such is agape the Father keeps bestowing to abound forevermore!
Offering eternal life and heavenly home
Source of blessed compassion sacrificed Himself
moved with concern along forgiveness-sanctification
for fallen people, needing salvation from iniquities’ wages…
such is agape: active deed reflecting Christ’s nature of selfless goodness!
Beyond mere feelings of delight
surpassing ecstasy inspiration brings
heart beat Enabler breathes out soul-revival
quickening spirit midst healing of the transgression-afflicted…
such is agape: spontaneous miracle wrought by the Holy Ghost!
Sharing while caring, propelled through prayers
along trust-seal reigning despite grievous infidelity angst
upon patience, meekness, longsuffering though pride assails
tested, proven and challenged in the crucible of sincere altruism…
such is agape of faithfulness’ courage --- exercised by brethren in the Lord!
*1John 4:8 He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.
April 28, 2021
1st place, "Agape" Free Verse Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 5/5/2021.
Now I believe in
When the electronic machine said “I win”
Resorting in a town called city of sin
Coins dropped from below
Real American money you know
Proper start to my romantic night
Prime Rib, Lobster, and waistline ever so tight
This is something I believe in
Shaking my tonic and gin
Waiting for my next of kin
Suddenly she appears
Having a sneer
“Did you make the reservations for dinner?”
“You being such a winner”
“No,” I replied
After hearing what she cried
Shaking the Casino plastic container
That quieted my wedding bliss complainer
“We eat for free
You and me”
I reported
To the one I once courted
“That is what I see
Now maybe they will waive the entertainment fee”
Leaving my drink leaning on the machine slot
No longer needing another shot
I welcomed her with a hug
Since she was my love bug
“So how much is there?”
She gave me a stare
“Enough for two rib eyes
No lie
Shall we go
And afterwards take in a show.”
She then whispered in my ear
Starting with “Oh dear”
“Now I believe in
What you were past due in
Had a certain purpose
No strings or curses.”
Walking hand in hand
They passed a man
Who just smiled
Knowing tonight the deuce was wild
Paid off in style
With a pair
Cashing in on a lifetime affair
“Have a great day ahead with God’s gracious blessings!”
…Awesome message of triumph-anchored arisings...
Daily, I face life thru the Lord’s wisdom-bracings
Enjoying wondrous days of jubilant musings!
Sundays indeed delight me by praise-filled worship
Around friendship-bond and wonderful fellowship…
…Gearing Mondays’ pursuits of faithful stewardship
Within fruitful harmonious work-relationship!
On Tuesdays are routinely chores needing glow’s might
Midst smiting trials challenging my victor’s height;
Wednesdays give respite from grueling pressures’ fight
Thru faith-driven prayers for peaceful distress-flight!
With Thursdays’ busy schedule and assignments
Divine interventions become restful moments.
As for Fridays’ rush hours to fulfill requirements
Coping styles work marvels in harsh engagements!
Saturdays end weeks with productive toils’ harvest
Knowing that utmost has been done upon full best.
Though worst times meddle, I thank God for any test
Midst days* devoid of rainbow's radiant zest.
*Proverbs 10:27 The fear of the LORD prolongeth days...
June 1, 2018