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Good work,a praiseworthy effort,
sadly exam nervousness held him
back .He can think quickly,albeit
sometimes not clearly, when he
thinks before he inks!
He grasps new ideas ,solves problems
logically,never flags, meeting
difficulties with enthusiasm;outstripping
others by steady application,rather than sheer
brilliance, such effort can cost him dear.
Mastering essentials ,he sets his bar,quickly
learning from his mistakes.He is responsible
and organised,always pleasant and courteous,
and thoughtful of others. In his own quiet
way, a born leader, a boy of character &
commonsense.We think highly of him.
Like gladiators, though in suits,
They marched onto the stage,
Their confidence or nervousness
Impossible to gauge.
The moderator welcomed them.
The crowd gave their applause;
And then we held our breaths, in hope
Of seeing someone’s flaws.
Their words lashed out, attacking,
Modern weapons they were wielding;
And both repeated errors –
To the truth they weren’t yielding.
We squirmed a bit at things they said
And silently entreated,
Encouraging our candidate
To not act so defeated.
The commentators waited
‘Til the battle reached its end
And then declared the winner,
Which supporters would defend.
At home, we turned the tube off
And, elated or dismayed,
We wondered if the undecided
Might have gotten swayed.
With two more competitions
Plus the VP’s set to meet,
It’s too soon to determine
Who will end up in defeat.
Me behind the wheel
But something amiss
Not the usual
'In control' feel
Visibility almost zero
Foggy windscreen
Nothing can be seen
I turn the ignition off
Can’t switch off
Nervousness, anxiety
What to do?
Getting fidgety
Let me adjust
The rear mirror
Wooh….ah….
Everything so clear
So close
The fun, the laughter
And all those
Memories nostalgic
Life on
A leisurely
Rewind mode
Flooding me with images
Saying, 'Take your pick'
I happily
Almost greedily
Embrace the past
Lost in those good old days
A voice says
'Hurry! Press the accelerator
Otherwise you’ll reach last'
Visibility has increased
But I don’t pay heed
Simply smile
Gently turn the key
Engine purrs to life
Lovely sound
Never noticed it
For all this and more
It’s 'Thank You COVID'
I praise God that you are my owner, trainer, friend...
who always appreciates my loving loyalty as I experience such
from you, since you live out your faith and practice the Bible verse
"A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast.”
Bear with my nervousness through my whining
as I prepare for my “Thanksgiving Speech”
in the scheduled Animal Welfare Society Convention
where you and your household will be honored as
this year’s distinguished foster family for dogs.
Though we have an obvious language barrier,
you always make a way to understand me,
as well as to show me how to comprehend you,
through your sensitive and sensible dealings
moved with care and love, along with prudence.
How blessed am I to have you and your family
adopting me, making me a part of your home.
So delighted was I the first time I heard you
calling me “Aleli” with joyful affection
asserting that as my precious name
with my special identity as a canine "Aspin"*.
Aside from providing for my needs, including my wants,
like my pretty accessories and toys of all sorts
you even pray for me, and let me witness your
Bible studies and fellowships, I proudly guard.
Well, I hope to organize such with fellow dogs…
as long as your discernment favors it.
What more can I ask? Please be patient
with me and my quirks.
Again, thanks so much; and yes,
I just learned that you did your best
to give my sibling a decent burial
after you found him abandoned.
I rejoice with you in today’s tribute
for you and your family.
May you continually
“regard the life of your beast”**
by God’s grace. Amen!
*Aspin in our country is short for “Asong Pinoy” which means Filipino dog.
**Proverbs 12:10 A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast...
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An impulse, like hunger or thirst, that marks,
Need for defense from a danger that sparks;
Nervousness if not attended to and healed,
Turns phobia and soon great power wield...!
Aren't snakes, spiders, and cockroaches creatures?
Don't tigers and lions have tender features?
Aren't fire and air midst other facets,
Function as Mother Nature's great assets...?
Why should I fear the dead and their spirits?
Aren't good deeds to the alive, my merits?
Can daggers or guns or cannons kill me,
When the endless life, in my soul, flows free...?
Psychologic senses, yet, are aroused.
Cognitive logic, like drunk bees, drowsed.
Behavioral emptiness created,
Emotions, for the sake of fear, weighted...!
Fear is like a rope that seems like a snake,
That, for a split second, my self does shake;
This, like a speck on a stream, flows away,
When confidence and courage come to stay...!
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November 7 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Corinthians 1-4
Key Verses – 2Corinthians 1:3-4 Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COMFORTING ME
Thank You for comforting me in my sorrow
So that I can overcome distress-arrow
Never knocked down by negative tomorrow…
Keep me hopeful about Your gracious go-glow-grow.
Thank You for comforting me in my suffering
So that I can fight nervousness-tearing
Never smashed down by worldly gearing…
Keep me dependent upon Your ready uplifting bearing.
Thank You for comforting me in my sacrifices
So that I can subdue laxity-inconveniences
Never smitten down by carnal curses…
Keep me trusting in Your strong mighty braces.
Thank You for comforting me in my shame
So that I can face embarrassment-blame
Never kicked down by lustful game…
Keep me committed to Your holy missionary flame.
Thank You for comforting me in my submission
So that I can prevail over pride-distraction
Never torn down by selfish attention…
Keep me sincere through Your exemplary humble action.
Thank You for comforting me in my stress
So that I can vanquish difficulty-distress
Never trampled down by fleshly buttress…
Keep me cleaving to Your firm protective fortress.
Thank You for comforting me in my serenity
So that I can deal with loneliness-sensitivity
Never broken down by emotional instability…
Keep me settled in Your assured salvation-security.
November 7, 2022
Transcend Fear and Anxiety
FEAR and ANXIETY
enter mind endangering efficiency
acting awfully against analytic approach
Try to transcend with tact and competence.
Oblivious solution lies in dependence on self-confidence.
Out of fear, don’t lose your gear.
Value your skill driving out anxiety.
Chase fear challenging nervousness causing anxiety
More you are anxious, more you will miss.
Anxiety all around far or near, known or unknown.
Fear may attack severe or mild, off and on.
Overpower anxiety through your smartness.
Break claws of paws of awe : You are awesome fearless.
I never met her but I heard so many stories of her
They said she was angelic with everything you wanted in a woman
They said she spoke with a shy confidence that echoed through your mind and slipped through your dreams
They said she walked as if she was only coming your direction but she had so many places to be
They said she made you feel everything you lacked
They said she was more gorgeous than perfect
They said and I heard as I started to feel high and higher off the ground as I hunched in nervousness
And before I knew it I was high on her but we haven’t even met, addicted
p.s. I continued to watch you as we stood in the distance talking about you…
We’re in a young-love recession.
Gen Zers are slow to trust and averse to risk,
we have, it seems, a particular social nervousness
about interpersonal exchanges and the symbiosis of love.
So we resort to situationships (undefined relationships),
a stratagem for closeness, with zero commitment.
You can flirt; you can kiss; you can dance.
You can have a crush so big it blots out the stars
You can have transformative romantic encounters
you can care deeply and get hurt badly
you can, in fact, be absolutely wrecked by love
All without ever being in a relationship.
Thank God we’re only young once.
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Songs for this:
Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars
Busy Woman by Sabrina Carpenter
WHEN TEARS TOUCH
The twelfth of November reminds me of the day
when our paths first crossed then came to grow on trail.
Soon... all the days like waves rolled into years
as we reminisce our pasts: joys and tears for fears.
A pad with pen I hold to write what pops by;
Each tint and curve a bell that says, you and I.
The words are mere push and pull medley of thoughts
shaping a circle melody of heart shots.
Learning flower our way as our cultures shared;
gem writings topically crafted are compared.
Feelings flood colours to our world, closer we became--
Creeping longing is "our meeting" as this both our aim
Beep and peek are lace ladders to higher trust grounds,
every tap and trade a thread fortifying our bond.
The lasso tying our heartstrings to etch some rhymes,
vital signs checked normal but awhile raise second hands
Can it be that this a fruit of stardust's grand wand?
Or a rose waiting to bloom and behold upon bosoms?
Now the day has arrived, suitcases packed, I smile
a journey, I have dreamt about, many many miles.
Nervousness cocoons but it's normal to feel this;
for this my long wish as I enter the coming hours.
Distance and differences our silent enemies!
But... It did not stop us from thinking sound strategies.
Interest and love gleams as our loyal company
enabling us to draw verses of harmony.
Broken bridges we cross by grace of felicity~
yearning to meet eye-to-eye an intensity!
Along the wires we jibe to friendly deal
that as crisp December sings we will make it real.
The cool December made our wanting a tip-top exhilarate..
and from somewhere, a song plays:
"When you feel in your skin in your bones and the hollow
Of your heart, there's no way you can wait till tomorrow.
When there isn't any doubt about it once you come this close
Cos you know and you know that you know...."
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*** the last stanza are lines taken from the song: "WHEN YOU KNOW" by Shawn Colvin from the movie Serendipity.
©J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo
October 29, 2014; 10:05 pm