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De Valued To Create Oppurtunity

Twenty secretaries found his
Notes interesting. These were
the official words to the
Beginning of a music partnership
that was done for the purpose of
creation and profit. Twenty music
Companies sought a solution
They found it feasible to consolidate
there interest by sharing. 
They bought sixty acres of land.
They allowed establish singers and
performers to buy into the project.
They wanted, a opera, country and
western,rythmn and blues, rap, pop,
Folk, comedy, latin, urban, townsmen,
Soul,rock heavy metal,oracstra , gospel,
Traditional, modern,and contemporary
Singers, to build homes there. The singers
Projections were assigned with limited
allotments that cause the creation of
construction.A list of songs,was givinen
A time for a concert established, foodtruck
and rvs rented the space was cleared a concert off grid
Promoted, and the funds were meant to create
the new town. The hopes of eagerness to
Create a new tommorrow for those who sought
New beginnings and newness.The music company
To take the revenue to create a new company, owned by the
Towns people, and the stars who headlined the show.
The new creation to be music for a listening world
to hear.
They would use modular housing to create the
Structure. Mansions, restaurants and theaters
Yet to come.Business minded people who looked to creation as means of exhistance.Seeking, believing and trusting.
Form: Bio


Premium Member THANKSGIVING DAY 2023

T is to Tell the Truth and God will reward you
H is Heaven within you and you are in it
A is Almighty God with All Power
N is Nature which is the phenomena of the physical World
K is Kindness that’s given to us by God that we give to others
S is Salvation offered to all who would receive
G is Giving as it has been given to us by God
I  is Imagination of forming Ideas to create new resources
V is Victory given to us through Christ Jesus
I  is Increasing your level of potential benefits your standard is life
N is Newness of life in God through Christ Jesus
G is Grace undeserved favor and bridge He have built in our 
    relationship with Him
So let us give thanks with a graceful heart to God on this 
THANKSGIVING DAY

Premium Member I Am Revitalized Energized and More Alive Now

Serendipity sings her magic, drawing me to the surface
Of my most happy, jubilant, excited, amazing real-self.
Letting me be the most I can be, the best I have ever been.
Encouraging and loving me to be the delight I am.

Whirls of diamonds and mirth surround me, as a halo.
Faerie-like sparkles of purity and love glow from my real-self.
Delighted, enchanted, entranced, lured into my own newness.
I am revitalized, energized, and more alive now.

I am invincible, convince-able, and Princess-able.
Aquamarine shooting stars flow out of my aura, into others.
My confidence precedes me, as I float with new purpose.
I am part of the jeweled elves now, the Christmas faeries.

I am the queen of myself, the ruler with the most-est.
I reach for the stars, and swirl them into my cosmos,
Enjoying them greatly, but not half as much as they
Enjoy the powerful, assertive, heavenly natural me.

Premium Member The Season

Trees still denuded but burgeoning with buds
Will soon be bedecked in the brightest of duds.
Small birds renew flitting amid bursts of bright song
While crocus heads from the soil shyly  push  up along.

Freshness and newness is what they declare
When brightness and music do fill the air
Hope and joy in simplicity blend
With which no other season can ever contend.

Summer's profusion ,autumn's decay,
Winter bleak, brightened but by Christmas Day
Yet spring with its simple and artless style
Young and old alike doth beguile.

Vivaldi's Four Seasons, a work of great art,
Depicts the cycle with humour and heart
But the princess of seasons stands merrily  played
To leave the rest in its shy little shade.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Big History

Big History

This exciting program
envisioned in the country down under
and with Bill Gates' enthusiastic resources
steps out boldly in the right direction..
We all remember our history lessons:
facts on a timeline taxing young memories..
The newness here is the integrative imagination
no event stands alone..but must be viewed from
a very wide integrative lens..
What are the drawbacks..?
Matter remains crowned as fundamental truth
despite the words of integration and wholeness..
Big History represents a flip underway
toward the recognition..not far away
that wholeness..consciousness..awareness 
these expressions of the Big Formula: I am..
must come first..
With the Formula's iterating colorations arriving 
with thinking and perceiving..as each of us are
engaged in this moment...

(for background see:  polarityinplay.blogspot.com


Liwat Rib

In 1958 we saw the end of an era.
Mused the Curtiss Wright scholar.
he told a crowd of people
that an America that didn't
trust in the newness of creativity
would see a day were only exterior machines
would be looked at as something American enough
to be bought. Standing on the Promises of Yesteryear he
saw using the brands of yesteryear as the way to
move America forward.
He talked of reinventing the way we travel.
By moving the design forward
and never looking back.
Not using the samples of yesterday: but
creating new product under a Brand Name recogniable
enough to create family oriented appeal to modern auto's..
Bringing people together in the ailenment of futuristic design.
Creating quality Auto's and Luxury Products
were people from all ages could be proud to spend and buy.
The aquistion of Parkard motor Company:
to create from the sketch pad, a product
that would rival all companies. Building both
handcrafted timepeices
and the manufacturing of
products that would set the standard for quality
across the globe. He ended his speech
saying" Packard: where have you Been!"
Form: Bio

Premium Member God Has Given You Newness-

Oh, Little Flower;
Sprout rise up;
And Inspire;
Stand 
Ever tall;
I missed the showers;

God has given you newness

Lo!  listen my God has said... 
He said why I am about to do 
Do something new see I have already begun; 
I've already begun 
Do you not see it my daughter my son;
Hallelujah

God had given you newness

As little children running play about easily learn and be inspired Stan effort all be strong and miss this sinful World showers;
Hello listen my God;
He says when I am about to do;
Do something new 
See I have already begun;
I've already begun don't you;
See do you not see it my daughter my son;

 Hallelujah
God has given you something new

9/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  ©2019

Premium Member Falling Leaves

Swirling through the frostlike air,
Hesitating long enough to compare
Sunlight’s joy and moon’s gentle stare

Whirling through the bitter dawn,
Silencing the whispers who feed on…
Verdant echoes, descending on the lawn

Twirling through the twilight’s embrace,
Lending light to the eternal flame’s chase,
Evident that these leaves bring gentling grace

Curling through the enchanted sun’s serenity,
Singing of the falling leaves rustling amenity,
Breathing glorious light over the soul’s identity

Hurling through the forests and trees,
Rhythms of joy, so soft, soundless in the breeze, 
Laughing and singing, the harvest agrees…

Wherever there is the joy of autumn’s light,
There is a wonderful, seldom so bright…
With the melody of the season, despite darkest night….

Falling leaves bring a perfection that can’t be spoken
Caressing the soul with a promise that can’t be broken,
Remembering this amazing world where I’ve just awoken…

Trembling with the newness, the faith and inspiration
Discovered on the wings of hope, the honesty, the elation…
All the glory of a world, a season, falling leaves quiet migration
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member THE TRUMPET SOUNDS

You had opportunity
The trumpet sounds
Thunder cracks
Lightning flashes
The Earth is shaken
Day of redemption
Judgement on the Earth
Punishment in wrath
Final cries
The books are opened
Seal of everlasting in behold
Fire of Hell
Confessions beyond belief
Predicted years ago
Time and moment at hand
Earth with an enriched newness
Many Souls will witness
Pity not
Heaven has spoken
You chose to disobey
Now Earth will play
There ae no further words to say
Eternity has risen
Darkness prevails
Ready or not is just too late
Earth’s fate
This is the precise date
The trumpet has sounded
Judgement time hour
Words of comfort can’t save you
Now is Heaven’s time to pursue
There’s nothing more Earth can do.

Premium Member My Dad

My Dad
By Curtis Johnson

In all appearances, his feet were firmly planted in our southern home town
It seemed clear that daddy’s life was fixed and fashioned  on the grounds of Dixie
But I’m also certain, there were times I heard his heart beating a different sound

A hard working dad and a stay-at-home mom: all respectables
A live-in grand mom, obedient children, and a dog name jack,                                                                              a quiet place for kids to live, grow, and thrive: all commendables
Food, clothing, shelter, and transportation: all predictables
Church, school, work, and information: all expectables

Yes, stability was the real McCoy in my family.  Everything and everybody,
Like the steady ticking of a clock, stayed basically the same day after day.
Sameness was a staple; newness was rare; change is what we longed for.

A change of place, to explore the human race
A change of pace, to catch the sands of time
A change of faze, to rise to higher levels
A change of ways, to reach new destinies
A change of plans, to find our purpose
A change of focus, to chart our course

Yes, change is what our hearts were longing for
We knew that ‘sameness’ was always given the more
But we also knew that ‘change’ would someday
Come a knocking at our door

It may be true that daddy’s feet were fashioned, fixed, and planted
Perhaps he was dreaming, and in his mind, he saw something more
It seemed for sure that his soul was charting a different course,
Because we often heard him say, “I’m going out west where the
Eagles build their nest”.

I do not know if my dad was being poetic, or if he really desired
A different land.   But I do believe that he was longing for change
And I believe that daddy longed  for a fresh touch of God’s hands
And I believe that his soul was uttering, “I’m longing to know the
Master’s plan.
cj06162007

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