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BY PROVIDENCE, YOUR STORY
the page would be blank,
the color of light
if his word, he’d omit
tight-lipped
no room to write your story
only his flame of glory
seeds, like the sands of time, roasting
BUT
for the flaming strobe
and cherubim
THEN
one seed dies
his mother cries
his father asks “why?”
the other seed’s marked -
i imagine God drew a cross
with Abel’s ashes
COMFORT
Seth, the settled seed, is born.
His brother, Cain’s a wanderer.
RELIGION
Son of Seth,
Enosh
“At that time men began to call on the name of the Lord” *
BY GOD’S PROVIDENCE
Mercy brings the sheep into the fold
scroll generously displays the printed word
filling our emptiness with hope and promise
CHOICE
freedom to choose - choice blessings,
or refuse, become hell’s refuse**
10/17/2017
*NIV Bible Genesis 4:26
**worthless or useless part of something (Merriam-Webster)
if we live our lives, by the 4r rule
this world we just might save...and cool
when it has a triangle then put in
the great big yellow...lidded bin
first recycle paper, bottles and the can
a step towards saving us...human man
next refuse the humble plastic bag
instead place items inside your swag
now just use and use...and then reuse
if we don`t...in time we all will loose
your garden will grow...grow...grow
if into a compost vegie scraps will go
save the water from your washing machine
in summer it can keep lawns lush and green
packaging say no...it will led us to reduce
the one big change we all need to introduce
don't let the bright colours caress or seduce
be strong say no...don`t make any excuse
can't be seen in the same outfit twice
curb this thinking or we all pay one big price
over consuming is the one big mistake
our world now needs us to curb and abate
we need to use some of our common sense
or we`ll end up paying one great big expense
don't laugh...it`s not so funny
you might even save some money
if we don't rise to take a stand
this could be the end of human man
for many a drop makes an ocean
it`s such an old lost simple notion
do nothing, it`s all a con say the naysayer
if we listen we end up being one big payer
now is the time for all to do our little bit
our old ways we need to cease and omit
the point of no return is close at hand
so together as one we now must band
Ghostly, my echoes are moans floating in the air
like muffled murmurs carried on the wind
or rippling waves across a calm sea.
If I'd been singing lyrics to a sad melody,
I'd hear the haunting words until they'd fade away.
Where they end up, I'll never know.
How far do echoes go traveling from here to there?
Maybe they scatter through distant hills,
whispering as if they're telling my secrets.
Gossips, repeating in the timbre of my voice...
always in a rush to run away from me,
like children playing hide and seek
who cannot hush to keep me from finding them.
Even now I still hear my words in refrain.
Echoes are mirrored images of my voice
but in reverberating sounds instead of visions.
Reflective and repetitive,
with the ability to mimic my words,
only speaking what's been spoken.
I wish they had the ability
to filter words I'd rather they omit.
Things that in anger, I scream and shout.
I doubt the reality of that.
Only echoes in the Twilight Zone
would be so bizarre to be able
to manipulate my voice with one of their own.
Strange, how much louder they sound in the dark.
At times we should not be afraid
to roundly call a spade a spade.
I shrink not from a reference
to a fearful pestilence.
From Leo the king to a lowly vole,
the fear of death held all in thrall.
Even the amorous turtledove
found no appetite for love.
At last King Leo called together
birds big and small of every feather,
dogs, wolves, hares, horses, cattle,
to join a mighty fearless battle
against a woe that knew no measure,
that revealed divine displeasure.
In a tone both low and grave
the king proposed a way to save
his subjects from destruction's pit
in a way that would best fit.
"Beloved creatures, renouncing sins
alone celestial pardon wins.
Let each of us search heart and soul.
to find what error played a role
in provoking Heaven's frown,
sparing not Our royal crown.
We too have erred, let Us confess,
sharing guilt for the present mess.
Often We - Oh, truth to tell -
a flock of harmless sheep befell.
We must not omit to say,
the shepherd too his life did pay."
"Your conscience is too tender, Sire"
From all such self-reproach retire!
That shepherd got his just reward;
for humankind no tear afford.
Us animals they kill, enslave.
The world has lost but one more knave."
Thus spoke the wolves dressed in black
whose legal minds no cunning lack.
The animals told, one by one
all the wicked things they'd done
until it was a donkey's turn
to say for what his heart did burn.
"Once I was standing at a fence,
For what I did there's no defence.
I felt an urge - o woe betide! -
to munch grass on the neighbor's side.
Some demon drove me to so act.
Conscience forbid I hide the fact."
"Oh monstrous sin! Abomination!
Betrayal of the animal nation!
'Tis this wicked foolish ass
that has incurred God's wrath, alas!
The court did not brook delay.
Someone had the price to play.
Cinderella had fun at the ball
with her Prince charming, handsome and tall.
It got late and she would
run home fast as she could-
but one slipper fell off in a fall.
The Prince found it and let people know
he must find Cinderella, although
her glass shoe needs to fit-
those that don't, he'll omit.
The contenders did soon come and go.
Not one woman could match the small size.
Surely most of them did agonize!
But her mean stepsisters
chose to be enlisters
made a plan for large feet to disguise!
They then cut off some toes and the heel
disregarding the pain they would feel
planned to fool the Prince who
placed one shoe and withdrew!
As blood flowed, he collapsed with a squeal!
Cinderella forgave them for this-
took them under her wing with some bliss.
Found them men to soon wed.
At the wedding, instead-
pigeons plucked their eyes out with a hiss!
Step right up it's all the rage,
it's the dawning of a brand new age.
The wonderful world of Iron and Clay,
finally our time to shine, let's not delay.
Come get in line and get your chip,
you'll have the world at your fingertips.
Head or hand it's all up to you,
you'll be a brand new man, when we're through.
No more need for cards or cash to buy or sell,
just scan your head or hand, it will never fail.
With this tiny implant things will change,
the possibilities are just insane.
The whole world now we'll be able to track,
no lost children and that's a good fact.
Crime will plummet under this global plan,
it's hard to break the law without head or hand.
The medical wonders, too many to count,
with these devices your health is paramount.
We will be able to fix failing organs and missing limbs,
with electronic replacements built within.
All these things will extend your life,
a fountain of youth and no more strife.
All of your hand held devices at your command,
it's all in one, right in your head or hand.
Now this new age comes with faith as well,
no more talk about heaven or hell.
We will have heaven on earth it's true,
a regular garden of eden for me and you.
All religions and denominations will be as one,
a universal faith and a God that's fun.
Fire and brimstone will be no more,
come to our temple through the ecumenical door.
Your sins will be forgiven before they are committed,
the things in the Bible you don't like, just omit it.
We want the church to finally conform,
to this wonderful world and all its norms.
Our worship will be without constraints,
do what feels good, we are all saints.
No dress code needed in this place,
in fact nude is considered in good taste.
Political correction will be our doctrine,
no more punishment for those who sin.
We will not worship things unseen,
but an idol once thought to be obscene.
Now I think we've sold you on our vision,
to come together as one, without derision.
Man has finally reached the summit
and become a god, that even God could covet.
" Beaware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's
clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. " - Matthew 7:15
I must not end this story
with a happy ending as many
stories that are written for money;
I have come to the conclusion
that I must not end this story
and enhance it with allusion!
My story began two summers ago
when the enchanting blueness of the August sky
was as vast as the serene sea below;
in November leaves change colors
bringing shivers down my spine,
I started to show some sadness,
yes, it announced its imminent and final goodbye!
I must not end this story
with a happy ending
to please none other than me,
because it's a real victory
being fair and exposing
any truth that the writer
may omit for monetary gains,
or for a conviction, he thinks
it's plausible and self-explanatory;
never conceal your guilt through fear,
and protect it from inner threats...
when conscience reverts to anger!
I led a very obscure existence,
shunning gestures of amicability,
not trusting in their sincere intent;
I went in the opposite direction
instead of embracing their trust;
my train derailed and went off its tracks,
I found myself alone and hurt
nullifying my invincibility as that man
who knocked down walls and intimidated minds...
all in all, it lessened my confidence
in strength and refusing to hear woeful sounds
of reprimanding and utter shame...
nobody heard my lamentations, I felt so lame
and fragile while my convictions
became opinions that meant little or nothing!
I must not end this story
with a happy ending
to meet the requirements
dictated by a distorted society
that praises thugs and villains,
and despises the virtues of heroes;
I must not end this story
and be acclaimed for my infamy
that will restrict the joy of living!
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Baritones Sweet Tooth Get's him in trouble
with his Mezzo Soprano Lady Friend
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He flirts with the Alto not knowing she is freind to the Soprano
who is angry due to his cheating.
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24 strawberries
melted white chocolate
melted dark chocolate
pistachios crumbs
golden oreo crumbs
whipped cream fused with
coconut rum
don't omit the mascarpone
roll sugar cookie dough into 7 inch long by
2 inch wide oval end shaped cookies
bake until golden and cool.
wash and clean
dress strawberries
dip in either chocolate the tops
coat with either nut or cookie crumbs
skewer 6 alternating between white and dark chocolate
set atop oval shaped cookie
decorate with whipped cream
sprinkle coca attop
serve with coffoe
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My clawed nails hover over library setups,
one is circumspect and so guarded,
where I quake eyeball entrapment mode,
with desktop oozing clever poly functions,
that limitless latitude bespoke of,
glowing brochure reference point,
as I adjust the red velvet cushion,
swivel seat design for comfort,
to buffer strained skeletal assembly,
the posture of my carcass inter alia,
composure, composition, connection,
apt for true romantic often dreamer,
I'll discover subtle prose and penmanship,
the fitting unfeigned worship word capture,
despite a cipher such as me at high helm,
that would bewilder straight from birth shrewd,
of that neat modern context sibling fashion,
but where and when must I attempt,
concentrate, have a stab, random shot,
whilst dour staff member's explanation,
of the obvious (to them) bizarre buttons,
array of digit stretcher obstacle extent,
and their tongue straining (at least to me)
cogency to this perfervid project soft spot,
in my judgement a prompt own enterprise,
under snug glow of one so deeply loved,
I wish to mould peerless pillow phrases,
in the parchment of a broad text field,
a blank vacuum outlier germane paddock,
inviting serenader ruby-rim pulse rhyme,
from doe eyed maven on solemn quest,
such as I to woo and weave opal gems,
purple moon of enchanted epic oaths,
that is shrouded linger oe’r poignant mutualism,
postcards, Christmas cards, birthday cards,
they are hearty plenteous in each type,
did I omit the jewel engraved anniversary?
if I did a paltry plea is mere trifling token,
for such incidental oversight benchmark,
yet I gaze bemused at such electric galaxy,
that coordinating camp dispensation on screen,
fondly touted as maximum customer choice,
dainty dots, divine dashes, hue stain icons,
one now has with ample deft adornment,
at disposal of this reluctant faint hearted suitor,
whose limp gumption might falter at first step
Just a definition of a word in many views.
In a day before the Great Summer came,
You counted pages and noted names.
1948 too late. In the other direction.
Missed they did when forgot a twist.oF8
~Don't you roll, Pie.man? With your WOman?
It's 195 x 3 again.
If the story is true, this penned elation,
prophecy speak via dispensation,
and the message read, only 'He' would know,
then where do you think you have to go?
The Great Sin that I can see is a sign in a time
when we were Free that we, abused ourselves.
Looking for a hell on Heavens shelves.
Looking for a battle on God's Plateau.
You took a book and declared to know.
But Omit you did, the Divine hellO
In timE, corrects, the knoW.
In the Light of sight I see,
searches incomplete in our history.
Counted One is all they did.
Assuming God's image to be of 'man'.
Making an ass out of them again.Amen to that.
As a Sum of God's image, there is everything
in which we live, from the trees to the grass,
creatures in mass, birds with wings and the
rain that sings to nourish us. Deep waters true
filled with blue and brimming with the image
of a written God too.
"Dispensation:
the relaxation of a law in particular circumstance"
~ shall we dance~
The action of
Administering,
Ordering,
Managing;
A system of
Principles,
Promises,
Rules ...
What do the books really know? To be defined as 'true'?
Used were words given as a gift, for 'Rules'.
And then as the Rulers too...
Have a fig... it's part of God V.TWO....
giF.t
And Newton? Well, he's a pretty smart cookie. ;)
So says the TV....
~Still staring down the twisted pillar I see?
~Beautiful is the Cornman's Bee.
~On The Apprentice, Amen called She.
A NOSE... knoWs does it not? 'Gentlemen'?
Little corn, little cobb, little oil for our Love...
of food! Yes, it's all good.
"Live long and prosper"
Includes all three, and the stoned
fourth corner is all you need.
1855 they said. lol I counted 19 instead.
8155 turned their heads.
5581 returned from the dead.
.... then seven years later, it was all okay.
One More.is starting the Day.
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Just a play on some words write here....
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