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People look naturally for news
an inner desire to know all
so much time spent on this
you think nothing mattered at all
Why Oh why is this so real?
living and seeking for more
fills the mind as much as you can
the need is to find an open door
Look at life see all you see
so much to take in to learn anew
learn from communication to one
having insight to be always true
Mr. Jefferson, a statesman indeed
spoke negatively about people who read
the news that holds them so firm
becomes their idol by daily seed
Thomas J. wisely confirmed in truth
better never to take a glance to look
rather be disciplined in your mind
pin your eyes to learn from one good book
(Quote:
" The man who never looks into a newspaper is better informed than he who reads them."
- Thomas Jefferson (1743-1846) 3rd US President.)
Doors open, doors close,
life has many choices to pose.
Fear not the door that could lead to better days,
for life is full of chances - rewards in many ways.
All people are different with experiences
they go through,
one can not judge their future from what happened
to others they knew.
Sometimes it's necessary to close a door
that is leading endlessly,
and walk through an open door
- a doorway to destiny.
Cleaning out my refrigerator, an ice cube slides to the floor
startling the cat, and interrupting a locomotive of thought
that often tracks me down in a beam of light---
Today it streams through a window, where everything seems marred,
by doubt, and dust, crusts of ice and sticky jello spilled on a glassy shelf.
Oh, not the first time, this revelation of light,
I've had it before while kneeling on the floor as I do now,
and many times that I've knelt on a floor,
to clean up my messes,...
praying for help, praying for light, praying for forgiveness...
and now on the floor to sponge up melting ice, water and tears
Raising a young family...a life so demanding...
Caring and nursing...two sides of the coin...
My father and children....my husband caught between...
It wasn't the impossible...but was never enough...
The time took a toll....why did it seem cold....as cold as the ice?
Could I have held out?.... Could I have been stronger?...
A little while longer....
I shiver with memory,... or is it guilt, and regret? Regret, perhaps shame?
Is it only the chill of the open fridge door?
Or is it more?... So much more?
Hmm, interesting metaphor, "a open door"..........
did I leave it open long enough,... wide enough?
Did I do all I could? All I should ? Was I patient enough? Was I all I could be?
Was I tough enough to watch someone linger,
lingering on, I ponder it now...
Difficult years......but a fraction of life, is how it appears,....
Now looking back.... black fades to gray..
but it comes back in spades, to haunt me today
A little while longer.....
I could have been stronger....
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While out driving, I couldn’t help, but stop and explore an old Victorian manor on a knoll. The unkempt courtyard was barred by a rusty old gate that had a chain and busted padlock to keep intruders out. My curiosity over took me as I gazed at the ivy and brush covered decaying building. Seeing no harm, I walked up the broken creaky steps on that silent eerie, deafening evening as a cold chill raced up my spine, even though I had a warm winter coat on.
To my surprise the weather-beaten door opened slightly when I knocked on it. After peeking in, I slowly stepped inside to a musty smelling great- room. As I started walking across the creaking rumbling floorboards, a warm breeze blew pasted me and slammed the front door shut. I jumped and let out a tide of nervous mumbling as I moved farther inside. There was a barren feeling of life as I eyed the dark musty, rundown old neglected house.
Dry rot had taken over the ceilings from being empty so long. Rats had run across the decaying dirty floors, huge fly filled dusty cobwebs in every corner. Despite the decay of the old manor it somehow retained a profound grandeur with an old run-down grandfather clock even though it had stopped living years ago. Making my way upstairs I thought I could hear low sounds of screaming, weeping crying of terrified voices. I couldn’t shake the niggling that something was amiss when I heard a loud noise coming from the attic that sent a chilling cold feeling down me. Hearing a door squeak open, I turned and raced back down the stairs.
Stopping in the great-room to catch my breath I jumped when I felt something rub against my leg. My head jerked down only to see a black cat purring and rubbing my ankles. As I looked up the old clock started to chime and with a click the front door swung open. Reaching down I scooped up the cat in my shaky arms and ran out the open door to my car.
With the cat curled up purring on the seat beside me, I raced toward home wondering what caused me to stop. I could be sitting in a nice hot bath or curled beneath my warm down comforter.
8/17/2018
Today I faithfully promise to praise my LORD and
Savior, Jesus Christ, God's only beloved Son.
This Thursday, October 04, 2018,
I have become exactly sixty-four years young.
And my new life in Christ Jesus has only really
just begun. Today I rededicate my earthly life,
to faithfully honoring and serving my wonderful
LORD and Savior. Jesus Christ.
To him I faithfully pray, while thanking him
my free gift of yet another birthday. If I
could ask him for just one birthday wish,
I would ask him faithfully for world peaceful harmony!
I would ask he would put an end to warfare among
the nations of the world. Preserving tomorrow for
the yet unborn little boys and little girls.
World peace and prosperity can not redeem
our souls. We can redeem them for either
silver or gold. Just as my birthday is free,
so is Jesus Christ's gift to humanity!
When all of God's special children are finally set free.
And learn the ways of warfare no more. Jesus
Christ has given people an open door of
opportunity! The gift of everlasting life is free!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 54/ October Country
October 04, 2018
Youth has its’ exuberance
But patience it knows not
Maturity found its’ patience
But liveliness’ forgot
Maturity looks back
At its’ wake upon Life’s sea
And identifies things
Which could and could not be
Experience: the teacher
Through dreams that motivate
‘Twas situations’ circumstance
Which helped to form our fate
Excitement filled events
While Passion fired its’ flame
Within that Youth resulted in
Accolades … or blame.
It’s smiles that reform faces
In Maturity’s recollect
Through memory’s open door …
In warming retrospect.
Time is unforgiving
But Youth can never know
Only Maturity’s Memory
Can make that Time go slow.
1.
There is a world on the moon
among the stars.
A pretty, peaceful world,
A created realm,
full of beauty.
It's grandeur is like an old left palace
whose walls remained beautiful.
Endless, just endless,
With views as if seeing the earth,
full of wonders.
2.
Water flows from the ceiling.
Its waters are clearer than
at the Balaton.
It's sound brings
cleansing to my mind.
Full of rooms, stairs,
the attic's wonderful too.
The beds are soft,
the chairs, the walls,
soft is the home.
Full of yellow color
like the rays of the sun.
In the evening, a pretty crimson,
it's color like
my healing heart.
The walls adorned,
full of flowers, paintings, leafy vines.
A chandelier full of candles in the living room,
which shows the changing colors
of the walls.
3.
A holy place. It gives me peace,
like heaven.
If I could, i'd gladly live here.
I would call this world
my next home.
Let the moon’s land open
this realm for me.
Or maybe a big star will open one,
one I can step through.
Anything, anything that
could take me there.
4.
I’ll wait for you there,
for this place was created
for us.
This house will be ours,
we'll live here in peace.
Let there be an open door
for you too, to reach here.
If it doesn’t open for you, i will,
And then you’ll fall into my arms
as I’ve longed for.
You’ll lie in a soft bed
under the crimson light.
I’ll stay by your side.
Then I’ll be able to feel
the touch of your fingers.
I’ll protect you,
for this is our realm.
Our palace. Our home.
The moon created it for us
to be together.
You won’t be alone, i won't be either.
We are in the realm of peace now.
In silence, just the two of us.
No one will disturb us because
only we will know about this place.
I’ll wait for you there. Forever.
Even if it decays.
Because this place is
a dreamlike desire.
I wish
such a heaven could exist..
(2024. August. 13)
The Open Door
By susan Q miller © 2019
In the winter of my mind there is darkness…
cold, harsh judgment and distraction.
I wander through the dank corridor
with an occasional flickering candle to guide me.
Where am I? Who am I?
So many years. No answers. I press on.
Yesterday, over a cup of coffee, my friend said,
“People don’t generally change.”
My heart sank. My feet engaged in kicking it as I walked home.
Today, in the parking lot,
that place where we leave our vehicles
and head out on foot in search of something,
a dearer friend reminded me that I am a “Full House.”
If I’m feeling cramped in one room, it may be time to move to another.
I picked up my heart and carried it out of the narrow corridor
simply by opening the door.
There, as light flooded the space around me,
I rediscovered that magical, mystical chamber.
You know,
The one that melts the edge of winter into a radiant pool of possibilities.
Here there is no frost or ice to inhibit me, no narrowing walls to hold me back.
Here I feel my warm cup half-full and waiting.
Hewn in verse and ancient lore,
It descends through an open door
To place its fingers on mortal souls,
On meager pleas on lifeless shoals.
Far below where creatures dwell,
Its surging scorn is born as rising embers swell.
Small shadows merge where thoughts collect,
And pierce the fog of day,
Murmured sounds rise to settle on unsympathetic play.
Cast aside each whimper lost within a chastening howl;
Hidden in burrows, mortals scurry
And feel the weight of worry.
Dark whispers mingle ravenous desires
From misty lofts in chambers forlorn,
From anvil thrones their cries adorn the morn.
From a heavenly palace, they scatter stones of malice;
Sparks of thunder pierce the night,
Then fade from sight.
Their cold embrace excites our race;
Unleashed hordes reap our toil,
And plunder our grace.
Define.
A poem song
Lionel Derbyshire
Leaning out the window
Looking up to the sky
Light shinning through
My teary eye
Perfect day to jump
Can by my last day..
Lord I cry before
Lord I have tried
Tired of misery.
Wanting easy.
Needing harmony
And direction.
Wanting redemption
Cant sleep
Need relief
Life too steep ..
Go to sleep
Forever leave.
Heavens open door
Is waiting ...
Chorus
Here i am Lord
Here i am Lord
I am Joki ..Lord
I am Joki ..Lord
Chorus
Here i am Joki
Here i am Joki
I am God
I am God
Close the window
Step back
You no wreck
Not over yet !
Not your time
Forget misery
Harmony calling
Fetching you
From the falling side
To the good side
I redeem and
Will not leave you
When you believe
My define now
Is you to live
Right beside me
Comes definitely
Your life so sweet
Wait ... hold ..
Chorus
I'll buy you
Rain ...
No more pain
No more pain
I'll buy you
Rain ...
Joki
Dont jump.