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I’m Face-Timing with my Grandmère, we touch-base once a week. I love that face, wrinkled, like wind-weathered driftwood, and she’s a wag. “Are you familiar with the ECB?” She asks.
I wince at this odd turn in conversation, “Not REALLY,” I say, searching my mental index of useless facts and cross-matching those with her interests, “the European Central Bank?” I reply. “Oui.” she says.
“Let’s see,” I begin in a bored voice, “Inflation – transitory or persistent?” I say, in my best TV news-reader voice. “No,” I chuckle, “Not really, I have REAL, boring-things I’m learning about.”
“You’ll need to - one day,” she says, like a tarot reading oracle.
“I can’t imagine why.” I said. “I’m writing a few sentences about you!” I interject, to both change the subject and see what she says. She’s the only one in the family who knows I write.
“Oh,” she sighs, “Am I young, immoral and reckless?”
“Yes, you ARE,” I assure her, “you’re the worst.”
“Good," she confides, “I miss those days.”
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Marriam Webster: a wag is a clever person prone to joking
It’s as if something had exploded in my brain and the whole world had gone insane, it is that magic that you feel when you know that love is real and all the doubts and fear had gone away and something appealing was here to stay, and it embolden my will to get up and sing.
I couldn’t see it but I could feel it, I couldn’t touch it but I could imagine it and the skies turn blue I know that the oracle will come true, oh if you could feel what I feel, you would know that life is real and the fountain of love isdripping from above.
Oh if I could turn the clock back in time, I would undo the hatred of our ancestor and unite the broken hearts and compose music about the sun and sea. I would rewrite the new world order and send love to my sisters and brothers and mend the broken bridges, I would stand on the mountain and send messages of love to the weary, and when the sun is going down
I would give thanks for the heart and the crown.
Can you feel the blood running through your vein? feel the warmth that it bring and submit to it will you have travelled a million miles and have made thousands of sacrifice so live that
You were meant to live so separate yourself from the hill, the daily complains around you have drained your mental and spiritual energy and you will never be happy if you stay there
The universe has so much to share, so come with me and I will tell you what I heart speaks.
Circulate the letters of time and you will find the magic words
That is perfect for your soul, it is the way it is juxtaposed and the oxymoron that gives you running nose is smiling. It is like the architect of the sea that has come to set the reptiles free, they know where they stand and how live on the land.
Draw back the curtains of time and you will see things that will blow your mind, go back to the negotiation table and don’t leave the room until a good deal is reached, then you can rest your feet. You will have your bathroom break in the same place
And everyone everywhere that is working on whatever deal will follow the same method to mend their heel. And if it’s not complete in one day, you will stay in the same place until a deal is reached that everyone can agree to.
Circulate my words and cleanse your soul, circulate my poems and make the deal whole. Come and join me and you will be happy.
I stand on the bank of time
Waiting for my ship to come
I have been languishing on the island of doubt
Waiting for my ship to come and bail me out.
I have been stranded on this island for many years
On a mission that has already ended for more than five years
Everyone has come and gone, leaving me stranded
On choppy seas with little hopes of rescuing me.
I am not alone;
there are hundreds of us strolling around the town
Each one of us is living life on its own
I have found a spot near the sea
where my spirit is destined to be
and my soul can be free
It is at that spot, the universe
had opened the doors for me
since than my heart has signed an agreement
with the dead scroll floating on the sea.
I could feel the salt water on my skin
And the clouds come thundering beneath my head
And for one moment I thought I was dead
But a stranger was just in time to keep my spirit alive.
I watched the yachts come and go
and ships of all color and crew passing through the village sea
those were not my ship and so I could not take the dip
I have lived on the island with great pride
Struggling day by day to survive
And when the storm clouds come around
We canoed our way to the secret part of the town
Every day I wake up to the sound of nature around me
And I watched the seagulls holding conference on the shore
And the waves battering water against the rocks
and my heart just could not stop
I plead to the universe to let it go
So that destiny can join the show
but when night falls,
you can hear the island people
entangled in a brawl. .
I survived on coconut, guava, ackee from the back
and passion fruit and mangoes in its season
and the cherry never stop bearing
and my heart never stop sharing.
I am waiting for my ship to come
And I wait for the day when I will make the final run
Everything will come alive and the oracle of the sea
Will do the final dance with thee
Listen to the oracle of the sea.
For Mercy has rescued thee
Listen to the oracle of the sea.
And your spirit shall be free
Shivering sullen, silent all the time.
Suffering, wisdom, alone and sublime.
Where, O my oracle, shall I begin?
Blanch, light of Sin, nickel, cadmium, tin.
Hollow are hearts in the hill-towns, and why?
Dreams are a mystery passing us by!
Doom, thy coworker. O death, say a word.
Quartered by each third for flipping, old bird?
Tremendous temper-fount, volcanic fire!
Crater, thy rim is a pinnacled spire!
As for springtime, low are the levels and wet.
Red run regret, roundabout but well set...
Wily raccoon, the coyote, thy peer;
Sent us a message to grind in the gear.
O love, thy caresses have hope on the wing!
Solemnity, siren's song, arm in a sling.
Weathervane, point. Pain, agony, anoint.
Lightning, thy bolts do the dead man appoint.
Rare metal substances, deep in the ground?
Sound may surround what the looking-glass found.
Foundation, deep in the ocean's body?
Flickering firelight reflected by sea.
Young master, time will secure what you seek!
Poets and prophets through boneyards will creak...
Zenith below and white-capped with the snow.
Stern as a blow thrown by giants? Then go!
Dun desert air from all moisture set loose.
Forest, refuse what thy gods do not use.
Dithering dervishes, dole and duress.
Grim gambrel gangrel, gill, gauntlets to guess.
Heaven and Hell, have you seen me? Well, when?
Foxfire and frankincense burned on the fen...
Sorry...No Time To Play UNO With Dada!
Forgotten memory jarred
beholding two decks UNO
materializing from...thin air,
(Spongebob Squarepants nonetheless),
I vividly recall both offspring
as bubbly little girls
their most favorite card game
both daughters grown
into independent womanhood
(playtime verboten shunted aside,
they now chess attend Life)
relished with zeal
beating pants of this papa
feigned shock, when fingers
strained to the max
grasping bulk of cards
heard the word "UNO"
followed by profuse laughter
which round mirth
subsequently invited eager plea
to play board game "SORRY,"
outcome already predicted,
but yours truly,
he indulged revelling
giddy atmosphere,
and willingly acquiesced
arbitrarily choosing
least favorite color
arranging game pieces,
within designated starting place
half heartedly perturbed
nary a dice throw yielded
thee requisite number one
finally after Oracle of Delphi
bore predicted rout
with near defeat
meaning either lass
almost got all her "men" home,
aye cast die for numeral uno,
gingerly proceeded to roll dice,
a long shot ambition
to advance my four pawns,
and exalt with sought after
glee to edge ahead,
but lovely girls strategy
and motive (dispensing, donning,
trumpeting... retribution – payback,
when supposedly this “sir” mean)
uttered sinister laugh
as one or more selected
mine "men" almost home
happily sent back to start.
January 19 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 5-7
Key Verse – Exodus 5:1 … Thus saith the LORD God of Israel, Let my people go, that they may hold a feast unto me in the wilderness.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY FEAST HOLDER
Lord God, You are my feast Holder, demanding for my best sacrifice
Thank You for enabling me to work with Your mercies that suffice
So I can overcome idleness and unworthy tiring exercise
As my tasks You bless with Your guided decisions so wise.
Lord God, You are my feast Holder, designing for me plans of perfect beauty
Thank You for accompanying me to walk along Your deliverance-security
So I can go by Your ways’ serving opportunity
As my feet stay in Your will’s protective duty.
Lord God, You are my feast Holder, driving me toward heavenly treasures
Thank You for making me win through Your grace, despite pressures
So I can enjoy freely in Your covenant that insures
As my pilgrimage You maximize midst granted divine pleasures.
Lord God, You are my feast Holder, directing me seek You against anguish
Thank You for causing me to trust You midst temptation to languish
So I can listen to Your voice I must not fail to distinguish
As my soul leans on Your charging might no one can extinguish.
Lord God, You are my feast Holder, dressing me up in Your commandment
Thank You for reminding me to appreciate Your wondrous heart-engagement
So I can learn from Your good and great judgment
As my spirit rests in Your care, comfort and contentment.
Lord God, You are my feast Holder, declaring to me life-changing miracle
Thank You for teaching me Your immutable oracle
So I can stand by Your tests and trials upon faith-fortifying pinnacle
As my body loathes the stench of carnality-contaminated fleshly tabernacle.
Lord God, You are my feast Holder, digging for me waters of provisions
Thank You for lifting me up unto Your satisfying portion
So I can drink from Your abounding filling rations
As my sins to You confess, grateful that You forgive my transgressions.
January 19, 2023
"Curiouser and curiouser!", Alice proclaimed
" eye two, am adore "
Seven ol' kin
on the strong arms
of Seven strong more
Mercurius wings by to sing
" ... Welcome to the game, Ein ..."
Albert said to tangle
so direct in his angle
pressure from the Sun
became my angel
so diamonds
in the dust
became a trust
I reflected...
Homer said two hymns
and so within 33
I selected
two pair
Athena said to Hera
"... the heart of a Lion is there..."
Asclepius ...
when the Moon is high
bring the twins to align the sky
... so eleven walked in
The cure is a miracle
an oracle
as a mirror,
four the mind...
" ... I am and we are Kind;..."
An Astronut, perhaps, but
a funny one too ;)
"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
You and I have always had a chemistry;
In everything we did and everything we didn't, there was
this strange synchronisation; you very well know how
our hearts start beating fast just by a glance of each other's face
and how the shine in your eyes ignites a fire inside my chest;
But don't be afraid, the fire isn't fatal my love, just my desire
for you and every inch of you, to consume you and unite with
you and all that you are, maybe more; come my escape from
everyone and everything else this earth is made up of;
You and I were meant to be one, the distant oracle can no more govern
our lives and our love; As, you are mine and I am yours, come
and listen to the warm breeze of our wants and needs and passion.
25/04/2016
Physics, allow. Acrobat.
Flip and fling out far.
God a-ancient of the cat!
Slip under the bar!
Why not you? Indeed,O crew!
Crown me and be done!
Witches' brew? O deadly stew!
Anoint, O my son!
Thunderbolts of justice!
Rain on everything!
Horticulture, thy poultice!
Grow inside the ring!
Tympani of torment?
It pounds inside my head.
Queen Dido, thy fierce lament!
Words the prophet said!
Allosaurus, omen.
O oracle, thy song.
Blistering blight? Bane? Bowmen.
Sad stifled are the strong...
Slick like hatchet handles!
O wound in heart, glisten!
Ten thousand foot tall candles!
Dark dirge, play. I'll listen.
Cold the core and chain! Cord!
Calderas, fill with heat!
Warrior, upon thy sword!
Sickly smell the sweet!
Troubadour, toil. Sacred the soil.
Blasphemy to boil.
River, raise up. Rill, rue. Roil.
Fate a-full, thy foil...
The twigs of March drip, and dangle ~ late in the day
birdsong returns. New veins leach in the leaf
there are florets of sap-sweet offerings.
From oracle rings earth worms rise up from a mud,
then wade-in to wet nurse the soil.
For the young, this is a time for naked toes
and muddy faces. For the younger, the land suckles
with its bare hands. The old watch the seep,
hear the suck of a million open mouths
beneath the leak of muddling mists.
New birthed lambs bleat to be fed,
be strengthened against returning lions.
March is kind only for a spell, for who can tell?
There are rumors of dragons in coming winds.
For now, young shoots struggle forth
there is a quickening reach, a tufted greening.
Dens and drays are fat with new birthed cubs
that play and mew in Marches bustle
uplifted now in a mucky coddle.