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Dough

The smell of French bread baking, seeps through the kitchen roof and the women wearing aprons of assorted colors and fine knitted hat kneading stiff dough in big pudding pans.  

They kept moving for oven to oven taking out baked trays and replacing them with new ones. They had a hundred thousand orders to fill and it  kept them on their feet all day.

 They kept changing shift but they could not complete the orders on time, they worked all night drinking coffee to keep them steady and sweet doughnut to keep up their energy. 

The sweltering heat in the kitchen wets her face and soaked her body but she continues to knead the dough for the evening show .

More than a hundred women in the kitchen bustling with activities and each of them has a different assignment that coincide with mine. They had to deliver four thousand breads before three. 

Five thousand people are sitting on top of the mountain, waiting for manner to fall from heaven; they have been there for five days, listening to the Greek oracle and the story of zeus and his life on mounts Olympus.

 He controls the skies and carries the signal of thunderbolt, the eagle. the bull and the oak, he gets his energy from the east and carries a scepter with a decree.

He was called by numerous names but Plato knows that he is always the same epithets is one of Zeus surname. 

I walked quietly into the multitude to hear what the lecture was all about and someone spotted me in the crowd and starts to shout, “I ‘m hungry” she cried, “did you bring me here to die,?” “Zeus has five children”, she said so give me some food before I drop dead.  

See them standing in the breadline holding long French bread from the divine, the multitude on the mountain has not been fed and you have to deliver five thousand French bread before Zeus emerge from the sky.  

The smell of French bread has opened my appetite and the women in the kitchen has bread galore to fill up all the bread store; place your order before you go through the door.
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Lord God, You Are My Offerings' Law Giver

February 2 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 7-9

Key Verse – Leviticus 7:11 And this is the law of the sacrifice of peace offerings, which he shall offer unto the LORD.

LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY OFFERINGS’ LAW GIVER
				
Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver, 
forgiving me of my trespasses 
Thank You for Your instructions that straighten me out from crooked vices
Surely enabling me to bring acceptable sacrifices…
Now, I give You my oblation’s best with all my praises.

Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver, 
freeing me from fleshly endeavour 
Thank You for Your compassion for my redemption-fervour
Surely assuring me eternal life of gracious savour…
Now, I desire for Your presence of intimacy’s serene favour.

Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver, 
framing me upon Your righteousness 
Thank You for Your holiness along Your loving kindness
Surely upholding me toward virtuous steadfastness…
Now, I submit to You my utmost obedient willingness.

Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver, 
feeding me with Your divine nourishment 
Thank You for Your guidance as well as Your ready encouragement
Surely gearing me toward heavenly vision’s engagement…
Now, I follow You with faith’s enlightenment.

Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver, 
finding me for Your regeneration-assurance 
Thank You for Your blood that sanctifies against iniquity’s endurance
Surely cleansing me, granting me forgiveness’ insurance…
Now, I abide in You, waiting for Your blessed appearance.

Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver, 
fitting me into Your kingdom glory 
Thank You for Your mercy, acquitting me from hell’s fury
Surely giving me triumph along everlasting victory…
Now, I devote to You my everything to proclaim Your Gospel story.

Lord God, You are my offerings’ law Giver, 
furnishing me with Your order 
Thank You for Your opportunities to serve You, my Commander
Surely helping me to win against the deceitful blinder…
Now, I humble before You with complete surrender.

February 2, 2023
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Living Nonviolence

But the tenants seized the servants and one of them they beat, another they killed, and third they stoned. Matthew 21:35

How violently the tenants acted
Besides beating
Stoning and killing his servants
They also killed the owner’s son

This parable prefigures the brutal death of Jesus
But long before being killed by a barbaric crucifixion
Jesus felt the effects of human violence and harsh rejection
He received a hostile threats

Sarcastic barbs
 and verbal taunts from those who supposed Him
He experienced the unnerving outcome of people whose fear turned on Him
Chased Him out of town

And yet
 Jesus did not respond with similar violence
He walk His talk
Not only preaching non violence

 but living it
 When Peter sliced off a man’s ear in order to protect him
 Jesus insisted the disciple put his sword away
 Jesus then healed the man’s ear

I am reminded that too
must avoid revenge
 If follow Jesus
 I will ease desiring harm to come to those who insist on being an enemy

The Notes of Life

The notes of life 
Am from another galaxy
But now  I walk through 
This mysterious ways 
Of men 
Life is a matrix
In this era of confusion 
Human are about to be digitalised
The nature of men are 
Changing 
While the men themselves
Is gone to an unstoppable 
Destructive ideology 
Those ready to sacrifice
For the sake of humanity 
Are few 
Despite the abundant of human
That surface in this world 

The notes of life 
Am from a galaxy 
Were peace reigns
Were love was the 
Mother of all existence 
This galaxy got no pain 
But full of joy
Never found now on earth 
What is the use of life 
If we are just existing 
To be gone so soon 
A life were is easy to be poor


The notes of life 
My age is not many 
But I have lived to understand 
That life is a teacher 
It experiences is enough 
To teach what it take to live 
So I have seen so many died 
For nothing just to get a life 
I have seen life take out of 
Many by force
So now  I understand how to trade 
My trust 
Cos from my galaxy 
I got no notes 
But here in this universe
Were evil humans are common 
I have no other choice in all
I have been through in life 
Order than to keep 
The notes of life
Form: Epic

Premium Member Psalm of Mercy

Oh! All of you blessed children of the Lord.
Sing unto him psalms of mercy and
psalms of Grace.  Some day soon,
we shall behold him.  In all of
his wonderous glory face to
face.

Oh! Sing unto the Lord new
psalms of mercy and
psalms of love.  When
we behold in his
mercy. He shall wipe
away all of our tear drops
from our eyes.

Oh! Sing unto the Lord Most
High. All of you redeemed
saints of the Lord. He
has washed away all
our sins far away from him.
Never again to remember them.

Oh! Sing unto the Lord you
ransomed saints of the Lord
of Glory. By his precious shed
blood on Calvary. He died
and rose again in victory.
In order to set the captives
sinners free.

Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 03, 2020









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Form: Lyric


Premium Member Spaces the Form

spaces-PECKING ORDER

Sparrow on the bird table


the hawk has a feast


Note:'spaces' is an imagism form .It has a title and three line ,the middle being blank and left to the readers imagination. I labelled it 'spaces' as the middle line is an unsaid poignant pause or image.
Gael Turnbull(1928-2004,a Scottish doctor-poet created the imagist Spaces form in his collection Briefly (1967) a two line poem with a larger than usual space 
Turnbull  called poems using his device ‘Spaces’, and noted of these ‘The visual “space” is,a pause or hesitation, even a temporary dislocation of attention’ .
Form: Imagism

Super Rich

All money in the world has become mine
my coffers are all bursting at the seams
Can't count it, for I do not have the time
I  know there's more than in my wildest dreams.

There's gold dust all around me, everywhere
not stacked up in a vault in tidy bars
to step upon it barefoot I never dare
this unforgiving surface, planet Mars.

Refuge I've taken here my tent I pitched
more Oxygen and food sent every week
we order it online, we super rich
to those with less than me I do not speak.

My telescope is aimed straight at the Earth
where everyone is poor, all day they moan
whilst I who could not ever wish for more
must sit here day by day and wish alone.

For contest 'If you were rich, where would you live and why?'
Sponsor Mystic Rose

20th October 2015
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

White Is White

There can be only one color, white
Others would cause confusion 
Light beams have certain properties
To move this process along
To burn the soul completely
To sterilize the imperfections
Being perfect has advantages too
Humans once were white 
Extermination was inevitable
Androids found them to be not quite white enough
Termination was the obvious solution
Pure white machines walk the night with eighteen feet
Melt the imperfections with enlightenment
Nature must be reclaimed, returned        
For no other reason than to keep the peace
There can only be white once and for all
Being white is the law
The law is right
Order is the only reason
White is white for a reason

Premium Member The Court of injustice

                                            40 years passed
                                       Judges came and went
                                   Unrelenting dates continued
                                     Agents filled their pockets
                                   Justice changed its meaning
                                  Shamelessness became order
                                   Helplessness turned into rule
                                     I shrunk to old and infirm

                                      Bankrupt in commitment,
                                             Ignorant in law
                                        Devoid of perceptivity
                                            Shorn of dignity
                                       Dumb sitting at the dais
                                          Working as a judge
                               Reflecting triviality and indifference 
                                    Deciding the course of my life.

                                        Me, the poor creature
                                       A human till yesterday
                                    Reduced to bones and flesh
                                  With heart broken, tears dried 
                                Sitting amidst gossips and laughs
                                     Of brokers and middlemen 
                                          Waiting for my turn
                                     In a room empty of values

                                        Diminished to a number
                                     Surrounded by greedy eyes
                                    In a place no less than a den
                                   Of heartless brutes and bullies 
                               Emitting suspense and uncertainty
                                   Killing the intellect and wisdom 
                                       Of a scared and tired soul 
                                Drowning him into an endless drama

Premium Member Thoughts Moneca

October 21st 2007

Thoughts – Moneca .

The past has come around to dominate again.
It has brought me into a lesser place then before.
Upon wings of time’s passing, drift memories, ecstasies, experiences of joy to delight – light up my soul, fill my empty, fragile heart with lost hopes and dreams.

Gloomy days have befallen us, darker days upon me.
Those beautiful sunny days, seemed to have faded away.
 Dreams of closeness have faded into a reality you create.
The dream has become lost, in what has been left behind,
now the essence for a reality that has become the present.

Fear my Dear

Fear has become a long, lonely, dark tunnel 
I walk you, with thoughts that leave me alone, 
on my own as you take us back to where 
I feel, as if I am no more then a substitute
for those empty hours that come to your days, 
when the thoughts of a Mr. Right, a Prince Charming, 
Mr Pseudo Intellectual, Mr. Elegant are insufficient
and your current pursuer, man of interest, is not available.
The man you’d respect, appreciate, give yourself to, the man you’d love, – none existent in this reality, the man you desire. 

B. J. "A" 2
October 21st 2007

 My Dear Moneca :

   I have done many times and will again, lay my ego down upon the sacrificial alter in order for it to be the girders of a bridge upon which you may cross over the abyss, the black hole, the seas of uncertainty, the quagmire of fears created from so many negative experiences that continually creep into the mind of your days, from a past, now long passed – experiences that have created beliefs, dogmas, paradigms, archetypes, control .
   This I have done – laid my ego aside, to rest – and will continue to do so, for you, because I care, because doing so is my nature, my desire to see you rise up and fly above all that has brought you down, brings you down, hold you back. This I, freely, do for you, with all my heart, soul and love, in order to support, even if I should never know, feel or reap the benefits because you have chosen to give to another .
   My ego – I want to be the wings upon which you fly to freedoms light, even though you do not believe nor believe in me .
                          Love
                                             Bill .

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