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Remember from where we have come
once fools, disobedient and sinfully astray
full of hate and being hated, filled with envy
this summed up our being every day
Then out of the blue God intervened
The God of salvation did surely appear
proving His goodness and loving kindness
felt a deep conviction of heart like a spear
This God appeared in the Holy Spirit's power
bringing the good news of the gospel story
'He saved us' echoes from our tongues
filled in us by the Spirit who is Holy
Being now regenerated by His cleansing
with the Holy Spirit renewing afresh
in the knowledge of Jesus our saviour
who has saved us from our mess
So now having been justified by grace
walking in the Holy Spirit to be heirs
according to the hope of eternal life
this is the great hope we now share
(For we ourselves were once foolish, disobedient, led astray, slaves to various passions and pleasures, passing our days in malice and envy, hated by others and hating one another. But when the goodness and loving kindness of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to his own mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewal of the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us richly through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that being justified by his grace we might become heirs according to the hope of eternal life.)
(Titus 3: 3-7 ESV)
A hen to men
Mama's driving along to Seattle looking for her
runaway daughter, when out of the blue she
hears the radio host reading a poem written
by PP that's fast becoming a hit on social media
... life's delves not twelve ...for stave her grave. Please
Paris hear me, mamas on her way.
Mama then stares off to the other side of midnight,
praying that dawn is much better.
She runs
From guns
and men's
playpens
their lies
and highs
their slugs
and drugs
resist
their twist
she lives
survives
hell bells
bad spells
awaken
forsaken
she stands
her land
of worth
on earth
a hen
to men
she squawks
the walk
she's tall
to fall
life's delves
not twelve
so young
and sprung
feathers
weathered
for stave
her grave
Signed, Paris Pachecho
connie pachecho
12/29/16
The woman who sat on a bench
in the twilight garden told me to wait a little while,
The woman who could see
the dark times told me to be patient,
Soon the forest would reveal its dark secret.
I sat on the bench with her,
There was a tranquil silence,
Does quietude open the door to the forest?
Does serenity enhance the forest’s response?
Why didn’t she give heed to my questions?
She looked at me and told me that it was time,
I stood up and walked towards the forest,
A moon-lit path appeared through the forest,
As I walked through,
I heard rumbling and thumping sounds like acceptance drum beats.
The strange sounds faded as I moved further,
I hadn’t been as fearful as I was,
Suddenly I heard whispers,
They pierced through me,
I felt like I was being torn apart.
Some creatures appeared out of the blue,
I became cold with fear,
A creature came out of their midst,
He handled over something to me,
They were what I was looking for,
They were the papers that mysteriously disappeared from my room.
The moon-lit path led me out of the forest,
The woman smiled when she saw me,
She told me that a dark villain had hidden the papers in the forest,
She smiled, glowed and disappeared,
I wondered what had brought me that way,
I wondered what had summoned me to the twilight garden.
1
April 27, 2024.
At first we were just names on a screen,
Not a thing did our words really mean.
Two people just talking at each days end,
Two lonely souls looking for a friend.
One much older than the other,
But not old enough to be his mother.
Then one day he spirits did fall,
That I felt compelled to give him a call.
We started talking via phone,
It felt like we were not alone.
Both knowing each of us was not free,
But our friendship just seemed meant to be.
For a few months there was no contact,
As an end came to my phone contract.
Then one day out of the blue,
He got a text from someone he thought he not knew.
We resumed our friendship once again,
But there it did not end.
He started saying things that gave my heart pause,
He said he loved me just because.
Claimed he knew for quite a while,
Even though my divorce had yet to be filed.
No matter what given reasons for us not to be,
He says he is in love with me.
I fell in love with this young man,
Over the course our friendship span.
He gave me his heart and he has mine,
For him I will try to shine.
My young love is cleverly spoken,
He loves me, even though I am broken.
Life Beyond the Status Quo
Traveling far, far away from home,
Leaving family and friends to roam,
Did not expect changes it would bring,
To a life feeling apathy’s sting.
Had much pity from which to borrow,
Saw no bright future in tomorrows,
Never thought to make goals or form dreams,
Caught in a trap of MUNDANE routines.
Thought hiding my distress very smart,
Shielding the anxiousness in my heart,
I feigned joy but was acting a part,
No one knew the pain was so distraught.
Then one day to my utter surprise,
When out of the blue an answer came,
Circumstances and good fortune teamed,
With opportunity to redeem.
From plateau dim to mountain glow,
To life beyond the status quo,
Like an arrow shot from a taunt crossbow,
Hitting the target with precise blow.
Beginning.
Jealous and beyond my surprise,
I see the audience...stare at me...
A million eyes stare vacantly or with meaning
I know I must be happy, but I am crying again
He's looking after you
He cares about you
And I...and I...
Am practically priceless
Sexy sweat drips on the floor
I guess you don't love me no more...
Juggling doubts of shame...
Jealous and beyond my surprise,
I see the audience...stare at me...
A million eyes stare vacantly or with meaning
I know I must be happy, but I am crying again
He's looking after you
He cares about you
He desires you...
I'm upset because I never knew
That I...that I...
Am practically priceless
Sexy sweat drips on the floor
I guess you don't love me no more...
Juggling doubts of shame...
This love between us didn't work out
Out of the blue...I have no doubt
In my mind that you weren't the kind of friend I once knew
But, I'm stronger than you...I'm sure it's true
I'm sure it's true that you're not my kind
I'm left behind, only to find
Your shadows and reflections of plenty
Turn the music up for a few minutes please
You are as tasty as crackers with cheese on it
And I...and I...
Am practically out of my mind right now
Somehow, there's some hope in store
I want to live, but to live in reality -
I'm an attention whore and more...
more...
I adore not I...
I adore not I...
why? Why?
Left behind to the core
Go ahead and slam that door
Say it behind my back -
The insults that are lined up in a rack
You gossiper...
You traitor...
You foolish brat...
You snitch...
You nasty hoe...
Get lost...
Slit me and please me -
My blood runs freely
JUST GO....GO WITH THE FLOW
You...ahhh...you...
You are nothing to me at this moment
This anger tortures me so...I never meant
To leave scars on my own body
I am the only one that understands
Where I stand
In my so-called house...
I'm as sneaky as a rat or a mouse
I like being abused,
But I hate the aftershocks of being used
Bullied most of my life
I'm pretty sure it hurts being handsome and having to deal with perpetual strife
The End.
I laid me body stomach down atop a grassy knoll...
here at Highland Manor Apartments
earlier today Juneteenth 2022,
(a pitch perfect spring day)
with serious intent to read
seat of the pants suspense thriller
The New Comprehensive
A-Z Crossword Dictionary.
Invariably, yours truly
quickly experienced drowsiness,
succumbed to deep sleep
and dreamt being linkedin
with livingsocially off the grid
among ecological, liberal, social minded
people progressive in act, deed, and thought
versus participating in consumerist paradigm.
As a conscious conscientious counterpart
the missus shops with a conscience
and yours truly considers her price savvy
when she purchases groceries
at ALDI, Giant, LIDL, or other supermarket.
Impossible mission to adopt modus operandi,
whereby wife would entertain notion to husband
energy garnering fruits and vegetables
courtesy sweat equity
since we lack basic homesteading skills,
nor consider either of us
adequately financially solvent
to contact compatible intentional community
since requisite criteria
require a healthy monetary stash of money.
Unlikely substantial windfall will appear out of the blue,
nor grandiose wish to draw winning lottery ticket,
thus sobering truth to burnish marketable skills
finds me seek assistance
courtesy office of vocational rehabilitation in general
and counselor Donna Marchese in particular,
which most likely entails
securing training to learn Microsoft Office Applications.
More precisely, some familiarity exists
regarding understanding computer software
since admission of foolhardiness
now averred how countless golden opportunities
slipped thru these ofttimes sweaty fingers.
Though never successfully completed,
received funding back in the day from:
CETA, O(ffice) of V(ocational) R(ehabilitation)
twice before whereby
the former and/or latter program
allocated unspecified dollars
(poor Ray McNeil, the first OVR counselor,
whose tiresome love's labour's lost for naught)
in an effort to acquire gainful employment,
which in all honesty sabotaged
cause of that bugaboo severe social anxiety
more specifically diagnosed
as schizoid personality disorder;
no shame to admit mental health crisis.
Closer to you
As life would have it
I met you by chance
Never thought you would give me
a second glance
You even tried hiding from me,
like you always do
There's nothing I wouldn't do
to get closer to you
How can it be that you
are standing next to me?
when it's plain for all to see
you're way out of my league
God answered my prayers,
you came right out of the blue
Now there's nothing I wouldn't do,
to get closer to you
Chorus
Closer to you is... where I want to be
me loving you for all eternity
Being beside you sets my soul free
Closer to you is...where I want to be
Suddenly my life started
to make much more sense
We were finally together,
in the present tense
The impossible is happening,
but I know that it's true
Now there's nothing I wouldn't do
to get closer to you
I showed you my love,
gave you my true devotion
You started realizing,
it was a valuable emotion
Your heart finally melted
and you said to me I do
Now there's nothing I wouldn't do,
to get closer to you
Chorus
I know that I've been blessed,
wouldn't take that for granted
How our love has grown,
all my fears have been supplanted
Many years have passed,
they've been more than just a few
Now I'll spend eternity and forever,
getting closer to you
Chorus repeat
fade
John Derek Hamilton
April 12, 2016
We wrote together and had so much fun
Then there was silence …
I wondered what I’d done
Days turned to weeks
Weeks turned to months
Finally I managed to track you down
You had not been well
But you were still thinking of me
Over the months I wrote letters and cards
Sent you small gifts and some of my poetry
Just so you knew
I was always thinking of you
Months passed with little news
But I never gave up hoping
We both shared a dream
Once again we would be a writing team
Suddenly quite out of the blue
In August an e-mail arrived from you
You were finally on the mend
Oh joy of joys my special friend!
So after a year we are reunited
Writing again - we are quite delighted
A friendship so strong that anyone can see
I’ll always stand by you; you’ll always stand by me
For Contest: Stand By Your Man
Sponsor: Silent One
12th September 2015
Her Spectrum of Light
She travels across the time zones and leaves her colors trailing in the sky,
Her prismatic spectrum tears through the ethereal air like a knife of mystery high,
Rainbow spears arc and shatter in the blinding and cold and brilliant light,
And in my dreams beneath amber skies... she passes through the night.
Angelic and incandescent she paints the sweetest forms I have ever seen,
Drifting on the desert winds like a prismatic ghost of what has never been,
Dripping ruined beauty from pillar to pillar of mystic and living light,
She is the telepathic temptress breathing winter sleep and summer sighs of night.
Emerald light refracts in her eyes like cracked and shining ice so bright,
And I watch her from my amber dream... without strength... without the right,
She walks upon the dunes of my memory with bare feet in the morning gold,
Combing through the golden beaches of the past... with her fingers... and her stories told.
The morning sun kisses the glacial seas of pale and gentle blue,
And she emerges from that light like a form that is born out of the blue,
Her spectrographic colors launch arcs of light through the ethereal air and stream,
And I melt inside her prismatic dream... fulfilled... and lost in a chimeric gleam.
On the desert winds she flickers like a ghost of colors and of magic rare,
A temptress breathing winter and summer in the same nostalgic breath of air,
Her jets of light interweave with the blazing and blinding solar flares,
And her ruined beauty falls from pillar to pillar... luminous... and nobody cares.
I follow her across the time zones with my eyes of longing and of dream,
Her rainbow of spears tears through me sweetly and leaves me without a gleam,
She paints the sweetest forms across my amber skies with her light and art,
And she disappears... spectral... prismatic... incandescent... and divine... and apart.