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Jesyca
A little girl full of life with so much love
for her papa. It was love at first sight
when papa laid eyes on her at her birth.
He was her nanny; papa never laid
her down but cradled her in his arms
until it was time to leave.
He was mama until she was two.
When he would correct her, he'd say,
"No, "Papa."
She was unbending and would repeat by saying,
"No," Mama."
He taught her to ride her first tricycle,
taught her to throw her first ball,
he helped her with homework when she started school.
Once in a while she'd call and asked,
"Papa would you come to school today
and have lunch with me."
and of course, Papa couldn't never say no to his little girl.
Her first baseball game she played on,
was a t-ball team of all boys and one girl.
Of course, she outshined them all
and took home the winning game ball.
She has been playing in the All–Star Softball Team.
Now eight years old,
coaches are watching her to get her on their team.
By Eve Roper 9-10-2014
The fae of the forest watched as they
Gaily slung the discs on their way..
And it glowered hatefully from where it stood
As again and again their discs struck wood.
Surely for their offense they'd pay!
Patience was hard as it followed and sought
A punishment befitting for this offensive lot
Laughing in merriment when their discs struck chain
Strung from the iron poles that his wilderness, stained.
His fiery hatred grew hot!
But the iron and machine that invaded his realm
Weakened his magic, did arcana o’erwhelm,
Even as they climbed and hiked and played,
He studied the lot and his hand was stayed,
Three men, two women shaded ’neath elm.
So he bid the day increase its heat
He bid the trees their discs defeat
He slung small magic to deflect their discs
Off-course into thorns and other risks,
Yet their discs flew to basket’s entreat.
As the eldest wished for the trees to stop
Snatching his disc in flight to flop
On the ground, its flight outshined,
A horrible, evil thought sprang to mind,
Ahead the mad imp hopped.
In the false meadow set the devil his trap,
“No trees? No trees!” And with an evil clap,
As the eldest stood at the edge of the meadow
The younger’s disc flew errant, powerful, into elbow!
Horrific thud, not a light rap.
No truer could any aim have sought
Nor more devastating than the nerve it caught,
Waves of nausea wreaked by such pain
Stunned the warrior, he couldn't regain
His feet. The younger man was distraught.
Yet on they played, and gave no ground
Stubbornly threw their discs and found
Joy in every basket’s clink
And caused the evil imp to re-think
The awful paths he'd bound.
Twice more, throws askew were slung,
Twice more was impish, hurtful magic flung
Once at the mother’s head- wisely, she ducked,
Then again, feebly hit the youth’s leg, whose laughter clucked,
Mocking laughter, his leg unstung.
Sorrowfully, the wood devil gave in
He could not defeat this family's win
Even the old man's arm wouldn't bruise
How could the imp do ought but lose?
And so did the disc golf end. Fin.
So if you, enjoying family time fair
Seek to enter the forest imp’s lair,
Take cover from friends as the disc is cruising
Lest the wood devil, offended, send you a bruising
As from shadows he hates and stares.
There is this Day
Of my this state
I want to work out
choices that are hard to relate.
It leaves me to adjourn
the pain eventually
to fit in what to learn.
It burns me to question
if I am worthy of worth?
Whole of my journey seems
divided
when whole of me still stands
united
with the heart I wished for
these wishes
to learn and the growth
outshined all the other priorities.
I am still here
when I tell I cant
make choices from
the choices I have made.
When now comes the time
to choose path
To follow or to create.
I stand still
to avoid
So it would become too late.
To make a choice appropriate.
But this doesn’t go
with the delay
slowly I am turning low.
So There is this Day
Of my this state
I want to work out
choices that are hard to relate.
Escape is no choice,
and fear isn’t the only Bondage
I am freaking out
If I could make to
this cycles break through.
(Need of some encouraging thoughts )
It was the summer of sixteen twenty-three,
When moonlight danced upon the sea,
And there she stood, like stars in bloom,
Anna, radiant, banishing gloom.
Her yacht lay kissed by twilight’s foam,
A temple drifting far from home,
She smiled, a whisper in the wind—
A queen of mystery, soul and skin.
I knelt beneath the open sky,
And asked with heart, not knowing why,
“Will you be mine, beyond this earth,
Through life, through death, through second birth?”
She said not words, but touched my face,
And in that touch, I saw a place—
A world where dreams and gods align,
Beyond the veil of space and time.
We charted course by silent stars,
To cross the sea where lost things are,
The Bermuda’s breath began to rise,
And cracked the vault of earthly skies.
At 03:30, waves grew high,
The sea did moan, the winds did cry,
A blinding light—a cosmic door,
We passed through space not known before.
Our flesh dissolved, our fears fell still,
The air grew soft, our hearts did thrill,
We entered Mozic, not by name,
But by vibration, light, and flame.
They welcomed us with shining grace,
No time, no hunger, no need for face,
No lies, for thoughts were clear as glass,
No past, no future—only vast.
They ate the sun, drank from the stars,
Their peace outshined all Earthly wars,
No coins, no kings, no need to own—
Just love, just light, just flesh and bone.
We made sweet love in sacred mind,
No touch, no grasp—just pure, divine,
No wife, no groom, no “mine” or “yours,”
For all were free to open doors.
On Earth they weep, they search, they scream,
But we now live the highest dream,
For what they mourn, we gently grieve—
The veils of lies they still believe.
And so we shine in realms above,
Two souls reborn in endless love,
A journey bold, a mystic flight—
From storm to stars, from flesh to light.
Jesyca
A little girl full of life with so much love
for her papa. It was love at first sight
when papa laid eyes on her at her birth.
He was her nanny; papa never laid
her down but cradled her in his arms
until it was time to leave.
He was mama until she was two.
When he would correct her, he'd say,
"No, "Papa."
She was unbending and would repeat by saying,
"No," Mama."
He taught her to ride her first tricycle,
taught her to throw her first ball,
he helped her with homework when she started school.
Once in a while she'd call and asked,
"Papa would you come to school today
and have lunch with me."
and of course Papa couldn't never say no to his little girl.
Her first baseball game she played on,
was a t-ball team of all boys and one girl.
Of course, she outshined them all
and took home the winning game ball.
She has been playing in the All–Star Softball Team.
Now eight years old,
coaches are watching her to get her on their team.
By Eve Roper 9-10-2014
They are sitting in a patch.
They are relaxing, and playing catch.
They are waiting to be chosen.
To sit on someone’s porch, frozen.
Pumpkins have vines.
Which is fine.
Until they are cut.
Then the pumpkin feels a rut.
When first picked, they have a glow.
But really, they are rotting slow.
But it doesn't end there.
Into the pumpkin, they cut out a square.
An eye and nose.
Then a candle, I suppose.
A jack-o-lantern transformation.
These pumpkins are sitting in formation.
Despite all they went though,
They are outshined, it is true.
By giant skeletons, and ghosts on the lawn.
Candles always lose their light by dawn.
They were sitting in a pumpkin patch.
They were just trying to have fun playing catch.
Until they were cut from their vine.
And for the rest of the season, they are destined to shine.
When Troy fell by the deception of a wooden horse,
its people fled bringing along their treasures to the shores of Italy;
and with their warriors' skills and unfailing scheme,
their destiny was manipulated by an accurate prophecy,
when Helen had a vivid vision, and the medium verified her dream...
Greece's victory would have been avenged by Troy's sons!
Whoever thought that these fierce Latins would have harshly dominated
and controlled, for centuries, the old world with iron and might;
subjected peoples of many tongues under one power called, Rome?
Not a fancy of ancient dreamers, who advanced hurling out their screams,
never retreating an a stifled spirit; and as they pushed forward,
more empires were conquered, and all were obliged to obey!
And in the heartland of Latium, on those seven hills Rome governed,
noble senators lecturing and imposing laws on both free men and slaves;
the Roman Forum, with its brilliant minds, required absolute loyalty;
among the most honored emperors, there was one who outshined them all!
Why was Julius Caesar murdered by Brutus? Was it deep dislike or unrestrained
jealousy,
that tempted his cowardly hand, to commit a sanguinary act agreed upon by
others?
Such a great and noble man stabbed by conspirators with daggers, sparing no
mercy;
and he who bravely fought the barbarians of the north, and gave them more lands
to dominate,
died a terrible death so undeserved and undignified, only to have his crown taken
away!
And many Romans mourned on his burial' night...blazes raising up to placate the
guilty fools;
enemies who plotted and yet offered him their false friendship, which led to his
mortal wound;
and without regard, they treated him unfairly and cruelly to vendicate their
shameless hatred!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Doctor Claw was an evil genius and he committed many crimes.
If it wasn't for Penny and her dog, he would've won every time.
The note would blow up in the Chief's face every time Inspector Gadget read it.
Penny and Brain did all of the work and Inspector Gadget always got the credit.
Penny and Brain never got any recognition for defeating Claw and that was unfair.
Maybe if Penny had kicked the Chief in the nuts, he would've been more aware.
When it came to catching criminals, Inspector Gadget couldn't catch a cold.
Penny outshined him every time and she's only about nine or ten years old.
Female Sempai, Geisha for her Man,
has not shed her feminine garb.
No replacement theology of female kimono
designing of tailored and defiant underhand.
. Her graceful steel honor honored still. in your gaze Blossoms bloom in beauty’s shade,
Elysia dances in a blaze.
Silken postulance gleams like golden dawn,
shining beacon of value borrowed form,
from a garden of maturity amongst
fresh starts humble but proudly born
against the dark tides of nightfall of gender,
but you swim stalwartly, gracefully rendered,
and tendered as priceless currency.
Unquestioned in your abide, even still in your traditional strides, you magically float.
Your curtain call and mode never surrendered,
your place not lost in new lies.
but stand tall and properly postured,
call forth to Godzilla or Gamera children,
taming these monsters with your aura-
of Mothera Den.
In a tale of the dance of shadows and light,
lance in kitten spoiling,
covers mouth giggling, endearing-
respect full waxing Moon of the Sun,
never eclipsed, never outdone, outshined or
parted sum.
Gentle hand waving soft,
identity, tight-rope, mastery.
Matriarch of many a cleansing breath,
in the balanced sense a)
You teach us that gentle always
bends things to its will. b),
You remember the roles of the old ways,
the tried and true enlightened pathway that turns blossoms to honey, pollinates
a sweet way to hold our eyes aglaze.
Graceful steel, a warrior’s part,
in the lines of a woman,
a warrior’s heart, refined adaptogen
you know how to play in chameleon arts.
Strength and beauty intertwined,
In her presence, peace you find
in her precision wrappings Man's great gift
you are that and of the receiving of God's in kind.
The Moon became quietly jealous
One night when I surveyed Venus.
The usual glory reserved for her
Went to the dancer with Perseus.
At first, she passed for a star
Sparkling high above a church roof
But as she moved down further -
Her ample speed gave proof.
Outgoing clouds didn't shroud
The evening sky of cerulean blue.
Enchanted, I stayed around
To observe her quick rendezvous.
Fair Venus shined like a jewel -
Like one worthy to be set in a ring.
Because she was so beautiful -
She sent a jaded Moon waning.
The wide net of the Milky Way
Was cast and failed to pull her in.
She outshined the Dog Star
And evaded sly Orion
And as the Sun moved below -
He teased her with stealing her glory.
She lusted for that power
And disappeared after him shortly.
Tho' I know her general stream
And her light is brilliant and dense -
She's been gone. I haven't seen
The Elusive Lady since.