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Fires are ragging, chasing humans and wild life.
Smoke-filled skies are shading the sun.
Particulates threaten our lungs and
fill our teary and weary eyes.
Evacuation orders are honored, and people are reaching out to people. Loss of life is greatly minimized, and things we value are prioritized.
Paradise, Greenville, and Grizzly Flats. So much loss, devastation, and despair.
I pray for emotions, tossed, tangled, and torn.
Let there be less debate about climate change.
May we all pitch in to stop the burning and pain.
If only the rain would fall and stall the drought. May God bless the many hard-working fire fighters.
081921PSCtest, A Brian Strand 3 to 14 Line Contest
INFINITE ATHLETEAMVIEWER
In a tale of twists & turns of rare fight,
Mason left the Blues in hinge sight,
And now, a TeamViewer in flight.
Cole Palmer departed City in dead night,
Becoming an Infinite Athlete so bright.5
One left his childhood team without renewal,
Only to become a TEAMVIEWER,
While the other left his "City" sets
To become an INFINITE ATHLETE.?
In the realm of football's grace,
He chose TeamViewer to embrace.
From Chelsea he did departs,
To share his skills and play a part.¹³
The other, a boundless soul,
Chose an Infinite Athletic stroll.
From Man City's loving start,
He embarked on a journey to chart.
Wonders of football, what a curious plight.¹8
Mount, once mounted as a Blue, now in Red,
A TeamViewer, navigating screens instead.
Palmer, from City's nest, a bold leap he led,
Now an Infinite Athlete, dreams ahead spread.²²
Mount's passes now fly through virtual space,
No longer on the pitch, in a different race.
Palmer, in infinite realms, finds his place,
Two childhood heroes, a change of pace.²6
Different paths they chose to take,
In hopes their dreams to awake.
United by passion, divided by fate,
Stamford Bridge battle, the Blues celebrate.³°
Wow, the irony, the sarcasm, rises high.
Mount and Palmer, reaching for the sky;
One in screens, the other soaring high,
In this beautiful game, where dreams defy.³4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?5th April 2024.
??INFINITE ATHLETE VS TEAMVIEWER??
I was dreaming of a hunting quest,
feral, wild and untamed in a land strange;
then, outside my fluffy fur there was a change,
the bright sun was shining into our nest.
Yawning wide and on the bed my claws- pressed,
I am soft dark grey and a pet of one;
I like to prowl mice that in the house run.
Oh, on my mother's lips a kiss I pressed!
Well, I think this is my mother, anyway,
I see her eyes flutter and she does stir;
MEOW! Is she going to sleep all day?
So into her right ear I loudly purr,
I am forced to stand on her chest and plea;
Oh! Do get up and make our tea!
Then, she hugs me close to her heart with love,
and she calls me her little turtle dove!
Mother is walking towards the kitchen,
I zoom past her sliding on the wood floor;
yes, ready to do my part- to pitch in,
I know mother what dwells behind that door.
That's right, make the tea and in my bowl pour,
yes, in my plate my yummy food place;
and when I am all full we can play chase . . .
So sorry, didn't mean to break your vase!
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February 1, 2017
Poetry/Personification/A Little Animals View
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 8717-80-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Entered in the contest,
Any Poem Written on your Birthday
Sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
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For the contest, In An Animals View
Sponsor, Jamie Pan
Fourth Place
You put up the numbers
Year after year.
You faced every pitcher
Having no fear.
You have a great eye.
The best of them all.
You made it look easy
When you contact the ball.
A pitch in the strike zone
You gave it a slap.
Singles and doubles
Were scored in the gaps.
Over two hundred hits
Five different seasons.
Over thirty-one hundred
Hall of fame reasons.
You batted an average
Three thirty-eight.
Over twenty straight years.
I'm just saying that's great.
Eight batting titles
With the very same team.
For today’s average player
It's only a dream.
Out in right field
You were a cut above.
And for your great play
Won five golden gloves.
You stole 300 bases.
Most never knew.
Your career strike outs
Were so very few.
So now you stand
In the hall of fame.
As one of the greatest
To have played the game.
Those voices in your head saying that you won't win this war
But knowing by who you're led you know that ain't the score
Feeling a bit bruised and beaten maybe even a little defeated
In those mistakes you're repeating leaving you a bit depleted
Maybe you feel that you have hit your limit but it's not over yet
Maybe you feel like wanting to quit, remember it's not over yet
Even in the thinking that you are finished you keep up the fight
His Glory can never be diminished, the only thing in your sight
Maybe you thought that the past was the game, set and match
But the Lord would never cast but instead He would try to catch
Long live the young at heart and blessed be those who are meek
Pitch in and do your part as would do the One that you so seek
Remember it's not over yet, keep running until the race is done
Keeping your eyes firmly set upon the Father and His only Son
Now out of that dark and into His Light with Hope still on the rise
For when the Lord is in your sight there's no need to believe lies
Based on the song, "It's not over yet" by For King and Country.
Great Song!!!
April 19 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 1-4
Key Verse –2Chronicles 1:1 And Solomon the son of David was strengthened in his kingdom, and the LORD his God was with him, and magnified him exceedingly.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY STRENGTH MAGNIFIER
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my obvious weakness
Thank You for governing over feebleness
Along my doubting mind of unbelief’s destructiveness
For me to be prepared to pitch in Your holiness.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my lack of knowledge
Thank You for guiding my stubborn heart toward Your divine privilege
Along my unyielding stubbornness of miserable price I acknowledge
For me to be fetched out from carnality’s mileage.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my waning determination
Thank You for grabbing my burdened devotion
Along my wavering dedication due to dissatisfaction
For me to be built up by Your compassion’s fortification.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my limited understanding
Thank You for guarding my searching mind from deceitful pretending
Along my shaky decision-making needing sturdy standing
For me to be set upon Your truth, wisely commanding.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my shallow commitment
Thank You for gearing my little faith toward service-empowerment
Along my complaining attitude to learn genuine contentment
For me to be reared well by Your stewardship’s enablement.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my towering pride
Thank You for grafting my heightening arrogance in every stride
Along my hindering selfishness I try to hide
For me to be cleansed, and in Your sanctification, abide.
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my unrighteous habit
Thank You for granting my confessed sins Your pardon, gracious in every bit
Along my admitted guilt, freeing me from disturbance-pit
For me to be perfected by Your transformation of Scriptures’ writ.
April 19, 2023
Born in Earth now without any baggage.
Enjoyed childhood in carefree attitude.
Drove car of life out of parent’s garage
as youth sang on high pitch in interlude.
Started to pick either pebbles or gems.
Born in Earth now without any baggage.
Sometimes achieved fame, sometimes put in blame.
All are collected, protected in package.
Tasted bitterness, relished beverage
Accessed success, experienced defeat.
Born in Earth now without any baggage
Love stored in my trove, also took deceit.
In last phase duties are completed too.
Then to release emotional bondage.
After crossing death point, me ready to
born in Earth again without any baggage.
I've got an idea
I'm pretty sure will work
Let's all pitch in together
And ruin everything we touch
We'll start off quite haphazardly
With the world we live in
Taking to task our best to trash
The air, the sea, the land
We'll take what nature's given us
In the finest we could eat
Then add chemicals at intervals
Nah, just pour it in quickly
We'll all choose sides to live by
And base it all on love
Then learn to hate those in our way
That do not think like us
We'll ruin our relationships
With technology of the day
Doing all we can with phone in hand
Instead of dealing face to face
We'll start murdering the innocent
And call it all a choice
It's much easier to do away with them
When they don't have a voice
We'll pick up guns and call it fun
Then start shooting everyone
Then complain whose to blame
Till again nothing gets done
We'll even give it a shot tossing in our lot
Being our own gods
Pull moral compass out point it due South
As we all get lost
Of course it's just an idea
Of ruining everything we touch
As long as we start with what we're good at
What could possibly go wrong
Please do not ask your children to contribute to your family or the world.
Raise them to think they are entitled kings, queens, and princesses,
do their work for them.
Keep them lazy and spoiled, let them develop an attitude of entitlement.
It would be silly for you to expect them to do their share.
Let them lollygag around,
doing nothing while you sweep and vacuum around them.
Fix the meals, clean off the table, wash the dishes, while they watch TV.
Let them know that manual work is beneath them; it is better suited to you.
When they go to a job interview, do not be surprised if they are not hired.
People who have been taught to pitch in and help, readily spot the lay-abouts.
And they do not leap across the desk to hire them.
‘twas the night before Christmas at this North Carolina farm,
The chickens were cackling, so the roosters, they’d charm.
Never had I discerned how the stars could reflect such calm,
It almost seemed like God was writing His Christmas psalm.
As I lay down in my bed to rest my thoughts and take a nap,
I heard the roosters crowing because of the bright giftwrap.
Though I was certain that their mates would still lay an egg,
Memories of dinner haunted with thoughts of the last chicken leg.
Finally, I tumbled out of my bed and went to the kitchen,
I decided to leave Santa eggs so the hens could all pitch in.
Scrambled and boiled, they were a pretty sight on that dish,
And it wouldn’t be long before I was making a Christmas wish.
Hoping old Saint Nick would leave me some tractor fuel,
So I might work through dawn with that handy jewel.
I headed to my Christmas list, to write down oil and gas,
But was left with a heavy pen when I saw that empty milk glass.
Santa had already been to the farm, and left me some tools,
But these shovels and rakes were more fit for strong mules.
I couldn’t possibly make it another year without some petroleum,
Therefore, I made my way across the kitchen linoleum.
Chickens and roosters, cows and mules, all the farmer’s friends
Remember that Christmas when Santa left so many odds and ends.
There was no doubt, Christmas was bringing out the best in him,
Because as I fell into a deep sleep, I heard him singing a hymn.
Christmas psalms would last forever here on this farm,
We need not worry, there is always hope and no need for alarm
The God of love, came down from above, to remind Santa Clause…
Jesus is the reason for the season – Christmas’ true cause!