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Every day is a blessing from God,* a gift indeed that caters to my existence-need
especially on a Sunday when my heart worships Him midst Scriptural creed and deed...
To practice goodness on weekdays that start on a Monday with radiant glow
my mind is settled toward gracious and lovingkindness mentoring as a teacher on the go...
While strengthened on Tuesday for caring and sharing functional might
my faith is empowered to do best, conquering selfish greed and pride's height...
Driven to live joyfully on Wednesday upon temperance to overcome worry
my commitment for exuberant wellness vanquishes doubt-causing misery.
With the Lord's nurture for my Thursday's ministering gesture
my trust is anchored upon prayerful posture, propped by hope-braced stature.
Walking along paths of truth and right on Friday against challenges' terrain
my steps stay under divine providence for great commission's eternal gain...
Acknowledging the Saviour's presence not just on a Saturday, but every time
my fellowship with Him is vibrant, extending to others in His triumphant chime.
*Proverbs 10:22 The blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it.
February 18, 2026
Honorable Mention, "Pick Your Topic and Form Then Let Go" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick; judged on 2/19/2026
Grab a wooden spoon, and choose a mixing bowl
A breakfast that is piping hot is worth its weight in gold!
You can make them by the dozens, or one or two will do
Make them for your next of kin, or neighbors you have got
Even for those teenage boys, ...(the ones who eat a lot!)
Let's see you fry a stack of cakes that tower on the plate
The stack is high,...but folks will sigh with happiness inside
So get the griddle piping hot, and warm syrup too
And don't forget a pot of jam and marmalade is good!
Applesauce, gets an A+ ,.......and often gets applause!
Yes you can! Whip some up.....it's as easy fix to do
No need to go to I-Hop. Just make them on the spot
Wake them up to something yummy
Fill a tummy, make 'em happy, maple syrup needs some sopping
Buckwheat makes the grumpy jolly, just stir the lumps out 'til there's none
And someone's sour mood is gone, when sourdough is stacked at dawn
Flapjacks wake the sleepyheads, before they run straight out the door
They'll turn right back to have some more .....three or four, or five or six
Butter oozing down the sides, sticky syrup glazing eyes.....mouths will water
hear the laughter.....add some nuts, or raisin eyes, make a face a big surprise
Yum! Yum! Yum! M & M's add some fun, and add a chocolate prize!
And if you dare, to be so bold
Flip your flapjack, pan-fried gold.....Just grab and hold your frying pan
It 's in the grip, ......then flip ! You can !!! And if you're lucky it will land
upon the plate........not on the floor, across the room,......
but one mistake......, just mop it up, and try it all again!
Practice tennis while you're at it,...Ping pong too...., and batter-up.....
Up it goes........and down it comes........Something yummy for your tummy
Pancake's, flapjacks .......hotcakes, hoecakes..
Pick your favorite, flip them high........ make them small or any size
Make a ton........!!! It's worth a try !
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For Didactic Food Contest: sponsored by Tammy Reams
10/5/15
So much education
No wiser for the cost
Given over to lofty ideas
The reason for what was lost
All the tools in the box
To chisel an honorable name
What appeal is in the dirt
When you could've opted for fame
Behind a silver counter
When you could be sitting at a desk
You could have been GREAT
But you wanted to be less
~than all the rest~
Humility is overrated
A legacy is a better prize
Walking to long with love
Has damaged your eyes
There is no power
In the position you serve
But life has given
Exactly what you deserve
A monument of memories
Adds up to a trite figurine
No one can value the image
If they don't know what you mean
~get a life~
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-09-2018
Note: A retired teacher asked me today, "What on EARTH are you doing here?" I answered, "I want to be here." It shouldn't have rippled my waters, but that type of thinking, makes me sad. A job can never define a person who is moving in LOVE. It's only an avenue to practice the skills one has learned.
He's always up there
On the crescent moon
Sleeping and snoring loudly
Oh, this "Cupid" couldn't be more different
He's always too groggy from sleep
To ever shoot his arrow straight
Ask his unfortunate victims
Those still alive anyway
All of them, injured... still lovelorn
Some are still hospitalized
He's different from the rest alright.
You'll spot him sleeping on the crescent moon
Wake him at your peril
He hates being bothered. Leave him alone!
He uses his visitors as target practice
He just shoots them
In the groin and laughs
As they double over
Screaming in pain, or dead
YOUR CHOICE LIGHT VERSE (wit,humour,wordplay,puns)any form,any theme Brian Strand (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Date written and posted: 12/12/2018
"Actually Make Me Lol" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 12/12/2018
Gaffer
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Wriiten by.Written By: Fluexia HugBoer'
and Aura Dolce Guruto
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" Holding a diesel crow in his hand he vowed the sport of the crow would live through his newly created robot he named the Scarecrow"
Eiche? Tuber canaliculatum? Noisette?
Cavage: The traditional French term for the art or practice of hunting and harvesting truffles.
Le Palais de la Truffe Caveur: A professional French truffle hunter.
Le Palais de la Truffe
Trifolao: The traditional Italian term for a truffle hunter.
Regina Coeli Agritruffe
Brûlé: The distinct "burnt" or scorched patch of land around a host tree where grass and other plants fail to grow because the truffle mycelium inhibits them.
Marks: Small cracks, raised bumps, or surface changes in the soil that act as visual clues indicating a mature truffle were nestled beneath the soil.
"Come on Honey we have to go!" "Ten more minutes" he said she stop and just gazed at him: "You said that twenty minutes ago we need to hurry up. "Damn"! my pants aren't fitting me the same." What do you mean he said, "they are a little tight."Sag es auf Französisch, so klingt es besser" No you: "come on I wanna hear you say something sexy, okay then we need to hurry up!"
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I suppose since time immemorial - Dads have provided tutorial,
Doing their best to strive - To teach their kids how to drive.
Though Dads were never all that keen - Kids pestered him once a teen,
To drive the old family sedan - To get a license as soon as they can!
Noah no doubt taught son Ham - To steer the Ark for his driver's exam.
Even with practice in this and that - He managed to bump into Mount Ararat!
Roman lads were shown how to steer - By Papa the fearless charioteer.
How Papa cried, "Oh, mama mia!" - As son raced up and down the via!
When the horse and buggy became the rage - Junior was quick to engage,
Pa into showing him all the glitches - To avoid upsetting in the ditches!
Then along came the Model-T Ford - With all the latest gadgets aboard.
Son crowed that he could drive - He hit a sturdy oak - he's lucky to be alive!
Today with more stringent rules - Driver's education is offered in schools.
But to ensure they're taught the rudiments - And other basic elements,
Dads with tight jaws drive around town - Trying to get their kid to slow down,
Dads suffer through driving sessions - Trying to stifle their kid's agressions!
Pa looses lots of colorful speech - As Junior brakes to a smoking screech.
His head meets the windshield - Thinking his fate is surely sealed!
Dad tries to regain his composure - He's had enough of this exposure!
But he recalls with a grim smile - "As a kid neither was I all that versatile!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 4 in Debbie Guzzi's "The Rhyme Inside" Contest - March 2011
Give to me your sadness and I will give you joy
that you may know this the gift that our God employ
like the morning dew that lights upon the field
all of your sorrows will to your past be yield
let the light of love be the beauty your heart adorn
the cold and the darkness from your life be torn
be aware that with the gift to calculate the cost
to die unto yourself and impurities be tossed
Oh elusive joy whose flight like bird on wing
where is the happiness that you I hoped to bring
I have sought your face that I might your splendor wear
searching all the hollowed haunts for your loving care
Oh dearth and emptiness where core is desert dry
surround the earth you do and we wonder why
I see mankind starving who do not feed on truth
without the microscope see mans dis-ease as proof
The garments that we wear are the mourners shroud
behind us left the glory the love you us endowed
Oh God of Love to your sanctum would I fly
to escape this godless place wherein we all die
The erosion of our souls where exists such vacancy
that distraction of our minds and our complacency
but we like dogs eat our crumbs fallen from your fare
fear to partake the table you have offered share
like on serpents belly slither in the arid dust
lost we have the tracks of whats true and just
our fields do the curses thorns and thistles bare
our poverty of spirit the clothing that we wear
Oh come God of creation , offered freedom from our plight
dispel the gloom and darkness that exists our night
and slave we do in pain for our crumbs of bread
but what is empty cannot give life unto the dead
So few candles left that give us any light
in our weakened states to keep the laws of love in sight
that the price of love is that our life be shed
drink within pure water and upon your tables spread
this is just the prospect view of humanity as a whole
not as individuals who practice affection as a way of
life , after watching the documentation of the
bombings on Nagasaki and Hiroshima I for a day
felt ashamed to be named "human" the shear horror
of the capacity of mankind to terrorize his kin and
use mass destruction as the excuse for peace...
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
We dance with desire; we dance with dislike.
As human beings, we all are alike.
Flames of desire will always leap higher.
We dance with dislike; we dance with desire.
If desire is lust, we must slow the dance.
Slow to a stop; self-restraint give a chance!
Learn not to tango with what we can’t trust.
We must slow the dance if desire is lust.
We allemande right; we allemande left.
We must learn to move with steps that are deft
and dance for good things that bring great delight.
We allemande left; we allemande right.
While dancing each day, try moves that are new.
Practice through life how the spirit moves you.
Choose partners wisely with whom you will sway.
Try moves that are new while dancing each day.
Let dance stir the soul. Be moved by sweet grace.
Dance not with aversion. Smooth moves embrace!
The rhythm of body with spirit control.
Be moved by sweet grace. Let dance stir the soul.
Sept. 30, 2022
This Quatrain form is called Swap Quatrain
~Control~
(Quatrain)
Learn to control yourself and you'll be fine
Losing control is bad, denotes lack of discipline
You can't control others but you can control the self
Why control others when you can't even control yourself
You can control many things like a regular machine
Controlling people, well that's another story
There are things and events that are out of our hands
Man can't control nature, so why try to get that glory
Giving advice is good to give to others when asked
But trying to control everything is simply a mistake
Trying to control other lives is just a foolish dream
Lack of control and discipline brings only heartache
Behaviour and temper you should control all the time
When you're out of control you're not thinking fine
Lack of judgment comes from a mind out of control
Practice self-control and then your life will shine
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
January,2,2015
The ancient wisdom silence is golden,
should definitely be written in golden!
Silence is a mighty weapon in hands of all,
it can be easily wielded by all.
If someone criticizes you, just keep silence,
if someone instigates you, just keep silence.
Other person without getting any reaction,
will automatically stop his action.
When mind is silent,
work is diligent.
And there is perfection,
in all operation.
Time that is saved,
gets devoted to passions craved.
Worries does cease,
their is bliss and peace.
When mind is silent one becomes observant,
of the beauty that lies around abundant.
Only one who is silent can achieve eternal bliss,
that bliss is definitely not worth a miss.
So practice silence from today,
and achieve happiness everyday.