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Donkeys are known for their sheer stubborness;
determination beyond compare.
I see three "saints" for donkeys, nonetheless -
Mary's transport to Bethlehem's square
and Balaam's unique donkey, quite rare.
Mary's donkey is not mentioned per se
in God’s Word, but I don’t think she walked.
Balaam’s donkey saw an angel guarding the way.
After two beatings, he sat down and balked;
and in self-defense that poor donkey talked.
Balaam had not seen the angel’s drawn sword
warning him not to return to Balak.
Now he was told to speak only God’s words.
And what of the donkey? now on a sidetrack -
I hope Balaam had some treats in his knapsack.
There IS one more donkey, I should mention,
the one who carried Christ to Jerusalem
near the end of His salvation mission.
The foal of a donkey, a colt bore Him
to His venue of death and human mayhem.
(W-W-H-W-W-W-H or 1-2-3-4-5-6-7)
I ardor you
with the passion of us
Depending on your values
however most agree
there is nothing more
universally greater than Love
the quiet consistency
or the public showing of
affection and compassion
oh love divine
might I not be spared
that you may make me to be
that we shall love as one
in the greatest feelings
of togetherness
respect and communication
to include compassion as
the essential component
of our togetherness
the context of a relationship
that selfless DeVine love
a connection between you and I
Love oh Love
saturate every crevasse
to have us done and redone
to again be as we were then
that love shall be on going and never
undoned
Love
Love
love
the ongoing emotional connection
of our togetherness
Sounds of the Amargosa Chorus
and Opera Orchestra
" Desrt Food and Song"
a christmas show
Piccola bo cal Music Co.
Desert City Music LLC.
a Groovey Music Company
Sleep wouldn’t come, the clock hands seemed to shrug, so I decided to walk.
It was dark, the kind of fall overcast that makes a low ceiling of the sky.
Early mornings, on campus, are always solitary - students shun sunrise like vampires avoid the sun - so I got sole custody of the university. With no traffic, squirrels, birds or humans - predawn was nonchalant.
The wind, busied itself, sweeping the leaves falling in twos and threes, first left then right and finally throwing them in the air like a carefree child.
Frost on grass looked grey, then would suddenly become silverlit by the moon.
If you measure time in steps, as seconds, and then miles become hours. Soon, dawn made night morning, dew became drops, and I searched for coffee.
A PRE-CHRISTMAS AWARENESS: SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT
(A TANKA QUATTRAIN)
Christmas, remember,
It’s not about Santa Claus:
It’s about Jesus:-
It’s not about Santa’s gifts,
But the gift of God in Jesus:-
The gift of Jesus,
Is the priceless gift of love:-
And our gifts should be likewise:
Feeding the hungry is love;
Housing the homeless is love:-
Let’s Santa Claus love,
With gifts being of life’s needs;
Not merchandising:
Let’s wrap the naked with clothes,
And bow-tie their rent money:-
Indeed, this Christmas,
Let’s celebrate Christ’s Birthday
With gifts of His love:
Giving God all the glory,
I’ve mastered the art of the double knot
forgotten most of what I’ve been taught
my cuffs are frayed by elbows worn
my favorite jacket sewed where torn
the holes in my jeans – work put them there.
I didn’t pay extra for a fashionista tear
The words that I speak are simple and true
yet those that will listen are distant and few
now sadly it seems that in moments pensive
“someone” finds what I said “somehow” offensive
to someone who lives in a past “reconstructed”
or worse in a world that’s been “self” destructed.
I’ve worked for the planet – forever recycled
and before it was “fashionable” – yes! I bi-cycled
through traffic and pot holes in sunshine and rains
over crisscrossing tracks of ever late trains
through the streets of the city, the suburbs – for fun
cuz my knees hurt so much I could no longer run.
I drove tiny cars that strained on hills steep
no activist here – I was just cheap
So after you rant and rave and shout
Gather your sneakers and throw them all out
John G. Lawless
©12/15/2021
We’ve been together since creation.
You’d be my mother, I’d be your son.
We watched each passing generation,
Hoping mankind would continue on.
Our assigned ancestors lived and died,
While perpetuating onward our lineage,
In spite of disease, famines, genocides--
Or wars for lands, religions, or just pillage.
Civilizations rose and fell, rise and fall;
Empires, city-states, kingdoms, and nations.
Our ancestors were amidst them all
Back to our earliest generations.
You and I were held back to a modern age.
Happily mankind managed to carry on
Long enough for us to take the stage.
But there’s a new terror for us: abortion.
Your parents happily wanted you to be,
So I wished you godspeed at the portal.
Saying “see you later” you promised me
That I’d have a chance to live as a mortal.
Now I’m left with my potential descendents,
Hoping that you will soon keep your word,
Because now on you we are all dependent
To perpetuate our family ever onward.
It occurs on the edge of light
a dim tinged dark is rolled back
followed by dream-walking eyes.
A time when heroes
are at their weakest,
when troops turn restlessly
in their fox holes,
where lions hunt inside
a rapidly closing circle
The half-light
only awakens more shadows
until apprehension clings
to every breath.
It is then that your green-eyed cat,
your familiar and pet,
leaps upon your chest,
only then does a naked dawn
slip through drawn curtains.
The cat purrs,
relaxes into that dredged-out hollow
you tried to hide within,
and so the day moves in
to claim you.
See that shiny package, on the upper row
Its base cardboard shelf mate, is not the way to go
There must be embossed letters, of metallic sheen
And it must be shrink wrapped, so it's always clean
Add a few more staples, and a cute twist tie
You know it should be fancy, if I'm going to buy
Prominent the brand name, in colors no less than eight
The text it must be fancy, never print it straight
Don't forget the bar code, or the warranty card
Packed in lots of peanuts, in case if it gets jarred
To deter the wayward, affix a radio tag
Then place your corporate logo, on the check out bag
Beware the competition, don't be such a slouch
For reuse they have added, a see through zipper pouch
Please sprinkle on some glitter, for a final touch
And get a catchy jingle, to make me pay that much
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll buy it in a snap
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll keep coming back
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll buy it in a snap
It's a pre-priced package, and we'll keep coming back
There’s an old joke, “Procrastinate now, because
the sooner you fall behind, the longer you’ll have to catch up.”
Ha ha.
While a lot of students around here, even the good ones,
are procrastinators, I’m a diagnosed pre-crastinator.
I obsess over syllabuses and start things immediately.
I've got rough drafts of things due three months from now.
I’m a planner. Leisure time makes me itch.
I say that to say this, I’m reaping my rewards.
There’s a palpable layer of fret in the air.
Everyone's (the seniors) talking about their theses,
and how they need to start it—first thing yesterday.
I just listen, playing Flappy Bird on my phone, because I’m done.
When my professor handed my thesis paper back the other day,
he said, “This is good.” At first, I was delighted, quietly rocking it inside.
Then I floundered, becoming somewhat indignant. Why’d he sound surprised? Because I handed it in a little (80 days) early?
But soon enough, I was back to happiness.
I’ll have to defend it one day, but I’ll go first, wait and see.
Shall we wax poetic?
I’m like the sea, always restless
and I enjoy the flavor of honest effort.
I dub snark, and the little, jealous glances,
I blunt them with chey smiles, while thinking,
I’ll row my boat, and you row yours—just a little slower.’
Let them whisper me freakish
though I win a thousand crowns,
the real pleasure lies in my gun slinger’s sang-froid,
to finish the commission first and be the best.
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Songs for this:
Let Me Down Easy by Gang of Youths
Let Me Go by CAKE
We weren't privy to Part I
(Just parents were invited)
But Part II was arranged so
No one extra would feel slighted.
The children came up to the stage
In pairs as every teacher
Announced their names and what
They'd like to be, a charming feature.
From astronaut to ninja,
Princess, baseball player, vet,
Even architect (our Henry),
Most will change their minds, I'd bet.
But you never know exactly what
The future holds in store.
Will Henry's blueprints be the ones
We've all been waiting for?
That crossed my mind and then the children
Sang a little tune
And somehow pre-school's over...
Just a little bit too soon.