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Three sisters - two as lovely as the dawn,
the third, a travesty of face and form
and we - a trio of fine gentlemen,
(to all but former flames, who'd disagree!)
Like Musketeers, we fellows made a set -
one for us all and all of us for one!
So too, these ladies, we learned with dismay,
which left us with no choice but to draw lots...
Good manners and good breeding tantamount,
we chose three cards and tossed them in a hat -
two Queens and one that we had scratched to white
(which would, of course, prescribe the oafish girl)
At times, one is the cart... at times the ox
This night, a beast of burden I became
The first man pulled a heart, the next, a spade
but last to choose - alas! I drew a blank!
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Never took illegal drugs but now I am loaded with prescriptions
Did eat a mountain of sugary sweets and gulped an ocean of soda
Never used tobacco or liked the smell and taste of alcohol
Don't know if my body as any wear for worse, lungs strong.
Diabetes and high blood pressure keep me humble
Kidney failure because of some prescriptions
Good doc helped me get off those my kidneys good again
Thank God for that, miracles still happen each and every day
People just don't see what they see.
Lost two toes from diabetes, stubborn ulcer on left foot
Foot brace weighs me down, wear size sixteen shoe
Nine E wide for that brace. Won't be high kicking in a chorus line
People open doors for me, no pitchforks and torches yet
Goodness still there.
Arthritis the pain that greets you every day. Gout nasty pain.
Specialist doc prescribe drug that ends swelling, hands are normal again.
God works through people, He bless us with those of knowledge
and ability to help us heal. Grateful to God and those he blessed
that make our life livable day by day.
Got three dogs in my old age, two little fellows are seventeen now
Every morning two little miracles greet me. They do pretty good
Kublia walks like me and Genghis has his own prescriptions.
Sassy my big baby two year old. Was she too young for me to adopt
Was Sassy selfish on my part? Who rescued who? Now I see tomorrow.
Funny how the Bible never liked dogs, If we were still adding new books
would that have changed.
Never took illegal drugs, just lived life's flow of ups and downs.
That great roller coaster ride of arm stretching hand waving
loud screaming highs to that big dropping dip with butterflies
dancing in your stomach lows. I need a candy bar and root beer float.
Twenty-two
and our School Boards
are hoppin
Madly divided
'bout race
and white saving face
in-between fashion shoppin.
Dear Red and Blue
School Board Candidates,
Regarding Critical Race Theory
that ignores our own lack
of multiculturing experience,
Perhaps a primally significant reason
we have issues
discussing racial divisions
throughout historical seasons
of revision
Textbooking Straight White Patriarchal treasons
against EarthTribe's polycultural humanity,
Sacred celebrating multicultural divinity
once felt as synergetic
universal Beauty,
Continues to divide
and conquer
our best LeftBrain schooled dominions,
Is because rich violent red
patriotic bloodshed
is difficult to own
within our own fascist
unmatriarchal histories
Of capitalized ownership
and encultured Earth corrupting
supremely anthro-worshiping
lack of healthy eco/theological
green stewardship
through co-empathically felt
relationship.
Red candidates predict
Critical Race Theory
becomes a cynical prescription
for an inevitable future
of win/lose
zero-sum unfolding
Continuing Business As Usual
White versus Black
reverses White,
While Blue candidates refocus
on Critical Race personal experiences
of historical individuals
investing in divested
separated
divided communities,
privileged versus unprivileged
polarized nations,
degenerate climates
of active distrust
in our apartheid studied past,
Not to prescribe an inevitable future
of rightwing supported hate,
but to describe our win/lose racist past
To inform a therapeutic win/win potential future
humanely balanced,
multiculturally healthy
for our democratic
planetary future.
Twenty-two
and our School Boards
are hoppin
Mad
divided 'bout race
and white saving face
in-between fashion shoppin.
Well, your Mama Eartha's rich
and your Papa's Sun
shines bright enlightenin,
So, hush co-despisin,
don't you,
won't you try?
A "Highly" Debated Issue
From glaucoma to chemotherapy
Medical marijuana has its place
But you won’t find any prescribed
In the conservative Sunshine State
Chris couldn’t eat while under treatment
Watched him lose one-hundred pounds
He had no access to an appetite stimulant
His weight was 85 when laid in the ground
Hefty Jen had lived a life of kindness
Taught spiritually uplifting courses
She suffered when chemo raced through her system
Until people said, “How beautifully slim her corpse is.”
When Dad’s glaucoma grew severe
He relied only on eye drops that made him tear
His gift of sight was taken slowly
Though THC might have helped his eyes clear
And when I first wrestled with ulcerative colitis
A college friend brought me a joint, said, “Try it”
Less than an hour later I was eating without pain
But laws are clear, Florida doctors can’t prescribe it
Research has proved there are benefits
Only medical marijuana use can provide
But those who worry about drug abuse
Say those who could benefit should be denied
Each day in the headlines we read of drunk drivers
Mostly teens who seek access through friends
And if they want marijuana, they find a way to get it
But for those who abide by laws, agony never ends
If smoking pot or ingesting a tablet of THC
Can help a person who is suffering great pain
Don’t you think the time has come
To ask prohibitionists to explain
Why people who are hurting needlessly
Cannot have access to any remedy
That soothes their aches, improves their last days
Diminishing the symptoms of their tragedy
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
Why I love C.D’s poem “ A Highly Debated Issue”:
Carolyn Devonshire’s poems showcase the extraordinary thoughtful mind behind those lines. All of Carolyn’s poems are profound, and full of depth, but this poem especially touched me - I had the similar experience of losing a beloved one to the deadly disease, and we were not able to give him relief during the last days of intense pain. Carolyn was a strong, sensitive, generous, caring human being and a talented poetess, who loved life in her own way - she loved sand, and left her footprints on the shores of this mysterious earth.
Celebrating Carolyn’s poetry: an Uncontest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Listen to the One who guides believers home
Scripture reveals, the gospel truth, in hearers
Hearts who receive Him, believing, will not roam
Heed Jesus, so gentle, echoed in mirrors
Reflecting love more perfect than I’ll describe
Reach beyond the disbelieving, soul smearers
Listen to hearts who sweetest faith does inscribe
Swaying like the leaves of autumn, calming souls
A cure stronger than a doctor could prescribe
The gospel invites each heart to meet its goals
With the promise of salvation through God’s grace
He aches to destroy sin and always consoles
Listen to the One who offers His embrace
Love like this, nothing in the world can erase
Leadership once stood so tall,
But lost her spine along the hall.
No knocks, no words, just silent calls—
She wiped away the names on walls.
Silence sits—a secret scribe,
Whispers soft, commands prescribe.
No voice to speak, no hand to shake,
Just shadows where the echoes break.
Respect once tried to find her place,
But Ego barred her from the space.
He strode in heels, so loud and proud,
Drowning out the quiet crowd.
Understanding wept unseen,
Waiting in the in-between.
Communication packed her bags,
Left behind the silent flags.
Compassion came at noon’s faint bell,
Mistaken for a fragile shell.
Sent back to darkened shade,
Where hopes and dreams begin to fade.
Exhaustion sat beside my side,
While Hope refused to step aside.
In children’s laughs and bright clear eyes,
Joy danced beneath the heavy skies.
Not titles mark the soul’s own song,
But truths that guide us all along.
Resignation comes with grace,
A calm hand placed upon my face.
“Your health is yours,” she softly said,
Beyond the words that go unsaid.
Though this place forgot my name,
I walk away without the blame.
And there—where whispered shadows fall—
Begins the slow return of all.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself."
~ Khalil Gibran
If words of my fortune cookie were by Confucius written,
he must have been deeply in love and completely smitten
to know the taste of it is as sweet as pollen to the bees
and as beautiful as Springtime buds blooming on trees.
Each happy tear that falls is ambrosia upon my tongue
The suckle of his lips is worthy of a love song to be sung
Honeyed kisses, more succulent than a flower's nectar
and I am the fortunate one for being his chosen collector.
The good fortune in life is beyond all means of measure
As a musician's inspiration brings him a source of pleasure,
so does the heart find its nourishment in the revelation
that passion is the drink that fills love's need for libation.
Fruit of the vine is not the only choice in which lovers imbibe.
The taste of honeyed kisses is the ale that I would prescribe.
Such joy I feel as I awaken, a brand new day ahead
My soul so full of expectation leaping from my bed
For today I am pursuing, my greatest love my hobby
With Grandma’s brooch pinned on my coat
I wave goodbye my spirits high, to folks I pass
outside at last, I exit through the lobby
As I hop and I skip trying hard not to slip
So full of elation I arrive at the station
Sitting back in my seat whilst resting my feet
Let the train take the strain, hope for sunshine not rain
Such historical grandeur can be seen in our city
Plus the noise and the grime, inevitable such a pity
We cross a London bridge spanning old Father Thames
Dreaming of the fun to come whilst seeking hidden gems
A feeling of euphoria is making me quite dizzy
Embarking at Victoria, my goodness it’s so busy
With my ticket in my hand as I stroll along the Strand
A trip to the theatre, well there’s really nothing better
My anticipation rising, well it isn’t so surprising
As I enter the theatre an usher guides me to my seat
I am soaking up the auras of the souls long gone before us
And relaxing in my comfy pew await this special treat
The drapes are looking sumptuous, rich and velvet, long and red
As I wait for them to part to see the magic that’s ahead
The excitement it is palpable sends shivers down my spine
When the curtains draw back slowly and the spotlight starts to shine
The show begins, transporting me way back into the past
When the music plays much louder, my heart it beats so fast
But finally the end is nigh, my spirit is still on a high
So buoyant and emotional and sad I have to say goodbye
Returning to the stage the Thespians bowing one by one
The audience cheering loudly for the fine work they have done
As slowly I begin to leave this famous London theatre
Wishing I could visit weekly, as my soul would feel much better
For my hobby and my passion is becoming my addiction, so for this
my Doctor should prescribe a weekly ticket on prescription
Written 28th January 2019
Hobbies Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
6th place
Contest Brian's Select 3
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place
Artistic
Simplistic
Ruby grapefruit lipstick
Glossy shimmer
To quell the chap winter crack's
The toll takes on immune down body system's
That survived the Vitamin Blitz
And if we can make up in any way
Camouflage that hideous interior
To make small gains to feel Superior
Then what is the harm
For if it was not for the sweaty palm
And the heat resonating via the cold remedies
Because Doctor's would not prescribe antibiotics
You have become comfortably numb
An aqua lung siphoning despairing air
Home care bed ridden self medicating
An artist simplistic unrealistic
Carcass
Of a failing vessel
The mind could have outlived
But sadly the body power's the Clock
Not the Head or Brain
Dear God,
Thank You Father for Your Peace.
Dear World,
I don’t pray for world peace, I pray for God’s peace for the world.
His peace brings calmness, simplicity and patience in your life. God’s peace is an insurmountable peace that this world cannot give you.
John 14 vs. 27 (NKJV) says - Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
Philippians 4 vs. 7 (NKJV) says - and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
For THIS peace, you cannot walk in Walgreens or Walmart and say, “Excuse me, what aisle is your peace on?
The doctor can’t prescribe you peace. The pharmacist can’t bottle it up. You can’t cook it or drink it. There is no farm or field that grows it. No amount of money you have can buy it. Amazon doesn’t sell it, nor will Fed Ex deliver it. It’s not for sale, so there’s no Black Friday sale for it.
Nowhere can you get THIS peace but through our Lord and Savior.
Thank You Father for blessing my mind, body and soul with Your peace.
May the peace of the Lord be with you always.