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mini coconut cake ~ what would a couple do with more?
snickers latte - caramel and chocolate syrup laced
mini wooden box - “LOVE YOUR GRUMPY…”
I turn the old crank. plays: You are my sunshine…
pronouncement on paper. card’s itinerary:
wine tasting…Sister Act musical…and dinner
with my sisters at Tapas Bar
a gazillion, by golly, Facebook wishes
an AI poem (of course) by my Sis
opened my husband’s heart before midnight
why should we wait…he was out of the gate
first wish on birth day day, my son in law
second wish by his wife, no, c’mon that’s too neat
he asked her, “Do you know what today is?
so she’s groggy and matter of factly answers,
“Of course, my mother’s birthday…”
the double team lyrics of sis and brother in law
my dad, oh my dad, my heart… he picks up the phone
once a year to call…how sweet he is.
texts, messages, more phone calls
husband’s precious happy birthday wake up
two lips, two hearts of gratitude
one granddaughter, one grandson
more to come? waiting on the eldest, youngest
and two in-between. why am I so excited?
daughters, waiting on son - should I place them all
before coconut cake. No particular order to this list!
a special friend, I’ve known since I was 2. He’ll be
sixty-*$@ in a few days…falalalala..yeah, like me!
a cousin, brother oh yes brother, who’d I forget…
perhaps you? or are you just passing through ;)
It’s like turning 21. I’m still a baby, according to the registry
of my elders. Perhaps when I’m 99, I might claim a title,
but likely the old gal that’s 101 will tap me on the shoulder.
See life gets better and better, unexpected, expecting blessings,
for you and you and you too! Hugs and Kisses
“Even after our corporeal form leaves, a letter speaks to us in a language so intimate, conveying pent up emotions so personalized that one cannot express through spoken words without causing embarrassment to the one thus divulging” ~ By Poet
It was like a cunning marauder,
That cancer sneaked into his healthy body.
After the initial shock, John got over it.
Then ensued a brave fight to restrict its advance.
But it ravaged his body inch by inch.
Stage four cancer took residency in his bones.
After thirteen months of incessant struggle
His invincible life came to a peaceful halt!
At the end of his funeral rites, his best friend
Showed himself up before the congregation.
In halting voice, he said he was on a task,
To read out a letter John had prepared.
Long before his death but had kept sealed until then.
Opening an envelope, with wavering hands
Like an envoy divinely ordained on a sacred mission
He took out the carefully folded sheets of paper.
The subdued murmur inside the spacious hall
Gave way to silent breathless anticipation.
'My dearest family and friends' the words ran,
'Long at last, I am at peace, absolutely at peace,
With no emails to check, no bills to pay,
No more deadlines to be worried over!
But unfortunately, no charming females in sight''
The words breathed his flamboyant humour,
With his trademark grace and copious dignity.
He led the audience through his life under death sentence.
He was thankful for the love and concern,
His friends and family had so profusely lavished on,
In his ailing days of agony and dejection.
That exceeded far more than what an ordinary man,
In the whole of his lifetime could accumulate!
The last part was a pronouncement of love,
On his beloved wife and his wonderful child,
Who stood by him in silent suffering by proxy,
With a plea to all to keep peace with one's soul.
Despite life's sham, drudgery, and shattered dreams!
The congregation silently dispersed, walking away,
Into a day of sunshine, greatly consoled and inspired!
You indicated I don’t listen.
I respectfully disagree.
I hear you.
I just don’t like what you have to say.
Pretending to ignore you takes tremendous effort.
Quick to dismiss
that which emanates from a source
other than your own lips –
and it’s not like you’re the only one who likes to hear himself talk.
Trying to sleep
never should be undertaken.
That’s why we fall asleep.
There’s no effort.
Fall’s inevitable.
There’s a season for everything.
But this one’s
short lived
and seemingly doesn’t come as often as it used to
before global warming and other major concerns
evidently.
… thinking about our earlier discussion
makes me wish I lacked lips
and that the cliché about going in
one ear and out the other was more
literal than figurative.
I figure eventually this noise will
QUIET DOWN!
so that trying morphs
to falling
and dreamless sleep supplants
the constant drone of something
terribly wrong.
Panic attacks that
neverend
or seemingly seem so
prior to this pillow talk –
a case for a better
container:
containment is key.
It turns out
that my point of entry
always my biggest nightmare.
Big is such a small word.
I wish it was more attentive
of its status as an anomaly –
just a monosyllabic
monstrosity of awfulness.
B-I-G
A word so tiny
even toddlers
master its annunciation.
BIG!
From that which is so small.
If I said I forgave you
it would be nothing but a lie
but you would not apologize
anyway.
So all this talk is trash.
Be the big one.
Say you’re sorry.
Just refuse for another
Pronouncement
of lackluster
underachievement.
My comfort zone.
I’m sorry.
Yet again.
My heart sings on this lazy summer night at the amazing beauty of the
moonlight illuminating the Chesapeake Bay,
making a solemn pronouncement of it to be magical and mystical.
From the comfort of my screened porch, I am at ease in my padded chase
watching this magnificent adoration between the moon and
the Chesapeake Bay.
But I am not alone in my empirical study of the admiration between
the moon and the bay.
For the beauty of the two fathers moods.
The fireflies move swiftly through the night winking their approval.
So encourage by the magic, a Loon calls out to his mate to come sit
beside him to share in this spellbinding view.
The frogs croak out a sonata to help define the moment.
Happy for the moonlight the populace of fishes nibbles at the bugs
that surf the surface.
The age old owl sits on a limb to mesmerize to realize that he missed
the meal of a small country mouse who scurried by.
My skin is a glittering onyx under the moonglow, and my hair, thick as
the Congo jungle is dampened by the misty and salty breeze that is sent
my way from the bay.
There is nothing so exquisite and provocative as the moonlight and the Chesapeake Bay.
In the envelopment of sweet tranquility, I fell into a daydream.
copyright 2017 Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake
I will show you fear in a handful of dust
TS Eliot wrote “The Waste Land” and he said “I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
Maybe he had read Genesis in the Bible, back then it was perhaps a must.
At Genesis chapter3 and verse 19, Adam and Eve are now disgraced
Adam and his wife Eve are from the Garden of Eden being displaced
The pronouncement made by God that day, I am sure it bought a tear
And this is perhaps where Eliot got his line about a ‘handful of dust and fear.’
“In the sweat of your face you will eat bread, until you return to the ground”
Now I am not sure at this point but I don’t think TS Eliot was around.
The quote continues “From dust you were taken and to dust you will return.”
Now that is the wages that sin did pay, the wages Adam back then did earn.
The fear of man is dying but worse than that when it’s getting near as it must
Remember that Eliot and the Bible say, “I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
© 15/11/2012 ~GG~
Competition Entry:
The Law
Science is merely the behavior exhibited from a relationship. Magic the same. Science comes from natural law, magic the supernatural. People have their feet
in both camps. That's why we need
an attorney and glue for lamps. To show that the badge of consciousness is a recognition of self not an overstepping (harm) into someone else's coat of arms. Unless the two shall mingle, for that you shall need deed of license. Or a
warrant. To not be a selfish singularity, single- but- seeking-vows for the pronouncement of marriage. For marriage is a Sacrament. The right or rite of union between two separate camps or encampments and war can be chaos. The opposite of order. Lawlessness. Confusion, loss, sometimes of faculty, sometimes
of ultimate costs.
See, the badge is clear, shined for display so that behavior esteems (non dissolution), it
as according to law. The order of the Universe for those who also esteem, God, basking, in the light ( of righteous operation). To be loved and have a reason to be. To be accepted into the clan of Family, affinity. Union, therefore is King. Of passionate things. Connections. Themed. In symbols (or badges) we call need. Directions. Paths. Empathy. The warrant that was needed before. Called a reason to be....needed. The behavior of the Most natural and supernatural law.
July 29 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 35-38
Key Verse – Jeremiah 35:13 Thus saith the LORD of hosts… Will ye not receive instruction to hearken to my words? saith the LORD.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY INSTRUCTION GIVER
Lord God, You are my instruction Giver with Your supreme commandment
Thank You for dwelling in me for my fulfillment
Surely making me receive Your enlightenment
So that I can stand upon Your upliftment.
Lord God, You are my instruction Giver with Your immutable Word
Thank You for revealing to me Your truth’s record
Surely allowing me to use the Spirit’s sword
So that I can share salvation Gospel by the grace You afford.
Lord God, You are my instruction Giver with Your pronouncement of blessing
Thank You for laying in me Your heavenly contentment’s praising
Surely letting me enjoy Your spiritual growth-raising
So that I can stay in Your revival-pressing.
Lord God, You are my instruction Giver with Your leadership that’s sovereign
Thank You for meeting me for my prayer request again and again
Surely inviting me to seek Your help along Your victorious terrain
So that I can fight by Your cause that is never in vain.
Lord God, You are my instruction Giver with Your powerful deliverance
Thank You for seizing me from imprisoning arrogance
Surely turning me to Your ready guidance
So that I can remain in Your constant sustenance.
Lord God, You are my instruction Giver with Your upholding welfare
Thank You for rescuing me from sin-mire’s eternal scare
Surely valuing me to treasure Your loving care
So that I can delight by Your counselling stare.
Lord God, You are my instruction Giver with Your merciful compassion
Thank You for transforming me by Your hand of perfection
Surely enabling me to prevail along Your protection
So that I can live in Your will’s commission.
July 29, 2023
Perchance One Day?
by Odin Roark
Pick your war
So long ago
Living by reason became paralyzed
Birds soared into reluctant retreat
Knowing this was not the nature they were born into
Souls chafed against destroyed landscapes
Like listless boats against moorings
Their piers desperately inviting closure
By any means
Yet
Habit of no identity
Continues to proliferate dominance over the innocent
Where guns infuse might
To make right the removal of…
Hopefully in the future
A glance from behind shattered windows
Will reveal an undulating live symbol of
Peoples
Countries
Ethnicities
All the glorious colors
A white flag unfurling proudly can display
Not as surrender
But as a pronouncement
“I am a human”
Such might invite a long awaited embrace
Perchance One day?
About That Certain Thing Called Nonsense
Nonsense is that certain symbolic communication form
that oft pervades our human space with its absurdity!
All of us from time-to-time have had to deal with some
people who revel and rave in it to provoke a response.
Making sense and communicating in an intelligent fashion,
reflects a spirit of human decency that’s so needed at times.
“Nonsense!” used as an exclamatory pronouncement inheres
a necessary tone of disagreement to stop boorish behavior.
“Nonsense” in a whimsical use can tickle one’s funny bone,
whilst creating, at times, a much-needed spirit of amusement!
And so, “Nonsense” as part of our grand human condition,
may not be all bad, except when some choose to be naughty!
Nonsense is an important part of life because it brings us to
a certain view, which should be of no surprise: C’est la vie!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 9, 2018 (Couplet)
You think that security belongs to you
Because you have done all you need to do
You think that wisdom belongs to a few
Because the rest of us are fools
You think that the solution to your problem
Lies in a bomb or bullet
But can the stomach act alone without the directions of the gullet?
You think that I am your enemy
Because I criticise you
But it is not about you
It is the things that you do
One day the shepherd will not tend to his sheep
Because he will be fast asleep
One day the soldier will not know how to fight
Because he underestimated his enemies' might
One day your bombs will fail to explode
Even though you try to reload
And my words today may sound like a mad man ranting
But tomorrow you will be the one running and panting
Lord High Executioner who determine the fate of men
With the pronouncement that he makes with the stroke of his pen
But has no power over his own fate
For you have sowed venom in the hearts of men
And pretend that you did not orchestrate
Their end