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I have known her for less than 15 out of her 100 plus years.
The years I have known her could be spelled in one word. JOY.
It is the JOY that she has brought to so many others.
It is the delightful JOY that I have seen on her face.
There is a quality of life embracing her that one can feel.
Like a blanket, that quality embraces her and warms others.
On several occasions, I heard her speak of her longevity.
From her own perspective, it appears to be a mystery.
With an air of inquisition and a tone of sincerity, Mary often
says, "I don't know why The Lord is keeping me here so long".
I don't know if Mary will ever receive a satisfying answer, but
I'd say that 100 years of pure joy from her is reason enough.
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My hero to me, was just a simple man
He was ill throughout his life, but he raised two sons
Two jobs he held down until he couldn't anymore
Then fate took it's turn, and turned his heart sore
First was the youngest, on a broken bottle he fell
His artery slashed, was the start of his hell
I recovered from my trauma, nearly losing my life
But my accident increased, his ill health into strife
Over the next two years he was hospitalised
His sons fostered out, in fatherless cries
To children's homes they went, from pillar to post
Yearning for the person, who loved them the most
He gradually recovered, we became a family again
Once again fate took it's turn, returning life's pain
On a Monday night back in nineteen sixty nine
What every parent dreads, returned him to ill health decline
His two boys excited, joining the local Boy's Brigade
Running as fast as they could, for time to be made
The older was faster, he ran well ahead
The younger lagging behind, his little legs so delayed
On turning the corner, all I could see
Was my older brother, running well ahead of me
Without looking left or right, onto the street he ran
A split second later, he was hit by a van
My life entered slow motion, whilst I witnessed it all
To see your brother knocked down, a sibling to fall
He was caught under the van and dragged down the street
At seven years old, too terrified to greet
Over the next six years, his heath gradually became worse
He was more in hospital, in illness immersed
That's why he is my hero, to my lost brother and me
He's the kind of man that I've turned out to be
He had no quality of life, but what he gave meant more
The love for his two boys all through his life's sores
Holding down two jobs through illness and strife
Admirable, that's just a word, he gave me my life
My entry for Crystal Wilkins contest 'My Hero'
Three words to contemplate,
Three words to educate,
Three words to celebrate,
Three words to navigate,
Three words to negotiate,
Three words to dictate,
Three words to implicate,
Three words to frustrate.
Quality of life is what I want to talk about,
Quality of life is what I want to shout about,
Quality of life is what I want to warn about,
Quality of life is what I want you to think about,
Quality of life is what I want you to ask about.
Quality of my life determines how much I care,
Quality of my life determines how much I stare,
Quality of my life determines how much I despair,
Quality of my life determines how much I have to spare,
Quality of my life determines how much I can bear.
Three words we seldom talk about,
Three words we seldom think about,
Three words we seldom want to learn about.
Yet quality of life is in the air we breathe,
Yet quality of life is in the water we drink,
Yet quality of life is in the food we eat,
Yet quality of life is in the choices we make,
Yet quality of life is in the stands we take,
Yet quality of life is in the questions we ask,
Yet quality of life is in the risks we take,
Yet quality of life is in the roads we take,
Yet quality of life is in the things we buy,
Yet quality of life is in the the friends we make,
Yet quality of life is in the hands of the people we vote for.
Our actions will determine the quality of life,
For those in strife,
For those with access to a knife,
For those without a partner for life,
For those who come in and out of our life.
These are my three words to the wise,
And hopefully those not so wise,
Yet want to know how to become quality of life wise.
I’m chasing akkermansia
I’m racing to the health shop
Hopping from aisle to aisle
So that I can find some beneficial bacteria
I need more akkermansia
So I have to change my food!
This is essential to the quality of life
Walnuts could help me and
Set me free of the bad bacteria
Pomegranate juice and Cranberry Juice could pave the way
I know that sugar can destroy the good bacteria
While akkermansia can help me get rid of some toxins!
I’m looking for sauerkraut in aisle one
This might be quite fun
To my left, Kimchi shouts at me
While the apple cider vinegar points to me
Further down I see the dill fermented cucumbers
All of it appears to be sour but I realize that
This could be the power in the gut for transformation!
In the end, I need more akkermansia
So I have to change my food!
This is essential to the quality of life
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
If We Must Die: (Dedicated to the Memory of Claude McKay, Harlem Renaissance Poet and Jamaican Born)
If we must die:
Let it not result from, being unable to serve the cause for the betterment of humankind. Or from being denied a seat around the table, in the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
If we must die:
Let it not result from, anger and reprisal against each other, instead of sitting down in peace and love, to bring about God’s blessings, understanding, tranquility and a true quality of life.
If we must die:
Let it not result from, the thirst or want of righteousness and salvation.
Like dry bones with no voice, rotting away in a valley of condemnation without God’s grace.
If we must die:
Let it not result from, the lack of beautiful songs stimulating our souls with God’s love. Radiating from the magnificent choral voices of our children, and grandchildren, immersing themselves in our great cultural heritage of wisdom, knowledge, spirituality and understanding.
If we must die:
Let it not result from, the agony of an unscrupulous person ripping off our safety deposit boxes, and cleaning out our bank accounts, while we are tucked away in an old-folks home somewhere.
Alas, my brothers and sisters, if we must die:
Let it be after, and only after, our souls have passed on the renaissance knowledge of God’s grace to all humankind.
Like a shining star created by God gliding across the universe. From the East to West. One which raises aspiring heads and beaming eyes.
Opening up wondering minds, and joy filled hearts molded from God's hand. Leaving on the tongue of all who seek to reach for it…
Words of everlasting hope— “I wish!
Then, and only then, if we must die, only God in Heaven awaits us!
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 8/21/19
All Rights Reserved
(Turkish DOBAG rug)
Degrees of Soul
Awhile ago I got a Turkish rug that opened my eyes
To what real joy looks like
Transferred to one’s work.
In this rug I could see the soul of a weaver
Proud to be part of a tradition
She added to with each delicate knot.
And with my eyes so opened
I could clearly see by extension
The degree of soul of each work of art in my home.
And the range was startling
From nonexistent to brilliant glimpses
Into the creative Mind of the universe.
After a few days my vision grew foggy again
And the soul of all these pieces
Became once more hidden beneath the surface.
The window onto the essence of the Mind
Had closed taking with it the lucid vision
And sense of connection.
I was left apart but never separate
From the knowledge that soul truly exists
It’s mark on everything we do.
The degrees of soul are everywhere like this
Subtle and informing
Flavoring what it is we call quality of Life.
And so we live and breathe
Taking and giving an essence beyond words
Even when unconscious clearly manifest.
(11/14/24)
Today we celebrate the letter E.
The most common letter in our alphabet….
If our alphabet was a band
E would be its majorette!
Since the creation of our alphabet…E has been our friend.
Without E…Einstein has no theory…
Earth has no beginning….
and life would have no end.
Without E we’d have no empathy…
no evolution
E…as a letter…there’s just something about it”
why…do you suppose…there is no E in war
but we can’t spell peace without it?
So if we’re looking to improve the quality of life…
Everyone’s quality
Every you
And every me
What if, every time we use the word quality…
We begin it…with an E.
while atop the surface of planet Earth humanity
all abustle skittering
to and fro, hither and yon
engaged in self important activity yielding profits,
sans blood, sweat and tears won
full throttle industrial
manufacturers quaking unstoppably
only intermittently pausing,
where managers standing arms akimbo
asper quizzical looking hue cree ton
megaphone blaring orders to underlings
so "Boss" tweed can line pockets
for his/her daughter and/or son
Head Honcho most aggrieved,
when red ink doth run
undermining the bottom line,
thus farming out labor to distant places
(where wages amount
to pennies on the dollar)
locals such as Lake Woebegone, Qum, Timbuktu,
et cetera where pun
gnashing working conditions tantamount
to slave labor,
yet scare other options open
hence able bodied men,
women and children scramble,
despite back breaking grueling physically
exhausting grunt job accepting second to none
with nary any rest for weary
long as workweek includes a mon
day, where bloodied bare hands claw
purported Mother lode
with feigned frenzied zest
enterprise bolstered
via executive bank ministers
financing lucrative scheme
attended to by majordomo
attired in expensive vest
corporate investment project elicits
quaffing, imbibing, and chugging elixir
produced from heavily guarded recipe
qua electric kool aid acid test
where coeval business men/women rest
assured bonanza forecast upon
former green acres hiding treasured quest
marginally concerned such nettlesome
pillaging, ravaging, torturing ranks
wealth driven vanity as deleterious pest
shortsighted exploitation money making embarkation
glorified as investment nsync to feather nest
retirement funds despite leaving the environment messed
up, whereby future generations saddled with
poorly bandaging gentrifying, resuscitating
gaping wounds upon Gaia at best
shortening quality of life
for all (poetry) Earthlings aye attest.
When you see I look just fine,
looking like im having fun,
it's that Trelegy ellipta, all mine,
my life saving,
horribly hard-core,
expensive friend.
Improves quality of life
but hastens that final end.
It's that daringly dubious
double edged sword.
There's no purpose in intubation.
But I beat him back
as best I can,
armed with Z-packs
and other medication,
his staph advances once again.
I am armed and ready.
I stand at the gate,
watching closely,
I know his plan
to hit me harder
to extract that fee,
but I know just when to strike,
the moment to open that Z.
I have to laugh,
going home has never been so much fun,
i'm certainly not suffering.
But he will come
like a thief in the night
to take me home
suddenly.
I know not when.
"And magnificently we will flow...
into the mystic..." (Van Morrison)
I was passing by a college that was building brand new dorms
Improving the quality of life above the current norms
I stood a while and watched, the construction nearly done
A magnificent sight but I kind of liked the old one
The old dorm stood behind it with plaster on its walls
And she held a special feeling for the kids who walked her halls
I asked if I could take a walk through, why, I didn’t know
I could swear I heard the voices of the students long ago
They had walked these halls sharing their laughter and their tears
And lives were touched within these walls through the passing years
Maybe I was foolish, but before I stepped outside
I sat on one of those old beds dropped my head and cried
When I sent my kids to college, I said work hard and have some fun
And if you get to choose your dorm, then choose the old one.