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Poisonous air streams down
As plastic-laden waters choke
Fishes and Universal Motion's glow ...
So much has changed through time,
I wail against slow death of UV skin,
while plundered Mother Earth rakes
in her once fertile womb...
yet indifferent hearts care not,
incensed by greed and unrecyled junk.
O children listen; build a new earth,
Let your palms turn soil into a fertile bed;
And allow the forest to stand tall, uncut
By gifting them with a cleaner environ;
That each gracious deed will find blessings
Copious from heavenly skies.
Until each hour breathes through
A fragrance of one taintless expanse, blue.
This wide universe is our home,
Our manna of fields for every mouth,
And pure rain cooling quiet nightfall
With daylight's pattern soothing din;
To hail nature, may it never come to an end
As Spirit's Love refills our dreams!
Thomas Martin's STUFF
6/19/2015
But Today Is Not That Day
Kevin Davis 2025
The day may soon come when I cannot walk unaided,
when I need help tying my shoes.
The day may soon come when I can’t pull on my socks,
or even slip my pants on by myself.
The day may soon come when I can’t shop on my own,
or sit in a restaurant and order for myself.
The day may soon come when I need help preparing food,
washing dishes or folding clothes.
The day may soon come when I forget my wife’s birthday,
our anniversary, or even Christmas morning.
But today is not that day.
I can wander through my house, and I’ve got slip-on shoes that wait for me.
But today is not that day.
I can skip the socks if I choose and still pull on my pants one leg at a time.
But today is not that day.
I can shop with an electric cart— my own, tucked neatly in the trunk of my car.
But today is not that day.
I can make a sandwich, load the dishwasher and do most things that need doing.
But today is not that day.
I still remember the dates that matter— appointments, birthdays, refills, and love.
So, until that day comes,
I will live this life wide open. I will greet each morning with a smile.
So, until that day comes,
I will be me—myself, my soul— and live the best I know how.
So, until that day comes,
I’ll love nature, life, and my wife, and let tomorrow take care of itself.
From the beginning I was your inspiration to see,
And in no prideful way did I take it personally,
You kept my heart hidden again and again,
And I could never understand why.. not now nor then,
But believe it or not, I didn't mind,
Because you could never take what was already mine,
My thoughts, my emotions, my reasoning to see,
And all that life has taught me that makes me me,
And I was never greedy to share my heart with you,
Because many people hold back due to trust issues,
And not only that... I've seen them hoard their knowledge and life lessons,
Like it's a prize their heart attained and molds their very existence,
Like if they were to give it away..it would deplete who they are,
It their well kept secrets that actually keep them in the dark,
Without explanation they believe it's their own,
But in all actuality that much is meant to be shown,
The hearts given nature, the exchanges and refills,
Are part of moving forward so we're not stuck in still,
Still is momentarily and essential yet not all the time,
Sharing our hearts elevates the love in our lives,
It takes us further than what we knew before,
And every amount we give God always restored,
Let's just be truthful, it was never ours from the door,
It's not a shield of protection, or an image you hoard,
Unless you want to stagnant and stay right where your at,
Believing it belongs to you to keep your image intact,
Which shows you time and time again those chaines that bind,
Why you would even want such foolishness blows my mind,
Always think of your intentions behind what you hold back,
Because it can trick you into believing your protecting where your at.
#HEAD THROWN BACK...
A JOLT* OF FEEL GOOD HUMOR, ATTACKS!
STRESS REDUCES, BELLY ACHING, SHAKING AND "HOLD YOUR CHEST" LAUGHTER FEST PRODUCES...
MUCH NEEDED MEDICINE, RELEASED, THAT'S GOOD FOR YOUR SOUL...
"COMEDIC GOLD!"
I LOVE TO LAUGH!!!
ESPECIALLY UNEXPECTEDLY...
SHARP WIT, A QUIP!
JOHN LARROQUETTE (ACTOR)
COMEDIC CYNICISM, SARCASM AT IT'S FINEST DELIVERED, BUT NOT TO HURT, JUST ANOTHER OBSERVATION THAT ELICITS HIGH VOLUME LAUGHTER, WHAT A WONDERFUL SENSATION, {GOOD VIBRATION} "THAT ELATION!"
YES INDEED, I FEEL GREATFUL...
AS A HUMAN BEING TO HAVE BEEN GRANTED A "RESPONSE" SEED...
AREN'T WE ALL, AREN'T WE ALL...
SO VERY FORTUNATE, WHEN WE ARE ABLE AND WELCOMINGLY *OPEN* TO RECEIVE OUR FILL...
"WHO'S UP FOR REFILLS?" *LOL*
TO ALL COMICS, CYNICS AND EVERYDAY EXPRESSERS WHO TICKLE OUR FUNNY BONE; "THEY TAKE OUR SOULS HOME" THAT'S HEALING, {THIS OPTIMAL FEELING!} AN AWESOME APPEALING *GIFT* WE OWN!~
HOW FORTUNATE...
"MOST FORTUNATE!"
"WHAT {WONDROUS} MEDICINE*****"
ALL DUE TO A N D THROUGH LAUGHTER!~
©Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} March 2023#
I slither through the deep forest
across a mystical scene collecting remains
from last evening’s venture : a shiny ligure,
china teapot, faded locket, and scraps
of letters on a trail of past impressions.
By now, periscope of dawn’s glitter
enlarges its serene movements
as light’s thick veil blinds my vision
on a quadrivial of glossed field ,encircling
my reality fragile and calm amidst balmy scent
of air entering my veins in gradual awareness.
In that clasp of silence purely unbelievable
reservoir of breath refills tired bosoms;
and the forest stands still in its auburn robe
waiting for clouds to form pathways
before the sun returns me back home.
Any Subject Contest of Shadow Hamilton
by nette onclaud
11 jul 2013
always the surprise
by lunch in the afternoon
conversations in passing
dinner in a plastic basket
every moment savored
forever to be
gratitude expressed by hands brushing
her four-year-old daughter at her ex’s
I look for something to share
just the smallest thing makes the difference
kindness to spell the day
love collected along the way
memories to carry the week
no one can say better than us
only her company matters
please I ask a little more
questions stir as I drink iced tea
remembering an appointment to keep
she refills my cup before I ask
talk of plans to see her again
unstated lines say more
violins play in my mind
writings lurk in my heart
extracting a beat
years of life to be shared
zero in on the moment
Gona spill this ink
Not feel or think
as I fill the page
Reveal and link
wheel at pace
drive on drink
strong willed grace
patterns that splatter
Refills i waste
The words don’t matter
wrong or great
Simple rotate
The A’s the e’s the I’s the o’s
I says in reads what I do knows
You forgot the u
You did you know
Winner traits
Looks illiterate
Local slang
Wouldn’t get it
Or understand
What I don’t knows
I don’t know
I come from a funny land
Our Majesty with money ran
Til we took it off her hands
Now head of state she stands
or sits don’t know where I’m going with this direction miss
Oh i know where I’m going now
time to wrap it up somehow
Do You ever rhyme without a clue
Don’t know what you’re gona do
I am sitting at my desk attempting at some prose
But nothing seems to come to me nothing to compose
My minds a canvas blank not two words can I rhyme
So I try counting backwards just to pass the time
Then without a conscious reason except for boredom's reach
I open my desk drawer to a mixture of mystique
A magnetic magic bracelet used to cure my rheumatism
Surrounded now with pins and staples an error in optimism
A yellow wooden pencil its rubber now a stub
An unused lifetime membership to some forgotten club
A mechanical lead pencil with no refills in sight
A bottle of used white-out the top cemented tight
Post-it notes with messages which I can't understand
Telephone numbers without a name not written in my hand
Ballpoint pens with dried-up ink no longer do they write
A solar-powered calculator gone flat for lack of light
Rubber-bands that no longer stretch and little bits of string
Two black dice and a deck of cards missing a red king
Sun glasses a mini racing car and a worn-out golf shoe cleat
A funny little package which reads "Silica Do Not Eat
Orange sore-throat soothers now melted to a bar
Finger-nail clippers picture hooks and a pick for a guitar
A polishing cloth and a lucky charm that never seemed to pay
Needle and cotten a used band-aid and a bottle of nasal spray
Screw drivers erasers fluro-pens that have gone dry
Sticky tape a set of keys and a flashy bright bow-tie
This jumble of confusion has failed to solve my plight
I'll just keep counting backwards till I find something to write
Oh, when did evolution end
Or was it just a passing trend
That ran its course and then got worse
Or is it just a fading curse
For monkey’s would deny such kin
That say they are the root of men
For even the most vile Jackals
Ever put their foes in shackles
And yet these homosapiens
Claim they’re where evolution ends
That should there be a fall from grace
There’s nothing that could take their place
They have no clue the cats are waiting
And purring, mewing traps they’re baiting
Indoors, outdoors, all are feral
And “owners” all over a barrel
The fox is sly, the bear a brute
But kitty cats are oh so cute
And dogs, poor fools, will do as told
As long as kitty refills their bowls
What's it like loving you
If you feel the need to ask
It's like being offered refills
Before your halfway through the glass
The freedom felt by a superhero
When he puts on the mask
That's what it's like loving you
If you feel the need to ask
What's it like loving you
Allow me to explain
It's like the first sight of your blushing bride
On your wedding day
It's like all the love you've stored up
The moment you give it away
That's what it's like loving you
Is the best way to explain
What's it like loving you
Thought you might want to know
It's like standing in the bright sunshine
And basking in it's glow
It's like hearing your favorite song
Played twice in a row on the radio
That's what it's like loving you
Thought you might want to know