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The old woman came out of the eye hospital,
After receiving the news, she was going blind.
She was feeling very depressed, not just about her eyes,
The state of the world in general.
After her hospital visit, she and her husband went to lunch,
They sat talking for a long time about times gone by and
how people seem to them to be less caring and sharing
today than in the war years of their youth.
After lunch, they went to a jeweller to have a necklace chain repaired,
the assistant was helpful and said that the necklace needed soldering
And direct them to a shop that could help them.
The shopkeeper remarked how thin the chain was,
He said he would do what he could, come back in an hour.
When they returned, the chain was nicely wrapped and soldered,
The shopkeeper handed the package to the woman,
Saying that he could not take any payment from her,
Because the chain would keep breaking and the pearl drop
On the chain was worthy of a better chain.
He was a jeweller who sold gold chains,
He did not once imply that the woman should purchase a better chain
from him.
He was an honest, sincere, thorough gentleman.
The woman felt uplifted by the goodness of the man.
And he knew the reason that she looked so radiantly happy,
And it had nothing to do with money.
Out of the pot of Nature's Heritage we were created.
The taste of originality to savor, such novelty to behold.
Fearfully and wonderfully adorned with a spirit nurtured as a replica of our being.
A magnificent culture of beauty who have under-taken as a task,
In the misconception of thousand ways to keep such aesthetics alight.
Rather than lived out the beauty of our souls,
Focusing on the weightier matters, are fastened on outward frivolities.
Baked earth marked with easy simplicity and freedom from artificiality.
Rather left a congenital appearance to be remarked, remodeled and redesigned with embellishments.
Who can find a virtuous woman, for her price is far above rubies.
Consider the great beauty in the heart of the Queen of many Queens.
One of Esther, a fair and beautiful maid of whom the royal crown was placed upon her head.
Bore and carried upon her shoulder the pains and burdens of her people, travailed much but overcame.
Abigail, a woman of good understanding and a beautiful countenance with graciousness,
Averted the mischief wrought by Nabal her churlish husband.
Reflect on the beauty of the courage Deborah seised, serving as a judge to the Lord's people.
Fought in the face of danger as Sisera was sold into her hands.
Contemplate the amount of love Tabitha a woman full of good works and alms-deed possessed,
That even at death her folks would rather she lived again than lay helpless to death.
Ex-cogitate the excellency of the fulfillment of everlasting covenant,
The lord established through a seed from the barren womb of Sarah.
Ruminate over the determination of a virtuous Ruth,
From a low estate Mary, blessed among all women of whose seed is the king of kings.
A chew-over ambit an acquisition of a quintessential perspective.
Epigenetics?
I don't understand, but I wonder how come
I dream and remember things that happened
before I was born
perhaps caused when I am in my pram lay
absorbed without knowing what
the adults were talking about
my great-grandfather was a famed baker
who specialized in cakes and puddings
he had his own business, which his son my
grandfather squandered
I was drawn to the catering business
I no longer dream of my sister or my brother
they died young and have disappeared into
mythology
My mother I remember with fondness and
sadness, a hard-working woman with fierce
political opinions.
In later years, she succumbed to drinking and
took little interest in things around her
Of my father, I remember nothing
like looking into a blank wall, as my mother
once remarked I looked like my father
and she bore a secret smile.
One ominous thing is alcohol has played
and cast dark shadows through several
generations
I have myself suffered from this soul-eating
illness, I overcome by living far away and
in my writing
The addiction tendency is genetic
"Neglect is the biggest disease."
Natalie has been to five Paralympics, including Rio,
And recently took the bronze at World Powerlifting,
In Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia 2016, IPC World Cup -
It paralleled her Glasgow silver, Commonwealths.
She lifts in the 61kg class, but in Malaysia lifted a PB
Of 98kg. In 2013 at the Euros, Russia, she won silver,
And in 2015 at the Euros in Hungary she won bronze.
She’s competed longer than any other in powerlifting.
After finishing sixth at Rio she remarked: “I’m happy
with how I've done, I was hoping to get 3 good lifts
but just missed out on my 2nd. I'm pleased to clear
93kg, overall it was an amazing atmosphere, brilliant.”
No two ideas seem alike
Always paradoxical as North and South pole
Though they are of one individual,
You find a world of difference between them.
Time brings changes in our perceptions.
Some struggle with cognitive dissonance
Of ‘to be or not to be’ for deciding something
Some deliberately play the role of devil’s advocate
Some dogmatic ...
With their anomalous sense of invincibility
They pave a road to downfall and exile
The extreme arrogance and superiority
Culminate in their ruin and many human beings.
They ignore the reason and validity as they never cross check.
Getting two different opinions is not a mistake
Actually, we can use them as testing tools.
No doubt, self-esteem is to be honoured
But let us not allow our hearts burn and humiliate
Let’s avoid foolish opinions as Russell remarked.
Remember, human life is very little in this vast cosmos
Differences demand high price.
Why?
Ego... burns everything unless it is burnt.
Most hosts set out the good liquor until their guests starting getting drunk
and then they commence to serving the watered down and inferior junk
but when Jesus turned that sacred water into a fine wine
the guests remarked to the host, "you saved the best for last this time"
As a child I heard one of the last speeches of Dr. Martin Luther King
It went simply by the title of "I Have a Dream"
I was too young to comprehend that a historical moment had passed
but somehow I knew that Dr. King has saved the best for last
Over the course of time God sent many prophets, rulers and kings
to deliver His "Good News" and explain to the people what it means
from Abraham to Isaac, from Jeremiah to Malachi
all men sent to give us the Word from the Kingdom up on high
from Solomon to David to Daniel in the lion's den
God realized that He could not rely on the words coming from mere men
The Holy Spirit then descended on Mary and the die had been cast
when He finally sent His earthly son, Jesus of Christ at last
God needed a sinless soul to help mankind understand
that the Word of God is the ultimate life living plan
God needed an open mind to relate the parables and the stories
that in order to reach the Kingdom you must learn to give God all the glory
God needed a pure heart to demonstrate true compassion and care
and communicate to mankind that loving each other will draw Him near
and after all was said and done when the Son of Man did pass
we have finally come to realize that God saved the best for last
for God will shake you up
in order to wake you up
God will knock you down
in order to turn you around
He will put you in a place
where you will see the power of his grace
Jesus of Nazareth was God's only begotten son
His life and death was the sacrifice so that the victory could be won
He was the last messenger sent to give us God's gospel
He was that perfect being sent to do the impossible
He was a miracle maker and a spiritual awaker
His life and purpose for being was to offer mankind salvation
His mission was for God and mankind to have reconciliation
His death a crucifixion, an assassination, the ultimate and final task
and like Dr. King, the Lord God knew to save the best for last
I fervently prayed to the fairest angel,
who resembled Venus dressed in white:
she wore a long gown and rang a silver bell
and chanted sweet words into the quite night.
She stood by the glittering door with a sign, " Welcome to Heaven."
" O poor child...you are terribly late, we have no room for more!"
the tall angel whispered with concern...
" Have you been good, never told a lie again?"
" Is your conscience as pure as a lily,
but lies are as dark as stormy clouds...
lies that made you look and feel ugly!"
She remarked as I heard giggling sounds.
" No, gorgeous boy you must return to Earth,
and learn to be obedient and share chores...
it's not right that your sisters wash and wax floors,
run errands and have no time to play and chat.
" Dear, angel I have been so sick and lay in bed,
I watched them do all those chores, but my greed makes me sad
and I promise to be a better child if my wish is granted. "
" You'd rather be here than being with them? the fair angel asked.
I nodded with an intense desire to stay as I felt a drop of rain,
and as I reached for her gentle hand and I said, " Take me in. "
" Bring this child to me! " The mighty voice shouted as it echoed
through the golden chambers as angels gathered around.
That shining door that was kept closed, suddenly opened
as brightness blinded my sight...I had seen the invisible God!
My body turned into spirit and I needed not pray to the fairest angel...
to be behold that wonderful place that I had read about in the Bible.
A little girl entered the store dressed as Rudolph…complete with antlers and a shiny red nose. And the moment I saw her I remarked, “My, how that nose of yours glows.”
“That’s because I am Rudolph!” She announced with her nose raised up and shining bright. “I’m ready to help Santa if it’s foggy on Christmas Eve night.”
“Well, Rudolph…with a nose that bright…I am confident when I say…even on the darkest and foggiest Christmas Eve…you’ll help Santa find his way.”
But seeing no sign of a fake nose…in my mind a question quickly came to light…
“I was just wondering,” I had to ask, “how did you get your nose so bright?”
“I used my mom’s red marker!” She said…(an idea, I imagine, she, herself, conceived) obviously proud of her ingenuity and the result she had achieved.
As she trotted off toward the Children’s books her mom gave me a wink…
“There’s only one little problem.” She whispered. “That red marker was permanent ink.”
“The good news is,” I whispered back…”and this I truly believe, her nose will still be shining next year….if Santa needs her on Christmas Eve.”
Her mom shrugged her shoulders, shook her head and then gave me one of this understanding mommy smiles…just as her little Rudolph…from the back of the store came prancing up the aisle.
I’m hoping for fog this Christmas Eve.” I said. “So Santa will say: ‘Rudolph with your nose so bright…won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?”
She smiled and waved as they exited the store leaving me to wonder if this little girl
so innocent and small…
with her nose a permanent red…
will now go down in history as the most famous reindeer of all.
Dragon polished his nails and admired himself in the mirror once again; a daily ritual getting so old. The one lousy hair on his chin, protruding from a small wart which he called a, “birthmark”; warranted a razor, shaving foam and aftershave or so he insisted.
He blew himself a kiss and turned with a smile; “Do you think my fangs need more whitening?” He asked. “Dr. Raine said the last time that he “Couldn’t get them any whiter, remember?” I responded.
“Humph!” he snorted; “I can’t go around looking like some shoddy, back alley lizard now, can I? Now that I’m a professional flutist, I have a reputation to protect.” With that he patted my cheek and said, “Ciao baby, don’t wait up for me.”
I watched him grab his instrument and walk out the door. “Don’t get that big head get stuck”, I muttered softly. Why couldn’t I have adopted a normal dragon? No, I had to have the cutest one; how could I not have foreseen that ego?
When he said he wanted a flute, I bought him one; he hated it. “That’s a beginner flute,” he remarked. I want a, Master Class instrument!”
I gave in all too easily and a hundred payments later, he was playing Vivaldi, like a pro. Ok, so maybe that was a good investment.
Every contest he’d entered garnered him another golden trophy; but, did he really need a tuxedo to wear when he received those baubles? My credit cards gained weight at lightning speed, as he grew. I passed his room; stuck my tongue out at that, trophy wall and noticed his vanity. Did he really need one hundred and twelve different bottles of cologne?
At two am, he awoke me with an anxious cry. I heard, “Mumsey dear, wake up…the concert was superb and the governor was so impressed, (of course, he would be…) with my playing; he’s invited me, me to play for his inaugural dinner! Can I have your credit card? I need to get a French manicure and have my scales waxed. Oh, and I’m going to need a new Tux.”
“You have twenty three tuxedos in your closet; why can’t you wear one of those?” I asked him.
“Mumsey”, he replied, “I have a reputation to maintain.” He tweaked my cheek; smiled at himself in the mirror and under my breath I muttered back, “I can hardly wait until his, ever-growing ego, gets him stuck in the doorway.”
She was happy to hear that drizzles
had made the pollen more tollerable.
She had been saddened by the large amounts of pollen
that made herr eyes red and caused her
to sneeze. Blowing into her bassoon became
a chore
due to the fact her nose was sore and sneezing
bothered her.
When the rains began she smiled:
she wiped
the dust and pollen off the table and floors
and made the whole area a great smelling place
by using lavender with it's great smell.
She remarked a cocuss tree had fallen to
be created into this beautiful bassoon.
I had made such sad sounds with
my instrument.
Now with the pollen gone
and me happy I can play a happy tune
and honor
the cocuss tree which had been felled
that I might have this beautiful baSSOON.
tHE STRAWBERRIES SHALL BE FAT AND SWEET WITH
THE GREAT WEATHER WE HAVE.
i SHALL BE HAPPY AND FULL OF GLEE
EATING THESE LOVLY
FRUITS.mY SWIMSUIT SHALL HUG
EACH CURVE OF MY BODY
AS i SUNBATH
THERE i SHALL REST
AND RESTORE MY
HAPPINESS AND REHERST MY
MUSIC.
tHESE SONGS SHALL TELL THE TALE
OF MY DOUBTFULNESS AND BOUT WITTH
THAT MEAN OLD POLLEN
nOW THAT i AM HAPPY i SHALL
GET GUIUTAR AND DRUMS
AND FLUTES TO PLAY
AMSIT THESE PROFESSIONAL MINDED FOLK!
wRITTEN BY:
TENTION DE PUTAIN LA FEMME À LA CHATTE PHAT
A.K.A;Aliénor Aurélie Jeu de Selle
Bassoon player extraordinaire
From the Book
" Heart Broken Men"
by Doppa Dolce Meatus
A Tale of Music Composer
Changing the Way we Veiw the Instruments
we Use.
Why is thee bassoon assocated with Sadness.
I walked in there and there they were
The Lyre and The Flute
a Composers misunderstanding of
who he loves.