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sightseeing
and it does not matter
when i see the joy in your eyes
i
am not doing this for me
for i have been here before
instead
i am doing it for you because
you have been through it and you deserve to experience some fun and release
windowshopping
and it set your mind at ease
when he broke your heart, i wanted you to revisit the actual heart of sincerity
you
taught me the reteaching of The Golden Rule
so i decided to shower you with some type if Platinum Treatment
when
self is removed from the spotlight for another to enjoy
the satisfaction is unexpected like a thoughtfully planned surprise party
this
in turn is my way of saying thank you for everything
and i truly appreciate all that you have done for me
believe
me when i express to you that your meaning in and to
my life means more to me than i could ever put into....a poem....
What if God removed all women from the earth
And no one left for man to love or give birth
Or worse. mans cursed,
To wander alone in the universe
To cook and clean and shop all alone
And celebrate special occasions on his own
Or there were no more little dresses to by
for that little apple of his eye
Pictures absent of pretty smiles
No one to sit with and chat awhile
No more candlelight dinners for two
No soft skin laying next to you
Man would build dream houses for empty dreams,
No kids no toys no rooms to clean
A gift taken for granted its flower will shed
And selfish love will wind up dead
So treasure your flower and watch your garden grow
And shower your love so she keeps her glow
II.
Liesel spent months worrying about this,
about dark minions and young souls that hurt,
she even started fearing for herself
for questioning the teachings of the church.
She did not want to damn herself to Hell,
but she couldn’t believe that it was true
that a loving God would punish children
for something that they themselves couldn’t do.
How did it make sense that helpless infants
could be punished due to their parents?
Why would they suffer for another’s sins,
how in the world did such a thing make sense?
But Liesel kept this turmoil inside,
and tried to just keep on living her life,
didn’t tell of doubts that haunted her thoughts,
or worried dreams that kept hear up at night.
It all came to a head six months later,
her neighbor’s new baby died in his sleep,
The town gathered up for the funeral,
to weep loudly, and to pour out their grief.
Liesel loitered near the back of the crowd,
every so often she glanced to the woods,
until finally she saw the woman,
and decided she’d settle this for good.
She crept out of her parent’s house that night,
made her way slowly down to the churchyard,
at midnight the old crone walked to the grave,
and from her cloak removed some sort of jar.
She opened it and stood there quietly
for a long moment, then shuffled away,
Liesel followed, determined that somehow
she would not make this foul demon pay.
Through a dark forest of eldritch oak trees,
where brushy undergrowth scratched at her skirts,
across gurgling streams that wet her feet,
down dark ravines where the wolfpacks still lurked.
Amidst calling owls loud in the night,
she followed that old crone through the wild,
she kept a good distance, forty paces,
her feet bled, and she wheezed from the trial.
Finally she came upon a small glade,
to the center of it the crone did go,
right to an old cabin that rose up there,
Over the door was a sign that said ‘Limbo.’
Her heart froze as the old woman walked in,
she saw the briefest flash of light from inside,
all of her reason screamed out, ‘You should run!’
But she couldn’t, no matter how hard she tried.
Some great force acted deep within her soul,
she couldn’t say if for good of for ill,
but Liesel found herself approaching the door,
simply a pawn to some powerful will…
Hell was created for Satan and his angels
It has been enlarged to accommodate all Jezebels
I dislike fact that the word hell has to exist
Awesome if could be removed, not just word but place desist
Magnificent if Satan never fell_obeyed
If he worshiped God and followers did not persuade
Now Satan temps man, leads him from God's love, directs
Him in wrong way, his subjects he tricks_ hell they never suspect
Hell enlarged to hold all who sin_ never repent
Heaven is a much better place, repent do an ascent
Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico
Contest: What "word" do you hate most???
This is called Poulter's Measure
My Garden
The dirt calls to me.
The seeds are waiting.
I need to pray before I begin.
Nothing will grow right,
unless I do this.
I feel the sun warm on my face.
The earth is pliant to my touch.
My gloves are removed.
I want to be closer to Him.
I am on my knees now,
most of this day and the next.
I don't mind,
I feel it is the right place,
to ask for a blessing.
One that would feed us,
and keep us,
for all the cold winter,
and into the new spring.
For now, I count the pieces
in my hand.
Each a sign of hope,
and a vivid, tangible representation
of a future worth living for.
Thank you, Father,
for my garden,
and for the rest you give me,
for my soul.
This writ shalt not make me loved!
But insanity, murder, lies and I do
not fit hand in glove.
This morning , abandoned soldiers' in
Kabul wives were raped.
Whilst you drink ale and swing on your
front gate!
Sick American children could not board a
plane nor their mothers.
Afghanis' sat comfortably in plush planes
chatting and chortling with each other.
What kind of animal did you put in office?
If you think you are safe here, your brain
exited it's orifice!
You will weep those oh, so humanitarian
hot tears.
But will feel better, after a pizza and a few beers.,
Win a few trophies, place high on lists?
Who cares if heads of soldiers' wives and their own,
severed, glow in the morning mist?
Who are we, anyway?
I do not know..,have never seen human
beings, like heartless, icicles sway!
Put Kamala Harris in his place!
Lying to Americans, demands he be removed
at once.
Kabul~ a total disgrace!
9-2-2021
OF What Importance Is Money
In a Disastrous World,
What is the point of being rich?
to live all lonely and be sad
What is the point of building a mansion?
to show Power & Wealth while your life is a misery
What is the point of having a million cars?
if you can drive one at a time
Why is the point of using social media?
counting your likes & views
why you lack personality and confidence
always in need of human approval
to know your perfect the way you are
As you ask yourself this question:
You become to question life
Why are the rich the most miserable?
Not to be rude, but it looks like a fact
Why has money taken away dignity?
Why has corruption taken away righteousness?
Has our world fallen
Or is it the fruit of ignorance?
we kill for money & betray for couple of coins
We have become judas,
for a couple of coins, betray Jesus
What education do you teach us children?
what roots are you planting in us?
The roots of corruption and trickery
I get it. You got bills to pay,
but is worth the sacrifice.
is the bills more important
than the generation you’re living behind?
if you say yes then,
my prayer for you is let your eyes be open
Because I am sick and tire
Tire of seeing children’s life destroy
due to the mistake committed by their parents
Tire because wealth has removed joy from homes
Tire because our self approval
has to come from
the likes we get on Instagram or Twitter
Tire because our new love is corruption,
Spreading rumors is now our hobbies
yeah, that the new world we live in,
where money can buy love
What a tragedy,
humanity’s progression & over knowing
has caused some of us more pain than good
It led us to lose our senses
Oh, my soul weeps & grieve
But scream to see the new rising ray
that will shine like a million sun
Far removed from the unrelenting hustle and bustle of quotidian existence,
There's no place I'd rather be at the moment. The air is so fresh. I find
My peace of mind here. Sometimes, all is silent like trickling tear. The silence
Broken by robins tweeting blissful hosannas. I'm so content here my inner child
Dances with abandon like a twirling dry foliage. Ah, the sounds of nature!
The babbling brook hums of peace. A spring rainbow arches over the hillside,
Butterflies bounce around blooming wildflowers. There's no illusion about
The sheer beauty of this peaceful valley. Could this be heaven on Earth?
It sure looks like it to me. Would you care to join me?
peace in the valley
rainbow hovers above me...
a welcome respite
CURTAINS
Setting: A couple in their bedroom.
Characters:
Wife: Innocent and simpering. Dressed to kill.
Husband: Severe. Soberly dressed.
Dialogue:
Husband: What is that you are wearing my dear?
It looks like your mother’s curtains I fear.
Wife: The boutique was closed; a bit of a bind.
So I had make do with what I could find.
Husband: I suppose that’s what’s known as window dressing.
Wife: Oh Darling, I find that pun quite depressing.
Husband: Far more depressing for your dear Mama,
When she finds out where her curtains are.
Wife: Do you like the net curtains I’ve used as a veil?
Husband: Well … you might have removed the curtain rail.
I foresee a problem you’ve not catered for.
With that in you’ll never get through the door.
Wife: Oh yes. An oversight of mine
That calls for a little re-design.
Husband: That’s all very well, but I’m still quite appalled
And insist the curtains are re-installed.
Wife: I thought you would fancy me in these.
(Seductively) You can open the curtains whenever you please.
Husband: I walked past your mother’s bedroom tonight
And saw her undressed; a ghastly sight.
Wife: Oh … I see what you mean.
That’s quite obscene
Husband: If you didn't remove the track,
I think you'd better put them back
Epilogue An open and shut case
Current world reality
Equals with timeline of insanity
Indifference is tempting many'
As an alcove of sanctuary
Solace seeking in ambiguity.'
Abdication hovers in the shadows
Pales of sincerity assailed en-masse
Many souls are impaled upon them
Righteous existence is their foundation
Eons established their warriors are
To be removed' to act in the reordering
The utmost heaven will be reinforced.'
A great purging a new discipling enacted
Former drug dependants alcaholics whores
And murderers plus many others, will be
Sanctified.' by the their struggles through sin.
Carried on the flood of the blood tide amen.'
They will judge the angels and Gods heaven
Will be swept meticulously under His direction
Then are His armies unleashed.' To satans doom
All this preceeded by appointed blood moons'