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In the beginning we all longed,
To be in comfort’s arms, held strong.
Never to be too far too long,
But we all have fallen, gone wrong.
Now as you pray with faith today,
For holy trust to obey,
And follow Christ who is the way,
You know that life is great!
With every breath you exhale, intake,
And each unending vow you make,
Cemented and set to never break,
Your joy won’t fade nor ever shake.
Your life’s experiences from before,
Tell you that there’s always more,
For your growing heart that soars,
On the glory of the Lord.
So as a rule, rule out the bad,
And everything that makes you sad.
In time you’ll find you’ll feel quite glad,
For everything that’s right is rad!
Be blessed, be smart, be clean, be true,
And most of all be you, yes you!
Someday all you want will come true,
And even then you’ll have more to do!
A Grandfather and Grandson
Together as a team
Preparation in the uplift
Wisdom expressed
Grandfather words, “LISTEN WELL TO MY TEACHINGS”
Commodity takes courage
Efforts and Talent that will follow
Elements of exploration
Believe in yourself and rule out can’t
Successful is an eventful moment
Endeavors ever after
Knowledge in wisdom wonder
Through the eyes of one’s observation
An Old Man teaching his Grandson an inspiring lesson
Can do principle
Attention given
Out of the mouth of Doubt came the revelation of assurance
This is a true story
My Grandfather has gone to glory
I am the Grandson
Commodity from his knowledge became my reality
Well trained and wonderfully prepared
I am my Grand Fathers product
Survival tool
Having understanding being no Fool
My Grandfathers last words, “You are going to remember this Old Man”
Good reason in never forget
His loss I regret
Lifelong sustaining life into the ever after.
When the well-rested rooster woke up at noon, he found himself in the lap
of a gorgeous boy and he was telling his mom with urgency,
"I want this rooster, he can keep the lonely and moody parrot company!"
And staring at him," It's a rooster, not a pet!" she exclaimed.
Mothers always try to please their kids, and sometimes they really spoil them,
not according to their customs and beliefs, controversially fathers are stricter than them;
"I'll take care of him and soon he'll be living in our ranch home" he promised...
and continuing,"From now on, his name will be Harbor: the lovely place where I found him!"
The gentle boy kept his promise and Harbor became part of the family,
and the talkative parrot taught him to say the exact words he said;
and months went by, but nobody knew that he could speak so humanly,
and how did they find out that Harbor was smarter than an ordinary bird?
They overheard him in a challenging conversation about finding a perfect mate,
in the shortest time and the shrewd parrot thought he surely would have been the winner,
but to his surprise, Harbor used his accumulated wisdom and searched the nearby farm,
where chicks were bred and then put in perforated carboard crates on a freighter.
Harbor looked around and didn't really like any of the chicks he saw,
and was he about to give up on his search? Suddenly not! He trotted past the noisy farm,
and to his bewilderment, he spotted a young chicken on the grass below...
and gallantly approached her, and with a chat started a romantic affair by keeping her warm.
Harbor and the young chick clicked and they quickly were talking about marriage,
lots of baby chicks to feed: the ultimate dream of two domesticated birds;
at first, the upset boy wasn't too happy about their agreement, and exploded in rage,
but realizing what was best for Harbor, he finally gave him his blessings.
On the same farm the newly-wed live, and have big plans for a large family;
one more thing, if curious folks decide to visit them anytime soon, they need a reservation.
They will show them around with their fowl hospitality, but rule out temptation;
none of them will end up on their plates for the next Holidays or any other special festivity!
Assuming in a nutshell this house of ours here
in Africa
like so many things are falling apart
and then like this kind of love is the lover of itself
like African people did not care how they are differing
in the deen.
O Africa when will you stop being like anthropological
museum or station or like a political battle field or like a
strange place to strike - and - divide-and - rule out
something of our deen.
For see how you dovetail today
for see how it seems you may be tomorrow
for see how the world is suffering at your hands, or did
you not notice that?.
O Africa what made your lands so apt and careless to
accept an abomination as hash world difference for
instance yet you knew no need, yet you leave your rights
and duties and obligations hampering and sinking
elsewhere if not in the first place transformational
and sort promotional there.
O Africa were you not recently due to doomed to slavery
and by the grace were delivered.
Let assume that the claim is pinned to democracy, but
yours is even worse right than the well advanced
democracies and nations.
O Africa Is advise you to forget about dividing the deen
(since by naming you are differing most) and be
foremost bearer of it's flag for better and for worse.
Is there some rule out there
that a broken heart has to last;
that it must drag you back to memory's lair
and remind you of what's come and passed?
Is there some cosmic order
that this must be the case;
that once you cross pain's border,
memories never lose the race?
Is there some rule out there
that good men, good people, have to fall;
that God has to laugh in the face of 'fair'
and shove us into cruel remembrance's thrall?
Is there a reason for all of this,
for the sadness, the tears, all the waste and shame;
or has the world just been wrought amiss -
all we thought real destined to be put to the flame?
Arson not ruled out as Emco chemicals are being tossed all over the north Chicago cab company on Sheridan road where the contents of the tailor shop was being stored remembering Tony Boloney Anton Goracia North Chicago cab driver the many days nights spent after the arson murder of 8 wow 1984 Christmas Eve history repeating itself march 1998 fire blazes to cover the tailor shop contents amazing how to get away with arson murder of 9 use emco chemicals petroleum camphor the blazer and there you have do you sew the fbi questions what do you know about arson murders payoffs bribes during elections choose your fire chief watch the fires ignite and keep your mouth shut for 40 years eyes wide shut pay corruption I wore wires pregnant for the Fbi this covered up arson murder of 9 persons today I am blessed I survived the car bomb meant to silence me while they try and rule out arson again
A lifelong friend has a troubled soul,
Though sunlight flows from realms above,
Inner demons rule, out of control,
Robbing him of the thrill of love.
Senses are hazy; Discerns are grey,
Awkward to think and process thought,
Taxing to act and testing to pray,
Void of nerve to do what he ought.
Cries in his cup of bitter darkness,
Feels falling into deep abyss,
Can’t distinguish between worst and best,
Bad decisions lead him amiss.
Sleep is the only secure escape,
From agony of being awake,
Wondering how much more he can take,
Knowing that his life is at stake.
Staggers into each and every day,
Needing purpose and worthiness,
Yearning for release to a new way,
Where peace follows self-worthlessness.
Like a shadow in well-lit doorway,
Means something is impeding light,
If shadow fades, it’s my friends doomsday,
Leaving him naught with which to fight.
I seem powerless to help my friend,
Would do anything within my might,
Can’t bear thinking of a tragic end,
If this poor soul turns out the light.
anything could happen today
i mull and sift through
likely possibilities
rule out the unlikely
settle upon the most reasonable
as usual I walk
take a longer route
still pondering
how the day will unfold
unaware
of the passage of time
the day slips into afternoon
I am still speculating
planning eventualities
working out how to manage
the coming hours
time slips by unnoticed
it is evening
still anything is possible
anything could still surprise
take me unawares
I am yet more vigilant
watching for something
night falls
i ponder the endless possibilities
the odds of anything happening
tomorrow
Miss Marple is a famous sleuth
She investigates and gets the truth
Murder intriguing has been committed
Just as well she's quite quick-witted.
Whom does this crime benefit most?
We can rule out our charming host
Victim was found dead in his room
Around his body flowers strewn.
Completely by accident Marple saw
Delivery of flowers at kitchen door
Where busy maid spends her day
All mundane tasks are sent her way.
She might be poor, but that blackguard
Sent flowers with invite scrawled on card!
Never expecting she would not comply
The fillet knife aided his dying sigh.
Flowers she threw in such distress
Then walked away from mortal mess
Bravely she sought Marple's advice
Who said 'she was skating on rather thin ice'.
Enigma surrounds this long closed case
The victim, no gentleman was a disgrace
Home in her cottage, thinking things through
Marple wondered what Poirot would do?
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Public Domain image: Agatha Christie 1910
once upon a so very long time ago he was told
that the biggest gift of love one can make is
to let someone go in peace and bless their future journey
he did not gift the separation to his former lover
she took it on her quest for independence
for in her path of self-discovery and freedom
there was no longer any place for his company
and it does not matter whether she was selfish
or followed the guidance of her Higher Power
there is still so much mutual love between the two of them
they have a deep soul connection and sexual desire
so much so that they do not rule out the chance
they might marry again like in some cheap trashy novel
he prayed for a harmonious fair just and peaceful dissolution
and the Gods seem to be looking kindly upon his request
an appointment for a lawyer has been scheduled
terms have been negotiated and mutually agreed upon
but every box packed for their individual moves hurts badly
every trinket considered kept or thrown in the trash is an ending
and while each act of decluttering offers a chance for moving on
the ending of their passionate journey together seems surreal
today he got a phone call from his childhood friend
whose son has committed suicide after long masked depression
an illness only too well known for the discarded husband
and for the first time in a very long while he can say
he would have rather have his own real problems
would not wish to swap plights in a million years