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A tale of a lady in waiting.....
Emily did speed dating,
For her swain she is waiting,
Emily, anticipating,
Hopes fantasising,
Are her nuptials nearing?
Is today that diamond appearing?
Shall she have a solitaire ring?
Preceding her white wedding?
Now her swain is appearing,
He has a burning question,
She waits for his suggestion,
She's the lady in waiting,
Is her swain proposing?
"Emily, Emily, Emily,"
He sighs heavily,
"Here is my question burning,
I ask my soul's deep yearning."
Emily waits for a diamond ring,
"Emily, Emily, Emily,"
Swain whispers breathily,
The lady is waiting.....
"Can you marinate chicken wings?"
He yells angrily,
"That's rude, that's crude!
That's the last time I see you!"
Now her own wings she is marinading,
Does she resume speed dating?
Does Emily ever stop dreaming?
Solitaire ring anticipating,
The lady is waiting....
The lady is waiting....
And waiting, and waiting, and waiting.......
Yes, the light does not arrive
it accumulates,
Yes, not a switch but a gradient,
not a moment but an hour,
Yes, darkness and light argue slowly,
neither winning cleanly,
Yes, and the world is briefly,
beautifully, neither.
Yes, at four the darkness is still absolute and entire,
Yes, yet the birds open their throats and sing anyway,
Yes, not because they see the light but because they trust the turn,
Yes, you do not need the dawn before you begin.
Yes, by five the sky tries blue against the black,
Yes, a ghost-colour, a suggestion, a possibility rehearsed,
Yes, night and day inhabit the same sky without confusion
Yes, this is not contradiction, this is honesty.
Yes, by six the mist catches light differently than the hills do,
Yes, a tree steps forward, then the field, then the far ridge,
Yes, each thing returning to its name, its shape, its place,
Yes, having come through the dark without losing what it was.
Yes, this is the joy: the long accumulated yes,
Yes, light choosing the world, detail by deliberate detail,
Yes, the birds already knew and now, so do you
Yes, go through, go through, the light is always coming.
In the beginning it was not so. Adam and Eve were perfect when God’s created them. Their interaction with each other reflected the perfection of the relationship between Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
They, like us were created with freedom of choice and could choose whether to follow God’s plan for their lives, or go their own way. When tempted by Satan, they chose to follow his suggestion and disobey God.
That act of disobedience fractured their relationship with God and with each other, and resulted in the brokenness that we experience today.
Adam and Eve hid from God after their disobedience. This is the first evidence of Brokenness. We hide or try to hide our wrongdoing because we are Broken.
Confronted with his disobedience, Adam and Eve resorted to blame. He blamed God, she blamed the serpent. Ever wondered why we are inclined to blame others for our mistakes. It’s because we are Broken.
Many children are abandoned by one or sometimes both parents, who themselves were abandoned by one or both of their parents. The result is brokenness.
Divorce, substance abuse, prostitution, sexual promiscuity, lesbianism, homosexuality, bisexuality, low self-esteem, pleasure-seeking, lying, cheating, stealing, killing, and a myriad other dysfunctions are symptoms of humanity’s Brokenness.
Where do we find help for our Brokenness? It begins with a choice. We know from experience that to keep our cars running well we need to follow the instructions in the Owner’s Manual.
Follow the instructions and your car runs well and you get to enjoy it for a long time. Ignore the instructions and your car will finally break down and leave you stranded. The choice is yours.
After this Brokenness invaded God’s plans for a perfect life for his creatures, he devised a plan to combat our Brokenness and finally effect humanity’s healing and restoration.
Like cars, we have a Maker and he has provided us with an Owner’s Manual, called the Bible. Read it and become familiar with God’s plan for our healing and restoration.
By following his instructions, we can mitigate the effects of our Brokenness. When we ignore his instructions, we experience break down in one or many areas of life. The choice is ours. Healing and Restoration or Brokenness.
It was a really big day; all was going smoothly.
Until the mommy brought her six year old daughter to me.
The child was inconsolable, crying hysterically, hiccup-crying.
"We saw my brother's car beside the interstate on the way in," the woman said.
I said to my daughter, "That's your uncle Gary's car!"
There were onlookers, but no police yet.
"We got out to see," she said. "Gary was lying in the grass, dead."
The child's crying got louder.
"You'll have to calm her down," she told me. "I've got lots to do."
I suggested maybe they should spend the day together.
Received an exasperated sigh.
"You're the counselor," she said. "That's your job!"
The child held on tightly, wailing.
The principal came to help.
She made the same suggestion I had made.
"This is your job!" she told us as she pried herself away
from the keening child.
It was a really big day.
Do you ever wonder
How you would be viewed,
If you became extensively –
Extensively tattooed?
Would you be transformed
Into a real cool dude,
If you became extensively –
Extensively tattooed?
Would your partner join you,
Or would the suggestion be pooh-poohed,
If you became extensively –
Extensively tattooed?
Would you bare all,
But not feel nude,
If you became extensively –
Extensively tattooed?
Do you think the artwork
Could help lift your mood,
If you became extensively –
Extensively tattooed?
Do you think it would change
My critical attitude,
If I too became extensively –
Extensively tattooed?
Dear Budding Poet,
Modern poetry to me is the reflection of the chaos and
declining intolerance of modern times. It expresses the pent-up
emotions writhing in complexity trying to embrace our beautiful lives.
I know you’re a budding poet pining to express yourself and
aspiring to make a mark. My advice to you would
be to listen to your heart and transcribe in your own way what
it says. It’ll become a poem because your heart is the window
on the world through which you perceive the human values taking
intricate shapes, yarns of emotions weaving tapestry of joy
and grief, and the beauty of life designing ecstasy in your mind.
Don't ever close this window. You look out at the pristine
nature and absorb the elegance it frames. You would reach
the realm of exaltation when your mind would swim on
imagination. Let it flow in its own course meandering through
the landscape of your times. Wake up the muse in you and
let it float. You’ll then find formless blocks of words appear
as imagery. You need to use your pen to sculpt from these
the piece of art, your poetry.
Poetry in my life is like a perennial fountain drenching my
parched mind, drowning my sorrow, draining my tears
and satiating me with joy of creation.
My favorite themes : nature, love, emotions, fantasy,
introspection, desire, dream.
My favorite reference sources : www. howmanysyllables.com,
Cliché Finder, Thesaurus, www.rhymezone.com.
Titles of my favorite poems I’ve written (in order of preference) :
Atmospheric Pressure, Your Lacustrine Beauty, Through
The Opaque Night, Flowing Silence, As I was Walking In The Snow,
Searching You, Sign of Times, Kite Flies Away From Concrete
Jungle, Opening The Mind’s Petals, Embrace of Quietus.
My literary background : I’m an Earth Scientist having a doctorate
degree, published many scientific papers , received national
awards for research. My parents who were teachers of
literature infused in me the love for poetry. I started writing poetry
from high school days, published 4 books of poems.
Suggestion for book title : “The making of a poet”,
“Poems in search of a poet”.
May, 23, 2018.
There are not enough digits in the whole round world
To count the neutrinos passing through a finger
But they don't stop to look around, examining what might be found
Should they decide to rest there, then to linger
Passing through's their raison d'etre, no end point that we know, and yet
There must be reason in this right of passage
The toll on us pays out in years, not Tacitus, nor any peers
Could measure or record their age or message
We count on other things and so we measure what will come and go
Trying to decide just what things matter
We hope we might luck out and capture what removes all doubt
Distinguishing the former from the latter
We think that measure's down to science, sure that there is some reliance
In knowing that we have the right to question
But knowing just which question's right's a question of our own insight
Which should lead us from suspicion to suggestion
Should we capture one of those little guys, passing through our eyes and skies
And shrink ourselves down to the size where we could ask a question
What question could we ask that might just be the one that leads us right
To conquering our mental indiscretion
The answers to life's mysteries are not all found in histories
Learn from them, don't be numbed by their suppression
At his wedding Arthur received
a magnificent round table, he was pleased
From king Leodegrances of cameliard
graciously covered, impressively carved
As time went by Arthur decreed
twenty four men that would up heed
He made them knights and brothers to him
to keep the laws and not to sin
Twenty four knights, gallant and steady
to serve their king and country, ready
They sat round the table with one another
each one loving their fellow brother
One knight caught Arthur’s eye
his combat skills, extremely high
He made him his champion knight
Sir Lancelot, who relished the fight
The knights became so well known
throughout Briton, throughout Rome
There fame spread around the globe
to foreign countries they all rode
Slaying dragons and fighting battles
their missions heard, with deathly rattles
At Mount Badon their glorious victory
defeating the Saxons, the rest is history
Now the people had peace here in Briton
but the knights became unsettled and ridden
So at mystic Merlin’s magical suggestion
Arthur listened and didn’t question
They sent the knights on a crusade
to the Holy land where they all prayed
In search of the Holy Grail
which became a wondrous tale
The roman Emperor was so impressed
with Arthur’s army and religious quest
And after a lot of talk and fighting
gave him the western half of Europe, in writing
Queen Guinevere had fallen for Sir Lancelot
he returned her favours quite a lot
He tried hard to control his heart
but his love grew strong from the start
Poor Arthur did not know
until his nephew Mordred, told him so
© Copyright 28th December 2010 K.C.Leake
I think you would have found sociology agreeable.
The chapters jump right into the heart of the matter and do not cause you to stray wondering--spelled with an 'o' not an 'a'--as 'stray' would have clued you in, ... and I wouldn't suggest psychology.
Why not? You'd pass out in the hallway fronting the classroom door. You're still young enough, and you should give sociology the benefit of your doubt to its full measure.
Why did you tell me--back to school, me, I mean I'm not like you. Jane stop. Don't measure me to you, but measure yourself owned outright--firstly, by not putting yourself down.
Why sociology? Because of your verbal reactions to my points relating to the matter.
Yours is one of wonder--again spelled with an 'o,' you'll quickly learn how not to swim endlessly in a goldfish bowl wandering--with an 'a,' going from end to end realizing no corners that would bear points, reasons going in a circled bowl, wondering, now with an 'o,' of an open ocean, and endless swims each bearing a point of interest to a goldfish, who's now left to wander----------with an 'a'-----------smart girl.
The goldfish scenario is a hopeful suggestion, unlike Clint's objectives. Why say it like that? Well, I'm flattered ... to be used, Jane!
And, I am not placing that vacant ruse in the brevity of our encounter, for I am including you Jane, and the five times that fellow workers made that arduous journey to your Shang-Gri-La invitee and our office poor water cooler, ... had to cool down.
That Sociology book, though it's been a few years, it should still be in use or at least in circulation, that is, if you pass on the sitting purview.
Does the turkey look done? The young bride asked her husband.
She was having both families to Thanksgiving and she was nervous.
Her husband had no clue. He had not ever cooked a turkey either.
His mother was on her way. She had a meat thermometer in her purse.
She did not want to seem pushy, but she was ready to use it.
What do you think? The young bride asked her mother-in-law.
The young bride’s mother tried to give a suggestion, but she got snarled at.
So the mother-in-law kept the meat thermometer in her purse.
Fearful of the wrath of the young cook.
Not realizing women are never as mean to anyone else
As they are to their mothers as she was the mother to six sons, no daughters.