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Money to invest?
To stay ahead of the rest,
Not sure who you can trust.
Look no further,
Nothing can be surer,
Buy one for your mother,
Sell one to your Brother,
No longer a need for a broker
Guaranteed to be the best labelling gun on the market,
Can hit a moving target,
Faster than a speeding rocket,
Most retailers willing to stock it,
No licence fee to hit you in the pocket.
Comes with free sample of most frequently fired labels,
Bigot being just one example of what can turn the tables,
On those with a case of the grumbles,
We can also custom make labels to suit most tastes.
As required by law we do have to put a warning in the fine print,
That labels can leave a lasting imprint,
On the environment
And we do not recommend their use on an infant.
Don't be put off by the price,
If you want to enjoy a life
That does not include trying to remove labels with a knife,
Because you chose to be nice
And let the other person have first crack with a labelling device,
All because you did not take my investment advice.
Sometimes, breaking – there is a sense of God’s love
Stirring – bleeding through the shadows,
In silhouettes of gladness – a dance with the wonderful,
Silencing all the dark’s promises, remembering only
Soft trembling of an ache, the feeling
Falling around me in flames, fires fed by insecurities,
Fires fed by pain – this is the breaking that feels like
A hopeless need, pleading to be erased by the music of grace,
The music, played with truth and making a way for beauty,
Beautiful souls soothing…
Sometimes, a light – glistening with the joy, the experience
Knowing what it means to walk away, free from the mourning,
Embraced by the sound – like rain falling,
gentling the moments
When the feelings bleed into my spirit –
Whispering faith, singing of praise, prayers
Pleading for His wisdom, His way, His understanding embrace,
The music of a faith far surer – far more durable than I can think –
This is the faith that comes from knowing what it means to love,
Love without thinking – without any rejecting or neglecting,
Without regretting…
This is love, love from the heart who trembles to be adopted
By the spirit who I need, Him – The ONE, the spirit who needs only…
To be given the opportunity to give freedom – to give
Without reason, without any reason… perfect love, perfect freedom
Love so alive it feels like it is almost tangible, more than a feeling
Yet, never a possession – it is more than physical, more than eventual,
More than a blessing…
Even in my heart, the darkness clinging – fighting the temptations,
I resist so I can see the moment when my heart is met with His kiss,
The moment when I know Him better than I could have ever imagined,
Because He is the One my heart beats after –
the One my heart believes
Forevermore… He is the ONE I love with a heart that He chose,
a heart That He loves…
Even my heart knows – the miracle of God,
the miracle of overwhelming
Love!
When will Baz..Ben & their men ken..learn
Despite or to spite the "has beens" concern
Trouble to rubble only listen to their bubble
That Bazball trite shi*e they're always right
Be true to thine self.. the cover drive shelf
Lack that knack & gift to swiftly shift back
On pacy racy turfs where the conker surfs
Play it late and don't hit it on the up mate
Wafts of wishing fishing on the 5th stump
Down in the dump chump will then flump
Snag trumped by the ball that did rag jump
Nicked to slip or off the glove it did thump
Rascals debacles and wickets castled slump
Head more pizzazz..razzmattazz did gazump
Smoother purer surer bravura groover jazz
Baz did kowtow to an Aussie..now take a bow
OZ's wizard of the wood blizzard was that good
Y'all we should clearly really call it "TRAV or is that CHAV BALL !
Trapped in the wind, sheltering silence,
Bursting with grace – truth sighs,
Spirit’s music, pouring from the night,
Easy flow of yesterdays verity,
Gushing light over the moments,
Raining dew, stirring the purposes of shadows,
Who believe in the sun like the wind,
Dancing on the forest, brave
As the oceans who withstand the seasons,
Pleasant and reasonable,
Erasing the darkness with a grace
Beyond dreaming – tis’ mercy grieving…
Blessed by the moon’s wisdom,
Effortless rustling through the oaks,
Strong as the music from hearts who know,
Beyond the edge of the forests,
Where shadows, bold and brilliant,
Sing hope through each rainbow,
Melodies reminding every heart,
When light moves from its hesitant thoughts,
Trembling with laughter, on seas of fire,
Erasing fear – promising faith to the spirit…
It is a war between the sun and the moon,
Needless to say, the winner prays,
Convincing the wind that everything
Begins again – just beyond the hours
After the sun rises or sets,
Creating the fire that ripples through the heart,
Ending all regret,
Responding to the night
With whispers of graceful mists,
Who blend the dew with the tune,
Loving the truth, who wins in June,
Losing in February,
When the night remembers no more,
The beating of a heart who colors the night,
In the silence of snow piling up,
As the winter reveals the sanctity of shadows,
Who lift their gaze to smile,
Hesitant, shy…. Like the ghostlike rain
Who feeds the stars their glow,
Reassuring us all that even the stars must know,
Wherever the sun rises, wherever the moon shines,
There is a silent prayer answered….
It is all in God’s hands,
We’re all a part of His plan…
God guides the sun, the moon, the light,
Who remembers that grace is more beautiful,
When we don’t struggle and fight
Against the urgency of His tender touch,
The urgency of a love far surer than day or night,
A love that supplies the very best light!
Love changes me from doubtful to hopeful
From down and out – to up in the clouds
From worried and anxious to happy and content
From lost in the sorrow
To inspired by the moments of grace
Love changes me from grief-stricken
To pleased and jubilant
From dark and dreary to light and cheery
From lost in the pain to grateful for the gain
From the shadows of disgust
To the enthusiasm of wanderlust
Love changes me from angry and bound by pride
To humble and willing to provide
For others more than myself, giving with a open spirit
Willing to accept whatever may come
With a open heart, in a spirit of sweet love
Love changes me from tense and agitated
To relaxed amid the glorious goodness
Of a life filled with fulfillment and beauty
Breathtaking rapture that satisfies the soul
Leaves the heart full of hope
And keeps the soul growing surer
Of a love that is God’s promise of eternity
Love changes me from thankless and unpleasant
To grateful for the faith that gives me
Second chances, joy within and complete assurance
That I have His spirit to confide in
Speak to in prayer that will sustain and satisfy
Sincerely bless me with gratitude
Love changes me from one who is lost
To someone who knows the glory of hearts
Broken by conviction and accepted by His gift
Of freedom and salvation, the grace
That keeps me filled with a spirit who has been
Born again, lifted, accepted
By the God who created me and gave to me
His one and only Son, Jesus – my soul’s promise
For pure unconditional love
Through faith, my heart is glorifying
In the love that changed me
And gave me… the chance to enter heaven’s gate
I am but one now, and not another prior
Never before have I trodden this path
Never before have I lived this hour
I need not do the history or the math
If my history consisted of endless days
If my distant past revealed a different me
I'd be, not human, but divine and amazed
I would not need a savior to set me free
My purpose, built-in with destiny; set with attention
My future status will be far more than 'An also ran'
My origin was formed with precision and intention
Moreover, my past was not happenstance but planned
To a past that never was will I not CLING
My existence is not a multiple-choice test
Never upon a fantasy will I place my being
But upon much surer promises, I will rest
So, with certainty, I CLING to the image-maker
I am neither puzzled by fate nor by the lottery
I was created by one who is a promise keeper
I am nestled in the bosom of the Almighty
Who is this would-be Redeemer
stalking my own mirror?
Whether for good or evil
I remain stuck in
ambivalent.
Riding Time's unfolding edge,
glancing forward for faith in better
stronger
surer lasting light
glancing backward darkens optimistic hope
to change what I cannot
yet
to fulfill commitments to grow together
as me and we might
were I not so all-encompassing alone.
Universe of Presence much too vast for home.
Even so, the present makes a safer home
than future's pregnant womb
or past's sterile tomb,
drawing these two faces together
in stigmatic messiah wound,
breathing in and out,
stifling each victorious shout
"Not yet!...not yet....again
my time unwilling to climax
without our Time past
and future CoBeloved.
Faith in fated freedom
struggles with choosing Earth's rebirth
as ego-death
to what might have been
anthro-privileged benign
contents choosing co-invested life
as if co-passion through cosmic context
of karmic win/win revolution.
CoRedeemer hearts
and loving minds
perpetually ride anguished surf of paradise,
not yet, not done yet
not this, not that,
not yet tomorrow, too soon yesterday,
hanging on bodhisattva mentoring crosses
in-between
where nondual co-arising Now
surfs swelling/ebbing cycles
Here
not yet resiliently healthy
There
and not yet wealthy
win/win Were.
Summer meant playing with cousins
Until the fireflies started to dance and glide
Soaring just beyond our small hands
And, then, sometimes reaching the end
Of a journey inside a Mason jar
Summer meant riding with the window down
In a gold Ford that was dented
Rusting and not too pretty, but sufficient
For rides through a small town
Where the square held a courthouse
Library, hardware store, barber shop
And so much more that I couldn’t see
Beneath the curly lashes that edged
My bright blue eyes
Summer meant dirt and dreams
Little things like laughter and happiness
Whispers into ears who listened
With a head held down for attention
To the details that were voiced
On the other end of vibrant emotions
Summer meant Granny’s cornfield beans
Fried okra and crooked neck squash
Delicious yellow cornbread and glasses
Of cold milk from the fridge
Where all the leftovers hung out in
Emptied butter and cool whip containers
Summer meant sunshine and laughter
Music that lasted through the night
And happiness floating
On the voices of kindness and hugs
That came from hearts
Who were so alive they actually
Breathed love from their blue veins
Summer meant ideas that were new
Fresh and moist as the dewdrop morning
Clinging to the dreams that smiled
Through thoughts of paperbacks and words
That gripped my young mind
Winding their way through my thoughts
Until I knew that all I wanted to hear
Were the miracles and fantasies
That came alive for me
Beneath the pen of some author
I knew must have hung the moon
With their brilliance and imagination
Summer bee stings and daydreams
Lifted my heart to new heights
And taught me about believing in the love
That grew surer and wiser
With the passage of each summer sun
A Meaningful poem poetry contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
March 24, 2021
It seems, in truth, that I'm such a glutton,
For a pulsing, lighted or sliding button.
Christmas, for me? An arriving shipment,
Boxes packed full with musical equipment!
Nothing can compare with the digital glow,
Of rack-mounted processors, row-on-row.
Is there no surer proof of a world in order,
Than dancing lights on a multi-track recorder?
And how could you decorate a room any cuter,
Than guitars on the walls and a laptop computer?
Near-field monitors and microphones aplenty,
So, to whet the whistles of music cognoscenti.
Keyboards, amplifiers, drum machines, effects,
Mood lights to decide what track to add next.
Well, it may not sound like YOUR place to be,
But this shimmering scene is heaven to me!
And what's so fine about this electronic roost?
Well, it's a place where musical dreams ...
Are produced!
* SECOND PLACE in the "Meraki" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor. *
(I am and will always be, a musician/songwriter, first-and-foremost, and while performing is my second love, [and poetry a close third], there's nothing for me like the creative process - writing, recording, producing songs in the studio - laying down the tracks one-by-one, layering the instruments and voices, building and watching/hearing the song take shape, and mastering the final production - in control of every facet ... looking back at the incredible amount of time and work involved, and feeling proud of that musical piece of you that you can listen to and share with the world ... there is nothing like it, and the lights of the studio equipment are, for me, like a Christmas all my own, and the dancing pixies of a wonderland of sound and melody - my meraki, indeed!)
I evoke the yearning desire,
Temptation expressing such fire,
Passions rising from the dark night,
Like feelings the poets will write
Owning the splendor of the storm,
Ardors this strong… never lukewarm,
Stirring the soul’s thirst to excite
Like feelings the poets will write
Blazing on skies in hues of wonder,
Sweet melodies, wild as thunder,
Burning hunger, the heart’s delight,
Like feelings the poets will write
Dreaming of him, love I implore
Pleading for more…, him I adore
This romance is more than alright
Like feelings the poets will write
Love him like a child loves its fun
Passionate kisses just begun
Beneath dark skies, lit with starlight
Like feelings the poets will write
I conjure handsome dreams, rousing
Joy surer than his carousing
Warming our hearts by candlelight
Like feelings the poets will write
Not just passions, but real love
Bringing more hope than I’d think of
Ever shining beneath moonlight
Like feelings the poets will write