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We all went down to the beach today; it was hot as hot can be.
The carpark was full, Dad got cross and my sister wanted a wee.
The picnic basket handles broke, our food tossed in the sand.
Then crunchy rolls, warm drinks and mush was all we had….and sand.
Our sun umbrella had a hole, our beachball was quite flat.
It’s just as well we had 15+ and Mum remembered hats.
So, we got settled on our towels, Dad blew our floaties up.
It’s great how blue his face can go, who cares? Surfs up!
The water was cold, still in we went, through seaweed long and gooey.
Until I screamed and threw a fit, I’d wrestled with a bluey!
Now Mum came running at a sprint, her fat bobbed up and down.
With all the beach bods looking up and Dad just looking down.
She dodged the eskies and the towels, weaving here and there.
But kids, dogs, buckets and spades, just didn’t have a prayer!
Well, little me was taking water when Mum and Dad arrived.
I’d fallen flat upon my back, I gulped to stay alive!
They got me out and brought me to, I’d passed out in a haze.
As they watched the lifeguard pick me up, yup one of my bad days.
The crowd it scattered and we saw a really yummy sight.
Mr Whippy had arrived, it filled us with delight.
The sand was hot, we did a dance to get the ice-creams back.
We just sat down to get stuck in and I wore mine in my lap!
When we were calm and all was well, we went off for a walk.
Along the beach and through the dunes but all they did was gawk!
My head was screaming from the aches, my feet all cut by shells,
Dad decided to catch a fish and YUK it really smells!
My sis’ and I began to build big castles in the sand.
I only wished she’d lighten up and quit stomping on my hand!
The sun was getting low and so we thought we’d call it quits.
‘Cause if we weren’t at home real soon, I’d rip my sis’ to bits!
The car was packed, we’re all ticked off, the traffic moved so slow.
The weather hot, the fan it broke, we had so far to go.
Now sis’ and I had had enough, she’d wet her pants again.
I couldn’t wait for this day to end so I could feel sane.
I’m thankfully in bed at last, I’m dying just to snooze.
I’m bruised, cut, sunburnt a lot from my Big Beach Day Blues
The Rapture
“13 But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope. 14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus. 15 For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. 16 For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord.” 1 Thess 4:13-17 NKJV
Jesus died and rose again,
As will the righteous in the first resurrection.
With a shout and the voice of an archangel,
All will hear God’s trumpet call to salvation.
They’ll join their Savior in the air;
Followed by those who are alive and remain;
Caught up together in the clouds;
Immortality to forever claim.
Do not sorrow for those who’ve fallen asleep.
For they have hope of tomorrow eternal.
Wipe the tears from your eyes;
Your next meeting by God’s made possible.
When our Lord reveals himself,
Our human frames, He’ll resemble;
The beloved children of God,
By The Rapture will assemble.
In a resurrected and glorified state,
The righteous dead will gaze upon His glory—
Maranatha, come, O Lord;
The Second Coming no longer a story.
The names of those enrolled in heaven,
Will be ticked off upon God’s slate.
Both the virtuous dead and living;
The Gifted eternity to relate.
This Rapture will be no secret—
The whole earth will see Christ come.
Some will cry out for the rocks to fall on them;
By His glory they’re totally overcome.
Christ is a consuming fire
To those who know Him not;
They’ve wasted their opportunities—
The love of God rejected or forgot!
The Rapture completed;
God’s people will ascend
To the heavenly Jerusalem—
One thousand years to spend.
The books will be opened
To judge the unrighteous dead;
Not by God or the heavenly angels,
But by previous mortals instead.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn
Round about this same of month every year, what a bum
er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating a hold over
sans yesteryear doth drum
a sensation of jet lag (with earth in the balance)
as if flying within time machine at warp speed from
this station, where bumpy ride invariably finds me
feeling a bit ticked off and glum
and in no mood to rhyme, nor be leer re: cull
juiced barely tantamount to gather scattered wits
sin tide, and express mood as hoe hum
fortunate, this chronological seismic shift nada wide, ah assume
nonetheless, mein kempf cerebral hemispheric plate tectonics
comb pluck hated off jangling black keys helplessly boom
fancifully drifting and booring into quick ribald sand trap doom
ming an inducement for emergency convoy, when pitched from
sea to figurative shining sea – gram ma mother earth glum
where live yikyak wired vanguard trulia tried optimism to hum
nonetheless, swallowed down behavioral sink went – me mum
bling bloviation, once worth matchless peerage, now pitched numb
lee into morass of temporary confusion, where plumb
line delineating circadian rhythm offset, when athwart pilot rum
man strait ting and bickering with Lilliputians slum
bring within islets of langerhans defiantly thumb
ming nose, where body, mind & soul weeknd viz a bully did cower
hence mister clock, who got high-jacked 3600 seconds per hour
experienced head, thorax and abdomen diminishing in power
wrought indistinguishable Whitsuntide as sour
grapes imposing ill fitting sea legs, which folded like a faulty tower
crumbling skeletal carapace, resoundingly surrendered,
and back slid vis a vis space/time continuum did devour.
Black hole event horizon indeed kept lock step as das joint mill hoard
Sucker punched the band wagon of father time, whose riffs a silent chord
nsync with atomic fractional second bored
quirky shenanigans toying with chronometers
counter point of view shifted to oppose this minute accord.
When shall I ever be well?
Like yesterday again?
Today which is so gross?
Or tomorrow which brings remorse?
I remember how time whiled
And the wind blew lyrically with your sighs
And the tune of how your voice rise
Oh! I forgot all otherwise
Out here in the dew
Out here with a brew
In the room
Under the moon
All I feel is you
Nothing more, but you
I remember all of you
And forgot all of others
Because you are more and they are few
Love, isn't it?
Yes! Love it is called
That single comprehensive word
Heavier than the whole world
What do I feel?
How do I know
Like a touch of snow
Like the rainbow bestowed
We have walked the streets
And held hands all over
We have sat side by side
And discussed all the earth hath
Good bye!
To you, to us
I just want to say goodbye
To everything we have been
I still can't forget all I've seen
Heard, said and done
But goodbye to our love that was
I still loved you like yesterday
And surely tomorrow I will again
But goodbye to our days
Goodbye to our era
An era that's been
I watch in silence
Very helpless
As time while away with suspense
And the clock ticked off in pretence
O! How can I say
How much I wish our era will stay
That beautiful alluring face
Which makes the whole world at you gaze
And that fascinating smile
Enchanting my heart to run thousand miles
And the deep black eyes
Fashioned with a tinsel scarf
Unforgettable is that skin of yours, with its incomparable tan
Which could enchant any man
Today, here again, I point out my arm
But there is none to clasp my palm
An emptiness dominated my heart on your departure
Even though the wind, the moon, the sun, and the leaves do assure
That over there, out on a beach, like I do all nights through, you are watching my face on stars
And trying to heal from my heart all the scars
Don't long, don't pine, for what is forever yours (me)
Because someday, I will come, and become again a part of your world
Then forever, pray, that I be your reward
And for eternity you will own my love
Panic in the supermarkets!
By the new mad author
Stanley Russell Harris
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearie me.
In the supermarkets do panic I see?
I wonder why, as yesterday.
I was in one food shopping I say.
Not to me. I must now tell.
Was for my daughter, she was unwell.
I tramped the aisles I must say.
All were crowded, as was a Friday.
The shelves were packed with food galore.
So what was the panic, I could not ignore?
Everything on daughters list.
I ticked off in case I missed.
Just in case like I do write.
I might load it twice in my basket alright!
If I had two items that would be wrong.
Unless two were written, so I didn’t go wrong.
Then on the list in writing small, you know.
Was one, (blinking) courgette, was so.
And hey, there was one of them left..
I hope there was nothing I did forget.
PS. For once! I got everything right.
Was too much ham prepacked that’s right.
But as I know my grandson Jay!
I knew he’ll tuck that soon away.
It’s just a fact with boys today.
They need energy X-box to play.
NB. Actually he is a football player.
On the football field, playing in all weathers!
As for mum, my daughter true!
She freezes on the touchline too.
Along with those other mums and dads!
Wishing hot-dog's is what they had.
You know, I’m glad I did not forget.
And get that last, (blinking,) courgette.
The above poem was conjured up in response to learning certain salad foods like Iceberg lettuces, peppers and guess what? Courgettes, were in short supply, being due to poor weather experienced in the growing UN country Spain. Fortunately we have friends in America who do grow courgettes as well, aren’t we lucky? I wonder why we in UK do not grow, such a crop in heated green-houses?
No doubt many people in far-off countries would welcome shopping in a supermarket, so well-stocked as ours, wouldn’t they?
presently, the patch of an eye, one seeing,
the other believing; and the bite of a bunny
above a lip - such a dangerous deliverance.
presently, the Winter witch, pricks fingers,
which crack and throb, like patches of ice.
cream assuages the pain of little things.
presently, the stomach inhales, bales on
sweets and salts, assaults rabbit food.
thoughts do not linger; the word of God,
fingered, pondered, treasured, measured.
presently, a limp, no leap, pillow-high, ice
is nigh; yet the soul roams to and fro through
corridors; shadows lick the empty rooms.
presently, a bucket of rain, like a trick,
as soon as door is opened, it will splash
with sandwiches of turkey and ham.
presently, lingers the taste of cream
and coffee; the pause of four blue boxes -
of outhouse cubicles; morning silence.
presently, ticked off book after book - the fast,
the vainglorious, the betas, the unexpected bio.
presently, weighing the importance of time spent -
we must waste some of it, be amused, but up
our sleeves, we must have goals. They hurt
the mind, the chest - the needful nettling.
The dig for dinosaur bones; shedding of fat;
the rising, punching, and springing back
of an offering and sacrifice, willing and able.
presently, a silent war, yet it roars and stares,
cruelly divides, hinders closeness, with
rave reviews. it must refuse to speak, to avoid
a six feet deep spike; a cross, not garlic, keeps
at bay, the monsters of principality.
presently, at peace, harbor no ill will,
keep a lock on lips, needful, not subtle.
knees at ninety degrees. love cannot
ignore the issues, but solves the problems
with open and closed eyes; casts cares
at the Lord’s feet, for His know how.
presently, expounding, perspiring chills, reciting
and writing poetry. family tree will be fine.
We Are One
v. 1 It’s just human nature
I’m sorry – I should have been more mature
I got ticked off and I was out of place
Beads of sweat run down my grimy face
Ch.: Sadness sweeps me under the rug
I’m sorry if I act like a bothersome bug
Hug me like a cub and a momma bear together
Together, together, we are one as a family forever…forever…
v. 2 Remain strong till the end…
There’s a beginning to every story
Remain sane and don’t offend
Your pupils while they study…study…
Ch.: Sadness sweeps me under the rug
I’m sorry if I act like a bothersome bug
Hug me like a cub and a momma bear together
Together, together, we are one as a family forever…forever…
v. 3 Imagine we all have perfect lives? How would that be?
Wouldn’t it be awesome to be free from captivity?
I wish to God everything will be alright in the long run
We welcome the sun, I welcome the sun and I embrace a long, long run in the sun
I embrace a long, long run in the sun
Ch.: Sadness sweeps me under the rug
I’m sorry if I act like a bothersome bug
Hug me like a cub and a momma bear together
Together, together, we are one as a family forever…forever…
v. 4 Never lose hope…
Cope with life and be happy and bright
Please don’t mope…
Tonight, you’ll shine on like starlight
As long as we both take divine flight
Divine flight…and fight the good fight
Ch.: Sadness sweeps me under the rug
I’m sorry if I act like a bothersome bug
Hug me like a cub and a momma bear together
Together, together, we are one as a family forever…forever…
Madness and gladness and sadness sweeps me under the rug
I’m sorry if I act like a bothersome bug…would you care to give me one more hug?
Hug me like a cub and a momma bear together…I’m still under the weather
But, together, together, we are one as a family forever…forever…
Wandering lonely through the forest track,
Came into view an old castle at a distance
Its tiled roof and towering spires,
Peered through the thick foliage of leaves
Drawn to it as by a strange talisman,
I quickly walked in its direction
Pacing down a winding ravine,
I stood before a latched gate,
With a creaking sound, the latch gave way,
Letting me into a dilapidated structure
With Gothic windows and arched doors
Its walls were painted grey and white.
The plaster on them bore cracks and marks.
It stood aloof on a small hillock.
The air around bore a strange scent
Owls were heard hooting aloud,
Desolate it was with none to care,
Thorny shrubs grew all around,
And tall trees shut it out from view.
Dark and dreary it stood remote,
What mysterious spell drew me into it,
I still couldn’t fathom
Peeping through its splintered door,
Got a glimpse of the dingy rooms,
Old frames decked the walls,
Shield and armor close to winding stairs,
Sultry was the air trapped inside,
Its floor was covered with grimy dust,
Shadows moved like snakes curling,
Giant bats flew about my head,
Cobwebs hung from the checkered roof,
And strange sounds began renting the air.
I felt a tremor within my brain,
Sparks of fear darted through my vein,
Behind me, I heard a rattling sound.
Turning around, I found the phantom of a man!
Blood curdled within my veins,
My heart ticked off in drumming beats,
Though I wished to run, my legs hardly moved
I grimly sensed ‘the Thing’ upon me,
It tightened its grip around my neck,
Its sharp claws went deep into my throat.
I fell half dead on the floor with two bite marks
On my neck, gaping wide and oozing blood
Placed Third
9. Jan. 2022
A Ghost Story Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Angela Tune
"I am a dance of light and darkness,
a galaxy . . . of shadows and stars. "
Quote by _R. Queen
In the shadow of sunlight I walk the forest thinking about the path of my
life. A lot was spent in the dark of gloom and some in the sunshine of joy.
I have some sadness and also great happiness and I am loved very much.
My father taught me about nature, we would go for walks and hikes, all I
know about nature is because of him. I can still see us hiking unknown paths.
stopping to rest by a flowing stream and eating the food mom had prepared
for us. The fish enjoyed our leftover crumbs. As the day ticked off the trees
would cast shadows, making our way dim. Until, we came to a meadow and
the light of day was bright. And I enjoyed picking wildflowers, dad, seemed
to know each name. I miss you dad, so much.
a thousand birds sang
hidden in the boughs of trees ...
wind whistles loudly
My journey is full of pits and sorrow, but also great love and I am quite happy.
I am either in the shadows or I am in the daylight. Maybe everyone has a
journey like this. I often fall into pits of despair but find my way out of them.
Seems, I have a strength and determination unfathomable. So, I have learnt
to live with the shadows and sunlight of life. never forgetting the lessons life
teaches us along the way. One thing I always knew that when darkness came
to me, my mother would welcome me home, would shelter me until the sun
shone on me again. I miss you so much mom.
her garden sublime
the colors bright in the sun ...
hued lush in the rain
A good number of us decided to go on holiday down to the sea,
Well, it was such a fun crazy time and it ended far too quickly,
Every night a couples’ name was pulled out of the hat,
It was our turn to cook on the coming Saturday, fancy that,
We had to put on a good spread and decided to cook Greek,
Out we went on the morn ticked off each item, had to perform peak,
No-one was allowed in the kitchen when we were cooking,
The aroma wafted under the door, they were eager to come looking,
But we locked the door, and two hours later we rang the dinner bell,
The clan came quickly, it smelt divine, followed their nose and tasty smell,
Everyone was hungry So ample portions we served, it tasted so good,
We were complimented, Jane asked for a second serving of food,
So proud we were, one and all, enjoying our Cabernet and chatty dine,
But then something embarrassing happened, which wasn’t so fine,
A heaped spoon my friend placed in her mouth, we heard spluttering,
a cough and, oh my gosh,
Her empty spoon fell into the food with a thundering splattering splosh,
Jane quizzically picked this thing up, it had a tail, not a mouse, but a black plug,
With a bright shiny chain which took forever to reveal itself,
I wanted to crawl under the table but all I could do was blush, was it myself
or hubby, when washing the veg in the sink, accidentally picked it up potatoes
At first silence, then her hubby laughed, watch out for the salad and tomatoes
It has become a household joke between us and many a friend,
We were jovially asked what was the next Greek dish that we recommend!