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10/2/12
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Reveled through the world His words are cherished
Many read the peace of His words, yet works be perished
We see the problems without the power to cure it
Lacking the wisdom we need and God’s Holy Spirit
The Feast of Tabernacles calls many to action
And with it comes happiness and endless satisfaction
Five aspects will lead us closer to the mind of God
He shows us a clear path though our ways are flawed
The paramount action is respect to one another
To be present, formal and kind to each other
What we wear physically and spiritually is important too
To be humble and dedicated in all that we do
The second call for action is the call to rejoice
To enjoy physical food and drink—the desire of our choice
To stimulate the mind with gladness and cheer
And be thankful for our trials as we ponder the year
The third act is important and it is to recall
All the blessings and promises of the coming Kingdom of God
To read back in scripture to the great men of faith
Allowing your mind to rest from the wreck of sin’s ache
As we recall we find it necessary to recommit
To be re-awakened in His life—to make something of it
We may want to acknowledge where we have fallen short in the past
Not dwelling in the desires of physical life—the things that won’t last
The last course of action will help us toughen the shell
We must recharge to build—keep refilling the well
By the Spirit of God we are quenched in barren terrain
Releasing sheets of merciful, cool rain
Many will suffer before the peace begins
But continue we must until the very end
I wish all could know just what is in store
God will reveal it eventually—just knock on His door
Encouraged by the Spirit we become the light
Defying worldly governments—refusing to fight
Shortcomings are inevitable and mistakes will be made
It is not difficult to fall—to be easily swayed
“People can be free, but still enslaved"
But in the end, all will have the chance to be saved
Look to the Bible and try what you read
Perhaps you’ll discover where the narrow path will lead
*inspired by David Hulme*
What the Butler Heard
Extract from a memoir
Lord Illustrious Penge of Lampwicker Hall,
Welcomed local Toffs, to his Name-Dropper ball.
Noses upturned with a touch of conceit,
Hob-Knobbing with gentry and gentleman elite.
Colonel recalled, his luncheon with Churchill,
Discussing backbenchers and a new Commons bill.
Shooting down Stukas, Captains claim to fame
“We had no choice Sir, Hitler started the game”
Lady Bell and I, champion ballroom dance,
After meeting Fred Astaire, purely by chance.
I worked with Crosby, taught him to Croon,
Just as well really, he couldn’t sing in tune.
Rupert went to school with Dame Vera Lynn,
and starred in a war film with Anthony Quinn.
Mortenson served, in old Atlee’s Cabinet,
Roberta was a Barrister when they first met.
Bradman hit this Six, into the members stand,
Luckily, I caught it, stretching out one hand.
I got a hole in one, on the sixth at Upper Plumb,
Sir Monty looked aghast, utterly struck dumb.
Sent my son to Eton, toughen him up a tad,
Hopefully play at Flanker, just like my old Dad.
Got myself a Cadi’, drives like a dream,
Shiny sleek and black, trim of vintage cream.
Gielgud and Guinness, met me at the Royal,
A script for their new play, Rich Man & Toil.
Later with QE2, after receiving my MBE,
She asked my opinion, of the shows on BBC.
I stayed at base camp, nursing a busted leg,
Hilary splinted it up, with rope and spare tent peg.
Spent some time in Burma, till the Japs came in,
Came home to Blighty, temper wearing thin.
I was at the Oval when Hutton hit 364,
England posted 903, a record breaking score.
In service with his lordship, so many stories,
Serving champagne to upper class Tories.
Tales might be true, just a little overstated,
Like the one that got away, typically inflated.
They were rather pompous, but often kind,
Especially the ones, left with half a mind.
Get me a stiff one Walters, Champers is gassy,
Just Lords way, sounding snob and brassy.
Then I won the football pools,
Bought my wife a gem,
So now I am a gentleman,
Just like the rest of them.
Friday night will bee our night for dancing
Humble was exhausted after his first week of work.
He had helped people before, here and there,
But today it seemed like on his back he carried the Earth.
His body was aching, there was no mistaking,
It had really been a tough week.
So he would toughen up, work harder next time;
He could no longer afford to bee weak.
The life of a drone seemed quite simple from a distance,
But the reality was you covered a lot of distance.
Flying around all day searching for the nectar
And you couldn’t have a day off, no matter what the weather.
There was always more pollen to collect,
So it was not a job Humble could afford to neglect.
The hive needed nectar, so every day he would look far and wide,
And on every flower head.
He worked on his own, but there were plenty of other drones,
Who were usually looking around the same plants.
So the days went quite quick, you did your bit
And at the end of the week, you went out to dance!
Humble was so sure he would meet someone he could fall in love with,
As soon as he went in and sat down, guaranteed!
But although his friends were there and he had a good laugh,
He saw Bee-Real meet his new girlfriend and that was that.
Blondebee had lots of attention from another man.
Tiny Dancer was dancing with yet another bee.
Aw man! Thought Humble, everyone is happy but me man!
And that night he walked home, a lonely little bee.
And so it continued, each week the same;
No love for Humble, he felt so lame.
Even Prince found a girlfriend and he never even spoke!
Humble thought this is beyond the joke!
The next week Bee-Real bought his girlfriend with him.
Lovebee was her name and she had a beautiful grin.
One night Tiny Dancer and Blondebee shared a kiss,
But Blondebee told Humble, it didn’t mean a thing,
Because he was the one she really wanted to bee with
And so, like a fool for love, Humble dived right in…
Blondebee soon became Humbles first girlfriend…
Is this where the story ends…?
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
I guess this had to be said
The root causes for the way
I am kept awake at night
Summer heat no sleep
My only companions are
Past events and the opinions
My soul resents.
I guess it had to be felt
Every reflection and failure
To society, my appearance must
Be on point and tailored
To meet another’s expectations
My soul craves approval like
Success and celebrations emotional
Rollercoasters to ride on certain occasions
As a man fear becomes unacceptable you must
Be the brave one.
I guess this had to be heard Oh, sorry say that again?
I can’t hear you. My soul then becomes numb misunderstood
Makes you feel dumb because you must be the only one when
The second or third comments speak up son. Damn it another crack collateral
fracture to move forward must move faster to escape the disaster
in my life oh well, time to backtrack.
On the bicycle of this thing called my life, I fell off way too many times the bumps and bumps and bruises become a badge of honor look how bright they shine. So how do I heal as I deal with how the pain festers when the scabs of old wounds peel. I heard my brother say toughen up like the Navy Seals. For him, my heart is cold like steel stories I retold myself based on events half real.
I guess this had to be seen the rumors about me are not true I am not really mean
Although I do get mad and half the time I don’t know the words to describe how I feel. Your insults don’t hurt me I devour them like three-course meals. Lets talk about what’s really on this brain how lies were sold and how this soul growing up in the modern education system studied long-term and was short-changed but I guess the was all part of the plot to teach base on rigged curriculums and whether I learned or not teachers still got paid at the end the day.
I guess this had to be sensed since every human I ever crossed paths with subconsciously convinced that parts of my soul do not fit into the mainstream
No one left to pick up the pieces so forget about seeing the bigger picture when the vision is blurry.
Crackling like lightning the scent of rainy sundays and sweaty youth enters my lungs like undesired medication
foot steps and introduction of generations and blood lines fills my head like crazy family stories
This time of night reminds me of you
I walked past the french bistro and absorbed young skins and loud jazz rumbling like a giants soulful baby
I watched day turn to night and rain drizzle upon this illuminated darkness of melodies and heart grabbing stares
Paranoia captured my follicles
and I swear that man on the train with poka dots and stripped hands
looks like you
I walked past the french bistro as my hair began to gather the memories of the year
and the world seemed to mirror my thoughts
this time of year reminds me of you
I remind me of you
I keep waiting for a newness to enter my heart
so Im not chained to my love for you
I forgot all our times together
because they remind me of wine dipped, swollen, broken hearts of mine
wanting to grow and develope more then ever I only revert back to ghosts of reality
The bone marrow inside of me was stolen by santa
and each joint of my body has gained such a heaviness
its hard to get up
from pillows of dusty broken skin cells
Shoulder whipped and ankles cold lonesome electricity
pipping in darkened roofs
hooved horses bellowing
below
me
whispers of cloud catching voices that aren’t you
and hands that roughen me
toughen me
lost to the shell of you
lost to the sparked foutainhead that spouts your
linguistic melodies in my head like torterous
hellish
key board clicking
ticking me away from existence
jumbled in condenced barren faces
desolate land erupt me
oh places places places
that feed me into monstreous children
forsaken
silly folly I forbid you to drink me dry
darken me so
leave me lonesome
take me holy
Thought I heard you whisper but it was only the mosquito sucking my rotting blood
This part of me reminds me of you
No one lied, get it out of your mind
Don't start badmouthing again, putting your foot in your mouth
knocking your teeth around
You saw the warning signs, you are not a rodeo clown
This isn't new to you
this happened before, it was bound to happen
Without struggle, there can't be progress
This anticipation is making you scared, hyper aware
ignore your body signs to run, you hold it in until you're done
breathe a sigh of relief at the finish line
It'll come in time, stop holding your breath
frustration release
You knew it was all too easy
how 30 mins of your time was all took to get a straight answer
now you're crumbling here in near grief
40 mins is a bit excessive and unprofessional, yes
but just sit tight
don't run, don't you dare
You've been through too much to just walk out the door
You just gave a pep talk to the world or at least to your readers
now you're here banging your head on the walls
your fingers tapping away at your keyboard
waiting for your name to be called with baited breath
This has happened before, this happened before don't forget it
This has happened before, don't you dare quit
Look me straight in the eyes and tell me you get it
look me straight in the eyes and tell me you'll beat this
This is nothing
Stop hoping someone else will come through and save you
no one can save you but well me…
see your reflection there?
I am you and look what happened?
You did it…
We did it…
I did it…
I DID IT!!!!!
…
Is it wrong for me to be proud of myself
Is it wrong for me to look forward to the future
plan my own outcomes
Is it wrong for me to celebrate, celebrate this win
this win I've achieved
Is it wrong? Am I wrong?
I fear I am never nor ever feel like I belong
let's see if I belong here
My physical ability says no but I'll toughen it out anyway
I need this
God, help me, I need this
Mother, keep me strong
I need this
I just hope all my sore limbs don't fall off in the process
Take a hammer
Step up to the game
Whack a Mole?
Nope! Whack a Dummy!
You don't like staying home?
To bad, Jack! Put a lock on it!
You spend too much time bumming
Not sticking to essential stores
Your just loitering where
Your not wanted!
You cut through the registers
You stand too close to people
You don't wear a mask
Unmask make a good target
For this giant hammer
To get you a jaw wired!
You party in packs
You riot in mobs
You protest in colonies
Makes you bigger targets
For getting knocked down
With each powerful swing!
Wake up!
Smart up!
Truth Up!
Toughen up!
Your losing your sanity
Your common sense flies off
Like a clock thrown out the window
To see if you can see if time flies!
As your off wolly gagging
Were sticking to the rules
Were keeping safe
To protect those we love!
Your only prolonging
The inevitable of the crisis
Your gonna cause a second wave
More bodies will hit the floor
Just like in "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor"!
Mayors and Governors
Try to ease up openings
To help businesses
But have they not learn
To what happened in Europe?
Your frustrated
Your tired
You hate not working
You don't like being cooped up?
So you lash out
By breaking out?
You wear no masks
Because your invincible?
You care not for humanity?
You care not for loved ones?
You care not for your friends?
You care not for the world?
You care not for the future?
Now you see why the hammers
Strike your spineless bodies!
Were knocking some common sense
Into your hollow skulls
Full of rage and frustration!
So if you don't want a giant bump
On your soft-served heads
You better wear a helmet
Look before you leap
And see the truth
Of your actions!
Open your eyes to the damage
Open your hearts to the truth
Open your minds to the reality
Smart up than act like monkeys!
Unless you want the Hammer of Sense
To thunder down upon you!
I shied away from the sunlight today
I lied to myself and thought it was the truth in a way
I tell myself…as my skin above my blood begin to boil rapidly in anxiety—
Toughen up, it’s all on you, bud…but, when will I be free from despondency?
Vague are your words of distress so unconditional
They sparkle like diamonds, but they fade like fiery coal…
Insecure to the max and I don’t want to know your true colors
Impure desire and ire fire my soul again in colorful aura-like blurs
I have made my abominable mistakes
I yearn for your serenity to set me free
From despondency and hit the brakes
I feel uncanny and sensitive as always…
But, baby
Can’t you see…
I am…
Senselessly falling apart
Wishing you'd be my work of art
You are my lovely happiness
Love of mine...you are so joyous
I’m torn apart from the heart
Hold on till the end, someone told me long ago
I’m forlorn and fearful from the start
Once a secret is told, everybody knows, you know?
Left in the dark to think of all the wrong I’ve done
I’m your rainy clouds and you’re my shining sun
If only I knew for certain in full honesty
Do you love me for me possibly?
I don’t know what to do these days
I had to walk away from my selfish ways
I feel like I’m dying and crying inside
With this broken, solemn little pride
Dried up like a fall leaf in the breeze
Set my fiery spirits free and at ease
Love me like you did a long, long time
Love me when I’m in my successful prime
Please don’t leave me behind…
If you can be so kind,
Leave my mind not running dry
But wave goodbye and never ask why
But, I’ll tell you so, I’ll let you know
One more thing before I truly go —
I’m resilient and bold,
So far better than gold
Thank you
How I keep saying
Deep gratitude showing
Generosity, kindness, beauty
The wonder and joy of giving..
What would I consider or measure
The value of what is received, the feeling of pleasure
Unable to weigh or count
What is given, a flowing fount..
Thank you
A word too much used and said
Nothing equal back could be paid
Just the sweet taste in hearts we pass to mankind
And a legacy for Humanity of being good and kind..
Thank you
How I keep believing
In words converted to true feeling
In genuine souls to my worries kindly listening
My pain enduringly wiping..
Thank you
One of God’s many a blessing
The gift of gratitude for which I keep praying
Recognition I keep showing
To those who paved the way for the grace of living
To all those who filled my whole with smiles
And my dark chambers with light
So as I could reach the warmth of Hope and Faith inside..
Thank you
Over and over I would say
To people of God
And to the Almighty I would pray
As I recall more than one sign and call
Nothing should be in life for granted taken
To meet life twists, the heart toughen..
Thank you
So much in life I owe
To who caringly appeased my fear
Patiently lent an attentive ear
Lovingly brightened a gloomy atmosphere
Humanely bore my weakness and what I shed of tear..
Thank you
Of what life brings am in awe
Despite my perception of its limitation and flaw
Tolerance and acceptance I keep fostering
Allow peace and bliss my inner self illuminating
And only the wonders of good in Humanity I keep seeing
With a strong belief in sharing, caring and giving..
Thank You
I know we love to read of beautiful things
Hear early morning serenades the song bird sings
See buds blooming into roses perfumed
Within majestic sunset's horizons become consumed
There's another place I lived in for a little while
A neighborhood where somethings didn't make me smile
A child banging on the door, mommy let me inside
Things in the home, I guess from his eyes they must hide
I befriended a boy of ten riding his bike
Said he always went to me-maws to get a bite
For there was no food in his house to eat
Dad found other things to buy instead of meat
A few days pass, no sign of my friend
There he was riding down the street again
I asked where he'd been, was he alright?
He explained he was recovering from a bad dog's bite
I asked him what the doctor had said
He replied, I sewed it myself with a needle and thread
I reluctantly said, let me see your nice sewing job
He pulled up his pant leg, I choked back a sob
I asked him if his daddy was ever mean
He shrugged his shoulders, said sometimes it seems
It kinda hurt my feelings when he said to me
Finish him off - right between the eyes
I won't feed a dog that bites
Not worth the ground where he lies
Sitting on his bike, a leg began to sway
Eyes filled with tears, quickly he wiped one away
Remembering the killing shot he'd fired that day
Toughen up son, is what his father said
Advice given in love, maybe....
Then off on his bike he rode to have some fun...
I know in some places many families still really care
But Mayberry exists only on TV in shades of gray
I moved back to the country where buds bloom into roses perfumed
And into majestic sunset's horizons I can be consumed
©Donna Jones