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Maples were first at letting down their leaves they always go first actually.
Sycamore and oak were a day later; both let them go satisfactorily.
Their crispy waiting autumn leaves had been ripe for more than a little while,
But if they did not let maple go first, there would be a frown, not a smile.
Colorful eager leaves cascaded, sprinkled, floated, twisted, danced, and swirled.
They were like exotic Romanian scarf dancers with bound legs unfurled.
The pumpkins and squash sat rolling their jealous uncaring eyes.
They were always in perpetual grumpy moods. No big surprise!
A spider began making her way toward the barn gate.
The knowing farmer tried to stop her, but he was too late.
Her intricate web was already up, as fancy as any lace cloth.
A delicate piece of pure danger for any insect she caught.
From the house wafted delicious pumpkin spice and cinnamon smells
Perky pink nose from leaf pile turned west as by magic spells.
Vole friend warned the mouse, I would not go in there. No way.
The cat had an early lunch, and the mouse learned the hard way.
Written 9-9-2020
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A wizard, a witch and a wand went that way.
But the Ebony Cat and the Pumpkin decided to stay.
They had heard about the antics of a bumpkin, tragic.
They knew one thing, these three had black magic.
A scarecrow gave them a tip of the day.
He told them of a corn maize where they could play.
The wizard, witch, and the wand promptly came back.
They picked up the pumpkin and the black cat.
She will be my familiar, the witch cackled with a groan.
Ebony Cat was terrified; she was afraid of this ugly old crone.
Pumpkin decided to show some magic of his own.
He rolled toward the gate, and got out his cell phone.
He called a warlock to come and secure the old witch.
It was a friend of his father’s, and the guy had a twitch.
These two crazy old coots both cast a spell.
Which promptly put them both into a deep dark well.
The witch was the first to get out, and she bewitched the cat.
Transmogrifying her into a beautiful but tiny vampire bat.
The warlock was on her tail, and changed the spell into turquoise blue.
So the bat became a cat and the pumpkin did too.
February 18 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 1-4
Key Verse– Deuteronomy 1:5-6 On this side Jordan, in the land of Moab, began Moses to declare this law, saying, The LORD our God spake unto us in Horeb, saying, Ye have dwelt long enough in this mount.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY LAW GIVER
Lord God, You are my law Giver, dwelling in my heart
Thank You for guiding me in my journey right from the start
While setting me in Your plan to do my entrusted part
Bearing me midst burden, protecting me from evil dart.
Lord God, You are my law Giver, discerning my discouragement
Thank You for searching me out from my sinful predicament
While settling me within Your revival-fulfillment
Building me up in Your abode’s contentment.
Lord God, You are my law Giver, directing my way
Thank You for providing for me every day
While strengthening me by Your compassion as I pray
Bringing me to Your victorious success-ray.
Lord God, You are my law Giver, defeating my anguish
Thank You for conquering me and my fears You extinguish
While melting me of my hard-headedness when in pride I languish
Bracing me with Your deliverance my soul gratefully distinguish.
Lord God, You are my law Giver, defending my testimony’s righteousness
Thank You for correcting me of my stubbornness
While fencing me around Your sanctifying holiness
Bending me to bow down before Your majestic gloriousness.
Lord God, You are my law Giver, defying my ignorance and folly
Thank You for teaching me Your Word, perfect constantly
While enlightening me with Your truth faithfully
Blessing me to learn from Your principles I can apply wisely.
Lord God, You are my law Giver, dwelling my heart for joyous worship
Thank You for directing me toward Your sweet fellowship
While showing me Your wonders midst Your omnipotent kingship
Being with me by Your loving presence and caring friendship.
February 18, 2023
"Tides of Magic"
The morning spoke in softest hues,
As waves embraced the world anew.
The sea lay calm, the sky stretched wide,
A sacred peace stood by our side.
We traced our names upon the shore,
Then drew the star, a circle more.
A sign of love, a bond so bright,
Alive with magic, pure and light.
We stepped inside, our hands entwined,
Two hearts as one, our souls aligned.
The northern star, our compass true,
Guided us to what we knew.
Her golden curls in sunlight spun,
Like fire and silk, like warmth of sun.
The salt, the breeze, the ocean's song,
Wrapped us in where we belong.
Our feet met where the waters kissed,
A quiet pulse, a wish, a twist.
The tide withdrew, but left behind
A spark, a force, a love designed.
With whispered words and steady hands,
We called the winds, we moved the sands.
A flame ignited, wild and free,
A dance of love upon the sea.
No chains, no bounds, just love unplanned,
Two souls reborn in stars and sand.
A power, a love, both fierce and grand,
Forever bound by heart and hand.
Lev
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"Tides of Magic" captures the essence of a love that transcends time and space, where two souls connect deeply with the universe around them. The poem weaves imagery of the ocean, the stars, and sacred rituals, symbolizing a bond that is both magical and eternal. Through shared moments on the shore, the poem reflects the power of love, connection, and rebirth, where each step taken together is a step toward a greater understanding of each other and the world they inhabit.
Detailing delicate defecation debacle
Otherwise wordily titled: pooped out
after pouring bucketfuls of water into
place of ablutions
all the while skipping to my loo
umpteen times courtesy bathtub faucet
turned toward hot temperature
so toilet would finally,
magnificently, and royally flush.
As ofttimes occurred in the past
anonymous reader's time
I once again promise to waste
concerning asinine verbiage
without this bard **** feeling shamefaced
broadcasting his fealty
to posterior predilections must appear
(as rearing to volley rebuttal
against fans of mine) yours truly
ofttimes discusses that byproduct,
which issues out buttucks) narrow-based
if not downright banal, gross, offal... in haste
to craft something more philosophical
how craven potty talk
whereby theme doth self debase.
I excreted a bowel movement
moments ago today April 11th, 2024
at approximately two thirty post meridian
substantial enough to sink battleship
(maybe ye experienced tsunami after effects)
laboriously dumping bucketfuls of hot water
insync with applying plunger found me a drip
with perspiration, and would have possibly found
site manager and/or maintenance man to flip
(a rare sight to behold
worth inconvenience of clogged toilet bowl),
which yours truly felt strain in back muscles
as he poured bucketfuls of water from his hip
accidentally splashing water
on bathroom floor
yes your honor
(necessitating poop deck to evacuate)
if thee choose to sit in judgeship
but please be mindful
to restrain giving me any lip
cuz atypical dilemma I figuratively did nip
in the bud, yet foresee similar outcome
sure as this...
once upon a sage, rosemary and parsnip
herbaceous generic fellow sought readership
ideally landing webbed wide world trip
heralded all along as a V.I.P.,
where fanfare for this common man
enjoying Appalachian Spring,
would find his doggerel
induced listeners to yip.
Give Or Take
Miracle Man
8/22/2024
Our country is fast becoming,
morally laid in waste.
Many embrace this change,
while others feel abased.
Nefarious people are making,
troublesome news each day.
We no longer view our laws,
being black and white, but gray.
Our Government has now become,
like a humongous money tree.
Illegals are treated far better,
with a stipend they live rent free.
Looting and killing is rampant,
with protesters voicing their views.
With covered faces, they burn our flag,
in protest toward ourselves and Jews.
“The wheel that squeaks the loudest,
always gets the grease.”
BlackFriday suffering,
as Buddhist allies would speak of global Anti-EarthDay pathology,
and sin,
as Messianic Christ travelers,
un-privileged immigrant/emigrants,
migrants speak uneasily of Win/Lose destiny,
anxiously headed for Lose-Ego/Lose EcoHabitat Earth,
internal and external climate degeneration
RealWorld,
Suffering and sin are graceful integrity's fragmentation,
which is a great toxic divide
between GoodFriday unhappy nature
and EarthDay spiritual health.
There is, perhaps,
also another more positive function for ego-fragmentation,
more accessible to everyday noticing with compassion,
to interdependent fragments of living systems
Over-invested in Win/Lose sub-optimal survival
of the fittest predator
Also seen and heard,
felt and tasted and touched
in implicate-yin shadow,
Under-invested in Win/Win optimal thrival
of healthy Left EgoBody
and wealthy Right EcoSoul Mind,
As immortal as DNA's long regenerate
open systemic
multiculturing
Win/Win natural/spiritual
bilateral polynomial appositions,
Between historic GoodFridays
and herstoric EarthMother HealthWomb
of Win/Win co-redemptive polypaths
toward Great Transitional EarthDay.
There's one thing that's certain in this big world of ours
You can never count on things staying the same
It's an ever changing scenario this thing we call nature
New rules are being applied to the game
Norms and patterns that have applied for a century
No longer apply in the world of today
The nature of nature is very quickly evolving
We can no longer rely on the norms of yesterday
It's really quite difficult for our small human brains
To accept this and carry on like it's not unusual
Depending on how old we are, exponentially speaking
We're rapidly heading toward a life that's irreversible
So when I think about my age getting close to eighty
Am thankful for being born way back then
Happily this old geezer will be gone and forgotten
With this strange new world I won't have to contend
© Jack Ellison 2015
We live in time,
We coexist with the unseen,
Or rather, the unseen coexists with us,
We are on a journey guided by our souls.
Time nurtures us.
We blossom, and at times we struggle with our existence.
We incorporate the grafted pieces,
Shielding the light of our souls.
We live to fight,
Pulling ourselves from the clutches of darkness.
We journey toward redemption,
Learning from our rises and falls.
Nature speaks to us;
It wants to aid us in discovering ourselves.
It seeks to assist us recover,
Living is a gift unwrapped by time.
April 22, 2025.
The Sky came to Light, tonight.
Rumbled quietly, its might, tonight.
Soon such Truth was spilling down in
twilight rivers - washing fresh the birds, the stones.
We muddy, ragged, self-wounding Liars drowning.
Twilight rivers, taking hold by letting go.
In the newmade petrichor
we saw what we’d been before.
We each are truthsellers. We each are liars seeking Truth.
We are aging away from our birthright innocence, our youth.
Has the Sky ever lied to you?
To anyone?
Has the Earth ever offered falsity?
To anyone?
Can our breath, our step serve as Apology?
Can I be me, can you be you? Can we be true?