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Momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday during month of May
can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans
festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele
setting precedent for Mother's Day
where early Christians fancied festival
known as “Mothering Sunday.”
Fast forward to the early
twentieth century 1908 when
Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis (a social activist then,
and community organizer
during American Civil War) era to quieten
grief fraught era also cited
as informally memorializing her mother,
who begot said noble men
touring daughter
paying homage to woebegone
lachrymose role with accolades
to endure tragedy and loss put upon
childbearing women,
this event held (rain or sun)
at St Andrew's Methodist Church
in Grafton, West Virginia, which did quicken
in subsequent decades to formal fete,
where poets (like me) did open
the special occasion with ranked midshipmen
commercialization cropped as ken
be expected by the early 1920's imbolden
greeting card companies such as Hallmark gen
er rated a market (money making of course) even
though Jarvis believed companies sought profit
NOT prophet, thus misinterpreting
and exploiting idea of Mother's Day and met
aforementioned founder, who tried to jet
tis sin the vulgar appetite of the ole mighty dollar,
but her lofty ambition did get
thwarted by mass marketing
the quaint idea,
plus she feared going in debt
and though the industry
(initially proposed entailed low key
acknowledgement, the originator
(Ann Marie Jarvis) still esteemed,
lionized, revered re
formed unsanitary living conditions with zee
less ness and aplomb
set a course where greater longevity doth hum
all because, she sought to regale "mum."
momma mia man date
comb the second Sunday during month of May
can be traced back to ancient Greeks and Romans
festivals held
to honor mother goddesses Rhea and Cybele
setting precedent for Mother's Day
where early Christians fancied festival
known as “Mothering Sunday.”
Fast forward to the early
twentieth century 1908 when
Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis (a social activist then,
and community organizer
during American Civil War) era to quieten
grief fraught era also cited
as informally memorializing her mother,
who begot said noble men
touring daughter
paying homage to woebegone
lachrymose role with accolades
to endure tragedy and loss put upon
child bearing women,
this event held (rain or sun)
at St Andrew's Methodist Church
in Grafton, West Virginia, which did quicken
in subsequent decades to formal fete,
where poets (like me) did open
the special occasion with ranked midshipmen
commercialization cropped as ken
be expected by the early 1920's imbolden
greeting card companies such as Hallmark gen
er rated a market (money making of course) even
though Jarvis believed companies sought profit
NOT prophet, thus misinterpreting
and exploiting idea of Mother's Day and met
aforementioned founder, who tried to jet
tis sin the vulgar appetite of the ole mighty dollar,
but her lofty ambition did get
thwarted by mass marketing
the quaint idea,
plus she feared going in debt
and though the industry
(initially proposed entailed low key
acknowledgement, the originator
(Ann Marie Jarvis) still esteemed re
formed unsanitary living conditions with zee
less ness and aplomb
set a course where greater longevity doth hum
all because, she sought to regale "mum."
They had two children
a boy and a girl
They'd done their bit
for a crowded world
Billions then living in poverty
Conditions heartbreakingly unsanitary
The 'moral' thing for parents to do
If having kids, stop at two
So dad had a vasectomy
Quickly and quite easily
His tubes were tied
Hs conscience satisfied...
Yet just eight months later
He wished he'd had
an appendectomy
or tonsillectomy --
anything but a vasectomy
,
For his baby daughter had died of SIDS
and now he could father no more kids
Just as painful, down the road
his son came out as gay
~ No grandchildren for him; no way
"Be fruitful and multiply"
Was commanded not just to the fruit fly
But to Adam and Eve, now mocked with mirth --
Though my poor friend with a vasectomy
Knows only pain on this Earth
He wants you to have as many children as you can
Not to think that you're privy to the Divine plan
(I know this is a dark poem, but also factual. If you want a lighter poem, please read the few before this one *that I hope you will visit)
Some may say, don’t worry, make light of it
As if people may be causing an unnecessary fit
Truth is, I’ve watched the info. And numbers climb
I’ve also seen repercussions from tick carrying Lyme
China shuts down cities, keeping people inside
Unable to control it, with no safe place to hide
Countries scramble with travel bans, restrictions they cast
But, this particular virus hits two body areas and fast
San Francisco has already become an unsanitary place
Cases have started there, contacts unable to trace
A doctor says this is a pandemic, heading to be
Preparation is all we can do, with what we see
I say this as my compromised health system will kill
To face this true fact, takes very strong will
I pray for everyone affected by this nightmare
Because in a time like this, what is left is prayer
Heidi Sands
2/2/20
Erotic Thoughts
I woke up early, and my right leg gave me pain
I had to change position often
Position!
My thoughts went erotic, so many variations
and they are all exiting
I went a bit further, to be in a green tent
a spring morning with soft soil, to burrow
My member is in the soil and making love
to a glorious morning
Didn't you? No, but the thought was there
I have always loved free-wheeling women
those who like sexuality without it ending
in a marriage license or a new dress.
Never of a property-minded person
It didn't matter that the woman had other
men before or after me
Women who liked making love for its sake
and live long enough to tell a story
I tried to think of something mundane
The rubber on my left wheel needed fixing
Did you say rubber?
I had a short affair with a woman who liked
to throw used rubber on the floor
I thought this was unsanitary and avoided her
I noticed the day was beginning to open
the curtain and thee a glorious winter sky
painting clouds pink, and I knew this was
going to be a great day
February 19 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 18-20
Key Verse– Numbers 18:20 And the LORD spake unto Aaron, Thou shalt have no inheritance in their land, neither shalt thou have any part among them: I am thy part and thine inheritance among the children of Israel.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ASSURES US DIVINE INHERITANCE
Praise be to God for assuring us divine inheritance:
Precious and evidently heavenly
Priceless so ever-honourable
Perfect along eternal happiness
Profitable while evoking hope
Powerful that expects humility
Numbers 19:20 Praise be to the Lord for warning us
against defiling His sanctuary with our:
Unclean heart
Unsanctified mind
Undone offerings
Unsanitary practice
Unbelieving spirit
Numbers 20:12 Praise be to the Saviour Who admonishes us
to trust Him always, and never to act as unbelieving believers:
Struggling in the wilderness of sin
Suffering in our waywardness-caused shame
Stripping ourselves of joyous worth of salvation
Separating from His will and service
Sliding back toward wisdom of self. Amen.
February 19, 2024
“The actual guise of her has become apparent” ~~ The Poet
Engaged in rapturous slander.
Forced by reputation to meander.
Through the annals of time,
Deemed worse than a witch sublime
Indicted as a demon in old folk lore
Seducing men asleep to wake no more.
Maligned, falsely accused, my name abused
Demons to keep them afraid and subdued
We have, violent police and false news today
Now the demons had no need to stay
Pitted the mate of Samael, a demon
Though never receiving his semen
Deemed to be starved of love
These accusations, could I rise above?
No killer was I, at childbirth
Twas unsanitary practices for what it’s worth.
Although I was tagged a man hater
My ill repute was changed much later
Rebranded from a malevolent figure incorrect
It was transformed to one of respect.
Becoming a second wave feminist voice.
A dramatic twist in narrative to rejoice.
Now revered for all my positive traits as reliance.
Independence, empowerment and defiance.
Qualities that rendered me refusal to submit.
Accepting this description I freely admit
Recognized as a model to radiate assertion
In all this time never contemplated desertion.
Fortitude to grasp the bull’s horns
Bravery to repel all man’s scorns
Being the weaker gender is now just a myth
Conviction and diligence I am always with.
No bragging of honor, valor or victory is needed
Any compassion I have is now frequently heeded
I advance with the strength to stymie the foe.
Estimate from where I come, but see where I go
Being submissive with piety was never my station
I stand a symbolist reflection of the feminist vocation
No need for a masculine throng to be invited
The powerful fire within me has been resighted
I am, Lilith by name
I feel no shame.
Denial to live a full and free life,
Segregation on creed, colour black or white,
How much tolerance must have been,
A call for human dignity and end of strife,
As came the South African apartheid,
A blot on developing intellectual breed,
Women and children could not escape abuse,
Human rights were not getting any heed,
No jobs, no food, such was the plight,
Even most educated had a pitiable fight,
Imprisoned without trial in unsanitary conditions,
Most horrible was the inhumane sight,
Mandela took a lifetime struggle to rescue,
All false allegations were taken true,
Then first election of universal suffrage,
How the time turned, had a least clue,
Defiance campaign with nonviolent resistance,
task undertaken with strong persistence,
Pursued racial equality and other human rights,
dilemma of democracy was coexistence !!
Upon opening the door
the scent alone will cause you to faint
There is barely space to walk
Loose boxes and pallets
almost stack to the roof
as though ready to fall
Kitchen utensils remain unwashed
with pieces of broken glass
everywhere
the dust on the curtains
makes the color fade
How often you see a place
neglected by someone
who has no decency
and shows no concern
to correct any mistakes
broken chairs with missing legs
Knives without handles
unsanitary foodstuffs
with expirey dates
Bottles of soft drinks
under the cupboards
and loose clothing
wrapped in between
Infested by termites
with filth falling from the ceiling
with moulds becoming mountains
on the floor
swollen can foods ready to explode
plastic bottles split open
due to heat of the sun
The walls seem ready
to fall apart
while the locks seem
to have no life anymore
I lived in the garbage of the slums of a fertile land.
I crossed the Mediterranean to wedge my dreams into bleak, unsanitary concrete blocks.
I am trapped in a thermal sieve filled with rats and cockroaches.
I miss the dust of the ruined roads of my homeland.
In the land of human rights, police brutality has disfigured my dignity.
Life in this chaotic dimension is a horror movie.
I think of the Grim Reaper every day, like a terrified inmate on death row.
I numb myself with cannabis to clear the darkness in my deranged mind.
Sleepless nights piled up over the years in the furnaces of decay.
A solitary existence, without ties, without love, without a story.
Dirty hands and a cold heart, fueled by adrenaline against the atrocities of misery.
I am a free spirit, detached from the tyranny of conformity.
If I don’t love you, I will tell you to your face, looking you straight in the eyes.
I am guilty of embracing the innocence of my transgressions.
Telling the truth in all circumstances is a blessing that sometimes gives birth to curses.