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OH Let it all become known far and wide all over the cities, towns and country sides, "You are braver than you believe Stronger than you seem Smarter than you think & Loved more than you know."
Do you honestly consider yourselves to be actually brave? When merely getting out of bed in the morning is taking a risk? Those of you who boldly get inside your automobiles, and public transit are braver than you know. Why because you are entrusting your lives (and the lives of your passengers to complete strangers. it has become both acknowledged and claimed to be true.
Let's face our grocery store clerks do a really good job of bagging our grocery items. Sometimes they over load the bags and make them too heavy. However there are certain advantages to either being female, or senior citizens. When you instruct them to lighten your load, they do it. In certain stores the cart people wheel your grocery charts to your cars or trucks etc. You are stronger than you seem.
You are smarter than you think. So what if you have to count your numbers on your fingers and/or your toes? That doesn't mean that you aren't smart! You can add up and tally the columns of figures that way. Of course Smart phones may be able to perform mathematical functions.
You may struggle with math, and yet excel in the American English Language. You may be able to compose a sentence and yet struggle with even simple spelling sometimes!
And you are loved more than you know! We are instructed by the good book more commonly referred to as the Holy Bible. "To love our neighbors as we love our selves. And to also love one another as He first loved us." This is the greatest of the commandments!
"You are Braver than you believe
Stronger than you seem
Smarter than you think
& Loved more than you know."
Those words are sound advice and words to the wise. Following in their footsteps of those who have gone before us. And becoming pathfinders to the up and coming future generations.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
April 16, 2021
The light is flashing before my eyes
The tunnel of life seems forever
Yet a little of positive things
WE go but so far, yet we go far
We have more then what we need
Yet the flashing lights is never enough
A helping hand is hard to touch, to touch
In this world, I must keep going
Keeping my head up, hoping not to fall
Down in this world
They say you living to fast, I say I'm only
Trying to get where I'm going
Thoughts
Crying
Whispers
Kind of hard finding help in the world
One chapters is read and life goes on
I am who I am the past has make me strong
Them days was hard but that faith was tough
Some pages wasn't looked at, some chapters
Wasn't never read
Judge not me, this man of prospering dreams
My bones craved for negativity but don't we all
Fight for a change
His breath was cold as ice
The life of dreams
To become the up and coming
He was never that type of man
Days of struggling he accepted that type of man
No dreams, no visions, just that type of man
This view is one of something beautiful to the eye
What the eye see is a picture of peace, the mind is at peace
My days of time, time of shining to the world I dreamed of
Days like this
I wished he seen the things I seen, or felt the things I felt
TO feel like this, he's days might have been hopes and dreams
So I fight to stay into that flashing light, read that chapter
You missed, I finally got by, the world is beauty in my eyes
BEING A DISABLED AMERICAN SEVERE PTSD ANXIETY DISORDER PANIC DISORDER EMOTIONAL PANIC ATTACKS TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AND NARCOLEPSY I AM BASICALLY UNABLED TO DRIVE OR OPERATE A MOVING VEHICLE I NEVER DROVE A CAR TOO BAD MY IDENTITY THIEF DIDN'T TAKE THAT IN CONSIDERATION WHILE STEALING MY IDENTITY IT BASICALLY MEANS SHE CAN'T BE ON THE ROAD ANY FLORIDA ROAD LAST TIME HER HYUNDAI FLIPPED IN SPRING HILL GOD ONLY KNOWS HOW MANY PILE UPS ARE UP AND COMING IN HER WAKE THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO DEAL TO BE MADE WITH THE DEVIL THEE HARSH INTIMADATION TACTICS BULLYING IT BEYOND CRUEL PERSONS OF POWER ASSIST IN THE TAUNTING CHEERING THE IDENTITY THIEF ON HER FRAUDULENT ENDEAVOR FALSIFYING HUMAN LIVES TO GAIN WHAT A HYUNDAI KARMA WATCHING ALL THOSE EMPLOYEES IN ATLANTA FRAUD WASTE THRIVES IN THE SOUTH I AM VERY LUCKY TO BE ALIVE COULD YOU IMAGINE BURGULARS ARRIVING GIVE ME YOUR IDENTITY OR YOUR LIFE OF COURSE THE IDENTITY THIEF HAS NO REGUARDS FOR THE ABUSE OF POWER LOSING THIER CAREERS TO ASSIST IN A SHEER COVER UP THIS NEVER EVER LAST SOONER OR LATER MISTAKES ARE MADE IN SPITE OF POWER FALSIFYING DATA TO ALLOW ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT TO GAIN DRIVERS LICENSE BY HACKING INTO AMERICAN DRIVERS NO WONDER THE HIGHWAY PATROL IS SO BUSY SCRAPPING UP HUMAN REMAINS DRIVERS LICENSE IN THE WRONG HANDS IS MURDER IN THE FIRST DEGREE IT CERTAINLY SHOULD BE NO DEAL ON FAKE DRIVERS LICENSES MOVE ACCORDINGLY STOP TERRORISTS THREATS MARC AUTOS 3181 PALM BEACH BLVD FORT MYERS FLORIDA ASK FOR CIRO GARGANO TELL HIM YOU NEED 30 CAR TITLES ON THOSE STOLEN VIN NUMBERS DON'T FIRGET TO CALL JD BYRIDER FOR THE DEALERS TAGS FOR THE VEHICLES ON THE FRONTLINE REPOS IN THE BACK ITS AMAZING WATCHING CORRUPTION AT ITS FINEST HOUR CIRO CONTROLLED PERSONS OF POWER BEING A USED CAR SALESMAN HE PAID OFF DMV EMPLOYEES ALL THE TIME EVERY MONTH HE FALSIFY PAPER TAGS TO CARS WITH NO TITLE THAT'S HOW HE RAN HIS CAR LOT SO I'M NOT SURPRISED HE IS SEATED WITH MY IDENTITY THEIVES USING ABUSE OF POWER TO COMMIT HORRID CRIMES AGAINST FLORIDA DRIVERS NO DEAL ON DEALERS INC MURDER INCORPORATE WATCH OUT FOR HYUNDAIS THE DRIVER HAS A FAKE LICENSE FROM MARC AUTOS USED CAR LOT SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW SOMETHING NEVER CHANGE EXCEPT CIRO GARGANO NOW SELLS GOLF CARTS IN SENIOR COMMUNITY STILL FALSIFYING VIN NUMBERS GOFT CART TITLES FALSIFYING DRIVERS LICENSES
At early dawn, me lying supine on my non - mowed lawn in happy mood.
I am relaxing under bright Sun and clean clear cerulean sky enjoying
morning beauty of environ. Cheerful sparrows and sterlings to chirp
and prance. Morning dews are glistening on wild glass blades. Swift
squirrel is climbing up and coming down. Slow snail is crawling silent with
single foot. In gentle breeze, tiny feral flowers are nodding heads in fun.
Everything is running smooth and fine in fresh morning.
Fluttering wings flying butterflies are visiting blossoms. Cute kittens are
playing joyfully at a corner. I am sensing serene sublime ecstatic state.
Suddenly a grass hopper settles on tip of grass. A prompt chameleon
doesn’t miss the chance to attack and swallows up. My heavenly bliss at
once turns in melancholy sinking in hell.
nature acts ruthless ~
prey and predator to run
simultaneous.
"We have no wings, yet we can float in the blue either on a swing or on imginary wings sensing the undulations of air"~ By Poet
With the peak of spring in the month of May
In the early hours of a pleasantly sunlit day
Two kids merrily sat cuddled on a swing,
Feeling as though they were buoyant on wing.
Floating in the air, they began to sing.
Their sweet lay breaking the silence with its ring
They kicked the air with their legs in rising delight
And felt like thistle downs ever so light.
Going up and coming down on the swing was fun
They closed their eyes on being face to face with the sun
They felt the swish and sway of the tranquilizing air,
And knew the light tug of breeze on their hair
As the air got caught in the frills of their frock
Their eyes gleamed bright in delightful spark
They imagined themselves to be astronauts in space
And an ebullient excitement lit up their face
From a raised angle, they saw the Earth in green folds lie
They watched the surrounding hills standing awfully high
They saw a small stream flowing as a slow moving train
And the trees lined up on its banks in unbroken chain
Longingly I watched these children free of all worry and pain
Also their aerial feats not tainted by any melancholy stain
How I miss these childhood days of innocent fun
And my thoughts float to those times when my days to sunset quickly run
Written By: D. Collins 9/2/20
Whatever God's will because you're not spending yours.
As far as you see it, it opens up new doors.
One day you'll find yourself thinking just like me.
With a 5-year plan, and then kick up your feet.
When we were up and coming, we didn't rely on God.
We just made it happen, and we were very large.
Now that we're approaching the very day we met.
I, can look back, and actually have no regrets.
I cannot speak for you because it's all in God's hands.
He's 'mo better than me because "He Is The Man."
I'm not sure how you and I became so broken.
However, you thrive on keeping your options open.
I'm standing down and letting you run the show.
I'll be in the background and going with the flow.
We have to put in work, and it has to be real.
Which requires less of living on whatever God's will.
As I step through the door
Of my office - Doughnuts Galore
Mildred from behind the counter nods her head at me
I come here every day for a few
Jelly doughnuts and nasty brew
Looking for the perfect job that keeps eluding me
I again pick up the daily rag
Scouring the classified ads
Hoping to find something interesting I see
My bladder lets lose
At the greatest of news
In Black and White Bold Type face do I read
Wanted lead guitarist in
An up and coming Air Rock Band
Mildred comes and picks me up off the floor
I went and applied for the job
And with a wink and a nod
They said your exactly what we're looking for
We practice day and night
Hitting all the notes right
Till our Air Rock Band was ready for tour
The crowds we all wowed
As we brought down every house
In venues we played up and down the Eastern shore
From top forty pop
To industrial techno rock
There wasn't a song we couldn't toast
We even threw a few polkas in
Sounding sweeter than sin
Cause Brian the drummer likes polka the most
We finally hit the big time
When we went nation wide
The Greatest Air Rock Band the worlds ever known
But as fast as we went to the top
That's just as fast as we dropped
Dead air was all you heard from us on the radio
She wants to go out shopping, to find that perfect dress,
For the up and coming function, you know, the one she must impress.
But sat outside her changing room which happens quite a lot,
I’m staring at my feet like I’m waiting to be shot.
So that got me thinking about the guys who must endure,
This embarrassing dilemma as they gaze upon the floor,
That it would be rather splendid if the shop would just provide
A fifty inch tv screen with some beer upon the side.
I can imagine the astonishment, on match day, as we shout,
‘Are we going shopping love?’ and she asks ‘what’s this about?’
‘Well the run up to the game means I have to get my spot,
So the guys are buying dresses or hadn’t you forgot?’
I've learned the secret of writing poetry
Everyone likes reading about love
As long as the word 'love' is in the title
It makes everyone's heart start to buzz
An age old emotion that hard to control
When struck, to succumb is a given
So easy to fall, so hard to ignore
To that age old desire we're driven
So my advice to you up and coming poets
Put love in the title of each poem
Even if the poem's about eating spaghetti
A shameless act of self promotion
Just pretend you didn't hear it from me
Not sure any studies have been made
But trust me, use the word love in the title
And you'll have it made in the shade
© Jack Ellison 2014
We are the crying children of the 70’s,
not much changes inside ‘other than knowing better now ,what undoubtedly would have been the keys to the kingdom back then .
We are the innocent generation of comic trusting gullibility ‘the worry of our world and blame For its care or lack of ‘now placed firmly upon us .
We are the children of an era where life ‘as a fact was better and way more safe in the groove that we knew as the 70’s.
We are the trapped children sentenced to incarceration? in adult bodies,
no one speaks of our future anymore, only that of the up and coming millennials who flee willingly to adulthood ‘only to find out to late their folly .
We are the crying children of the 70’S ?