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In dust-laden silence, past the reach of day,
The mansion's library whispered of forgotten tales,
Its heartbeat echoed in the books arrayed.
Time's soft touch graced each spine and page,
Among them, Dickens stood with solemn grace,
Austen's wit lingered, untouched by age.
Balzac's illusions, faded, not effaced,
Eliot's Floss, its flow stilled in place,
Whitman’s grass, in tranquil state embraced.
Whitaker's knowledge, a temporal space,
Housed where the light through curtain's veil,
Spoke volumes of a world so interlaced.
The round table, center of this literary grail,
Vase barren of bloom, yet filled with long-gone blooms,
Oxford's rust, a testament to detail.
The Davenport, proud despite its failing,
A chair's broken leg, strength still prevailing,
In the corner, history's desk, inviting, waiting.
The hearth, with ash of fires long quelled,
Storied reminders of warmth once felt,
Stone and log, in quiet remembrance dwelled.
Adventures found in the stillness of decay,
An exploration of souls in silent ballet,
An inexplicable reunion with an unknown yesterday.
Here, in this grand sepulcher of intellect,
A young explorer's heart would intersect
With times gone, yet alive, in dust-specked respect.
#"Don't Turn Away!"
At least of all, NOT today!
You ARE being spoken too, yes YOU!
This goes far beyond mere noise, and the volumes are deafening! What am I referring to? The Ultimate Gifted Voice, "WITHIN".
But, sometimes we opt to ignore it...
And yet, it chooses NOT to ignore us!
How fortunate is that?
What a REPLENISHING supply!
The GOLDEN VOICE asks, how long will you keep procrastinating? I AM WITHIN YOU TO HELP YOU WITH YOUR ESCALATING!
Someone elects to sleep...
the inner voice weeps; it yells, it rages,
it screams it's time to advance to
NEW STAGES!
"WAKE UP!
IT'S TIME FOR A SHAKE-UP! ! !"
It's Time, to Align, for an ADVANCED Version of "YOU"! An ENHANCED Pay-Off from Mere ACTIONS Pursued!
©Renee D. Gross (GHPPR) 2023#
I remember her garments of assigned spiritual gifts.
I remember her beautiful fashions and modeling shows.
I remember the first book she wrote and published.
I could never forget her Gospel meetings.
Her magazine was an unforgettable magazine.
In one sense, one could reckon her garments to be
permeated with a fruit of the spirit; and putting on
a garment could symbolize putting on a spiritual fruit.
This was indeed an art form, poetry walking across a stage.
Yes, I call to remembrance those fruitful and
productive years. That picture of the little boy
on the cover of 'Hope Magazine' was priceless, and
it spoke volumes. If I can remember all these things
about Kat, I have no doubt that it is impossible for God
to forget her and her unique brand of Christian ministry.
I also remember her adversities, challenges, and trials.
I cannot forget her illnesses nor her walking through the
valley of the shadow of death. None of God's servants has
ever been put on the shelf in the way we deem 'on the shelf'.
God is Sovereign and works in mysterious ways, His wonders to
perform. God is not one to be locked into a form or pushed into a
corner. Truly, like the song says, He is always working. Whether we
find ourselves on a shelf, or on a stage communicating Christ, or flying
across the sea to reach lost souls, God is always working. Furthermore,
God is presently working in, with, for, and through Kat. Also, you and me.
082422PS
Tribute to a fashion designer
(Heavy Trap Soul Beat Drops - 808s Deep, Melodic Synth Pads, Snare Rolls)
(Verse 1) Yo, uh, stepped in this , drippin' like Poseidon Neck froze, wrist froze, yeah, my diamonds speak volumes, no lyin' They see the glow up, thinkin' fortunes just fallin' But they ain't see the trenches where the hunger was callin' Now I'm Wall Street slick, with P-Valley in my stride Old money, new money, now money hard, yeah, that's the vibe.
(Verse 2) Used to scrape the plate, now I'm stackin' up the blue strips es used to curve, now they sendin' nude pics Remember ramen nights, now it's lobster tail dinners Watchin' cash grow, in 2024, market winners Eight hundred billion, that's the talk on these streets Old money, new money, now money hard, can't be beat.
(Verse 3) Got that savage flow, 21 in my demeanor Ice cold heart, makin' bread, yeah, I'm a earner They hate to see a chick rise, from nothin' to somethin' tried to check my crown, told her, "Keep on frontin'" This ain't no fairytale, this the real grit and grime Old money, new money, now money hard, all the time.
(Verse 4) Yeah, I move like a don, every step calculated Bentley truck swervin', while these haters just debated How I flipped the script, made somethin' out of zero Now they whisperin' my name, call me neighborhood hero But I ain't savin' none these clowns, they can stay behind Old money, new money, now money hard, peace of mind.
(Verse 5) Cardi B body, yeah, the sex appeal lethal Got these niggas hypnotized, wallets gettin' feeble Diamonds on my body, shinin', blindin' every eye Got 'em mesmerized, thinkin' they can buy my time But loyalty and respect, that's the currency I crave Old money, new money, now money hard, own the wave.
(Outro) Uh, yeah, this that boss anthem, for the grinders, for the hustlers From the bottom to the top, we turned into money monsters They call it luck, we call it grind, dedication, no sleep Now we countin' stacks, while they barley make ends meet Remember the name, , etched in gold, never fade Old money, new money, now money hard, we gettin' paid.
(Beat fades out with ad-libs: Yeah, uh huh, Cheeze, Bardi, 21 Savage flow, get that money, gone!)
For Contest:
Silent One
If it wasn't for poetry, I may not be breathing
Each breath, each word written, started as a child
Bringing the gift of comfort in the escape onto paper!
All in my solitude of survival through trauma...
I stepped forward, pouring out the pain, inspired by music
The melodies danced with my pen and I was free, oh so free!
I could go anywhere, feel anything, show everything
Through the years, the volumes of writing grew with me
If it wasn't for poetry, I wouldn't be all of who I am
My soul is unveiled to live this beautiful life, I am forever grateful!
Now, I continue to write with God's gift, that no-one can steal!
There have been many thieves in life, but all this is untouchable!
Heidi Sands
12/4/23
Placed 1st with others in the contest, If it wasn't for poetry.
Everything in my life that has passed this overbite
I just happened to write it down
With volumes of books filled to the crook
Of my every word, sight, and sound
From my Goo Goo, Ga Ga's as a baby
To my very last word of today
Every word ever uttered from me that you've heard
That I've had to pleasure to say
Of course there wouldn't be as much here to read
Stacked high upon the shelf
If overtime I didn't find
I so often repeat myself
So if you ever want to know what I said
Something mumbled or blown off on the wind
Perhaps misunderstood is in my thousands of books
Feel free to read it all for yourself
I appreciate the silence, it always speaks volumes like the suspense of life the I don't know what can possibly happen next or the today could be my last breath test. The silence is beautiful when all you can hear is the wind whistle so many doctrines got lost or thrown out by the Catholic church I choose to write my own epistles and I never had to fiddle my thumbs thinking about the next line I guess I'll get to correct my wrongs if there is ever a next time, life is a teacher so pay close attention to the lesson or get left behind in the next section, I'm restless. So it doesn't matter if you don't get this I only feed those anyway who carry a meal ticket
Although this seems a light-weight mystery,
This was a code word of war history;
Resembling, as though words romantic-thrilled,
Volumes these words spoke of fear, frantic-filled...!
It's like the radar of war times present,
Two lanterns if by seas the foes are sent;
Bells of the church must peal once if by land,
Or twice if the 'regulars' through seas stand...!
Revere rode from Boston to Lexington,
He proved, like a fox very vexing one;
The enmity that roamed like a monsoon,
Broke out like a premature child born soon...!
Winning or losing, like day and night, goes,
Man's or woman's strength, like the moon, truth shows;
The phrase short; freedom won; Wow! Longfellow!
How charmingly have you depicted this show...!!!
Something, as though divine revelation,
Had dawned American liberation;
History, mystery, poetry mix,
From blistery great liberty did fix...!
20 January 2023
Three-Fold Search
I walked the earth in search of God,
Explored a thousand different creeds.
But found him in the furrowed sod,
A babbling brook and a fresh-sown seed.
For faith I searched with brain and breath.
Through mighty volumes part by part;
But at the gentle kiss of death.
I found it in my heart.
I searched for truth and heard his voice.
Across the span of time and space;
Christ seemed so near, and yet so far;
There in the night I saw his face.
His richness and beauty unmatched are,
And peerless is his love.
For in his palm I saw a scar.
Above his head a Dove.
We are truly blessed with splendid scenery in this great nation,
Overwhelmin' our senses with awe and inspiration!
Visitors to such places may view them with differin' perception,
And the spectacular Grand Canyon is certainly no exception!
A preacher, for example, might fall upon his knees in exaltation,
Praisin' and glorifyin' The Lord for His magnificent Creation!
He'll be inspired to concoct a sermon for his languid congregation,
That'll bring them leapin' from their pews in rousin' exultation!
The artist, no doubt, will view it with a practiced eye and gush,
About the masterpiece he'll create with his paint and brush .
As he critically eyeballs the colorful vista so breathtakin',
He'll exclaim, "Tis a marvelous canvas in the makin'!"
The contemplative poet will ponder the scene and then,
Create volumes of flowin' verse from his prolific pen!
The musician becomes emotional standin' on the high plateau,
Hearin' a symphony as the waters flow on the watercourse below!
An old cowpoke might marvel at the scene and scratch his brow,
Sayin' to no one in particular, "One helluva place to lose a cow!"
From the rocky coast of Maine to the San Diego Bay,
Ain't no two people gonna see things in the very same way!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Entry for PD's "7 Wonders of the Ancient or New World"