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A fairyland fable is a magic table floating around but nit with a rallying cry. That is purely reserved for several synchronised cruise ships whose sunbathing missions thwart many a delivery driver. It is with great interest that an interest is neither a monetary aim at a bank or an inked out financial score singing a palate of possibilities. So go call the cat then. Go on. Meow meow. Dinner time. There you go. Fresh tuna is very scared now. Oh dear. And all the little flakes hard at work minced flesh in factories never really has a rest does it? Dilapidated dog during digging. And a great big wish from a ten thousand kilo cake is a celebrated glow in an outer solar sphere. Clap them all. Many cakes many spheres. Loud claps. And shouting at the mail is equivalent to eating beans on toast at several hundred miles an hour upside down in a bucket. It is in many weathers that a tall lanky snail circles a circuit in a rally car. Very very fast. Well done. There is a crown and a bursting champagne bottle whose antics on the plane were quite rude and non productive. However showering the podium with released bubble is quite a feat of engineering and requires precision mathematics too. So never ever become intoxicated if holding a compass, a text book, six lined sheets of paper, ten pencils and an organic cheeseburger with salad. Marketing making money moguls merry. And the swimming curry is out for the day in the lake occasionally resting on a Papadopoulos papadum boat who whips a papaya to create a cocktail. How rather quaint that is isn't it? How many radiuses are there in a pear? And how many tents can be made from a single pair of tights? These are highly significant questions to ask at a time when the antipepiscides are at the protest. Rioting. And tootling along the lane came a little green car whose plan was ever only to drink copious amounts of tea at the inn of then. Saviour not a sanctified secretion of a sweet set of stagnant striped silk. And enter no password of hi dee hi on a billboard for frames are allowing much to pass by over the cliffs. So watch out if carrying ten cars, a wobbly bus, and a twelfth century castle for it is the marksman who are marking a book from a diocese, a school and a university of agha banks. Couple that then. Great. Hahaha fantasy fig floating around hahaha banana bandana bringing bee balancing. Xxxxx metropolitans z
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On the Twenty Fifth, December Night,
Black Skies Sparkle with bright light!
Church Bells ring,Ding!Dong!Ding!
Chores of angels ,start to sing!
Merry Christmas!Everyone!
Happy Birthday,Jesus Son.
We rejoice in prayer and joy,
as We thank this New Born Boy,
He is Born for You and Me,
from Our darkness ,sets us free.
Christmas time,a time for Friends,
Tender Hugs and shaking Hands.
Red Holllies in Window Sills,
Deers and sleighs,Over the Hills.
Cheery music in the streets,
Christmas time,a time for peace,
Neighbours sharing Merry greets,
robin's nest, safely in trees..
Its a time we give Our best,
thinking more about the rest,
Christmas Cards,a Christmas Gift,
Its Our time,to give and give!!
Christmas Spirit,Home sweet Home,
A star twinkling ,on each Dome.
Lots of toys, For Homeless Kids,
Stories told and ancient myths.
Brindisi ! a toast! Saluting with a kiss,
Warm mulled wine,We never miss..
French Beres,Red coats to dress,
in their tails,Men, look their best.
Decorating Christmas trees,
altogether,Families!
Phone calls ,far across the miles,
Happy Cries and lovely smiles.
Stocking with little surprise,
Before New Dawn,wake and rise.
Five course lunch, For Everyone,
Turkey roasted,just well done.
Aunties,Cousins ,join together,
On this Christmas ,Winter Weather.
At four tea,a Christmas Bun!
Crowd in Chit Chat,having Fun.
Grandma ,bakes ,a Christmas Cake
Snowballs,Mince Pies and Fig Dates.
I prepare ten christmas logs,
Cherries,Nuts,Whisky and Chocs,
Yummie Candies,so delicious,
Forget all which is nutritiuos..
Little Crib in every House,
Grandpa dress as Santa Clause,
Presents,granting many wishes,
Christmas Day, so very precious.
Missletoe and Gleaming eyes,
Christmas Carols,Christma Rhymes.
Cosy Eve,Burning Flames of Fire place,
Spicy wood and Indoor games.
Long Processions in the Streets,
all the Door Knobs Hold Gold Wreaths.
Candle lights in Children's hands,
Miss Christmas and Snow men Dance!
All the Nations holding Hands,
War Is Over,Still a Chance!
Many Blessings On Our Lands,
Merry Christmas Super Friends..
Merry Christmas Everyone,
Welcome Home,Enjoy the Fun! :)
(Inspired by Caroline Devonshire)
(Welcome in my picture of Christmas Landia)
Charma
Lifted into the eternal,
Peter walked through Heaven's pearly gates...
Greeted by his name's sake.
Ushered into the city of golden streets,
Meeting up with Jesus Whom escorts him around personally.
Manor houses arranged beautifully throughout this Holy city.
"One of these houses are yours Peter," Jesus said to him.
"Which one?" Peter asked the Lord of all.
"All you need to do is follow the song until you come to the house
that is singing to you," the Lord replied.
Peter stood for a moment while tuning into what was sublime,
Sung by a voice so sweet... beckoning him to follow where it would lead.
The streets of gold connected to a road of masterfully tailored, bejeweled cobblestone.
As they made their way further along this road... city turned into meadow,
Wild grass... the blades the color of emerald yet soft to the touch.
Making their way along this road, Peter noticed calves grazing... this grass was delicious to them yet even so their heads lifted up in greeting as they remembered Peter who had taken care of them in that other time.. that other place.
Continuing along their way a beautiful chapel came into sight... not unlike the one Peter left behind it was his time to take his place in this world.
Not far from this chapel which contained a barn underneath it stood a large manor house. There were giant trees of all kinds surrounding this property.
To the left a brook which was fed by delicate streams of living water. This water comes down from Mt. Zion itself.
As Peter along with Jesus drew closer, Peter's loved ones and church family... the ones who had gone on before came to greet him with overwhelming warm loving cheer... a reunion of great magnitude did take place.
Peter radiant with joy is home.
Jesus said to Peter something we all long to hear, "Well done my good and faithful servant whom I am honored to call my friend, my beloved."
So now we all know that there is no end to our time with loved ones and friends.
There is no end to our life with Father God, the Lamb of God, the Holy Spirit.
Farm Chapel Continue is a dedication to the Late Peter Smith of Southfield Chapel in Lancashire England. Farm Chapel is the second poem in Farm Chapel
which was also prompted by beloved friends Pastor Barry and Dorothy Dickinson.
The question so many have asked
What are we doing for others ??
Are we making a change
Are we letting? What was work so hard to go in vain?
We used to have morals
We used to have a heart
This world ?? is slowly falling apart
We used to look out
For one another
We use use to be able to depend on our sister and brother
Seems like everything now has become a competition
From the beginning ?? to end
Seems like no one wants to see anyone win
Friends turning on friends
We really got to get it together
Young people no longer respect the elders
So many things happening on the day to day basis
So many families with crying faces
Talking it out and communicating seems like it's no longer a thing
Did we really listen to his dream ??
I meant Dr Martin Luther King
Did you listen to him
Did you hear him out
He wanted to make a change
Didn't do it for clout
He made a way for a new to way to begin
We got to figure it out
He had a vision
He saw it through
He tried to make the world better for me and you
Sacrifices were made
By our tribe
Believe it or not
You can still thrive
It was also said
"One day we will learn that the heart can never be totally right
When the head is totally wrong "
We have to push through
And become tough and strong
Right your wrongs
Make your wrongs back right
Do it for you, continue to fight
Don't fight with your hands fight with the knowledge you've learned over time
Create new visions
See them out this time
Dream big
No matter how hard it seems
DR.KING also said "no one has the right to rain on your dreams ."
We shall overcome
We have overcame
We shall walk hand and hand
For we are all the same
Color doesn't define
We are all one of a kind
Theres so much more that I could say
Thanks Dr King for paving the way
Little girls and little boys
You guys are the future
Dream big
Don't stop
Give it all you got
And if you can give a little more
Acts of service are always an open door
Doesn't matter if it's a smile or a helping hand
Be a part of a great plan
We salute ??
Yes we do
Thank you Dr King
For all you've done
We celebrate you today
Job well done .
Written by Concetta Hardnett
01/20/2025
Writings moving through me with the Holy Spirit,
Inviting exquisite artistry like Hebrew so I write it automatically,
Transmitted and sent with rugged style of construed truth,
To induce questions within the golden age of the awakening youth,
With the use of visions of visionary proof, bulletproof like Zeus,
Introducing the almighty sources most improved writer produced,
So I invite ya on a journey of tighter constructs so don't run,
Fearlessly aware of rats in this reality so I duck rarely,
Instead face them face to face infallibly and chat,
With Steez like Mortal Kombat fatalities I stomp that,
With comprehensible written abstracts Quincy Mac adapts,
Mindful of the traps that collapse inner wisdom,
A system coded with good and evil,
Skill is needed for survival while traveling this steep path uphill,
Yeah I say it again and again, I dig deep, consuming the blue pill,
Morpheus taught me this and gave me tips within the matrix,
So I resume and bloom from nourishment of the living water,
A human absorber of both order and disorder,
Peripheral sight foreseeing clearly like within Clearwater,
That's productive income seeing over the wall to wisdom,
Positive action is turning away from pessimism,
Preconceived programmed system injected into everyone,
Well done if you truly understand but always question ya perception,
Redeem me so I can know all of the famous knowledge tree,
Lambs feed small bits of bread but become sleepy,
Freely become tired, can't see the deceit so they go to sleep,
Those who feel incomplete question and seek meat,
Unique are those who stand with spiritual physique,
Some taste the meat and retreat because they're weak,
Weakness from removal of oneness so life can't complete us,
Readjust, find love remove and let go of the deception of ego,
Undergo inner self help to find a spirit that flows,
Yes ya heard it from Quincy and the wise throughout history,
It's no mystery that you can have inner mastery,
So head towards the tree that shows you how to see,
You and me have to stop being refugees and start to foresee,
By being a spiritual human being by receiving a healing degree,
So be smarter and good natured at heart,
Embark on the journey out of the dark.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 5.4.2016
That be cold sun rose yonder, our heads be hot, I'd declare,
I'll get Whitey my critter, worked all night, best she nicker.
'Bout saddlin' her real tight, or I'll headlong out of sight,
I want movin' nice and fast, cause just--nice--ends up a mess.
Must keep thin's dry 'round Whitey ... traps, she'll stir if caught any,
though we burn the breeze git near, passed two hoops long's a holler,
the homestead bout five miles back should see the first trap I set.
Nope, trap's clean and good to go, next, ain't whistle earshot. Whoa!
Need to slow time -- like disarm, well, no sense singin' to 'em,
come on girl, traps a waitin', ain't no worth to Dallas spin!
Good girl, now just o'er that rise--Whoa! Rattler!--Where, is mascque-eyes?
I'm unshucked and up a tree! Hair in the butter, for me.
French leave, or hang fire--no wait--either fish or cut the bait?
Oh there! 'Neath the brush ahead. Steady girl--a rattler's head!
(BANG/Whinning neighs)
Where's my Arkansas toothpick? Then be trapped, you won't get nicked.
(Talking to the rattler)
Well, done checking all the traps, I knew it'd fill up two packs.
(Resting a bit before anything else)
Be back--stay drink, water's clean--up, I'd never drink downstream.
"Howdy," well, whaddya know? That is one among the willows.
(Passing rider nods and head on...)
All hands and the cook--don't need ... California collar--tree.
(Wanted rider drifts out of sight)
I'll start a fire real quick, then the rattler on the spit.
That was quick and good eatin', look like that sun 'bout settin',
Methinks the night out in town, whaddya think, how does that sound?
Toss belly wash on the fire, where's my comb and the mirror,
cowboys don't bathe, they dust off, come on it's late, let's head off.
You be good, hear, and wait right here, this stallion needs his mare.
That there'd square dance a bit more, must be rattlers on that floor,
My left-handed wife, sidekick. Lookin' for a dog to kick!
There's no call for that ... You mean ... two packs, tied up on Whitey.
Fire 'em up, boys, R O S I E ' S . R O A S T E D . R A T T L E R ' S time!
They parachuted in the sky with a mission to live or die hundreds of them bond together, cruising in the skies and surveying the hills .I watched from earth with curiosity as they broke the pattern and moved in four different directions, east, west, north and south they flew high above the earth until they disappeared in the clouds.
The Gods of the mountain hold the baits and the trees began to shake and an old man appeared in the wind singing an unknown hymn. He looked at me smiled and gave me a book and a pen and a handkerchief and said. “Well done my friend, you have to carry the mantel for the rest of your life, nature will support you and the heaven will embrace you, and when you feel down just look to the skies and you will know that I am around.”
A sudden ferocious wind swirls around in the air and propels the old man from the ground; he disperses in tiny particle into the clouds. That was the last time I see him around and so the legend about the old man in the wind resonates in the entire town. I can still see him waving his hands as the particle dilute all over the land and the winds began to howl from a distance.
The wind has blown the morning crowd out of town and the mid-day people are skipping up and down, they have nothing to eat but courage is keeping them on their feet while destiny propels them to the market. I watched courage mounting the ass and destiny pulling up the grass and the soul mutating in heaven.
I stepped outside for a while to breathe fresh air so I walked among the trees to find some company they took on a life of their own and purge water out of my gown. Something in my space was suffocating me, it was draining my energy and I could not breathe freely. The heat penetrates my body, springing up cubicles of water in my face and filling up bathtubs all over the place and the wind kept its balance in the tree.
I see the trees swaying in the wind and hands waving from the window as the plane touches down on the land for the first time and the crowd gathers around to get a glimpse of destiny as it emerges from the cloud. They rolled out the carpet and open the plane door and the wind harmonized with it on the floor. And that is where the story begins.
II.
Carmen had no other family left,
and said,”I guess I can give it a try.”
Her mother beamed. “I live in Miami,
I’ll pay for some movers to come by!”
That was how Carmen found herself living
in the guest home of her mother’s mansion,
it was almost as large as her old house,
but was much more ornate and well-done.
The first day Fileena was hugs and smiles,
she helped Carmen unpack all her things,
before she left, she said,”I’m so excited!
Tomorrow I’ll show you where you’re working!”
When morning came they drove down in a Benz,
Carmen expected to see a large office,
but Fileena pulled up to an aging warehouse,
said,”Doesn’t look like much, but here it is.”
Inside they passed stacks of packaged powder
as they walked to her mom’s office suite,
Carmen said,”Mom, what do you do here?”
Fileena said,”Isn’t is obvious, sweety?
“Not an ounce of product passes this town
without first being shunted my way,
and given how this country is going
it’ll be legalized one of these days.
“That’s what I intend to pass on to you,
when the time comes for me to retire,
you’ll want for nothing, the riches you’ll have,
most people for their whole lives just aspire.”
Carmen said,”This is a lot to take in…
it’s all come as such a big surprise.
Can I maybe go home and think about it?”
Said Fileena,”Sure hon, take your time.”
Carmen did not go straight to the guest house,
she spent hours wandering about to think
about her few choices, the gravity of it all…
should she go along, or call the precinct?
She puzzled over it a great deal that day,
weighing her situation and her hopes,
she went to the mansion early the next morn,
said,”Mom, I want you to show me the ropes.”
Fileena smiled, and they spent the whole day
moving around the warehouse on a tour,
half-way through said Fileena,”In coming years,
I’m going to teach you about so much more.”
Carmen saw everything she need to,
she saw the basement where the product was made,
saw the chemists hired by Fileena
to specialize the drugs by their grades.
She saw the dealers as they came in,
to give Fileena her cut, and resupply,
she even met the thugs who reminded folks
that to cheat Fileena was to die.
Here is 1 for
Ring , Ding
The phone goes
Hello bud want to go out for a drink
Meet you at your house at 6
Hello bud how's it going
lot's to catch up on
Now let's fast forward a little
more and bit later
A single step since entering the
bar
The 1 friend who phoned to invite
his friend out for a drink
Says mines a pint you get the
drinks in
I've got some spare coins i want
to throw into the slot machine
won't be long grab us both a chair
so long
Half and hour or more later sat
alone his friend returns and
eventually re-joins him
Downs his pint and says i just
won 400
But friend No 2 refrained from
saying well done my mate get the drinks in tonight's on you
Because he knows rather than
that what he is bound about to
say is this
Couldn't lend me 20 could you
please mate
I won and was 400 up but
threw it all back in plud another
100 my night out spending
money chasing the 1000 jackpot
Actually mate can you make that
50 i'll pay you back when i get
paid
I know that jacpot is poised
and about to pay out any second
now
Thanks your a good mate then
proceeds to the bar only
to get change
Forgets about buying his mate
a drink or the fact he has left
him sat all on his lonesome
Even though he is the 1 who
actually invited him out in
the 1st place and it is his
50 he is about to gamble
away and loose
And when and after he losses that
as well like a spoilt child says
to his friend
That's totally ruined and spoiled
my night out completely
Get us 1 final drink for the road
mate im off home
I don't know why i even bothered
to come out in the 1st place
Or more to the point
Why or how you have any friend's
left
Given the fact this happens not
some of time but the majority
of the time
And worse than that you know
you have hit the lotter friend's
jacpot
When the lesser of 2 evils
Is choosing between this 1
Or the other 1 who has 2 drinks
turns into a spiteful drunk and
blames the world for everything
Who would try and wants to
cause and could start a fight
in a graveyard
Or punch a vicar if he wasn't
willing to hand over his holy
communion wine stash
T0 Spencer Snyder, age 80
Curtain Call
He signed you for a starring role, with no time to rehearse,
None had played the part before, so no-one better or worse,
Been a long run and the folks keep coming, your lines change like your sox,
Director nods up in the Gods, no prompter in the box,
And every time you looked to Him, He’d smile and say Well Done,
Despite your wild unscripted words, you could do no wrong
Though critics voiced opinions, you know what worth they are,
Mostly orificial, mostly rated R!
Curtain Call! You’re on again today
You can prance and sing and pirouette or sulk the night away
Curtain Call! Delight with what you’ve got,
When you act on inspiration, you can’t be what you’re not.
Well, all runs have their ups and downs, you faltered there sometimes
And scowled at other actors for their excrementary lines,
Complaints they won you nothing but laughter from the crew
But now you know they’re there to show the very best in you!
One day you’ll hear a casting-call, Director’s words are spare:
“The part you played was perfect, I’ve another one to share,
But because you did amuse me with your foibles, funks and fears,
I’ll let you practice this one for another 20 years!”
Curtain Call! You get…. no stand-in for your role
You signed for the duration when you were just a soul
Curtain Call! When you grasp a life, there’s no-one here to blame,
And how much you enlighten us your only claim to fame!
You pondered long life’s meaning, but the guru’s words rang true,
That it don’t mean a goldarn thing but what it means to you,
It’s meant to be a mystery, of that you can be sure,
And for your play, if we had our way, we’d implore Encore!
And at your final curtain, kindly exit with a smile,
To let us know you loved the part for just a little while,
We’ll stand for your ovation if we’re not all in the ground,
It’s a goodly bet that’s all you get for having us around!
Curtain Call! (It sounds) every morning when you rise,
The stage has made you large as life, regardless of your size,
Curtain Call! We love you, please curtsey to acclaim,
An arch-angelic Oscar has been chiseled with your name!