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I suspect that the world isn’t design for us
But its us who’ll want to design the world to be
Every living thing for the world to outlast
Is there really something I did not see?
I suspect that the world hasn’t life
Merely… we gave it one
We are Gods among with an ultimate lie
And when we die… we ain’t done
My suspicion remains well-founded
Forever however I’m left dumb-folded
For all who breathes… we are all blended
As well… jaded
An if world to suspect us no less
I can only say… the world won’t care
Why is there always a test?
Is there another world we did not dare?
If the world is design for us
It’ll be something we forever will never see
Did I owe the world to ask?
I’ll simply design the world to be
It was a dream about a FIRE; or was it a WARNING about a business
Proposition? This fire was started in our home in our heater. Nothing
Is unusual about trying to keep warm, but this fire was different. It was Started by a relative, and it was at first very much appreciated. Nevertheless, Immediately, the FLAMES became very INTENSE, and did not Diminish.
It was a WINDY day, and I could see that the flames were greatly effected
By the STRONG wind, because the flames were WRAPPING round the corner Of our house. I started checking the walls of the house to ascertain whether They Were normal or being OVERHEATED. My suspicion was well founded as I Could SEE that the walls were taking TOO MUCH HEAT. I was very concerned But did not PANIC. I did not want to call the fire department Just yet; so I Obtained a water hose and began to SPRAY water on the front and side walls, Preventing a catastrophe. I could not understand why the fire became so INTENSE, so RAPIDLY. Immediately after the fire was brought under CONTROL, the dream disappeared as SUDDENLY as it had appeared.
The dream occurred just last night, and this morning, the dream and an Interpretation came To mind. Whether the interpretation is precise, truthful Or not, I do not know. But often an interpretation will UNFOLD in my mind. For some years now, I have believed that many dreams, but not all, are linked To what has transpired in our waking timeline. And the brain has a way of 'TRANSFIXING' our real experiences into the form of a dream.
This dream concerns the sale of property involving a trusted friend. I should Proceed with caution regarding the business matter initiated. Many of life's Experiences are loaded with VOLATILITY without assistance from us. Yet other Components of our lives become volatile when we interact with them.
101621PSCtest, Onomatopoeia Poetry, Emile Pinet
Onomatopoeia words are in caps.
Gaia is the Earth's mother and keeper,
guarding, shielding, protecting the future.
Gaia is fed up with humans as kings;
Earth is a mess with ecosystem dings.
Humans out of control, are now a sore;
endless fighting, threatening nuclear war.
Gaia must act before it's far too late,
to choose a new king of beasts to create.
Primates societies are too weak,
too dependent on politic's critique.
So Gaia looked at social insect clans,
with their stable, safe, old monarchy brands.
So it was a choice between the top three:
the ant, the termite and the social bee.
In the end it was the ants that were crowned
as new king of beasts; a choice well-founded.
•• When a new hive is done, what do the bees do?
Have a house-swarming party,
and give a welcome hearty.
•• What did the duck say to the waiter?
"Let me have my fill,
just put it on my bill.”
•• Why is the mushroom always the hit of the party?
He's a real fungi,
loves to play the pungi.
•• Why do coffee beans have successful marriages?
Their love is well founded,
They keep each other grounded.
•• Why do pizza chefs work extra hard?
The flour bed, they hoe,
They knead the dough.
•• Why can’t you lie to the x-ray tech?
Don't let them get to you,
They can see right through you.
•• Why did the balloons run away from the concert?
The reason pinned was basic,
They were playing pop music!
•• What was the reporter doing at the ice cream shop?
Trying to stay in the loop,
Getting the sundae scoop!
•• What did the judge say when the skunk walked into the courtroom?
Cut the case short!
Odor in the court!
•• What do you call a sleeping bull?
It's a bull-dozer,
Don't go closer.
•• Where does a fish keep its money?
To be frank,
On the river bank.
•• What kind of whale is the saddest?
A blue whale,
Looking pale.
•• How does the ocean say farewell?
It behaves
And waves.
•• What fruit do twins like best?
Pears!
Equal shares!
•• Why did the kid climb the tree to study?
It was the best location
To get a higher education.
8th March 2023
For Margarita Lillico's "Pun fun" contest
(All puns taken from yourdictionary.com and edited and rhymed by me)
Let your heart have trust in God,
Midst strong storm and vile weather;
Keep your head above the flood,
Let your hope be always there.
Let your mind possess belief
Or persuasion so solid;
Undaunted by pip and grief,
Your faith is just well-founded.
Let your conviction remain
In your spirit, in your soul;
Never be afraid of pain,
Just reach your dream, aim, and goal.
Let your firm certitude stay,
Allowing it not to sink;
The troubles along the way
Won't win over what you think.
Rely on God's discretion,
He knows what is best for you;
No time for dubitation,
God's promise is simply true.
Form: Tanaga
The sound of his voice was enough to wake the
Sleeping waves in me, and his presence had me
Feeling like a mermaid swirling in those waters,
Carefree, exalted and confident that no harm
Would befall me since, I saw in him, the divine!
Made of manners, he was all polite and civil,
Bidding me to shed off the fears that usually adorned
My crown, and his eyes, so deep and kind,
Had had me dreaming of a future, made of
Stability so well founded, it being blessed
By the Gods themselves!
But then I realised that my heart was being taken
For a doormat, upon which he would wipe his feet,
That the feelings I held for him
Were not present in him,
That he had no consideration for me
And that I had been listed as cheap and way too easy
Just because I opened up myself to him!
The lack of consideration hurts me, more so since
I opened up my soul's diary solely to him,
Always making sure that nobody would ever
Be able to have a peek as to what my lines mean!
Find strength in my agony, I moved away
And pledged to give myself love, and to allow
Myself to breathe, as freely as would birds soaring
High up in the skies, for, I refuse to be another
Victim of violence just because I am unwanted!
When you find the truth it cannot be broken
belonging to the sacred word it remains unspoken
as mind and body attach to it and become as one
recognize then your journey ahead will have begun
Reason and logic to one another they belong
necessarily maintaining distance from the norm
truth will forever be that one guiding light
subduing everything false under its might
If the truth is what you seek, you must first prepare
challenges you will face, and dangers to beware
if you resign yourself to accept that which is right
know for your very life, for this alone do you fight
With the existence of evil in this world, have we been surrounded
yet, our ability to choose good over evil, is a truth well founded
the power to achieve our internal peace, lies in our very hands
no escaping this obligation, to pursue truth is what He commands
A person's true essence, is only his soul from within
his body must remain, after sullied from a lifetime of sin
before us are many paths in this world, good, bad, life and death
our goals are the same, to choose life before that final breath
As our souls begin to soar, many awaiting our heavenly trial
taken from us now, freewill to change that lifetime of denial
this light of truth while alive, we still could have acquired
what remains for us to correct, now that we have expired
What words can be said, and what tears will be left to shed
having lived that life, sadly, so void of truth, as one dead
last opportunities do not squander, eternal life is within reach
but first you have to be willing to change, to your heart beseech
I Yearn:
For a feeling of belonging.
To be seen as an equal,
Liked and accepted just as I am.
I need someone in whom to confide,
and know that I will neither be judged
for being less than perfect,
nor have my confidence betrayed.
I need a Friend.
I Pine:
I want to be seen for who and what I really am,
and not judged for it but accepted in spite of it.
I need to feel loved.
I Hunger:
For a sense of oneness with another.
To be able to love and be loved in return.
To trust and be trusted,
and to know these feelings are well founded.
I need a mate, a soul mate.
It hurts to reach out in the darkness and find no one there reaching back.
It's frightening to be alone.
But wait,
I felt --- something.
Soft, warm, gentle.
I heard a faint sound.
A quiet call.
Someone knows I'm here.
Someone knows my name.
I reach out once more.
Someone grasped my hand,
with such gentle strength and compassion,
such quiet reassurance.
I peered into the darkness,
and saw a single tiny star shining in the distance.
The more I leaned toward it the brighter it got,
until it's light filled the universe.
I searched for the source of it's light.
Then I saw it, The Source.
It was Him.
He is The Light.
He is The Source.
He is warmth, love, acceptance,
shelter, providence, power, grace,
and more.
He is all I have ever needed.
He is my Savior.
He is God's Only Begotten Son.
He is Jesus.
"Green is nature’s poetry."
"Green – the magical canvas of nature."
"Green gives the calm we need in this world full of chaos."
~ Shilpa Ahuja (all 3 quotes)
"Green is the fresh emblem of well-founded hopes."
~ Mary Webb
Nature's poetry is green,
Blazing in the leaves,
It makes the heart feel serene,
The mind, calm receives;
Green is canvas magical,
Where God paints the trees,
Vast verdancy radical
Cool the eyes and please;
Emblem of well-founded hopes,
Green is Spring's first blush,
The fresh grass that grows on slopes,
Decked with dew looks lush;
When we see an emerald,
The pulse beats faster,
Green does excite and herald
"Hand of the Master".
THE EMPTINESS
I yearn;
For a feeling of belonging,
To be seen as an equal,
Liked and accepted just as I am.
I need someone in whom to confide and
know that I will neither be judged for being
less than perfect nor have my confidence betrayed.
I need a friend.
I pine;
I want to be seen for who and what I really am,
And not be judged for it,
But accepted in spite of it.
I need to feel loved.
I hunger;
For a sense of oneness with another,
To be able to love and be loved in return,
To trust and be trusted,
And to know these feelings are well founded.
I need a mate, a soul mate.
It hurts to reach out in this darkness,
And find no one reaching back.
It's frightening to be alone.
But Wait!
I felt --- Something.
Soft, Warm, Gentle.
I heard a faint sound.
A quiet call,
Someone knows I'm here!
Someone knows my name!
I reach out once more.
Someone grasped my hand,
with such gentle strength and compassioon,
Such quiet reassurance.
I peered into the darkness and saw a single,
tiny star shining in the distance.
The more I leaned toward it the brighter it got,
Until it's light fillled the universe.
I searched for the source of it's light.
Then I saw it, The Source.
It was Him.
He is The Light.
He is The Source.
He is Warmth, Love, Acceptance, Shelter, Providence,
Power, Grace and More.
He is all I have ever needed.
He is my Savior.
He is God's Only Begotten Son.
He is Jesus.
Judy Ball