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We had breakfast on the Champs-Élysées this morning at Café Joyeux. Their croquet monsieur (a breakfast sandwich) was to die for - one bite can cure a hangover. They also serve a deep, rich Yirgacheffee coffee (€15 a cup) that I think God stirs with his little pinkie finger - it’s THAT good.
We took up most of the little outdoor, oval tables on the right side (there are 10 of us) and our little sorority was noisy with chatter - earning us looks. Our European vacation culminates today. We’re flying back to Georgia in a couple of hours. June seemed to drain away like water.
The minion my Grandmère charged with coordinating our vacation, François, breakfasted with us. He’s one of the flock of Sorbonne Université MBAs she recruits each year to infuse new energy into her conglomerates.
He briefed us on our departure and flight. His imposition of definitive order and advance planning allowed us a casual and carefree sense of travel. In an ideal world, he’d coordinate my entire life.
He’s been on-call all month but joined us, off and on - like when we arrived in Doublin, at customs, to smoothly guide us through and again, similarly, in Paris.
He’s 26, very handsome and model looking. He’s perfectly tailored, with an elegant yet minimalist style. He wears dark shirts of admiral and yale blue with long black jackets and gray slacks with no tie. His hair is a hipster straight, blonde fringe.
He’s so perfect that I wouldn’t put it past my Grandmère to have placed him in front of me, like bait, to see if something with us sparked-off.
He’s Frenchly brisk and yet dryly solicitous - as if I have the power to sanction his position, which, in a way I suppose I do.
“How’s François doing?” Grandmère would ask, each time we talked.
“He’s wonderful,” I said, “I think he’s a keeper.”
“Good, good for him.” she would reply - making the comment sound almost sly.
I hope you really understand
This is all out of my hands
I can't control this situation
All my woman's intuition
Led me to this secret place
I had no clue or even trace
My emotions would lead down
Somewhere I am tied and bound
By the stress and daily life
That destroyed my happy life
Now in a state of depression
Every time of day will lessen
All the joy I used to know
My life took a deadly blow
Now all the fatility
Every second brings to me
Is filled with anxiety
Every bit of sanity
Is lost in a world of haze
Struggling to find the ways
Back in to the normalcy
When I used to be pain free
My escape routes are blocked
In my mind that is now locked
Under a big and dark cloud storm
Now there is a giant swarm
Of despair I have to battle
Each new day I need to saddle
Up again and ride this out
I just want to loudly shout
As my demons are released
Bringing me back to the peace
I knew before my mind
Started to twist and unwind
Come on
Come on
At my newly opened store
Om shanti om .
Where I want to sell
Hill of nothings
That occupied almost all
Space of my beautiful mind.
Om shanti om
Tensions and anxieties
Hatred and partialities
All useless thoughts
That disturbs
My peace of mind
I just want to sell.
Om Shanti Om
Haunted sweet memories
With some quality times
Loyalties and honesties
That have no buyers
Some jealous and careless friends
At low cost and heavy discounts
are available at my store
Which I want to sell.
Om Shanti Om
Come on
Come on
My dear ladies and gentleman
At my store
Om Shanti Om .(God bless peace and love to whole world).
I want to wake you
Wake you up and let you see the world.
Can you not see the tulips screaming triumphantly in their array
Or see the clouds dancing an endless waltz.
Touch the breeze and feel the climate of the times
The air is rich in expectation and warm with hope
You simply won't believe me if I tell you.
Would you assume a dream?
Taste and see that the air is intensely sweet
Do your seneses betray you
Do you believe me now?
I wanted to wake you up
So you would see what I believe
See what the world is
But Fear encircled you so the vision was of blur
Hate accompanied you so the odour was unbearable
Pride persuaded you so doubt had its fill
Oh! If you saw what i still see
Why do you not see
Why not the belief
You know that it’s the
Beginning of the end
When the capital of the United States
Was siege by a gang of protestors
Who was willing to do anything
To get their point across
Which we’ve seen happen in
Other countries, not the U.S.A
It’s the beginning of the end
When senators viciously attacked
Each other, Some took an oath
To protect this country, but found
Themselves involved in beginning of a downfall
The violence sending out shock waves out
Around the world
You know it’s the beginning of the end
When people prefer war instead
Of peace, and no one wants to
Follow an order to help save lives
From a virus that seems to be man made
There are laws in this country
And in life, that you have to
Abide by, because everyone has
To answer to a higher up, no exceptions
You know it’s the beginning of the end
When your thoughts and opinions
Even your freedom of speech is challenged
Also your right to vote
With that being said
When another country can try
To dictate what happens in
Your country, is an ending
From all that has happen
This country will never be the same
Let's pray
Nothing
Nothing is lovelier than planet earth
Bar the moon and silvery stars above
Earth is our homeland and we’re free to roam
This gift made for us with the hands of love.
When sun’s slipping into the horizon
A glorious golden glow meets the eye
I'm positive I've seen what I believe
Is a vision of paradise in sky.
Nothing’s as precious as life that God gives
To you and to me, to the birds on wings
All creatures that grace this wonderful world
Trees and flora in divine colourings.
We're given daylight to view all the sights
Of many magnificent scenes we’re blessed
Dark for peaceful tranquility of night
When the weary world and its people rest.
Some have the opinion God doesn't exist
Though there's nothing comes from nothing at all
So many wonders in the universe
I believe the Lord made all that enthrals.
Beauty abound can't fail to astound us
It's the miracle maker’s creation
An almighty act of His providence
Nothing upon earth’s short of sensation.
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22nd March 2023
Writing Challenge - 'N' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word choice no.5 - nothing
On October 04, 2020 I turned sixty six years young and I still remain a beloved daughter of Jesus Christ, God's only begotten Son. And the best years of my own earthly life, have really only just begun! I don't worry about tomorrow, because God holds the future in the tender loving palms of his hands. I don't worry about yesterday, for I am asking Jesus Christ to forgive all of my unconfessed previous sins. And finely I don't worry about today because, "He's got the whole world in his hands. Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow."
My everlasting destiny is resting securely in the hands of the man from Galilee. Jesus Christ is the Son of God and the Son of Man. My ticket has already been punched, my fee of admission has already been paid. It didn't cost me anything, but it costs Him everything! God gave me his best, His only begotten Son. "Whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life."
Because I have freely given him my golden keys to unlock my heart's door, what wonderful blessings I have awaiting me in store. And not only to me but to all who believe in Jesus Christ, and have accepted his free gift of everlasting life!
I could buy the stairway to heaven, I could not work or earn my way into heaven. I can not purchase a gift which is already free to everyone including me. I can make it to heaven on my own merits or self worth. I was not saved by my works, but I will be judged and held accountable for them! Why should I store up treasures on earth? When my inheritance is in heavenly places?
I am a registered voter in the State of Washington United States of America, but my real citizenship is in my heavenly paradise! I just a pilgrim passing through, but I still care about my fellow humans and animals! I still try to make this place a better one to live in! By becoming a better person myself, because "I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me!"
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
October 20, 2020
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In
my life
and journey
it seems I am
different people.
Each one, as if possessed
like chapters of a huge book ~
When I think back, I am haunted,
enthralled, charmed, captivated, tearful.
So, many paths and curves in my journey.
**
Need to just open . . . a page of my book
to my childhood days and the deep love.
But, then grieve endured obsessed me,
parts of my childhood madness ~
I was possessed with craze,
but, I lived though it
by writing words
inspired ~
as tears
poured.
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This
woman
of today
is soft, tranquil ~
Embraces the book
is humbled by each page
the journey, story thus far ~
With all the joys, the deaths and love,
all part of this . . . mesmerizing world,
that, I am enraptured and possessed by.
He’s tired of himself sometimes,
tired of always being him,
thinking his thoughts,
feeling as he always does,
negotiating with his desires.
Inherently selfish, he’s nonetheless
not quite dull enough
to constantly overdose on himself
without feeling claustrophobic.
Boredom makes him curious
about the still-unexplored mysteries that lie
just on the other side of his own skin,
beyond the confines of his
unilateral relationship with the world.
He wants to stop his ears to the
lonely, masturbatory soliloquy in his head,
make an opening foray into otherness,
wade into emotions not his own,
thus, unawares, taking the
first faltering step
towards an understanding
greater than himself.
He’s tired of himself sometimes,
and, with any luck,
he may yet find a capacity for love.
Gifted with a tender heart, so pious
Life turned it into an iron core, so capricious!
The Age may be Dark, as said in the Holy Books
Does that make it legitimate to ruin all nooks and crooks!
The Gods can never be jealous of this prowess
Dejected, rather, they try to calm the mess
The evil hanging on the atmosphere
Must be cleared with love, so sincere!
Such ordered the great Seer
With urgency to his most devoted peer
Herculean, a task meant for the pure soul
Breathing with faith, he shall be on that call
Selfish, Egoistic, Materialist, Envy
All cling to my tender heart like poison ivy
Blissful may the world of ignorance
Sinful are its acts shining with radiance!
May the crow bring good news
May the storm gets loose
So that everywhere is cleansed and gleams
With the pure desire of the fairies’ whims!