Free formed American letters
Aisled constitution
Assent
Report
Confer
Signature of alphabet.
Legislation
Derivative of signatures
Posthaste
Carriage
Distribution of wages
Post War Conference
Numerical Assignments concur
Exchange of freedom
Mandated registration for return
Postmaster
Post mastered
Door frame
Hearth
Circulation of the times
Of America
Objective as Coordinate
Fathers are familiar with their children
Attitudes of responsility are mandated
Teaching is best learned from modeling
Heaven painted perfect fatherhood pictures
Every action and word should be weighed
Respect can be demanded when earned
Heroes of children should be their parents
Offering prayers for our children is a must
Obligations to kids should never be a chore
Dedicated fathering is to train and give our best
Registered voices polled
election tide Red
getting their collective way.
Reaping, now what they sowed.
Excited delirium mandated
targets, tariff topping. Tempted
serendipity. Look at you now
Confined potential.
Reinforced by “they”.
We dream endlessly,
And inside clocks.
Like God whispered infinity into a loop.
Malleable futures
Mandated into walls and calendars.
Gear is stuck in reverse.
And it beeps when I put it in drive.
Soft socks
And quiet footsteps—
I float past the plagiarism
To find the hook with diamond bait,
The fish with golden gills.
A treasure untouched.
Upon first entering, there's a picture of a lion sitting, staring, and scrutinizing all who enter.
Next, your eyes are drawn to a beautiful picture of a white house backed
by trees and embroidered with a myriad of eye-catching flowers. As you
take a seat at the dinning table, a painting on the wall greets you with
power and solemnity. It's a lion's head, cheek to cheek with the head of
Christ crowned with thorns. Near the fire place, a much smaller and less
colorful picture hangs. It's a picture of my grandmother sitting in a
wheel chair with hospital tags still on her wrist. She smiles with no sign
of care as a great grandson leans over her shoulder. Next to the front door
hangs a picture of, not suggestions, but the 10 commandments.
If it were mandated that only one picture could remain, grandma's picture
wins hands down. You see, it was grandma who shielded and protected me;
who comforted and reassured me, loving me unconditionally. Yes, it's grandma.
My final answer.
Approach of Wind, it chills
in a particular way.
Unexplainable, how it carries in competing tandem,
of unknown elements brought into the arena, bare.
Doctor's bag opened of winds,
surgical biopsy underway,
in new mandated trailways.
Membraned channels of envelope streams
holds aloft vapors of vial serums,
like a bassinet with black wings.
Intheorium sends it's postage.
It soothes the Cesarean Earth in her pangs,
for mankind's evil is great. How can it stand to be.
So he sends them a strong delusion
so that they may believe a lie.
Armies shall pillage the Family and
upend the carts in the Marketplace.
Souls shall be scattered to the four winds, looking desperately for a compass
that can find the head.
Delivery, once slow, has increased exponentially.
Magma rivers will haunt the landsape like lions,
Nemian.
Great forges looking for gold to smelt into idols of Pompeii.
For he shall stand in his Pomp in the Temple,
then sit, as if he is God.
For nearly 40 years,
Much of Sid's environs were golden hues
and browns that are common in Fall.
Some of nature's best photographs become
so common as to be taken for granted.
The sky was still blue and the trees were GREEN,
filled with fruits and nuts enough to feed the world.
Nevertheless, Sid's once GREEN lawn had become a brown one.
The Western drought had taken its toll. All properties were
getting water meters coupled with mandated watering days.
And Sid had become accustomed to the look of summer brown.
Sid could not forget the day he set his eyes on a
picture of GREEN grass sent from 2,000 miles away.
He stared at nature's beauty and was aghast, taken aback,
and mesmerized by a GREEN unseen by him in many a year.
The best of mortal artists could not have painted GREEN
as arresting, captivating, and overwhelmingly beautiful.
the head of the counselors resigned the second day of school.
We are congregating for our first meeting without a leader.
They give us a room without chairs or tables.
We were instructed to bring laptops and manuals.
I brought a notebook and a pen, knowing I will write poetry.
We are counselors, we are flexible someone says as they line us up.
No worries. No problems.
I sit down and begin to write.
Someone says “don’t get comfortable, we are moving tables.”
She is new, feels like she is in charge.
I get up and find a corner chair.
The room is coming together slowly.
Gospel music is played.
Goody.
I have been in this district seventeen years.
This is a redundant yearly seminar, but mandated.
The first thing the head says is
“Don’t worry about bringing laptops or manuals.”
She is the one who had emailed us all to bring them.
I grin.
Because I had figured out that already.
Same oh same oh.
She arrived at 3pm on the dot
coming anywhere other than Greater Manchester
her northern accent was hard to decipher
She could recognise a meter oak
but had no time for Robinas
She enquired why guys were into figures
after i mentioned my SL120 record player
She was fiercely Red/ Green
believing in mandated proportional representation
She had a German Granny
and could understand, but not speak Deutsch
She could only thank me for a chat
not wishing for a relationship
my efforts thwarted
no green shoots
*Image of Aesteticness by Pixabay.
Boxed Souper
"I now wish I had your eyes...it wasn't yours, it never was." By the poet.
Still...
There have been a few too many,
I take into account,
those flatteries, good and plenty,
...that spurt, I do not doubt.
Cause and effect make the river stream flow,
Upward or downward and what beats the path,
Pleasant repertoire or a quid pro quo.
High profilers entertain muffled wrath,
Fewer chips on the table, losers throw,
All the same kind face my Royal Flushed--bath.
No contrast chancing with a quill,
few dotes, and left comments.
Nominal spew mandated nil,
hail those righteous contents.
...still!
2023 January 07
RZ & HMS.
We rejoice in the spirit of Christ, remembering the fruit of his spirit, of love, joy, and peace.
We walk in the spirit of Christ, sharing our love and compassion with our neighbors.
In our celebration of the birth of God's only begotten son, we remember the righteous reason for Christ's birth.
Christ was the first creation of God and was there with God when he created the earth and man. In God's order of things, the earth, all living things, and man were to be the reflection of God's glory.
God's token covenant with Noah, was not to destroy the earth with a flood of water again because of the sins of man.
God mandated his only begotten son to come to earth through the house of King David by way of the Virgin Mary's womb.
Christ's purpose was to continue to glorify God and preach the revelation of God's holy and everlasting will.
It is good to be zealous in the significance of the birth of Christ in the offering of our salvation through him with the grace of God.
The keeping of our salvation, we must keep our faith in God.
Inspired by my love for Christ and his holy sacrifice and my love for our Holy Father.
December 17, 2022
Look at our Country,
Divided, male VS female.
They say it's God;
The devil is in the detail.
They have always instilled
We are the weaker sex.
We are treated like a trophy
Or, a household object.
Abortions are illegal,
And no birth control.
A mandated felony,
And our prisons are full.
For some, giving birth,
Means their death.
For a baby not wanted,
She breathes her last breath.
Abortions will happen
Either way.
We are tired of hearing
What you have to say.
I believe the woman takes
Care of your needs.
We have the ,
It SUPERSEDES.
The majority of women can
Get by without a man.
The other way around,
He still has his hand.
We already raise the kids,
You're not much help.
To be with you is like
Swimming through kelp.
All tangled up, you
Have the lead.
Now you force us,
To carry your seed.
You are a dumb ass, you can
See where this is going.
As usual,
Your bad side is showing.
Turbo1904 ?
Big Brother, Is the Rat
Haiku: by Tom
1/11/2022
We’re told get the jab.
Like a Lab Rat, we’ve no say.
Big Brother knows best.
Have had both shots and booster
on advice from my cardiologist.
I wasn’t mandated.
Tom
Another COVID Holiday
in an ever increasing
rate of replanting
the seed was spreading
through the population
a seed so small
as to be microscopic
should remain insignificant
no outward effect dramatic
though COVID’s social influence
global impact near atmospheric
I eagerly wade into holidays
mandated to reduce pollination
vacation disappointingly domestic
unloading washing machine tanglematic
hanging clothes almost robotic
reducing risky situation
we look now
to the years as they’re turning
our mutual recent history
undesired to be re-enduring
we hope upon new calendar
with optimistic collective yearning
for a year of blank pages
devoid of COVID’s social manipulation
HAPPY 2022
may it be kind to us
Well, they’ll mandate ya when you’re in the health department
They’ll mandate ya when you’re in the education department
They’ll mandate ya when you work for the government
They’ll mandate ya when you’re trying to get something to eat
But I would not feel such a bot
ah, everybody must get mandated.
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