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Chance At Life

The first time we met was last night 
Feelings flew like rockets in the sky
You were bashful and a little coy
Your cuteness I could never deny

We were all sitting around  one table 
Enjoying the company and our beer 
More people showed up at the table 
You set on my lap whispering in my ear

We were flirting with each other 
Then planning out our future to be 
It started out as fun but it got serious 
Maneuvering life just to be with me 

Throwing all caution to the wind
Together in life we took a chance 
And we will ride this to the end 
Our lives one as long as life grants

Cleaving to Divine Killick

"He will progress toward retrogression..."
Mother's heart defied such prognosis
yet it reverberated, haunting soul
thus, faith cleaved to divine pillar 
toward hope fueling functionality  
surmounting spastic bouts
conquering seizures
then beholding miracles.

Now, milestones radiate
as special child drives himself 
midst freedom bliss
maneuvering wheelchair
likewise taking steps with walker's brace 
vanquishing mother's fear
toward triumph of impossibilities
enabled by the divine anchor.

STEP UP BEYOND

Every step a blessing to climb
Foot by Foot approach
Step by Step at a time
Minute to the hours
Step up
The chosen
Precision Heaven walk
Granted by Courage
Established by Determination
Supported by Faith
Maneuvering through the atmosphere
The target being the kingdom
Guided through the way
Earth being the gateway beyond
Wisdom that follows
Everlasting promise
Pearly Gates Open
Angel’s welcome
Step by Step fulfilled
Granted through the Lord’s acceptance

GREY SOAPBOX SENSATION

Checked it flag
A stand out soapbox
All in grey
Challenger in a race
Speed of competitors
It was fast like a Greyhound Dog
Grey color gets attention
Had to mention
Grey soapbox named “ROADHOG”
As the wheels accelerated more and more
It was definite that the soapbox was going to even the score
Faster Faster and Faster
Maneuvering here and there
The soapbox was beyond compare
Ahead of its time
Throughout the soapbox race
Every competitor was in a chase
Winner to be
A let see
Who will cross the finish line?
You guessed it, the Roadhog being the grey soapbox
Cheers and roars
Undefeated challenger
Winner took all
Soapbox winner call.

UNIVERSAL PRODIGY

     When maneuvering the world circus,
     The strongest human being in the world
       the wisest being in the universe... !
        if he were we would have limbo
      as in fact he is not, we will have hell!

Sexy Chic Classy Cunning Ways

She was a diva, diabolical, destroyer of mirth
Maneuvering her way into men’s hearts
She had sexy, chic, classy cunning ways

she must be dead

a supernatural force must have saved the reckless driver
the Ford she was maneuvering is scrunched in three ways
everyone who saw the auto said “the driver must be dead”
she is not dead
she has hitchhiked home to get the keys to her husband’s truck
she is driving to work in it
I know because this walking talking miracle who survived is me

Cool as a Roly Poly Kid

rolling wall to wall - tumbling down the hall
infamously down the stairs, sans fall.
who can be as cool as a roly poly kid?

the older lady, you can guess who, has to crawl
to make it off the floor, crawling like a babe, new.
she hopes not to stumble on the shadows that fall.

naptime and tea, my buzz, whilst the kid
endlessly tumbles his way through adolescence.
one day, the same fate awaits him as the rest of us.

but now is his time, to aimlessly go head over heels,
not in love yet, just maneuvering like a rolled out rug.
this kid with unfathomable energy until he sleeps.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS WONDROUS WORKS

July 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 111-114

Key Verse – Psalms 111:2 The works of the LORD are great, sought out of all them that have pleasure therein.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS WONDROUS WORKS	

Praise be to God for His wondrous works so:
Great and marvelous
Grand with His might 
Gloriously magnificent
Gracious midst His mercy
Generous along His miracles

Psalms 112:1 Praise be to the Lord for 
letting us delight in His commandments to:
Prosper our souls
Prompt our stewardship
Prop our spiritual strength
Provide our satisfaction-sufficiency
Press us toward sincere servanthood success
 
Psalms 113:7 Praise be to the Saviour for 
raising and lifting us:
Meeting us in our prayers 
Moving us up by His power
Melting our pride with His peace
Maneuvering us through His purpose
Making us productive in His perfect pursuit

Psalms 114:7 Praise be to the Almighty 
for His presence that:
Enables our revival
Empowers our reaching-out
Exposes to us His refreshing restoration
Enlightens us against rebukes and reproofs
Encourages us toward rededication’s rejuvenation. Amen!

July 4, 2024

TALLEYRAND

Silk stocking filled with mud was Talleyrand.
With the future of France held in his hand,
He played kibitzer-informed cards with skill,
Maneuvering a Congress to his will.

There once was a Marquis named Talleyrand,
Who loved ladies and a fine sarabande
Smarts from ladies gained as a teen
Helped him escape the guillotine,
Surviving four regimes as he had planned.

Vested in priestly garb this backslidden Bishop
Chose diplomacy over baptism and hyssop.
Though Talleyrand walked with congenital limp,
He was never known as a diplomatic wimp.

EYES OF THE GREYHOUND BUS

Presence on the road
Headlight in observe
Destinations serve
Skillful hands of the Greyhound Bus Driver
Stretched out Hound dog trademark
Voice of the rolling maneuvering wheels
Onward and precise
Cutting through the times of fog
The Greyhound bus is more than a name and dog
A passenger’s friend
Enriching America within
The Greyhound bus showing the way
Travel in your getaway
Eye always on the road
Lean back and recline
We are all the Greyhound Bus timeline
Feel America up close and one’s dreams explored
Honor and privilege
The Greyhound bus leverage
Masterpiece and motor coach engineer
Each day a preserver
Sunrise to sunset always near
Symbolic
The Greyhound bus far and wide
Bus history with a provide
Travel with care
Eye on the people
Heartfelt love
The Greyhound bus like no other
The thought of a flying Dove
Vision and reflection
Precision
Everlasting approach
Yesterday’s inspiration
Tomorrow a reality
A Greyhound bus rolling in your way
Your chance and opportunity
The getaway

BUS THEORY

The thought of a bus
The ride and comfort
The force of exhaust
Run and chase
Exhaust blown in your face
Wheels maneuvering over the open road
A solid glance of behold
Journeying transit or motor coach
You take the vote
The Driver at the wheel
Road safety for real
The Bus Stop
Destination granted
If there was no bus, there wouldn’t be movement
Buses come and go
That’s the way it is you know
Buses in vintage saw
All one can say is galore
Bus Theory
The concept is ride
What travel provides

Revolution

Suits, smiling & svelte
between
the sunshiny glass,
spinning…

Spinning fast, the Suits
near the speed of light,

cartoonish in fact.

I get caught up
in their whirlwind -

animated by the
out of control
maneuvering.

Caught in the matrix,
I laugh
as my cell rings.

…ready for a revolution
dark glasses intact.

Artificial Intelligence,
its satellite department
on the phone.

I am carried away,
still spinning -
spinning fast,
near the speed of light.

I see you
through Alice’s glass.
You look smart
in your coat and slacks.

Narrow Margin

Sometimes, in uncertain outcomes, as life agitates,
It can sway either way, maneuvering on the edge,
For a difference rather modest, makes the final call,
When a narrow margin determines a win or a loss.

If a win we choose to celebrate, or defeat we deride, 
Prudent to bear in mind, that it wasn’t a landslide;
When results are so close, why not cheer them all,
Cognizant to recognize~ distinction is awfully small.

Slender is the layer between eve’s dusk and twilight,
Between dark of dawn, and luminance of sunrise;
Between safe and danger, there lies a narrow divide,
Where, between cliff and fall, life’s border resides.

Mementos of love embraced, and love sadly repelled,
In albums of beloved, or memories forlorn dwell,
Clamoring from corridors of good or bad choices made,
Between narrow margins of hope, and contours of fate.

O, a narrow margin can be of mighty consequence
Inhabiting elation of success, or anguish of regrets,
When death lingers in the clutches of final moments
Stilled between breath inhaled, and breath exhaled.

Wings Across the Cosmos

   Hurtling through the universe
     wings across the cosmos
   Maneuvering midst galaxies
     his body a joystick

   Experiencing a heady freedom
     like no man before him ... 
   What did he lack ~
     Why return to a broken home

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