Prone to error or injury-prone
~ This poor word sure needs to atone
Let’s invite Cousin Mikey to participate.
You want a millstone around your neck?
What are you talking about?
Matthew 18:6, of course.
What is that?
If you lead someone else down this path
of debauchery and sin,
we will be in so much trouble.
Here. Read your Bible. Matthew is in the middle.
My sister throws my confirmation bible to me.
I am not even sure how to FIND Matthew 18:6,
I tell her.
She runs over and flips it a bit. Then hands it
back, pointing to a passage.
I barely read, but I do not want her to know this.
I am her big brother, after all, and she looks up to me.
Okay, I agree, no Mikey.
Let’s invite Cousin Ellen to participate.
She runs off screaming.
At the heart of the gristmill in common
is the millstone:
A matched pair of matched round stones, one over the other.
Below is a bed-stone base, abeyant and prone
Above is the runner whetstone,
honed to grind grain
to grist fine flour.
The bed-stone 'tis convex,
the runner stone 'tis concave,
together they form a grasp cup of hands
channeling the ground grist
out as grain is crushed
and ground to powder flour.
The power of the gristmill
is a treadmill water wheel.
Water in common,
driving a gristmill in common,
to the tragedy of the commons.
They were decapitated
in winter.
To send forth again, fresh,
the green twigs of summer.
Trees of roadside.
My friends, I used to talk
to them in my morning walk.
Once I sat under
a wishing tree for a divine feel.
There were lots of colored threads
tied round the massive trunk.
I wanted to arrive in the neighbourhood
of absurd escapes of a
fake religion.
My footfalls on stairs were becoming
louder, lugging the wasted life.
It was time now.
To understand the deep shadows
of unanswered questions.
Satish Verma
In the middle of this bustling town
There is a piece of heaven, serenely so.
A place where one can relax and sit down
On benches placed there to watch the river flow.
Around this piece of river a park was made
To showcase the waterfall in all it's grace.
White frothy waterfall turns to river of jade.
You will find nowhere more lovely than this place.
The manmade duck ponds, gardens and trails
Are a feature of pride for local towns folk,
But against this river God created... it pales
And often of it, by pen and word, I've spoke.
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