Contest: When the toilet paper is
almost gone.
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Although I never reached paniky mode,
I don't recall ever being more traumatized
Than when we were invaded by COVID-19.
Until then, I had never seen empty shelves
In a grocery store. No water; No toilet paper.
There had been a fire crisis in our state
Some years prior to COVID- 19. Tragedy
Struck and burned down the town of Paradise,
Ca., killing 85 people. Perhaps that was when we became more aware of the importance of crisis preparation and being able to calmly move into a crisis mode when or if the situation demanded it.
So when COVID-19 came upon us in 2020,
It seemed that toilet paper was one of the
The most sought after products in the market place. Bottled water and toilet paper flew of the shelves.
When I noticed it, I said to myself,
"No need to fear because my dear wife has
Planned for such a situation". So, I was
Relaxed as I shopped for other things. We
Were a long way from being out of toilet paper.
Future is the most important, it can make us all live in a place that makes us feel well.
Future culture is in your ways, ways you think, you plan, you pray, and move into the future.
Planning the future is very important, it can make all our moments better with each plan.
Planning our dreams, planning our family, planning each meal, all can lead to positive outcomes.
Future of our life is in our hands, it is ours to choose, to lay down all our ideas, to make them grow into reality, they all start with each one of us.
Future is not known, we can only do our best, and work each day to achieve all our dreams.
Future is like a painting, we choose all of the scenes, and plan each picture.
Future is related to the past, the past leaves with memories, with ideas, it gives us feeling that we carry with us each passing year.
For God told us even with our thoughts we can sin, we can make things grow by just dreams and thoughts.
So, plan your future every thought, every dream, make all of our future bright like the sun shining in our mind and heart.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Ode to a Cat
You never ask for the spotlight,
yet the second you walk in, the room belongs to you.
You wear your quiet like a favorite sweater,
reminding me that silence can be incredibly comforting.
You only come for a cuddle when it’s your idea—
and honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.
?That slow, sleepy blink says everything we need to say,
and your rumbling purr patches up the rough edges of my day.
You brush off an argument with a long, dramatic stretch,
tell me exactly how you feel with a flick of your tail,
and look at the morning as if we conquered the night together.
?You ask for so little—just a warm lap, a sunny spot, and trust.
Sitting here with you, I’ve finally figured out
that love doesn't need to shout to be real.
For all your mysterious ways, my friend,
you didn't just move into my house;
you quietly made yourself right at home in my heart.
If I could metamorphosise
Into something cute and furry,
I would change into a kitten,
Affectionate and purry.
I would move into the residence
Of the lady I adore,
Who I believe quite likes me,
But likes pussy cats much more.
She’d let me curl up on her lap
And stroke behind my ears.
I’ve been trying to persuade her
To cuddle me for years.
I would have my meals prepared for me;
Not my favourite chore.
I’m sure I’d soon get used to
Eating on the floor.
But there’s a potential hazard,
I’d not considered yet.
It might be counter-productive
If she took me to the vet!
Under the shadow of the drifting lull
Shapeless shroud, the bright yellow sun
Is an infusion of joy.
It lies in the warm gray sidewalk scene,
Gazing at the sky, still and serene,
Listening to and watching whispering shadows
Move into the heartbeat of the city.
As they ignore its smile, with a flicker of spark
And the dust of the world.
Never calm, but constantly moving,
Sunset closes the day with inviting twilight.
Effortlessly dissolving the view of the dark blue night,
The Floret early spring nectar glides on the wind.
Over weeds that have sprung up.
What if it’s only a nervous breakdown if you bottleneck and bury the emotions that are trying to come through you?
That’s what causes the breakdown.
The resistance to what is,
the stopping of the process before it has an opportunity to move toward realization and resolution. What if something beautiful is actually happening within you,
something that wants to heal and move into full authenticity?
What if this is not a nervous breakdown,
but a nervous break-through,
a profound emotional cleansing,
a dissolution of the false structures that have ruled your life,
a breaking through to a more authentic state of being?
What I want to do is purge you from myself
All of you from all of me
And move into the future, alone
Find a new purpose or
Float aimless without a home
.For eternity
But
If we are tied together in this life
and the next
and the next
and the next
If we were tied together before
In lives past
Through the ancient histories
10,000 times repeated
and repeated
Who am I
To ask you to go on without me?
Who am I
To ask myself to go on without you?
Who am I to ask?
I'm unable to forsake you
Perhaps I can ask myself now
...In this time
Plead with my soul
Persuade my heart to petition my mind
Beg
"Please, forget her."
But you cannot be separated
from the substance of my being.
You are essential.
This time was a failure
It hurts to exist here alone.
It hurts that I cannot be there for you.
It hurts that you don't hold a place for me.
It hurts that you don't see me
recognize me.
The twist of the knife...
Here, in this place, I am an imposter.
The only thing left to do?
Cut this life short
and Wait for you
in the next
I am a push-over
a wren wanted to live in my hair
she is a small bird, so I agreed
there is a nest up there now with four eggs
I cannot shower or bend my head
Restaurants will not let me in
My husband has left me for another woman
Small inconveniences
A monkey asks if he can move into my green backpack
I do not use it in the summer, so I nod my head “yes”.
Because I do not want to sound selfish.
And he asked in a polite way.
He brought his friend, the crocodile, Freddy.
Freddy is lounging across the middle of my bed.
“He does not bite,” the monkey assures me.
My friends do not visit any more but they send me their laundry
Because I am a push-over.
End of ourselves - the start of God’s own way,
Rise from the pits to all He wants us to be.
No more rebellion shall our hearts obey,
But live the life God called us to, set free.
Be a miracle worker, bold and true,
Move into realms where heaven’s light expands.
Shift to the place where ‘Kratos’ breaks through,
And do miracles with anointed hands.
The ‘Dunamis’ already deep in you
Shall come out shining, holy and alive.
For prayers of the righteous still ring true -
Their power makes the impossible survive.
In Jesus’ Name, we rise and do His will,
His feet, His hands, His body - living still.
Driving down the black tongue
Desert highway
Mirages rise
Pools of water on the tarmac
Reflecting even the sky
Suddenly, darkness arises
Flatness on the pale horizon;
No time or purpose to slow down -
It rises, engulps the world
We move into it
It
Moves into us.
It's amazing how much I thought I had healed.
I thought I found safety and happiness,
That I was moving past all the hurt from before.
But it just snuck it's way into this home.
Until every corner was wallpapered in hurt.
Until entering every room felt like walking onto the firing line.
"In the kitchen watch for him throwing dishes,
In the hallway he'll push you down or throw boots at you.
He'll kick the bathroom door down if you lock it but you can hide in the shower at his mom's house because he won't kick her door down.
Avoid the bedroom while he's awake at all costs".
I thought I had gotten better.
That he'd bring me safety.
I thought HE had gotten better.
But I plan my exits in every home we move into,
I try not to let him in-between the door and I,
So I can run when he decides he's angry.
I didn't do anything to deserve this sh*t.
I am kind.
I know I am.
I always try to be, at least.
But he tries to hurt me.
And I try to make peace.
I get it now.
Things aren't better.
And it wasn't because of me.
You’re in your spot again tonight. Although I can’t see you I know you’re there. A cold spot existing near naked firelight, I suppose it’d matter if I actually cared.
Perhaps you blame me for being born. Perhaps I could be wrong. But either way if the intention is to fright you’ll be hanging around so very long!
I’d encourage you to move into the light. Don’t wait until I’m done. There must be something better on the other side, find peace and move along.
But, I see you in your spot again tonight! I suppose I should have known. But know that even when I die, you’ll be standing there alone.
We must have
looked through the same window.
Though we had yet to meet
an image developed
a reality fleshed out
an inevitable coincidence
began to move into place.
Until (only yesterday)
the camera
became a second window for us.
There is a real photograph now-
we are looking into the lens
as if we had always known.
The worst of cures
He had bought a flat in a new apartment bloc still not ready for the buyers, but since it was Sunday, he drove to the building to have a look risky surgery and worried he might live long enough to move into his new home in time
A lift had been installed took it up to the seventh floor, flat looked roomy although it had no floor or windows there was a terrace without railing on the terrace he took in the view, could see the bay and the ocean, the sun warmed his face
Suddenly, he burped, had a blob of something foul in his mouth which spat out in disgust, saw it make a splash on the asphalt that turned green where the blob landed, this caused him to lose balance and without a railing a fatal fall
The obduction showed his body was cancer free
The pay back
The Adelsons, a rich Jewish family in the USA
Gave millions of dollars to Trump with the understanding of let Israelis move into the West Bank as we see the IDF are moving in there
Killing many, trying to dislodge the Palestinians
It appears what the failed to do in Gaza
The military are now brutalizing the local people, which is against the law, that as we know Israel does not respect
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