My mind wanders until I pass out from exhaustion.
Ivory dreams that end in disappointment because reality is so bittersweet.
As I float along an 80 proof river my senses become dull with compassion.
Fantasy is cheap. Reality is expensive.
Father Of Lights...
thousands...........
heard You preach
Your love and........
they got so hungry.
Your neverending cherish~~~~
and eternal compassion~~~~~
I don't merit it, loving Father~~~
You ignite hearts
just five loaves.......
and two fish............
Your blessing..........
amazed crowd........
fountain of many....
loaves and fishes...
Your very generous
Heart of Hearts......
such a living miracle
multiplied!~~~~~~
.
Please Advise:
If the Universe posted a submission of my poem six times today ( yours yesterday. Or tmorrow) how best to remedy this situation? Nothing is damaged if two CLiCKS posted the same poem ( on 7 the Jan 2022) multiple times, or is there?
The important point for me is "Do I lose the names or clicks of those on the copies I delete from PS?" There are perhaps 5 copies totalling 48 clucks, the one leading with 17 clucks at this hour. Thanx so much. Shalom shalom (The Universe waves Hi to you: Happy 2022)
MY BEAUTIFUL LETTER MULTIPLIED WITH OTHERS YOU MAKE VERSE- -
You are a letter,
And beautiful you are;
Come together with other, letters;
Beautiful words you form;
You’re a word, in other words…
You’re a poem;
You are, you are verse;
For what it’s worth;
I read of you
I sing of you
You are letter, word a haiku
A love song a sonnet
Beautiful masterful words
You are the letter first
You are a word of course
You’re the beautiful poem everyone quotes
You are a letter,
And beautiful you are;
Come together with other, letters;
Beautiful words you form;
Darling, you’re a word, in other words…
More beautiful you are, you are
Words that rhymes, letters intertwined…
You’re a poem;
My beautiful letter multiplied with other letters you make verse
9/11/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
I had been time travelling for about a thousand years
a step away from the milky way now
(engines overheating) you know
my dachshund Lily,floated by and licked my nose
and did that ear-thing where they curiously flip and
flop the way they do in ice cream commercials
Lily Carmichael #137 neutron product Earth.
Her breeder had assured me her breed was genuine
and she would be a good little dog
but Lily had reproduced herself by jumping
into the halidron multiplier
so now you see, there were seven hundred Lily clones
floating merrily and bumping into everything
fortunately the ship was vast (and could be seen from
The Great Wall of China):
the biggest issue was feeding and following them with a poop bag
as we sped from galaxy to galaxy
this remained a problem until I manafactured enough grub bots
and poop bots to attend to all the Lilies various functions
so... my"Lilies" look cute in their little space suits
and ice cream ears, floating around the master control cabin
near the edge of the known universe
if anyone one needs a good little travel companion
I have six hundred and ninety nine waiting "for a good home"
He's not a romantic guy, still he loves her so.
Sometimes she sits and wonders, why it doesn't show.
One day a dozen roses, delivered Federal Express.
A gift to ease her sadness, she held them to her chest.
Thinking through their life, the things that he has done.
His loving gifts of service, she places a rose on every one.
All the hours that he works, the times he is away.
Providing for their needs, he works hard to earn his pay.
The things around the house, that he takes time to repair.
Not the thing of romance, yet each one shows he cares.
The roses have multiplied, by all that he has done.
She sheds a tear of thankfulness, she is his special one.
Nothing Multiplied By Infinity.
That's my interpretation of death, plain and simply.
If you find yourself able to do just one good deed
You may find that you have planted a little seed
Your deed may make someone have a brighter day
And make you feel better too, in a special way
Now, if sometime soon that deed gets passed along
Tomorrow the world may just sing a brighter song
Most change comes in steps that seem so slow
From just one good deed, many more might grow.....
for the Good Deed contest...