George Francis Train
Introduced the tram to England
I introduced microwaving the sausage and bun together
To a not-very-impressed-American
We talked and talked into the night
About opera
How Norma's role was designed
For Giuditta Pasta
The weather cooled and necessitated
A dressing gown
He got up and strolled through the room
Pondering whether to purchase four-hundred pound Glastonbury tickets
At dawn, we'd moved onto chess
He advised, 'You gotta ram the pieces down their throat.'
When will I be invited to a Beverly Hills mansion dinner?
God’s justice necessitated
that my sin debt be paid.
This debt wasn’t something
that I could resolve.
I can still recall,
the simple prayer that I prayed.
I said dear God,
forgive me, a sinner.
Out with the old, in with the new way of doing the same old thing.
Instead of snow, I clear the leaves. I don’t cleave to a resolution.
I don’t revolve around indecision. My natural giddyup takes off, as
the silence of empty-for-years-nest necessitated a sort and toss.
Happy New Year, a choice, when nothing precludes its success,
such as mourning in formal dress. Sneakers suffered from heel to toe,
as the alternative alteration of age - not hip, not on toes, unbendable.
Sixty-four years new, on the eve of ceremonial senior citizenry,
golden leaf revelry. Hold onto what is momentous: kith and kin,
giving in the form of an empathetic and devoted ear to your loved ones, acquaintances, strangers. Wishing you a Happy New Year. This one
begin with wraps and bows, even if the ball drops. Make it your best.
Indiscretions
1962
T.W.
The young man's heart was as a lion,
but his stature somewhat slight.
At times, settlement unknowingly came,
by God's supreme might.
Oft times a conflict necessitated,
his donning of a brass knuckle.
He deemed God's punishment worse,
than any rodeo cowboy's buckle.
“It isn’t the size of the Dog in the fight,
But the size of the fight in the dog.”
Mark Twain
From another tree about 10 feet away, I, a sparrow,
reserved 4 powerful words for an insect in the midst
of developing. She would become a butterfly, but it would
take some time. The insect was not requesting any assistance,
because she knew the cocoon process necessitated her development.
But as I beheld the painful-looking struggle, I wanted to do something.
So, at a distance, I observed with anguish and tied hands.
I had but four heartfelt words for the suffering insect.
My heart ached when I saw her struggling". At first, I thought
there was but one way to relieve my heartache and the insect's
suffering. But as I stepped toward the tree, contemplating taking
matters into my own hands, I, just a sparrow, was reminded by my
Maker that freeing the would-be butterfly from her present pain
would only curtail or even harm her future development.
So, with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes,
I lit on a close by limb and whispered through the cocoon,
"I am helplessly observing, but I FEEL YOUR PAIN".
012323PS
Expected Rudolph since he holds some sway
for pulling Santa's exceptional sleigh
However, Rudy's sore throat
Necessitated Bill Goat
who dined on gifts, burped Happy Holiday!
November 19, 2022
A Fun Holiday Limerick contest
by Tania Kitchin
Can we celebrate, do we have that choice,
to fight against sour momentum and rejoice?
Of course we do - there've been vaccine changes,
hope hangs like fragrance, so let’s be courageous.
Forget anger, forgive old grudges and stop tiring judgments,
catch those old phantoms in the open and sever the attachments.
Stop, drop and roll - this year necessitated endurance -
be honest and transparent, tell children and inform parents:
This year’s celebration will need to be realistic -
but Christmas `21 we’re goin’ BALLISTIC!
Cross In The Center
Written: by Miracle Man
3/15/2019
When Jesus came to me amid my first storm,
I felt assured that nothing was to big for God.
Jesus changed my heart from Icy to warm,
And no longer was I enshrouded by a facade.
During times in life, when waning was hope,
I've been found in paths, dark and uncertain.
Suffering had impaired my ability to cope,
Stolen my peace and stress became it's curtain.
God allowed my storms to find my level of trust,
For only in my weakness would I let Him enter.
Often times, suffering causes thoughts to readjust,
Reestablishing my focus on “the cross in the center.”
Suffering has necessitated new paths to adapt,
My heart needed comfort as I sought for resolve.
Some days negative thoughts had me entrapped,
In giving Jesus my burden, problem was solved.
Philippians 4:13 New King James Version
13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
Hard Time,
The Reward For His Good Time.
By: Tom Wright
1/16/03
It all started innocently enough,
maybe it was peer pressure, or perhaps curiosity.
At any rate, he knew better,
but he didn't think a couple of drugs would be that bad,
for a lot of his friends were doing it.
Kids from good families, some, even church kids.
So when asked, he tried it.
After all, he was a star athlete, and in the "In" crowd.
But little did he know, the things that were to follow.
Prison Boot Camp, made his life most unbearable.
He thought that he would just have a good time,
and ended up doing hard time.
I know of others from his circle of friends,
who also were incarcerated, while others died.
To support his habit, he lied, cheated, and stole.
He destroyed family relationships and now feels alone.
Drugs, necessitated that he go for the easy money,
should have kept his job and family,
which he no longer has.
Funny thing, he thought he could handle it,
but then, I suppose everyone does.
Now, I pray, he sees that Sin is progressive,
always leading to something else.
Sin, took him farther than he wanted to go,
and kept him longer than he wanted to stay.
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I, henceforth, known as the respirer, do
solemnly swear hereafter, to take you in,
in sufficient quantities to ensure
continuation of the flesh's animation.
I additionally, do accede my heretofore,
essential need of your estimable service,
and express my desire to continue our
mutually beneficial, ok, parasitic, relationship
Being, as you are, substantive to well-being,
I wish to publicly, and, without reservation,
acknowledge, my sincere admiration for your
valuable and well known qualities
By any and all conveyances available to stated
respirer, procurement of your services is
to be distributed to every cell of said being
equitably and on an as needed basis until
such time as service is no longer necessitated
I, the aforementioned respirer, do in earnest,
testify to my intent and necessity for
a continual contractual relationship, with you
In short, you breathe life into mine
© Goode Guy 2013-04-26
THE GENEROUS MOTHER EARTH
How generous you are the mother Earth
It is from thee that man was made
You have made man un-thirsty
And your benevolent in giving out of nothing is inexplicable
You feed the worthy and the unworthy
We are till forever indebted to you
To return what thy have taken from thee!
The heaven can never be ungrateful
For the inexplicable water supply
That has made the heaven glamour
That has made the birds of the air gorgeous and flamboyant
They can never fail to pay thee, the last tribute
As to return the expedients taken from thee!
You have continued to bring out valuables
That prompted the regalia of men
That necessitated the pride of plants and flamboyant flowers
That yielded the live of insects and man
They wouldn’t hesitate to vomit explicitly what they have savored
To the generous mother Earth!
‘TURQUOISE-- INTUITIVE PAUSE’
Mixed hues of green and blue- Peace, calm a tranquil view
Retiring from the world at times- a temporary loner paradigm
Refreshing compassion, aquamarine cool—swimming serenity found in the pool
Teal feminine sophistication—intelligent whims of imagination
Open communication between heart and soul—spoken words are seldom whole
An independent and spiritual grounding—Caribbean healing often binding
Tranquillity, beautiful shades of serenity—crucial escape from noise and stupidity
Sequential self-sufficiency necessitated – realms of reality obliterated
Surfing the tides of modern humanity—breakers surging our living profanity
Rushing neglected creative domains—prevailing insanity inescapably remains
Our poise and intuitive shade turquoise—we need to shut down on intolerable noise
Flood out the deluge of untamed insanity—restoring cerulean peace replacing our vanity
When you felt it was time to leave, you absconded
When you wanted things over, it was finished
When you determined to start again, we started
But in the terminal of all things, it was not what I necessitated
I say unto the man
Of all them
Manslayer's
Be not
So quick to be'
Necessitated
And divided up among
The masses'
Fore I say unto thee
Not to be
So forwarded in the Disney
Nor traumatized into
The litney of material
Being
GF
Out of The Dungeon
By Rick Rucker
A Death necessitated my Escape,
But I knew not what to do, on Love’s uncharted Seascape.
Before I met You, my devastation was Utter,
Wallowing around, like a ship with no rudder!
You’re a steady navigator, that much is clear,
Steered me off the Rocks, both far and near.
Now our Voyage of Discovery is coming to port,
I suspect that we will soon have some new jewelry to sport!
I see us giving up the Sea for dry land,
Dancing among friends, to music, hand in hand.
Your Love has made me more than I am,
Calmed my restlessness, made me meek as a lamb!
With You, I can do Impossible things,
Your Love has taught my Heart to grow wings!
There are those that think me quite daft,
I’ve listened to them, then, at them, laughed!
Instead of a wheelhouse, a cottage I see,
A Red door for you, and Love Everlasting for Me!
If others could know that this is no Ruse,
If they could see my Life, it is what they would choose!
Out of the Dungeon, now atop the Mount,
You’re my Abby Faria, I am your Count!
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