Cold and warm faces, ancient and modern people wear
Curious of everyone's weakness they swear
Not for the immortal goddess Aphrodite
Impenetrable even by the so called "kryptonite"
Her power lies on her undergarment
nobody ever knew... it's her underwear!
September rolls around and school doors open ~
the end of summer loudly declared.
The weather turns on us
and we get back to the business of daily grind.
The stars nestle in the corner, beside the plump moon,
Disturbed by the sheet of inky blackness being pulled unhurriedly across the expansive sky.
The days are growing shorter, the temperature feels a little colder.
The trees are dancing amicably, a sea of red and gold leaves pirouetting towards the waiting floor.
In lively pockets throughout the globe, a festival is occurring.
One which encourages the unity of several religions;
Hinduism, Jainism, Sikhism and Buddhism too.
For five days, celebrations are rife, differing slightly, but following the same theme.
Dhanteras comes first; cleaning rituals commence, gold items must be bought,
Then comes Naraka Chaturdashi, pray for ancestral souls.
Third, is Lakshmi Puja, when the diyas are lit, clay lamps filled with oil
Allowed to burn brightly through the full moon,
Their presence an honour towards Lakshmi, bringing wealth.
Fourth is Govardhan Puja, religious ceremonies are performed.
Finally, Bhai Dooj celebrates the bond between siblings, unbreakable through strength.
Every Autumn, Diwali arrives, with colours so vibrant,
The peace and unity it creates, an inspiration to all.
One moment warmly expressed.
Next, coldly hushed up.
So does memory at last
That, Time-bound, pack in.
Pages of life having turned
As one book so lies.
A hard cover! Author's name
In gold lettering.
Production sessions of non-brewed soy sauce last just days with chemicals.
The darker colour is brewed for longer, and wheat is present in shoyu.
Weeks, not months, of brewing make it jiangyou —
Dark with molasses or some sugar.
I grip the Thin Boy bottle like un guidon,
Guide it to fried rice,
Finger over the under cap hole
To ensure no more comes out than nice.
Un guidon is French for handlebars.
If I could only have soy sauce or cycling,
I would certainly soylect.
890.
10 Meron si Jose Radin 10:
Edge Over the Others
Si Jose Radin ay may "Edge Over the Others"
Merong Quality that Matters
Isang dekalidad na Graduate ng UP
Hindi basta-basta, indi maasi-asi
Isang dekalidad na Empleyado
Kahit maliit ang sweldo
Siya ay maaasahan
Nariyan kapag kinakailangan
Sa mga trabaho may ambag na malaki
Salamat sa Dios na Almighty.
-10/10/2025
(Dumarao)
*10 Meron si Jose Radin
Over the hill what does those words mean
Are we no use to those around
Or are we building another's dream
To help them have a life quite sound
Are we no use to those around
Only if our wisdom seeds have no bed
To help them have a life quite sound
Instead of one that's filled with dread
Only if our wisdom seeds have no bed
Will we be without a harvest
Instead of one that's filled with dread
I want a life that will find rest
Will we be without a harvest
Or will you reap eternally
I want a life that will find rest
When I have been all I can be
Now will you reap eternally
Or are we building another's dreams
When I have been all I can be
Over the hill what does those words mean
No longer do i seek
divination through
antiquated sorcery,
Nor supplicate to nebulous
spirits in clandestine
reverie.
I renounce the esoteric, the
obfuscatory, the occulted
night,
For I have found an
effulgent, benedictory,
convenantal light.
My soul rejects
thaumaturgical illusions and
superstitious chains,
And clings to the
transcendent, the
veracious, where true
freedom reigns.
No hex, no sigil, no arcane
nomenclature can compare,
To the omnipotent grace
that answers every
whispered prayer.
Let the ephemeral
glamorous of witchcraft
dissipate,
I walk now in sanctification-
redeemed, restored, and
consecrate.
a leafless branch with me
but that's not what God did see
God spoke over me
of me He poured into
God spoke over me
now restored and renewed
for I'm a branch on His tree
a limb poised for prosperity
God spoke over me
of me He poured into
God spoke over me
now restored and renewed
fruitful purposeful
I longed to be
saturated with godly abundancy
pruned fine-tuned
precise in Christ
ready to be filled
In this new life
A leafless branch was me
but that's not what God did see
God spoke over me
of me He poured into
God spoke over me
now restored and renewed
a new creation in Christ
living an abundant Life
God spoke over me
of me He poured into
God spoke over me
now restored and renewed
God spoke over me
of me He poured into
God spoke over me
I'm now restored and renewed
September is busting out all over,
leaves with pretty colors,
fill the cool air.
A new sweater for the cool morning air,
will keep me warm as I pick up pretty leaves over and over.
I love the red and orange colors.
Birds of many colors,
are singing as they are flying through the air,
they keep going to the bird feeder many times over.
September will be over with new colors to fill the winter's air.
Gathering fantasies over here
Dog day stories having much cheer
Berries get loving stomp
Barbera wine we want
Arming our heart feeling cupid's spear
Contest: Five Perspectives
Sponsor: Margaritas Lillico
Poem written: 090126
Red wagons, tricyles, electric trains.
Off to school exploring my brain.
Reading, writing, arithmatic each day.
But at 5, it was much ado about play.
New school, new teachers, new classes.
Honor rolls, lots of books, good grades.
15, working hard, covering all the bases.
New friends; so many different faces.
By 30, 2 kids and married for 8 years.
A time in life when fears and tears are real;
Life of dealing with mortgages and car deals.
A youth pastor, helping kids learn how to live.
When turning 50 and leaving 49 years behind,
We slowly learn to make the new step of time.
We are concerned with 401k's and retirement.
Spoken words are fine, but we want them in print.
By 70, I had resided in four different states.
I felt great, having neither head nor heart aches.
It was in 2019 when I attended my first NFL game.
Doctors, clinics, hospitals; mostly for exams.
The sun hangs low on familiar streets,
Golden light on memories sweet.
Laughter echoes through the evening air,
A season of freedom beyond compare.
This summer feels different, caught in between,
Not quite who I was, not yet what I’ll be.
A suitcase waits by my bedroom door,
Filled with dreams and so much more.
There are tears for the friends I’ll leave behind,
And excitement for the future I hope to find.
New roads, new faces, and skies unknown,
A chance to discover a life of my own.
As autumn paints the trees in gold,
I’ll carry the stories my hometown told.
Though change may come with a bittersweet call,
I’ll step forward with courage into the fall.
When my time comes to die
I desire neither heaven or hell
I seek to peacefully drift off
Slumbering in that eternal spell
Dreaming only the most pleasant dreams
No nightmares as my life seems to be
I don't want any type of judgement
Too many have laid theirs on me
I have gone on to more peaceful things
That's all I want my tombstone to read
No more worries and no more regrets
That eternal rest is all that I need
Many ponder the purpose of life
I question the reason for my birth
I've disappointed everyone I love
There's the proof my life has no worth
I've hated my parents for having me
And despised the fact that I was born
I've done nothing but disgrace my parents
Leaving them beyond tired and worn
If I could do it all over again
I would never have been born
Then I'd never see my mother cry
When I left her heart ripped and torn
I'm taking over this world what is trying to trap me.im taking over this world so that my mentality can be free I'm trying to take over my anxiety so I can explore this galaxy and I'm taking over of all the people with so much negativity I'm taking over this world so some day we can all live with unity and the levels through my life is starting to look a lot like an elevator constantly going up and down and every floor and brought a different moment in that time always feeling like there's never enough mind space for more motivation striding to anything better than what it's always bin
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