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My Adoration to Archangel Uriel
Oh Archangel Uriel, receive my adoration!
Thou who are acknowledged as “Ambassador of Peace”
Bring upon me a delivering & forgiving soul free of malice
Illuminate me with God's purple ray of serenity
Be my placid pacifier when the world is troubling me
With your tranquil torch, enlighten me when my heart & mind are vexed
From the Tatra Mountains, come to me when I am perplexed!
-03/06/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Angels Collection
Congratulations to you both on your son’s absurdly early acceptance to Yale
For he has succeeded where so many others fail
Just so you know in advance, he can bring his favorite bottle with him
disposable diapers, pacifier, and for the brand-new campus sandbox
~ Don't forget to pack his bucket and pail!
Autumn
A northwest breeze gently caresses my face,
and nine days linger until first day of fall.
Each change of seasons I readily embrace,
I see cascading leaves and hear Geese that call.
winter
Then comes winter with it’s seasonal blast,
when often, tree branches, wear winter attire.
Frequently this season leaves me downcast,
but the smouldering fire becomes my pacifier.
spring
Then buds sprout and grass begins to green,
spring always brings with it new birth.
I watch songbirds as they sing and preen,
and plant things that grow in God’s rich earth.
Summer
Summer is the season of some harsh extremes,
a sweltering heat index often affects my inhaling.
It conjures up my visions of rippling streams,
each season becomes a portrait God’s unveiling.
Write Eleven Beautiful Lines Poetry Contest
Constance La France
"A rush of excitement fills the air as their maiden voyage comes to a climax."
By author
Up in the sky, baby seagulls leave the crib
Taking virgin wings to the blue skies and puffs of clouds
The siblings' baby steps come without a rattle
Only a blanket of wind at their backs
As they glide from their playbox in search of silver
Below, they see their mother lode
A pacifier, a fishermen's boat netting jumping sardines
Together, the seagulls fall from their highchair
And dive towards their food chain
That they'll hang on their dinner table with all the silverware
With their catches, the seagulls return home with their calling
Thinking about Nevermind!
Skinny dipping soaked in bleach, albino by design
Eyes burning, -Something in the way- future gives a sign
No pacifier needed, when remuneration’s on the line
Keep calm it’s just rehearsal, will sink lower another time
Born too soon, umbilical’s frayed by a toothless bite
Lure instills urge to swim, bypassing baptismal rite
-Come as you are- take a breath, be sure to stay airtight
Nevermind the grunge, it’s less dirty with a soul of white
Zero in on bait, the watermark hides a sell by date
Perhaps-stay away- not much change at going rate
Don’t lose sight of legal tender, it won’t always sate
Take a breather, rest assured, if lungs don’t reinflate
Swimming in circles chasing what is never truly ours
Set in ripples, a reflection of mankind’s weakest hour ?
The dollar breaks, revealing depths we’ve yet to scour
In the murk, no god we trust, just a bill we all empower
October 20 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Mark 15-16
Key Verse – Mark 15:39 And when the centurion, which stood over against him, saw that he so cried out, and gave up the ghost, he said, Truly this man was the Son of God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR SHOWING US
TRULY HIS OMNIPOTENCE
Praise be to God for showing us
truly His omnipotence as our:
Proven power-Performer
Pleasant pasture-Provider
Peaceful protector-Pacifier
Prodding progress-Pursuer
Productive prosperity-Propeller
Mark 16:20 Praise be to the Lord for
His resurrection that manifests His:
Victorious greatness against death
Virtuous goodness against destruction
Valuable graciousness for our deliverance
Vibrant grandeur along His glowing dominion
Visible governance over despair and discouragement
Mark 16:20 Praise be to the Saviour for
working with us:
Counselling us with His wisdom
Confirming His Word along our walk
Counting on our commitment in His will
Charging us to watch against worldliness
Commending our worship by His worthiness. Amen!
October 20, 2024
I was like a toddler at one time
Your love a pacifier in my mind
Making me feel like a fragrant black rose
But flowers eventually die we know
I was like a fish in the sea
Waiting anticipating you catching me
Then I saw the whale swim by
Decided I was to small to hook that guy
I was like a windy blue breeze
Waiting for you to inhale me
Why I’d dance despite two left feet
Then I discovered by chance why I’m unique
If I were in the Song of Solomon
I’d feel I belong to the olive man
But I’m here and you are not
I’ll give you my tears and my heart to God
Grief
Trauma and loss, a child has died
That never goes away …don't even try
It's in every room,every breath,every step you take
When Your asleep and when your awake
Sometimes it is sneaky
It will hide behind doors
Or inside old boxes you never opened before
A smell of formula still clings to his shirt
An old pacifier covered in dust and in dirt
Griefs’ favorite place to hide and surprise?
when you go to bed and just close your eyes
His face will appear,the smile he wore
For just a few weeks,a few weeks before
Or in dreams he cries and you look and listen but he's never there… you just missed him.
It's in your husband's face,the look in his eye, when you believe it's your fault he died
Never spoken out loud or even whispered but you see in their eyes,such guilt that look stirs
Those days are misty… like fog over the lake
It hides in there too just waiting to break
For it blows the fog away when you least expect it and pieces are revealed, bit by bit…it's cruel and its vicious this grief and this pain
And I'll never live a day without it again.
I'm so tired of hearing that old cliche' ~
"It's water under the bridge," let it go.
Those words are never the right thing to say
when I'm already feeling kinda low
What if water under the bridge dries up
and can't carry my mistakes out to sea?
To forgiveness should I raise a full cup?
What cliche will I hear to comfort me?
"To err is human, to forgive, Divine"
Yet another cliche' in stark contrast
Self forgiveness often takes much more time
Only changing the future, not the past
Burning bridges is like playing with fire
All too often it leads to getting burned
Wisdom is the greatest pacifier
Cliche's are the lessons others have learned
Daniel Turner and Jenna Logan
I'm so tired of hearing that old cliche' ~
"It's water under the bridge," let it go.
Those words are never the right thing to say
when I'm already feeling kinda low
What if water under the bridge dries up
and can't carry my mistakes out to sea?
To forgiveness should I raise a full cup?
What cliche will I hear to comfort me?
"To err is human, to forgive, Divine"
Yet another cliche' in stark contrast
Self forgiveness often takes much more time
Only changing the future, not the past
Burning bridges is like playing with fire
All too often it leads to getting burned
Wisdom is the greatest pacifier
Cliche's are the lessons others have learned
Written with Daniel Turner ~ Hands shaken in friendship
I try to be humble
when it comes to evaluating poetry,
reminding myself, that my penned gems
may seem paste to others – addicted
to cuneiform glitter, my mining deeply within
our shared reality tunnels sometimes left mere holes
for better landscapers forced to fill in – the dirt
I scatter to the surface,
the rocks, thousands of years' old boulders
pulverized for dear expediency, justifying actions by
use of strong verbs and a lot of campie adjectives –
the new normal, I am told, nouns are fluid...
I guess, the rain piss, and the sun an insidious thirst
for those shunning government sanctioned kool-aid
to drink, like myself, finding shelter in the holes we
have dug for self and others, calling them natural
abodes, or bypass for an earth
desperately in need of new moral
arteries – Well...having belittled who
I am and what I do, for me, my pen yet lingers
a rod and staff of sorts, a pacifier habitually in search
of divine nipples....
I've had a phone on me since I was eight
It was my pacifier for with it I'd drift to sleep
Amidst the pain that I was in
Cause it helped escape my reality
I had a phone on me since I was eight
Cause mum couldn't always keep up with my energy
And because I moved alot, one hospital to another
Phone was the only thing contant other than pain
This made me stick to games and I got better at it
I liked the challenge it always brought to me
It was like despite the obstacle
I'd make my share of mistakes and find my way
It was my peace of mind away from sanity
Cause when you confined in four gloomy walls
Your thoughts tend to be caged
And the cagy feel makes you become wild
If I'd have gotten a community like this back then
Where I could channel my thoughts and frustrations
I'm sure by now I'd heal faster
Cause skin won't have grown over the fresh old wounds
Thats why I make the most of this platform
Knowing that maybe through my words
Someone can have hope that things can get better
Cause if I did, certainly you can too just look for the light within
The PO£T
Read the room and wind your scrawny neck in, Mr Putin
Mark my words, the West are gonna stick their size ten boot in
No-one here has fallen for your good-for-nothing plan
So pop your pacifier in and get back in your pram
Heed the world, the Bulldog and the mighty Uncle Sam
We’ve seen through your bravado, it’s all arrogance and sham
You brag about your weaponry to stifle our rebukes
But you won’t get your way by simply mentioning your nukes
For that's some twisted logic just to get what you desire
When if you blow the place apart and set its bones on fire
The only prize that you will win, as far as I can see
Is a massive crater where your hopes once used to be
There’s bullets with your name on, any one could leave you dead
Should a sniper plant one in the middle of your head
Perhaps a comrade soon will smear your door knob in the night
But read my lips you cretin, it ain’t gonna be Marmite
There is another option that you could attempt of course
Which is whipping off your shirt and then cavorting on a horse
You tried that once before and looked a proper numpty then
I have to say you’re looking like a numpty once again
lest we forget angels
lifting up
the fallen child,
the one within
the rocking carriage.
thumb-sucker delicacies,
in fetal position,
cosseted by wings
of a fan, blowing
away the neonatal blanket.
lest we forget angels
just out of reach,
palms up,
waiting for baby steps.
down on your knees,
back on the stairs, descending
a lofty set, just a few.
you turn
and stare.
how’d you jump
from the ledge,
when shorter to the ground?
now if you leap,
you’ll need replacement parts.
just staring at the carpeted steps
might do the same.
lean on the angels
like a cane. they pluck out
your pacifier, perhaps
a set of teeth, stained
with coffee and berries.
your very best haloes,
fiery rings,
you must pass through -
wisdom flames
of black and blue.
lest we forget angels
from birth to steps of death.
they have to work
with frailty, scratching
their perfect heads,
but always…ALWays
trusting God,
thanking him.
lest we forget angels
whose eyes sees God.
our guardians of home -
one we leave behind,
one where we belong.
7/25/2021
Spotless lady bugs parade out of the envelope
We have never seen anything like this
Where did you order this stuff? My husband asks.
The return label says China
The bugs keep marching steadily toward us.
They are now on the recliner, the counter, the baby’s pacifier.
Just be glad they are not bats, I say quietly
As one enters my mouth.
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