Looking at floor plans what to do
dream of building house brand new
Single story now best for me
two bathrooms, bedrooms three
Master suite with nice en suite
large walk-in closet would be neat
Kitchen with window above sink
walk-in pantry nice I think
Living in tornado alley storm shelter to
big living room, a study with walls of blue
Want a utility room tired of laundry in kitchen
Screen in front porch a must to mention
Like a patio with grill for cooking outdoors
not a swimming pool but green house for sure
Dinning room with table big enough for eight
detach garage with the house is it's mate
Want central heating and air
back up window unit stored as spare
Good storage and a dog room please
dog shower and groom station for ease
Fenced in yard with fence high
big dogs jump think one flies
Floor plans are fun to explore and find
got to win lottery to build dream house of mine.
They know better, I know less
So I’m fortunate enough
Not to delve into that mess
PMs, politics and stuff
Show up anytime you can
Dear faithful friends of mine
Tell me of your best laid plans
Speak about your latest finds
If my glass is full, I’d listen
If it’s empty, I may say
Please excuse me for no reason
We’re not friends, at least today..
To start
plum tart
I scream
ice-cream
Please bake
a cake
Pinch, nudge
hot fudge
Oh my
peach pie
Oh man
great flan
Eclair
please share
Warm scone
my own
Sundae
fun day
Parfait
I'll say!
Can't stop
I'll pop!
At the chime
of Father time
if you goof
with mind aloof
slave to fate
plans stalled late
Master will charge
like Madame Defarge.
All my glorious plans for the day
the sun arrives ~ they fade away
I’m unprepared for spring each time
It comes, always abruptly
My plans are dying on the vine
I can’t detail them aptly
I take the clumsiest of ways
Procrastinate and ponder
Why there’s no goal for me to chase
The more I sit and wonder
The less of sense comes out of this
And you can’t be around
To reassure me with a kiss
That it’s just spring abound.
The patience!
The nothing feeling!
The exasperation!
Like a rolled up sleeve that’s wet over nothing.
Anyway…
Like the small tug of air,
Depression with a side of salad, and worse.
Plans that seem coordinated.
But no, they have charisma, they have hopefulness.
Wander off like they do.
They are patient with me.
I don’t live far from the moon at all.
Just don’t have a plan…
To breathe in the dark matter
Plans waste away in squalor.
Alive.
I was once like a side salad.
Got eaten a little bit.
Then really died that day.
My concern for home safety is great.
I would leave in a bad mental state
if I checked things just once,
so I won’t be a dunce.
I’ll check two more times. Shopping can wait!
We'll talk into the night
We'll make plans to make dreams reality
We're blessed to know serenity
Would i do that.? Put the Lord God to the test.. Upon reflection I must think yes.? In
Times i have often tested 'others' humans
Sisters; brothers.. Made with attributes of
God, in His likeness, not in perfection, yet'
Sentient and struggling never thinking it
Odd, here i repent O Lord, bind up any wound.' Of my inflicting.. May we find your
Peace through eternity from here.' Nil
Contradiction.)
I had big plans today
so far, I have accomplished none of them.
I hope to do a better job tomorrow.
Going on a six-hour trip interstate to interstate.
driving from Kansas City to Iowa City to see my twin sister.
The ultimate goal is to celebrate our 73rd birthday together.
I am resting up today, readying myself for this horrific car ride.
Readings on the rise i beleive..In twentytwenty
Five.' More demand for books; reads well to
Me.' May it auger well for society.' I guess Richatd Vobes, will be heartened by this vibe
Long may, all collateral fallout, continue to
Thrive..Let Bibles be bought, to be studied at
Length, that Nations be enriched by their
Diverse appeal to each humans sense.' May
Each message be taken deep.' May they light
Every day.' And refresh each students sleep.'
May admonishnent and encouragement build
A new body of Christ.' Where Gods spell and
His promises, triumph over vice.' Let minds
And bodys live in His One True Love.' As we
Await each challenge.' He observes from near
And above.' Now is the moment.!!! There are
Many to save.' Those who have been brought
To your shores.' Who for the Truth also crave
I see it not as an invasion, yet a harvest to
Reap..May the Word go out to them.' May they
Take it in deep.' They have been brought from
The four corners of the globe.' Be awake and
See.. Now go forth.' And be busy.' God will bring Victory.!!!
Take that chance every chance you get,
fall on your face and then forget,
live your life without regret,
take that chance every chance you get.
More risk by far to never make the run,
and lose your dreams one by one,
and forgetting each until you’re done.
Rather rise and embrace each day,
another step on your chosen way,
there’s no better time than today,
so, rise up and embrace each day.
Take the risk to live your dreams,
life’s too short for less it seems,
make your plans and live your schemes,
and take the risk to live your dreams.
The air slowly fills
with curly pungent wafts of steam
billowing up from a
hot freshly brewed cup of coffee.
Raising the baton to
conduct the dawn chorus
of bird songs and plans
mulled to begin.
I love to see and feel
the ringlet tufts of steam
getting up my nose, blurring and
opening up my eyes,
like a curtain raise,
to conduct the symphony to begin.
The trills and tweets,
chirps and cheeps,
whistles and trills,
caws and chortles,
are all entwined and garnered
in the first sips, of the first cuppa,
taken at wake of day.
The steam and songs
unspool a cotton thread of
memories and reflections,
hopes and fears,
to be weft, warped,
shuffled and shuttled,
through the loom
to weave the coming day.
Where's it told what tomorrow brings
who's in control pulling the strings
it goes to show
we'll never know
who's to say what's around the bend
down the road or at day's end
we'll never know
and so it goes
what's in store for wrong or right
in bright moonlight or on the other side of night
we can wish altho'
we'll never know
tho' we've been making plans
and scheming schemes
since time began
still we're hoping
and dreaming dreams
but until it's history no more mystery
mild or severe
we'll never know 'til time's become
water over the weir
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