You cannot read their minds.
They hide their true intentions,
Like hunters do in blinds,
Too late for circumventions.
Baited by their chumming,
They boast by saying this,
"You cannot stop what's coming!"
Their assassins did not miss.
Cruel conquest brings them joy.
"Like a lion I raged!"
With their prey they will toy,
With sport they are engaged.
But lost in all this glory,
They fail to understand.
It's God who writes the story-
His responses are preplanned!
What you plot against Him,
While you celebrate your win,
Your win is just the prelim-
He will turn it into ruin!
Better consider the Cross!
Jesus died for gain, not loss.
He mocks their succumbing,
"You cannot stop what's coming!"
Branch made the ax head float
Restored to use, so take note
Elisha's branch points to Him
Branch, the metonymic prelim
A limb grew out of Jesse's root
Beginning as a tender shoot
The shepherd boy became a king
An Ideal Savior - his offspring
David's line in disarray
Branch is born Christmas Day
The Davidic promise found in Him
To save His people from their sin
Repulsive to the natural man
Branch fulfills His Father's plan
Peter and Branch walking on the sea
Reveals the metonymic finale
Raised from the dead to return as King
Branch will accomplish everything
Universal and immensely overwhelming
"Yahweh our righteousness" is coming
Look to Branch in faith to restore
Spiritual refinement and so much more
Cleansed from sin and serving Him
We will share His metonym:
"I am the vine, you are the branches..."
The thought of traveling is inspiring to me.
So many amazing countries I've read about.
Places I've dreamed of visiting and long to see
by plane, rail, or car. Whatever my chosen route.
Excitement begins when my decision is made
as to where I'll go, close to home or far away.
Walking on a beach and watching the sunlight fade.
Perhaps this winter, riding in a one horse sleigh.
Planning the journey is always part of the fun.
Whether I'll be daytripping in Scotland's heather
or the Alps, my travelogue will be finely spun.
When it's time to get away, I have no tether.
I'll pack a bag on an impulse or merest whim.
Destination not always chosen in advance.
I've not thrown a dart at a map as a prelim,
but wherever it lands, I'd find reason to dance.
Artist Arthur Hughes
decided prelim sketces not to use
He followed the style of a mentor
'til wanderlust came to the door
We Never Walk Alone
Miracle Man
January 15, 2022
Often times in life we all need to hear,
the words uttered, “I’m standing beside you.”
Those times when perhaps we're engulfed by fear,
and we’re not exactly sure what to do.
It’s then we turn to a higher power,
believing He’ll make our choices certain.
Jesus should always be man of the hour,
for it’s He who draws our final curtain.
God has a purpose for existing pain,
sometimes it tests our faith and trust in Him.
Placing trust in others will prove in vain,
make this life's fight become Heavens prelim.
She sits silently in contemplation,
immersed in quietude and solitude.
And yet, she's here to voice her frustration
with the church, portraying women as lewd.
God made woman subservient to man,
or so says church dogma espoused by men.
But she cannot believe it was God's plan
that she be a toy in a man's playpen.
She won't worship a misogynous God,
although her eternal soul exults Him.
And yet, she can't dismiss Him; that's what's odd,
she believes that her life's but a prelim.
The bible condemns Eve for Adam's sin,
the demeaning of women lies therein.
(Sonnet)
12/22/2020
Spring, Summer, and Autumn are Her rival,
but they all pale to Winter's arrival.
She is less subtle than the other three,
so shelter's a matter of survival.
Jack Frost is tethered to Her every whim
and She enjoys exclusive use of him.
She's fond of the art that He chisels on
windowpanes, though frost is but a prelim.
Winter's an artist; freezing flakes of snow,
She sculpts an iceberg archipelago.
She is a master of frozen beauty,
and a heartless generalissimo.
I saw a few tumbling snowflakes today,
harbingers of many more on their way.
For it's getting below freezing outside,
and the children have gone inside to play.
Suddenly, the sky is feathered with flakes
of confetti; Winter won the sweepstakes.
And when Her season becomes official,
She'll rule over all lands, rivers, and lakes.
(Rubaiyat)
Nov. 16, 2018
Engineered for perfection,
genetically enhanced
A new model of cloned humans,
so technologically advanced
They make real humans obsolete
So you try to pass in this new brave world,
get yourself a full scan genome work up
All of the prelim specs indicate
you got what it takes ... the right mix to integrate
into the clone collective
Go trade your hereditary flaws in,
get a cloned new epidermal blend
Get the lab factory body parts,
guaranteed not to let cancer
start cellular growth from within
You also get a positronic neural network feed,
the latest in gen eng computer mapped memory
Natural birth humans are now an oddity
It’s all now a different world,
than the one you came from 120 years ago
Real humans live off the grid,
but they never can hide for long ...
their true age do always show
The tree's up, yet it’s not looking so prim
its needles all shriveling and dying,
so this Christmas is feeling kinda grim.
The cat destroyed the decorative trim,
she says she didn’t, but I know she’s lying,
the tree's up, yet it’s not looking so prim
The kid’s socks make the house smell like a gym,
the cat fouled the tree and my wife's crying,
so this Christmas is feeling kinda grim.
Cat got the turkey so pickings are slim
she just lays around hacking and sighing,
the tree's up, yet it’s not looking so prim
Wild winter winds are only a prelim
to a coming blizzard with snow flying,
so this Christmas is feeling kinda grim.
I got up to check the lights on a whim
and found the cat chewed cord was near frying.
The tree's up, yet it’s not looking so prim
so this Christmas is feeling kinda grim.
(Villanelle)
11/14/2015
Beneath the white veil, I lie with waiting arms to greet your kiss
Starlight eyes to see the goodness and serenity of thy lips
I feel softness upon my silky sonnet skin
With love felt in my soul, My spirit feels you within
Beneath the white veil, I feel each touch
I know its true love with each fragile delicate smile
Radiant floral plumes lay in hearts tile
I feel each prelim kiss
Cascading lumious rain falls gently pons' my temple
Misty beaches fill my whole being
My hearts choice
My bright sunset sacred vows
Beneath the white veil, I await to be your loving one
To feel you near, to be at your side
I'll be seeing you in all familiar places
Angels tears hover still solace in the soul
Blessing the opaque kiss
Amongst the winds each touch , I feel in each twilight
Sketched in painted horizon aspiring lights
Angels tears shelter my being
priceless showered lights seen
Prelim the kiss,delicate erodes sing
Azure tokens dressed in satin time, each chimes ring
Beautiful lace beings , auras keepsakes worn
Soothing in souls kiss each page not torn
Celestial kaleidoscopes whimpering peace
Joys smiled in each heart borrowed woven's , within each
Sapphires treasured tranquility written in silvery sands
Gliding in each vesper Mena
Music betwixt in leaflets borne 'where do the , armed warriors lithe
Adamantine lace strewn, all rainbows seek his will
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