English landscape painter Frederick Richard Lee
focused on places like Devon and Scotland primarily.
Animals might be added to pastoral scenes by a peer.
Main collaborators were Cooper and Edwin Landseer.
When GOD created Adam,
He designed him to live
forever. Yes. Eternal life.
What changed that plan?
Evil was introduced to Eve
Via Satan by way of the serpent.
Desire for knowledge
was Eve's temptation.
Immediately after disobedience,
Death came, voiding eternal life.
Eve was irresponsible, but in GOD'S
Eyes, Adam was primarily responsible.
So when GOD came calling, He questioned
Adam first.
Mankind's spiritual DNA was doomed
that very day, and universal negative
consequences came into play.
Total depravity prevailed;
100% death was the result;
And Satan became the god of this world.
Written: May 25, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Silent One
2nd place contest winner
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Quote: "Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.” — By Rumi ( With my honest wishes of a long and healthy life— Very Happy Birthday.
The moon still glows—an alabaster flame,
memory’s mirror, never the same.
Spume drifts, shimmering and bright,
not shadowy, but limpid light.
You watch sunsets and softly muse—
Do you fade, or do you fuse?
Their shades shroud loss and gain,
a peculiar parity of pleasure and pain.
Lessons grasped don’t be acrimonious,
regrets mollified primarily harmonious.
Time’s conundrum teaches clear—
Delicate days are a deep fear.
To your tender time, you’d tell and attire,
Beware quixotry, yet seize the desire.
Do not anathemize your fall—
Failure’s anodyne heals all.
Though tristful shadows at times prowl,
still you liaise with joy, still you howl.
Twilight or dawn, the soul’s refrain—
amaranthine light will remain.
As the world is in turmoil with no end in sight
It comes down to the simple that make everything alright
Whether it is in nature or something inside,
the key is to find them waiting, they don't hide
Also gratitude primarily is a way to survive
There are endless things to be grateful for alive
The things we can't control, leave us feeling helpless
But in our own way, we can create happiness
It's not that the bad things suddenly disappear
It's about coping, healing and holding onto life so dear
Heidi Sands
3/4/26
(C)opyright
The need to do things escapes me
However, there are things that must be done
I have eliminated dishwashing
Well not entirely
Just wash the one plate and fork
After every meal
Cooking has been modified
Can opener and/or microwave
I only vacuum when the cat complains
The dust “kittens” look like large mice
Fashion wise I have a rotating sequence
Flannel shirts, pants when required,
A sketchy seven o-clock shadow beard
Exercise primarily consists of
Picking up items I have dropped
For mental stimulation
I lose arguments with inanimate objects
And battle with AI “customer service” bots
For excitement I sit by the tracks
Waiting for a train to stir up a poem
One may see puffins and parrots
any hour of the week
both birds bear a big colourful beak
the former pelagic feed on fish
and live in large colonies on coastal cliffs
tho' monogamous collectively breed as a bunch
but with renown as the Atlantic sea clown
in Iceland several are served as lunch
the latter arboreal primarily frugivorous
toco being by far the largest
are opportunistic and occasionally omnivorous
to a few prudes it may seem unseemly or rude
and yet if they stick around they'll later get down
as their chicks are seen to hatch in the nude
these avians may fly high in the sky
have the same such things as two wings and legs
and of each species the female lays eggs
but that's where similarity does stop
one puffin can do more than toucan do
in more or less of a day
after mating its pecker turns grey
and without waiting its bill it will drop
.
but it weren't
'twere thuh white chick
palatal click'n to mine
tramp
or to brad pitt's
he wuz like
10feet
behind me
*A palatal click is a type of click consonant
where the sound is produced by the middle
or back part of the tongue being raised to the
hard palate. It's a sound primarily found in the
languages of southern Africa
TO BEING ON BOARD *
I can remember when
It was blackboards,
Which have been replaced
By their whiteboards;
Loaded with selective
Brainwashing videos:
Primarily coded to entertain
Rather than educate;
Particularly, if you’ve not chosen
Teaching as a labor of love:-
When asked how could I, at 83,
Teach without a whiteboard,
I simply replied that I was
A live retired living blackboard:
Programmed by God’s divine wisdom
And guidance to continue to engage
In a labor of love—teaching and sharing
Inspirational and dedicated problem-solving
Skills to the chosen future liberators:-
underwater misfortune
finding a hidden miracle
in mistakes properly learned from
so used to failure
i crack the codes of the rudiments of reversal
of mistakes properly learned from
i now play chess with life
life always wins because i
have no idea how to play
i move on to going back to
being a veteran amateur
of knowing nothing
the beauty of the mirror
mirror on the wall is
primarily up to me
as i swim up to the
surface of the water for
much needed air, the sperm
whale of life beats me to it
and forces me back down with
the impact of its impact
Off and on life to face some turmoil .
You cannot predict, how long it will last.
being a simple problem or coiled !
You need a tipping balance to adjust.
Proceed with vigorous running dynamic ,
in static stagnant state not to remain
primarily stay enthusiastic ,
yet a tipping balance, you must maintain.
You must always focus on your action
Run or rush or if needed to gallop.
Put full dedication, no objection .
Be alert ! You know when or how to stop !
Promptness is good, but don’t be impulsive
Never cross limits on your performance
Think, analyse and then act decisive.
Work hard, obeying a tipping balance.
Occasionally you may walk tip toe,
sometimes you are compelled to make haste,
yet matters little whether be fast or slow.
Each step demands tipping balance at best.
Spark quickly the rise,
Dilating dark with glitter stars of cats eyes.
A language we sausage use.
Clumsy myths attenuated
With parachutes of feelings mapped;
Syncopated copiously.
A door opening those parts explored, for instance.
Snail trails of shiny slime on wet pavement;
Mirrors looking backwards,
Entwining organs through time.
Primarily another path
That leads me back to you.
Thermal air currents in physics are primarily explained by the Second Law of Thermodynamics which states that heat always flows from a hotter to a colder region, causing the warmer air to rise and cooler air to sink, creating convection currents.
A murmuration
Gliding along on thermals
Starlings ascending
Jesus; he is Christ and he’s what Christmas is about
Jests and silly little jokes, some atheists will tout
Tests on shrouds would later prove a little inconclusive.
Tents would be too public for an imminent exclusive
Rents agreed for stabling when the virgin birth was due
Rants from Joseph, “Who’s this man who laid his hands on you?”
Mants inflict the Scot as statue’s eyes in blood do run
Manta rays glide ’neath the waves, where all life had begun
Santa, flies the skies above till Christmas Eve is done
[Mants = Stammers (primarily Scots)]
My vote matters for the same reasons that I MATTER.
My presence is like life-giving WATER.
My vote is far more than POLITICAL.
Rather, it is the voice of PRINCIPLE.
My right to free speech is clear as the DAY.
It is my right to have my SAY.
My vote is bigger than any MAN.
The success or failure of my nation
Also lies in my HANDS. Yes, the issues
At stake are often hard to UNDERSTAND,
But whatever the challenges to be overcome,
I must believe that I CAN. I can never see
Ahead if my head is buried in the SAND.
I need not be a FAN of whom I cast my vote.
Yes, some things are clouded and have to be discerned.
My vote is not free to anyone; it has to be earned.
It's the principles that count. The candidates may
Not even be worthy of my shouts from the GRANDSTANDS.
So primarily, when I cast my vote, it's the principles that count.
I hope to be primarily
a man who suffers minim'lly.
Furthermore, I would hope to say,
I might improve another's day.
So, I do not harm yours truly,
or hurt other people, unduly.
It's easy now, as an old bloke,
a few decades, and I will croak.
I am single, my son is grown,
and I live by myself alone.
I am happy with who I am.
In that regard, I am a clam.
If my independent son needs help,
he only needs to give a yelp
On the other hand (I just have two),
I might be challenged anew -
one more test for this old rover
would be if my love life's not over...
which could open Pandora's box.
I would have to change my socks.
Then, I'd need to look deep inside,
preventing tears from being cried,
gracefully, swallowing my pride,
my conscience being my guide,
opening up my heart so wide,
being always on her side,
ready and able to turn the tide,
to not into old habits slide,
I would need to clearly decide
to moral principles, abide,
generously I would provide,
faithfully, 'til the day I died...
but geezers rarely take a bride,
and I will take my life in stride.
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