you came out of the fog in January
and left after wrecking havoc in november
your face like any unpredictable storm
sometimes gray, sometimes pink at height of your love
my face was gray, it still is
but your arrival was like a flicker on a stormy sea
providing me enough space to open up my wings
only for me to be drowned by your currents
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Gus was a nut-hoarding squirrel obsessed with percussion,
whose tail thumped trees in manic succession.
He woke the whole wood with a clamorous rap~
till oak limbs collapsed mid-acorn-attack!
Gus grinned wild providing rhythmic-induced concussions.
Written by Gail DeBole
On November 8, 2025
Updated on November 11, 2025
REM protectively flows out
Into Cryptic mental fuzziness.
May make no Immediate sense.
May make no sense for a lifetime.
While still providing a
Soft pillow to a
Human soul.
Note: REM (Rapid Eye Movement) is a stage of sleep where your eyes move quickly under your eyelids during which time you typically have vivid dreams.
Wisdom is providing Truth
with the meaning of truth...
What is Truth...
Truth is that which must Be,
it is impossible for Truth
to be anything other than It is...
Is there anything
that is not what it is...
Is there anything that is Not...
So there is nothing that is Not,
all that is, is Truth...
Has Truth ever not been the Truth...
Has there ever been anything that did not exist...
Did I exist before my birth...
You were born from Truth,
before Truth had an explanation,
and after Truth consumed Itself
for your question to have a voice...
J.A.B.
Peace,Hope, love, acceptance of each others differences, a warm home for the unsheltered kids and moms, Christmas trees brightly dressed in holiday lights..
A full table of wonderful warm holiday foods on every families dining room table, no families standing outside in the bitter winters night. Step food shelf full to the brim with supplies of food, supplies for each family in need.
To watch the news and hear only good cheer, stories on how we are all loving one another, blessings of Hallmark Christmas cheer..
Health care affordable for those in need, employment, a paycheck to buy the necessities, affordable rent, The House Of Hope providing shelter for all deserving single moms, a warm bed in which to lay their head, for years to come..
Nothing I wish for my family, only warm blessings for everyone who seeks warmth love, compassion, for thus is My Grown Up Christmas List..
I could wish you all these and more, but more than anything, I wish you Jesus..
I promise to stand firmly by your side, steadfast and sincere, regardless of the obstacles we may encounter on our journey together. In those long, challenging nights when the weight of the day pulls you down, I will be there, holding you closely, providing warmth and solace. There is no distance too great for me to travel just to witness the brilliance of your smile, which illuminates my world and fills my heart with joy. I pledge to uplift your spirits when you find yourself feeling low, offering comfort in your darkest hours to help dissolve your fears and dry your tears. Every moment shared with you is a precious gift, and I cannot imagine a future that does not include you. You have fundamentally changed my life, enriching it with joy and love that I had never known before. Our union feels like destiny, and while our time may seem limited, my devotion to you is everlasting. I ask you to accept this heart as a symbol of the unwavering love I will always cherish for you.
this is darkness looks like, a void
filled with blackness; everything's coiled
a scene, winking yet not annoyed
taking a step into a
grey gates towards world of the
things that never meant to be seen
across the night of an obscene
moonlight, revealing all the sin
once out of the spotlight, but
only if you focus at
black holes looming over above
the outer space containing love
for dead, providing a vast cove
holding what's meant to be gone
give graves for those once human
now an inanimate object
to those which goal's refuse reject
turned to a shooting star, erect
out of tall desperation
you're set out for a mission
perhaps remind the pain, through a
crater over your chest; a bay,
now fade, where you once used to play
along the sands of regret
you let it melt with your sweat
thinking writing of something sweet.
When you go down the hallway of dreams,
Doors opening to the right and left,
There is no choice
Until you decide there is.
So many doors, so many choices,
Each opening into a different world,
Spanning time and places,
From childhood to old age
As well as before and after.
In my hallway lots of doors open into school rooms
And lots into old homes
And old jobs, old wives and young children,
Places never visited, and others apparently
Never left.
I’m sure there are other doors
That lead to dinosaurs, and aliens,
As well as fairy folk and gnomes,
And life forms I have not yet imagined.
It seems to me this hallway stretches on forever
Without a bend or curve
The rooms behind the doors
Providing enough twists and turns.
But this is all just a guess
As the hall remains unlit in my unconscious.
And yet still I know exactly what it looks like
And where all the doors lead...
(10/2/25)
The sun rose that September morn, brightly dim.
The moon waned with tears in the shadow of Muhammad.
Stars scarred by footprints, heavy,
as Allah made the descent,
wings seared from the heat of hate,
hitching rides on freedom flights,
Almighty power clothed butchery of innocents.
What idol worship can move the soul to cogitate
that crumbling skyscrapers thrust so deep
would anesthetize a slumbering giant?
Awaken, arise like the billowing dust permeating blue sky,
ascending to heaven with supplication men dare pray
in places children dare not.
Dawn’s chaste early light reconciles blue-crimson white
with the Ancient of Days’ incarnate flow,
cleansing all unrighteousness,
providing hope of our salvation.
Revenge is Mine.
Justice is ours.
Godspeed.
Let’s roll.
Copyright © 2001 by Mickey Grubb
Abounding blest compassion divinely exudes fulfillment
Toward a flourishing life with peaceful glow
Midst caring and sharing along blessings’ flow
All from the Lord we can enjoy by gracious empowerment.
Granted heavenly ... instilling justice, kindness, loving mercy
Blessings from God multiply with His magnanimous grace
As we utilize them, devoid of greediness-trace
In our gratefulness to utilize resources devoid of complacency.
Nourished optimally, providing quests’ resplendence
Gifts of the Almighty are loaded with contentment gain
Vanquishing haughtiness of covetousness-pain
For faithful stewardship yon earthly transcendence.
Satisfying triumph, upholding virtuous worth
Faith in Christ champions blissful trust-delight
Freely fueled to vanquish doubt of skeptic blight
Toward reaching-out, creating paradise on earth.
Ephesians 2:8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God.
September 7, 2025
2nd place, "Alpha Lines" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 9/16/2025
There I now have stars in mine hair.
Attained cosmic radiance beyond compare.
The light of the stars is now all mine.
Cosmos being shifted by my will so divine.
There I now hold the Suns in my hands.
Providing warmth and light to all my lands.
Photosynthesis one of many original laws,
I am simply a new goddess healing flaws.
There I now have the Moons atop my head.
Shifting the tides and oceans of all people.
Guiding in times of darkness and dread,
As I am purifying nights, purging all evil.
There I now hold the Earth in my arms,
As my prayers for every nation and child
Slowly unfold over time reducing the harms
And someday life will be more mild.
I go back there all the time
in my mind when awake
in my dreams when asleep
They say, ‘You can’t go back’
(so) I lurk unseen, in shadows
a not-so-innocent bystander
inspecting scenes for authenticity
re-directing them, providing elasticity
rewarding poignancy with canonicity
Perhaps you wonder what it’s like
to review the span of a rich lifetime
I’ll let you know
~ go back there first
Didn't feel the bird would fly off abruptly
No break in providing food and water
The cage, however, stayed open off and on
Dating on the treetop _ new boyfriends
28 August 2025
you weave a cushion
to what might've been a free fall
dragging each tumble
into elongated bounce
gentle—over trampoline
instead of one splat
letting my body shatter
flipping narrative
providing a fluffy cloud
unable to hold my body weight
sort of metaphor
easiest to decipher
if seeking what's flipped
is what you have been after
not a murder with knife's back
The Earth spawns Man.
Man spawns Descendants.
Descendants rape the Earth.
The Earth stops providing.
Descendants start dying.
The Earth continues spinning,
And forgets we were ever here!
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