I AM THANKFUL . . .
for my family who continue to celebrate holidays together,
for friends who are always ready and willing to talk about anything and everything or just be present in the moment,
for neighbors who are eager to lend a hand or a can of corn when I find out I have run out while making a pot of soup,
for new and interesting people coming into my life for some as yet unknown purpose or blessing,
for all the family members and friends who have moved on to the next life, who have touched my life in so many wonderful ways,
and for the unbelievable love I have given and received throughout my lifetime.
I AM THANKFUL!
Worshippers at best
believing in hope
and peaceful rest
as we sing
blest by our King
who sits on throne
so we can look up,
kneel, stand up,
keen to His reign
ready and willing
to accept His grace
and life’s newness
as we begin
fresh and strong
bathed in sunlight
whatever season
to disregard lies
reach for the truth
play loud our tunes
with cheerfulness
within and without
this taste of heaven
living loud
in solitude
in gratefulness
for what is next
is to take each step
as if roses
scented our path
of faithfulness
I am convinced that no one on
planet earth, or outer space,
or in a place we call hell,
will descend or ascend to rush
to America's rescue. If they could
but muster the resolve, or if they had
the desire and will, they would surely
deliver us from ourselves. Such an "IF"
is the faintest of probabilities, and their inabilities
are most unfortunate. Nevertheless, even in these late
hours, there is a God beyond space and time who is able,
ready, and willing to hear our cry, even if it's but our faintest sigh.
092923PS
How do you know what you know
It fell from the skies into my eyes
That were ready and willing to see
I am that other guy.
You, you're my perfect lover
who I hope to never meet
while I still have these see-through eyes.
I have always had great confidence
in my incompetence in matters of the heart.
Being that other guy
I can stand and watch unnoticed.
I see you,
your face is an alien Venus
emerging over an ever receding horizon.
It's not time yet
to begin an eternal romance
but I am ready and willing to wait
for that otherness,
to meet her upon that far shore
where seashells sing their love songs
into beings.
Why am I here? Why am I in this space?
My body is here, my spirit is not, what is the case?
I look at my surroundings and examine objects closely
As I’m sitting in a confined room that’s warm and toasty
I tell myself I obviously don’t belong here
This is not my destiny, but I know it’s near
These spirits are too comfortable and complacent
My spirit is solely focused on future emplacement
At the same time I need these resources and networking opportunities
So I can build bridges and uplift my community
There’s a goal in mind with a strict timeline
Cadence is key and sometimes I feel crazy like Einstein
Deep down, I know it’s part of the process for me to succeed
I’m just a vessel ready and willing to plant a seed.
Getting ready for a New Years chin dig
I purchased a new fancy schmancy wig
and bubbly for chilling;
I'm ready and willing
to pare, next year I'll be lank as a twig
Santa needs a break from the Holiday
the left overs echo in the fridge, oh Hey!
the turkey is wasted
his eye balls are basted
Merry Eggnog to all now get out of my way
Pop goes the bottle and in goes the booze
its time to party don't snooze or you lose
fetch me a drink
fast as a blink
bubble me up, please don't sing me the blues
Jopple Jim slim feeling kind of perplexed
he wasn't invited and now he is vexed
crack open a bottle
go to full throttle
send him his invite by crook or by text
When nobody is ready and willing
to hold you, remember
that our faithfulness
must be the pledge
we'll always honor;
let others keep on wandering.
Adore me, and I'll adore you,
nothing more, nothing less than the desire
that trust and devotion give to each other
to offer true happiness, and these are
true feelings we can relate to,
and trusting each other will bring us closer.
When you can't find anybody
to comfort you: I'm listening to your fear
although distance won't allow hearing the loud cry
of the heart despite its pain, imagine I am near;
is there anything more precious than our faithfulness,
than the hugs of fondness?
"Going to build me a home where I'm never alone"
said the boy with the wild hair and the Mexican heart
Yes I will finish this table with the sweat of my brow
for I know that I'm able, ready and willing to apply;
All those years as a foster not even a hug nor a smile
every wound hidden deep, not much there to keep;
Saddled up with some courage he tilled up the land
bought six cozy beds and some cows and some bulls
for what is a home, without nothing inside ....
At the orphanage door he rapped thrice once more
then asked for the sulkies playing on the floor
Ravaged and hungry they ate up a storm
drinking and eating with wolves at the door;
They danced and the played out in the Country rain
then they worked and they worked like never before;
He had a dream a mission to fill so with his own free will
he did it, he build a home so they would never be alone
with a big sign at the door that read, "Home Sweet Home"
Star maker Woman made dreams for everyone for fun.
In her capable hands, they were a gloriously done.
Stars for health, peace, love, and fertility woes too.
She could create a star today for me and him and you.
Stars help the world be joyful, she explained to the masses.
They come in a variety of colors – they are perfect, none wearing glasses.
They have twenty-twenty vision and know exactly what to do
To create the best environment for your family and you.
It is not recommended that you put them out in plain sight.
If I were you I would place them in a dark corner, not light.
For they like to save their strength for when they are needed.
Starlight magic is delicate – already vetted and beaded.
I was not sure exactly what Star Maker Woman meant.
But I was determined to keep my star at a hundred percent.
So I followed her instructions from my head to my toes.
And the star she created has forever kept her sweet glows.
When I shake out my star for hope, she gives me hope.
She is ready and willing, and keeps me off all kinds of dope.
She warns me of trouble, and keeps me quite safe and true.
She is my best friend, and my muse, and I love her too.
Getting ready for a New Years chin dig
I purchased a new fancy schmancy wig
and bubbly for chilling;
I'm ready and willing
to pare, next year I'll be lank as a twig
Santa needs a break from the Holiday
the left overs echo in the fridge, oh Hey!
the turkey is wasted
his eye balls are basted
Merry Eggnog to all now get out of my way
Pop goes the bottle and in goes the booze
its time to party don't snooze or you lose
fetch me a drink
fast as a blink
bubble me up, please don't sing me the blues
Jopple Jim slim feeling kind of perplexed
he wasn't invited and now he is vexed
crack open a bottle
go to full throttle
send him his invite by crook or by text
Dec. 27, 2018
Contest Name: Lets have fun
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
In two weeks time we will all remember,
About that awesome 11th of November.
When the guns fell silent in foreign lands,
When blood soaked away in desert sands.
We remember not just our fallen troops,
We must remember their support groups.
The doctors and nurses as the battles rage,
They were always there on centre stage.
Amid the gore and blood they stood,
Doing the very best they could.
Some non combatants but not all,
They all answered the nations call.
They all put their lives on the line,
In the hope all would be fine.
Like the troops, seamen and fliers,
They all came to quench the enemy fires.
So many fallen in theaters of war,
How many more must folk endure.
They will always rise again if need be,
Ready and willing to end tyranny.
So God Bless all those who have fallen,
God Bless all those who struggle now.
Your deeds and sacrifice we all as one,
remember, and to you, in honor, we bow.
Thank you.
© Dave Timperley, October, 2018
Fly one way
Like a fugitive seeking asylum
Knock the door
See if the house owner is home,
ready and willing.
Fly another way
Like a refugee in urgent need
Knock the door
See if the house owner is home,
ready and willing.
Fly many ways
Like seeds scattered by the sower
Knock many doors
See if house owners are home,
ready and willing.
Dwell a day
Nay, many days
When such hearts, you find
Willing and welcoming
Fly away, fly away
Fly away, fly away
As so and as much as you please
When no such, you find
This is for you
who profoundly
and magically
knows my heart,
To you who wants
to possess it,
it is for you who cares,
whose love envelopes
it with tenderness,
ironing and straightening
out the wrinkles
made in there by hurts,
and by the complexities of life.
Step in my Beloved,
possess it,
feed my heart with your love,
as if it's a new born baby,
nurture it back to life.
Sing to me a new song,
a song to soothe my soul.
Only you is what my heart needs
In other to heal.
I am ready and willing.
Let's do it together.
Life, this life is fast slipping away.
Let's make this moment our best.
© 2017, Emeka Mokeme.All rights reserved.
Majestic purples glow
brilliant dark reflections in the sun
Crocus
blooming unattended wayfarers
strewn throughout the pale beige grass.
Daffodils stretch up
tall and gangly inching toward the rays
holding tight yellow white buds ready and willing.
Tulips barely peek through the gray dark earth
tipped red upon the bladed greens
teased by the early spring warmth.
Hyacinths squeeze tight their buds
puckering snug and low
amidst the hint of change in time.
The sun holds steady
pale yellow rays glistening in the clear blue sky
reminiscent of a faint young sun's return.
Spring arrival, far too early on the calendar
ends February with seventy degree temperatures
and blasts March starts with wild restless chilled winds;
Blustery the day
revealed in magenta fired hues unmatched
by spring's past and welcomed in sudden early rebirth
Spring Tease.
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