Arrival will not become us all
A place not found from one's call.
Destiny is a journey of its own making
Comfort, solace and grace not for the taking.
From an unknown channel flourishes not conception
But rather the unsupported unyielding reception.
It is from these untainted depths
That true identity can rest.
If television is chewing gum for the eyes,
as this architect would have us think,
can you walk and chew gum at the same time
or would it put your TV on the blink?
But what if radio is bubble gum for the ears,
as is my personal perception,
would you be forever blowing big ones
or would it interfere with the reception?
I am thrilled to only see two people ahead of me at medical clinic
No one is at reception’s desk
I know the routine
so I fill out the forms while I wait
No one comes.
I have been here four minutes
I ask one of the others “was anyone here?”
“She left a bit ago,” one replies.
a female nurse comes out of exam room.
Fiddles around a bit.
Goes back into same exam room.
Nurse comes back out after a bit.
Asks me “where is the receptionist?”
“I am wondering myself,” I reply.
“she will need your ID and medical card,” the woman says.
I hand them over and she leaves it all for the receptionist under the high counter.
a few more people leave exam rooms.
No one else is called back yet.
a woman holding a sandwich and large drink comes wandering in.
That explains why she had left her desk.
But to not leave a sign or anything?
I remain standing there,
not wanting the six people behind me to get ahead.
RECEPTION
variants
appear
widely admired
then
disappear
in
face
of human
passion
transformed
by
sense&
intention
as
conscience
& rage
awakens
shaped
by
visual space
reminiscent
transmuted
by
experience
&
willed
ordiliness
apprehended
then
suspended
in
meditation
&
natural
intutive
disposition
A couple got married in the Winter Wonderland
For the reception they hired a mariachi band
They danced a Spanish jig,
Then left in a borrowed rig
Stiffing the poor caterer because the food was bland.
written December 23, 2021
There is fortune,
weather and climate,
is several,
paradoxical.
Reception whether,
day or night receptions:-,
sister.
Can't get my station
Static driving me crazy!
No good reception
Got radio blues
And my tape deck's broken too
No CD player
What's a guy to do
When his music won't come through?
I guess I'll just sing!
With queries and questions
for a year-long protracted night,
understanding came in a instant,
I believed.
Going home, alone, accompanied
by a weird, unfamiliar light;
I drove off a familiar cliff.
They bereaved.
Instead of mortuary, a mansion
designed by spirit, not by might
I’m home amid thousands
well- received.
After Church Have Reception
Church had planned on the perception;
When service is over have a reception;
There together meet
Coffee with a sweet,
Add Christ to complete the conception.
Jim Horn
When I get reception
I will google it
But by that time
I will have forgotten it
So, we ponder the question
That only our minds can answer
As we have no reception
But at least I have you
To bounce my signal off
It comes back with a different perspective
Honest and forthright with your views
No batteries to recharge
Before I see your face
Don’t need to see the bars
To know I have your reception
No need to worry about the privacy of apps
As I know you have my back
Thank God
I have reception
The signals lost
The bars are gone
The battery is all but shot
But with you just there
And the love of god
I have reception
I found myself in a real bad pickle
my lady thinks I'm cheap to the nickel,
so I told her I would spend
but she screamed, "This is the end."...
Mad at, "Your boobs droop like an icicle!"
Who in attendance devoted the most skill and caring to honor the veterans seated in the front row? Was it law enforcement showing tolerance giving veterans the benefit of the doubt in situations not too serious no damage to property or person? Was it the mayor reading from a prepared speech not words spoken spontaneously from deep within? Was it the village officials making their appearance but not really knowing what it is like to walk a mile in the combat boots of veterans seated in the front row? No, none of the above in my opinion. Rather it was a woman, with a crown of grey hair now white, that might have been a halo? She was a master of her craft baking treats that excited pallets far and wide amazing all.Despite a food allergy she couldn’t taste to judge her wares Hers was the greatest gift honoring those who sacrificed all.in faraway lands coming back sometime not so tall
Wedding Reception
We’ll settle by the bar and watch
the women dance, then split a likely
pair, when we think we stand a chance.
I’ve one eye on the bridesmaid, with
the skirt that’s riding high – showing
off the daisies, tattooed upon
her thigh.
The groom is still hung-over;
can’t find the pregnant bride. She dodged
into the box-room – best-man by
her side.
Mothers-in-law are screaming,
‘war,’ handbags all-aflail. Uncle
Jack is on his back. George is green
and frail.
So we’ll linger here and
guzzle beer, till the barman calls
the time. Then make a play for a
pair who sway – join the pantomime...
...Hope you like the big one, with the
bird’s nest in her hair. Because I’m
heading for the bridesmaid, with the
skirt that’s riding high, showing off
the daisies...
How many times will you stop acting free
Just to please a perspective?
Always on the lookout for that peculiar spectator,
confining life to be so subjective.
Indulging in such a slender code of morality.
Even a wild youth is tied to the principles of an unbecoming age.
Sharing the social state of make believe tranquility.
A shallow mind consumes all and thrusts life into a daze
But still no one to realize life is too short for all these ordeals.
Every minute detail too irrelevant yet judged.
All the aspects of a fragile life lost to the worlds ideals.
So never mind the reception, then maybe the cornerstones of civilization will budge.
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