The round table spins,
all is a roulette wheel,
now I am the favored Knight.
Yesterday I was the least,
children made sport of me,
scrawny curs snapped at my heels.
The King's favor is fickle.
The Queen shades her eyes,
her demure down cast mien
a façade, a veil beneath which
simmers a flame we both have ignited.
Today I ride ahead of the throng,
my banner tall and straight.
Tomorrow is uncertain
the table will turn again,
for what can be, may not happen,
and what may happen never be,
better to let the world spin on,
for even kings and queens know
that any gambit is just another
uncertain gamble.
This gamming table
goes around,
and just where your feet
touch firm ground
or slip
none may predict.
Time heals love's wound,
Truth seals it round.
Like a Merry-go-Round
While we all keep spinning
Does our circle of life
Have a way to get off?
hear the sound
found a way
stand on ground
earthbound stay
no playground
...it is impossible for God to lie, we who have taken refuge
would have strong encouragement to hold firmly
to the hope set before us."
Hebrews 6:18
Some parents fortify, supporting kids
to stay on top when testing waters’ depth.
Great expectations, ends, ev’n enemies,
are God's Supply, the wind and weight of wings.
A worthy teacher who embraces life
communicates those skills which stay the storms
for fledgling sailors, novice on their course.
God’s Sacred Scriptures give sound teaching scope.
A mentor stands as aide to steady growth
for doubting deckhands who can misconstrue.
Wise lessons bear resolve for hasty choice
when God's own Spirit is the mainstay - truth.
An anchor is one worthy of belief,
whose balance holds the navigator’s trust-
that hope which guardsmen put in the Pilot’s hand
God's Son, my Anchor, yea my Cornerstone.
Catch them when they're young
and shape their tiny minds
by telling them to colour
inside the lines
kids are our precious resource
nurture their dreams for the future
break them on the wheel of control
and kill the spirit destroy the soul
conditioned at an early age
they'll be at a loss
when they're told to think
outside the box
complicit in your conspiracy
avoiding confrontation
it's not a guiding hand
it's manipulation
you can't squeeze a square
peg into a round hole
they are who they
are it is what it is
can't pound a square peg
into a round pigeon hole
let them be and mind your own biz
In the world today.' Familiy Farms being erazed...Aid witheld in gaza.? A pattern?
different in aspect yet the same; end game'
Starvation of real information..While the
Mainstream mediums posture along.' As the
Sheep are clever enough.. To feed' the Lord
Only knows though just what on.?
Truth
plays hide-and-seek
with falsehood
after losing
at ‘Tag’
Existence, existing and then
the emptying out, the exit.
X marks the spot
where dots are always laid to rest.
I have been pulling a little red meat wagon
existing just before
its hard rubber wheels,
the wagon goes clickity clack,
snick-itty-snit, bumpety bump
uphill or below,
it is eager to run me down
always keen to bark my heels
as I drag it over a shadow shoulder
of a pre & post
being.
On-board
a self-dissolving, yet always open mouth,
must consume
its spiced drops of acid and honey.
It sometimes sleeps,
sometimes dreams,
it is a presence of a presence,
just a hairsbreadth between
this now, and not now - gulp
of living.
Inevitably, we will part,
separated by the raw knuckles
of push and pull,
until a lit exit door
in a long defunct shopping mall
lights our way
to the promise of oneness.
AND ROUND WE GO
And round we go
The carousel of life spins fast
And round we go
So few have anything to show
Eventually it stops at last
Yet the cycle of life is vast
And round we go
.
'tiz true
she ask'd for
it
and in
mine mind'z
frame
well
wouldn't you
ohhh
i know'd i'd
pay thuh price
but
but
anything
tuh
shut her up
az long az she
doesn't ask for
a strand uv thoze
no
oh no eve
((Akoya))
.
hern majora
whilst
i held mine
placidity
What? The Gulf of Mexico is no mo'?
Well, that's just a big no-no!
I like what some cartoons show -
southern half of the Gulf: "Golfo de Mexico",
northern half: "Golfo del Presidente Loco"!
So, to honour our Mexican amigos,
let's sing a cantata
then call the "Gulf of Alaska"
the Gulf of Canada!!!
she’s a bit round he was quickly told
they forgot to mention she was truly old
she can play music and sing well too
Her teeth are straight, her hair is blue
She has a sense of humor tall as a giraffe
You should hear this woman truly laugh
She would be a terrific blind date for you
They never mentioned she was ninety-two
The world is round,
Never pause playground
Turns round and round,
Our feet on the ground
We never fall-off
We never fly off
A spinning top,
Doesn't wobble, never stop.
12/17/2024
.
the not
(heavy)
talk'd 'bout
spots
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