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Competent homekey fraud correction

Air Force general office 
General document call
Wing general 
General wing at hand
Constitutional allowance of print exam
In history we are where in civilization 

Urban Structure Inspection 

Fail

Instruction to add

The generals attorneys must approach American diction to resign civil unrest.

Attorney General to Forward Admiral
Forward Admiral to General Reserve 


General Assembly 
Before
Reconvening 
Treasury


Obstructing mailbox
Requisition order for reinstitution of mailbox



In the issue of "sermons and titles" in loss
Perhaps draft able language of this nature
 
Please requests to defer scheduled
Appointment and disjourn justice.
Appointment may not be controlled.
This is again violation of rights.  Also
Furthering evidence of consistent
Disregard for equality in attitude and
Unanimity of action in attempt of
Coercion


Wills to turn around discussion, dialogue 
To the tuned laws legal availability 

Thus document owners are not deprived of "housing" control and ownership of speech and speeches of said document(s) currently committed in clerical error

Head And Heart

When your heart and your head
Have a major disagreement,
Which body part should win?
Certainly not in every case,
But in 2020, my heart won.

Two of our dearest friends offered a gift to my
wife and me. My wife immediately consented
Without question, to the opportunity to go on an 
All expenses paid cruise. I immediately said "No"
With my head, but I could not find the heart within
Me to say anything but "Yes".  

Our friends had gone on 29 cruises and wanted
To share one of their greatest joys with us. Indeed,
I have what we call a bucket list, but going on an
Ocean cruise is not on my bucket list.

I confess that there was a secret war being waged
Between my head and my heart. With my calculating
head, I was losing one of the biggest conflicts of my life.
Moreover, by consenting to accept the gift, I learned
Experientially, a great lesson about selflessness.

Due to circumstances related to the COVID-19 virus,
The government canceled the scheduled cruise.
Notwithstanding, the heart of our dearest friends will
Forever have a special place in our hearts.

WAYS OF PROVIDENCE

   Am I walking through Ways of Providence ?
    or walking  just to struggle on my own !
   I am confused , also amused to sense
    reality ! Am I guided or lone ?

     Are pre- scheduled all the happenstances !
     Am I instructed by Divine Power ?
    Is there a supreme strength to embower ?
     Or, I surrender to circumstances  !

    Does Divine Guidance fabricate my fate ?
    Then life will turn purposeless - meaningless.
     No use of brain -mind-soul to navigate.
     Just to be flooded , careful or careless.
 
    How can you define , what is Providence ?
    It's Supremacy in your soul to stay.
    On Moral Values , carry Reverence.
  Ways of Providence will be shown, I say.

A Minor Act of Weather

Now and then, quietly without notice,
Time adjusts its spectacles—
Peers through a fogged pane of recall
Where particulars, once urgent, dissolve.

If now and then you find rain in your heart,
be assured it is scheduled—
a punctual drizzle of consequence,
not passion, but the persistence of memory
in its bureaucratic overcoat.

It’s all because of you,
the file states plainly:
signed in duplicate, sealed in dust.
No redress required—
only the courteous nod to causality.

The aged—those quaint accumulations—
become, in the end, detours.
Not disliked, precisely,
but excessive to the route:
a bench beneath ivy, seldom occupied.

So live out your days with decorum.
Attend the rituals of silence.
Polish your small routines.
Let time, that sly curator,
catalogue your exit in amber.

The Coffee is Bitter Today

I don't know why.

I added the same sugar,
poured from the same tin.

But it reminds me of farewells
those spoken casually,
like we wouldn't miss each other.

Like love could be scheduled.

This bitterness
it's not the coffee.
It's remembering your face only through photos
your voice buried beneath children's laughter.

I-phone-itis

I checked my e-mail
Deleted the spammer
Then fixed my “I phone”
With a store-bought hammer

The Dr. scheduled a video visit
I told him “I’d take a pass”
Cuz there’s no way I’m stickin’
My own finger up my a..

My “phone” and I 
Seem to disagree
‘bout who’s in charge
“IT” or me

I asked SIRI what do you think
“she” replied: I don’t
I just tell you what everyone else thinks

You know you’re really in trouble
When ALEXA texts you saying
“WE NEED TO TALK”

FAR AWAY

    Take me for away
    I'm at end of my way,
      that started from birth
       on mother Earth  !
     Now almost at point of death :
     Waiting for my last breath.

    Now to venture far away 
     Show me light, I pray.
     Left my happiness 
     Future is hopeless.
     Left my pain and sorrow
     After Life is waiting for tomorrow 

     Yes , I know I'm going far away 
     very soon, no more delay
     On Earth seen heaven and hell
     Now to respond on last bell
      No scope to turn back
     I'm bound to follow my pre-scheduled track.

     Senses are choked 
     floating in unconscious waves
     getting entry to after life phase
     to explore an unknown zone.

Torpor

I have been accepting 
that I lost my courage to be vulnerable,
and I hovered over words that would not flow,
For my emotional tsunami hides in the insufferable,
I was just afraid to let this ache inside me go. 

My stygian soul then scheduled my mental breakdown
And the photosynthesizes of my overwhelming pain,
I have established that in this 
psychological baptism I drown,
But to grow is to immerse 
in my sacrifice and appertain,

Should I allow myself to break into small pieces,
then composition myself with love 
and become a Kintsugi soul?
My fearless spirit encapsulates a warrior 
in the world of Ulysses,
So I unboxed my Worth and discovered my Hope,

To understand my veracity is to feel it in my core,
That running only tires the internal child 
who is weeping,
Those tears power my garden of humanity 
while being restored,
Unearthed healing from truth 
in the eternal spring of the reaping.

Conditioned

This cold scheduled grey life 
Has me so on point and on task
The tunnel vision is nauseating 
The horse blinders debilitating 
Want for what, wish for who 
An existence built to hypnotize
Time coerced me into being  
Unapologetically institutionalized

Sticklers versus HippyDippys

The Sticklers are rule-followers; they do seventeen weekly have-tos.
There is no room for flexibility, or deviation from their parents’ teachings.
Have to go to church, read the Bible, pray daily, on their knees.
Have to go to grandma’s every Sunday, bring a pot roast, wash the dishes.
Have to read the Bible with grandma, aloud, as she corrects you.
There are so many have-to’s, there is no time to play, laugh, or sing.
Many of the Sticklers have gone crazy, are in mental institutions.

There are minimal have-to’s in their distant cousin, the Hippydippy’s lives.
They enjoy their weekends; doing what they want when they want.
Freedom to dance, sing, cartoon, paint, knit, crochet, color, fish or golf.
They know about the Bible, but they are not scheduled to it.
Grandma knows they love her, they see her when it is convenient.
She’s usually on a cruise anyway.
None of the Hippydippys have ever gone crazy.

A bus in the hand

A bus in the hand,
Is worth two that fail to land,
Or fail to stop on demand,
Because they are needed,
   when trains do not run as planned,
Or there has been slide of hand,
From drivers on a mission unsanctioned,
By those in command.

The good news is that the bus in my hand,
Stops within walking distance at my command,
Which is a lucky break for my chances of  
 staying above Ground, 
Longer than planned,
With heart and lungs feeling needed,
And legs that are no longer unmanned,
With a good dose of natural Vitamin D,
That helps steady my hand,
And gives my brain a chance to expand.

So, I thank buses out of hand,
When I am tempted,
To wait on a bus that was scheduled,
But with no intention to arrive on time stated,
  on the electronic notice board, 
That those in the know never take for granted, 
Whenever the word scheduled, 
Remains unchanged,
And there is a near enough bus on hand.



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City Life Circa 1957

City life, for kids, before the onslaught of helicopter parents and mandatory parental involvement in every aspect of growing up.  We played baseball, no umpires, the bases pieces of cardboard, scratched in dirt, or chalked on the pavement.  Four neighborhoods abutted each other.  We, the children of the game, formed teams, formed an impromptu “league”.  On one of these occasions when a game was “scheduled” team A came up short of the mandatory nine.  Team B would allow one of its players to play for team A.  The proof that this did not hurt team A’s chances of winning became evident the day Billie, (we’ll call her Billy to protect the legend), came to bat in the last inning and singled home the winning run for team A.

After the game Billie walked home with the rest of our team.  She looked a bit sheepish and we did sort of give her the business.  We all knew it didn’t matter which team you played for because the game demanded you play your best and hold your head high in both victory and defeat.

junk drawer clean up

junk drawer clean-up is scheduled today
tape
ribbons
rubber bands
pencils
pens
rulers
small notebooks
matches
candles
bungee cords
dog collar
flashlight
wrench
pliers
scissors
maple syrup packets
I need all of these things I think
as I shut the drawer.

the subject is rain

to rain on someone's 
parade ~ is spoil ruin someone's
fun joy happiness

saving for rainy
days ~ are when good turned bad and
you're ready for it

raincheck ~ simplify's
life scheduled prupose arranged
sequentially yours

charge it to the dust 
and let the rain settle it
 ~ just pay or get out

come in out of the 
rain ~ it's a losing battle
wake up to the facts

it’s raining pitchforks
British to rain stair rods ~ is
to rain heavily

Ripped And Dipped

She had wanted to go the beach  
     And yet, she was scheduled to teach
Her swimsuit had ripped
So she skinny-dipped
      Could this be a test of free speech?

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