In our love story of us,
Every chapter written,
Shines brighter than the
first chapter,
When we write it together.
My Love Shares Her Deepest Desires
My love shares her deepest desires with me;
She holds not back and reveals herself true.
Clothed or naked, she displays her beauty,
An enigmatic and seductive woo.
I am enthralled; she seeks my company
When there are those more debonair than I.
On a whim, my heart fluttered in the breeze
And was smitten by her attractive smile.
Into her alluring arms I succumb;
Her eyes lock with mine and close as we kiss,
And our hearts beat together as if one,
Embraced passionately in tenderness.
Love’s temptation, bonding us unified,
Feelings no man or woman can deny.
Poindexter was irritated about his name
His litter mates were Frisky, Fralin, Frederick and Frances.
Why had he not been blessed with a name beginning with an F?
He could not ask his mother, for that might seem disrespectful.
His father was not approachable, so he dared not ask him.
He finally asked his grandmother who knew exactly why.
They looked into your eyes and you have the eyes of Grandpa.
My husband, the love of my life, Poindexter Fox.
They could name you nothing else.
It was as if he had come back to life.
Poindexter finally felt good.
as my dog and i were on a walk
he said
we have to have a talk
about the way we are constructed
it was then
that he instructed
when you say
top to bottom
about things that we've both got 'em
what you mean is front to back
i'll admit
i was taken aback.
he said
just as night follows day
when you open your mouth
to say
back to front
in a kind of flip-flop
what you mean
is
bottom to top
he barked i believe our walk's complete
can i now have my doggy treat
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Your intelligence, as good as driving amazing cars,
You dole out goodness, generously to all your pals,
Your wisdom, unassailably perches on the highest bar,
While foolish people, buried their's in a maar.
Your smiles burn sadness to a char,
Your beauty invites love to a chair,
Your kindness takes friendship a distance far,
The love you share is without a fear.
Your greatness, noone can ever dare,
In your heart, God's love is already there,
In the eyes of your enemies are rains of tears,
Meanwhile, to your prayers, God has his listening ears.
To your successes, God is always giving you cheers,
In divine blessings, God gave you the largest shares,
The toga of celestial favours, God made you a nice one to wear,
Heavenly salvation, God turns it into your special ware.
Couldn’t past the 1st sentence in today’s Gospel
Describes Father Christ in deep mourning
His cousin
His herald
His friend is dead
Brutally and senselessly murdered
Father Christ wants to be alone
He needs to be alone
He withdraws
Grieving is one of the most important thing we do in life
Loving relationships we form in our lives
Are one of the greatest thing we experience
When a loved one dies
Emptiness can seem too great to bear
Ay need to withdraw
Even reach out others for help
Someone says grieving means” relearning the world”
Relearning to live without this cherished Person
Physically present in our life
It is comforting to know that Father Christ
Shared in our human grief
Loving Father Christ
When I am mourning the loss of loved one
Please let me hear You say
“Lean on me
I understand”
Remember
Your grieving is the other side of your loving”
Sr. Melanie Svoboda, S.N.D.
Turned to poetry by: Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Douglas Emhoff is our first second-man
Went to USC, got himself a tan
An ‘entertainment lawyer’
His wife’s his new employer
Giggling and cackling as much as she can
Goodfellow Bear shares his cave with the best of the best
A gloriously tall green dragon whose name is simply Test.
Test is polite, respectful, responsible, she makes an amazing guest.
Bear says you are welcome to stay as much as you want in my nest.
Leave the difficult guys to leave.
They no more in us believe;
Their proud shares they plan to retrieve;
Over money released they grieve...
Let all the headstrong among us leave.
A lot of members this will relieve:
To check a rolling up of sleeves;
The sight of pugnacious men peeves!
You call a meeting and be brief.
Don't any one treat like a chief.
The Head strong is worse than a thief;
From him one can't borrow a leaf...
That's right: Difficult Men should leave:
No granting of pleasing reprieve...
Who Shares Your Path
Miracle Man
3/3/23
The path that ushered a person into my life,
was also the path that took her away.
Some friends move on long before it’s time,
Others I’ve felt, their welcome will overstay.
Once, my life was greatly impacted,
by a stranger and most unlikely person.
God placed her in my path for a reason,
and when she left, I felt things worsen.
25 years later through an internet search she found us.
I thank God that she saw something in us worth returning for.
She is now the Daughter we never had!
Tom
Skinny skeleton shares a tweet
In the dead of night, oh, so sweet.
We look as it leaves, next to his feet.
It’s hollow, which is a real treat.
So that’s a tweet! Says Mr. Greet.
I think it’s sweet and cannot be beat.
Skinny skeleton gives a kick with his cleat.
And pulls a trick with a ghostly sheet.
The wise I asked:
" Why have the shares of truth skyrocketed at
the stock exchange of human values, these days? "
-
" Because the truth has become a rare commodity in recent times. "
He bitterly replied!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 September 2021
What temptress is this that calls to me
and fills my heart with wanton bliss?
She wears a veil of showers
oft mistook as tears,
as She tiptoes through fields of melting snow;
wrapped in a misty shawl of fog.
Who is this whimsical sprite;
this paradigm of hope,
silently luring me to her bosom?
Highlighted by a beam of sunlight
I thought I caught a glimpse of her face;
reflected off a drop of water,
as it trickled down a melting icicle.
And then, I felt Her hugging me,
ever so gently.
Her breath was warm as a Spring breeze
and I recognized April.
Her tantalizing scent, flippant ways
and sunny disposition,
gave Her away.
In the signs of the zodiac, the ram and the bull
both share Her heart.
And yet, April shares my heart as well;
for I was born in Her presence.
And each year, She marks my birth,
with a celebration of life;
and a plethora of wildflowers.
Privilege shares with friends and family
the whys and wherefores of your creed;
lest your lack of concern and charity
keeps a faith hostage that they need.
July 5, 2020
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