Sniff out the garish lights, loud music, and drunken discussions.
Breach the party uninvited.
Conceive uneasiness and instant disdain.
You try to tango with strangers who quickly slide away.
Somewhere in the intercourse of a reddish night
they feed you to a pack of blue dogs.
Willing to drag you down to their side of the tracks.
Loneliness warps all reason, lowers the standard.
Opens the vein to jagged strangers.
Liaisons come and go like a Roman legion.
They begin the journey bold as muddy devils.
Ranks thinning by the minute, by the hour.
Till only one soul remains beneath a parchment shield.
His destiny is to forever cower.
February 22 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 26-27
Key Verse– Numbers 26:1 And it came to pass after the plague, that the LORD spake unto Moses…
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO SHIELDS US FROM PLAGUES
Praise be to God for shielding us from plagues as we:
Confess our sinfulness, pleading sincerely
Commit our lives to Him, pleasing Him along our service
Converse to Him in prayer with our supplication
Choose to praise Him midst sanctification
Cling to Him and His powerful strength
Numbers 26:9 Praise be to the Lord for admonishing us
not to strive against Him by:
Displeasing Him with our perversions
Defying His precepts
Doubting His promises
Deriding His providence
Downgrading His provisions
Numbers 27:14 Praise be to the Saviour Who checks us
so we should not rebel against His commandments while:
Complaining about our situation
Cursing our status
Clamoring for self-sufficiency
Craving along selfishness
Continuing in our slothfulness. Amen.
February 22, 2024
Listen to your heart
think with your mind
before you think you're apart.
Walk through the fields,
get out from the dust
be covered behind the shields,
make sure you don't have any rust.
Wake up free of concerns,
take your soul for a walk
because there are no returns
for a solitary hungry hawk
Times when u were young ,
A thought strikes me
Trees shade in scorching sun
Mid aged acceptance
Strong roots for little grass
Heads first prior
Maker's unconditional affection
Follow the steps
Untroubled upturn for keeping
Untroubled upturn for nourishing
Wasn't a function for prospect,
But desire for bliss
We dont long for inconsistent affection
Nor tenderness of our veins
But unexpected shields of planted trees
The question, urgent and acute, that fashion
asks every woman daily: what does she
prefer? A Ricci’s chic, a chilly passion
of Ungaro, an ease of Givenchy?
What’s better? A dramatically black look
or, say, an all-white? A silk cape with strappy
heels or a floral-printed dress like Brook
Shields in “Allure”? The one that makes her happy.
So what if… Her glance falls upon the photo
of her grandchildren on the wall. Her heart
melts. She puts on a free tee-shirt from Moto,
old jeans and, happiest, goes to Walmart.
17.11.2019
Fashion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Fields, shields and yields of love heal
Upheavals hearts harassed and heckled in circumstances
Maintained, retained and sustained on a hill
Disown and drown doubts in cocoons that ingratiate impertinence instances.
Fields, shields and yields of love lubricate
Gears and gaskets gleaned from garages of gregariousness
Feted and elevated to sainthood to subjugate
Spirits and writs to wean wads of wickedness.
Fields, shields and yields of love amplify
Overt and covert conduits carried over
From ashes and slashes of creativity to mollify
Hearts that vowed never again to dignify a patriarchal palaver.
Fields, shields and yields of love cure
Hearts on fire with ire to hire an empire
Driven and given to glorifying the lure
They claim names romance recidivists to fire, retire or inspire.
SUNLESS IN NORTH SHIELDS
It’s painful when the sea wind
Drives rain into the eyes
At the end of Yeoman Street,
Where I waited so long for that girl in the yellow raincoat,
Who never came.
Seagulls mocking down distant streets
Of Utrillo roofs and closed doors.
At her absence I became an empty sack of strength.
Instead of a warmth of yellow and an inspiration of kisses,
There was only a solitude of tears.
I squinted against the rain, and the whiff of fish,
And the sunless world -
Rough tussocks sloping down to the murky Tyne,
Row of houses huddled against wind and spray,
Sprouting mushroom chimney pots
With jagged edges like jester’s hats.
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Note...North Shields is a small coastal port in North East England, always cold even in summer.
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Umbrella shields sun
Color lit bright by day and light
Long shadows cast behind.
(January 10, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
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