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A carapace of courage
Lies buried in the hills.
A library of wisdom
Stocked with empty pages,
Erased for all the ages.
A husk of special skills
And verbal vitality
Dad, juggernaut at rest.
Our
Hostess
Committee,
comprised mostly
of women, makes sure
the kitchen is stocked with
supplies, arranges and serves
meals for major church events and
bereaved families. Last, we clean up.
We serve cheerfully, for we feel honored.
What if I were to lie?
What, if I were lye?
Don't you look at me that way.
Don't you look away!
The blond hairs on your back
I know it's cold.
Where are you going with this?
Wherever you are told.
Dance now, it's a stage.
The machine rotors turn.
The cabinets stocked with capitalism.
My Beautiful Idiosyncrasies.
Green pastures,
O greener then green
With your beaten red farm
Ready to fall
With your beautiful skies
O skies of wonder and
adventure
With your pond in the middle
Stocked with the most excellent
of fish
You were my childhood
O what a perfect childhood
I say goodbye now and forever
As you are being taken away
I will miss you
O how I will miss you
Our fridge is quite the crazy scene
in hopes my girl will eat.
Miss Judy brings juiced tangerines;
a glass is such a treat!
My girl is not a fan, it seems,
of watermelon-lime,
but as for me, I’ve high esteem:
so nuanced and sublime!
Our freezer’s stocked with sorbets now,
hope it’s not untoward,
but secretly, there’s one or two
I hope my girl abhors.
The stores are stocked with chips and beer
And chicken wings galore
For munching during Super Bowl.
Well, who could ask for more?
I’m not a football fan, but yes,
I’ll watch it for a while
In hopes that a commercial
Will induce a laugh or smile.
Tonight at game time, most TV’s
Will show this football fare
But as to who will win, my guess
Is very few will care.
The Poisoned Apple sent to me,
Drives me crazy!
Stocked with futility.
One page after another,
Makes my heart flutter!
"Continue," it says.
The screen glowing bright.
I do.
Only to see,
"ID not accepted,"
Again!
Time to revise,
The tempest inside!
Before the Apple begins its ride.
Out the window,
With no place to hide.
I wanted to give to all I met,
How to pay for presents, drove me to fret.
I felt so poor; needy myself,
What could I give from an empty shelf?
Hearing a principal of uniqueness,
A changing glow began to surface.
Now I know I have presents by the miles,
Healing hugs and loving smiles,
To give to those I greet,
Now the shelf is always stocked with something sweet!
Written for GROW Bulletin as response from learning - Personal Value
A first principle. 8th August 1993