Division is daunting, it can make you feel hurt, and alone.
Division is evil, it can make you feel empty and lost.
Division is like the way God explained we are alone when he is not by our side, because we have followed ways that have divided us from his laws.
Division of love, of life, of happiness, of all we need to feel right, can leave us with ways that hurt us.
Division from the garden of Eden, left us here, making us struggle with everyday issues that make us feel blue.
Division we have been told is a way to conquer and take control of a people, an area, a mind, a soul, just to mention a few.
Division is a way that love gets broken in two, and made to suffer from the division that leaves us feeling blue.
Choose love, choose the path that leads to love and life, stay off the path of division, and walk in the light.
May God, shine light into our life, may we see and pray for all that is right, and make our path in life happy and full of love and light.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Stay off the roads today
Grandma's managed to find the car keys
~ She snuck out mid nap !
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When life is so down;
Crying is a replaced frown,
When hope seemed drown.
When life, at its best-
City, a replaced town's guest;
A place to invest.
When life is troubled,
Tears replaced sadness doubled...
Nigt partying bubbled.
When life is so good,
Joy replaced blissful childhood;
Fun... than adulthood.
When life is a bet,
Winning is a replaced debt,
Sequent stakes reset.
When life is a twist,
Call, a replaced beep missed;
Fair treatment persist...
When life is charmed,
Love replaced likeness unharmed;
Stay off been alarmed...
When life, grace lust's feast,
Heartbreak, a replaced deceit;
Learn through to retreat...
When life is unkind,
It is yours to be designed...
Do yours, never mind.
When life does exist,
Rise and fall shall coexist;
Choose one to resist.
When life is of fate,
Pray; fasting do not hate-
Grace turns its dictate.
What a cloudy day
Neighbors are getting too close
Stay off my Stratus
The seed of a flower can be good or bad.
Don't think too much about life, and be sad.
Understand that the compound will pressure you a lot.
Fight through the feeling and land in a perfect spot.
Gravitate off the ground, rise through the air.
Make the best out of life with an unbreakable stare.
Have the strength of a lion and always stay focused,
Not letting a peak of darkness come without notice.
Stay fearless and conquer the world by storm.
Stay true to your mind and keep your light on.
Darkness will try to interfere with your light.
Stay off the past and look toward the sunlight.
Mountains will form with pain and suffering.
Never let depression win; call on your mother.
So let this day be about opportunity and values.
Have a great "Graduation" and ride off like a stallion.
What is to be known of the honey comb?
A frightening look at overcrowding at home.
She comes to this tribal gathering in robes,
wearing slippers, newsprint on her thumb.
Affection awaits the cat, whose attitude carefully
adjusted, has decided to stay off this ottoman.
It is February, and the weather remains cold.
To be warm, I should flip the calendar to autumn.
Tomorrow, let us fly rainbow kites of our sensual
minds, entangling kite tails of the color chrome.
Another day of endless poetry in her dreams.
The poetess composes another dreamy poem.
Seeing as I live here
(I say this not in jest),
remember this is my domain,
and you are just a guest.
There is a possibility
that's fairly safe to predict:
you will definitely be sniffed
and probably be licked.
(Deal with it.)
It is not my problem
if you're a crusty grouch;
if you don't like cat hairs,
stay off the gosh darn couch!
To you I am the cat,
but here I am the baby.
If I'm in a pleasant mood,
I'll let you pet me. Maybe.
Here they like me more
than they like most people;
this, of course, makes perfect sense:
I am the queen - so regal.
They really, really love me;
they're only friends with you.
And now if you'll excuse me,
I have a toy mouse to chew.
A warning sounded on my phone -
An elongated beep -
So loud it must be meant to wake
Whoever is asleep…
Alerting me that there could be,
Within my current range,
A dangerous flash flood, which I
Found really kind of strange.
There is no river and no lake
For many miles around
And certainly no ocean
Barreling towards higher ground.
Yet I was warned, “Stay off the roads
And don’t attempt to drive
For if a flash flood strikes you would
Be lucky to survive.”
The warning did its job and scared me
Near out of my pants.
Although the sun’s come out, you think I’d drive?
No, not a chance!
I turned off my phone today
weary of humdrum conversations
not wanting to hear anything about elections either
I do not believe in elections in the USA
until they abolish the electoral college
the words election and democracy are jokes
no other country in the world has an electoral college
my friends are are as redundant as I am
Some might have tried to call me
But most are disillusioned and disgruntled
Many want to talk politics
I despise politics here
they are a joke
My phone may stay off a little longer
my hot pink dragon brought his sidekick Bug.
My mother yelled “Tell them to stay off the rug!”
They were not interested in coming in the house.
“It is scary in there,” the dragon said “you have a mouse”.
Allow me to introduce myself,
friends tend to call me Saturn’s MelRose;
Once you read me? I stay off the shelf;
I run around in a sweet saucer
all decked out in salmon pink and green;
It runs on the smoothest ice water;
Vast emerald and rose trails take wing,
my reputation always proceeds;
Ship arrival’s got music blasting;
Spicy taste like Taco Temptations,
I’ll share mouthwatering bliss with you;
A vibe of flavorful explosions;
Life’s a tour bus for me everyday,
spinning parties everywhere I go;
You’ll feel it as soon as I press play;
Floating in on a sick rhythmic beat,
I flutter into invisible;
Flick that switch on, hit it off, repeat;
We’ll do this all night if you want to,
those who built me forgot a slow move;
It is all or nothing just for you;
Flooding wood with cosmic ascension
glitter bombs and sick lines hit the floor;
All your senses give way to passion;
My life’s devoted to a mirror
showing you what you’re capable of;
By track’s end you’ll be a believer;
High fever demands that you return;
On my slick turntables the motto
is ‘For all you girls filled with fire? Burn.’
I choose to eat outside because it's cataclysmic in there.
In the cafeteria, where they perch on plastic chairs.
Chirping away in flock hysteria.
Frantically peck-pecking away the crumbs
All of them are slowly going deaf -n- dumb.
They'll flitter off, gullets filled with gossip and shop talk.
To play solitaire on filthy keys.
I choose to roam outside their hellish squares.
Trying to stay off my knees whenever possible.
I choose to eat outside the burning carousel.
I fear that I might be going feral.
we fought over the frog poking stick
water snake sizzled past
brothers, supposed to be babysitting
stay off the dock mom had said
Gus, our golden, retrieved her when she fell in
If witches would stay off their broomsticks,
not collecting black cats and kids,
not charring the sky with their tricks,
keep to their bottomless pit, deep off the grid…
If their cackles were buried in hell,
their pimples and warts swarmed with heat…
if they couldn’t, not one, recall a spell
and stayed off the world’s beat…
If witches would fall in their own cauldron
with all the eyes, ears, and feet they stole,
their curses ne’er heard again, end their doctrine,
face down in mire and defeat of their souls…
then the light of the sun and the moon
and the stars and candles would burn
with a glow of happiness and swoon -
to a glorious paradise mankind would return.
10/25/2022
She wanted to wave to the Christmas train as a test.
She dressed carefully in her Sunday best.
They won’t even see you, her mother said.
You have to stay off the tracks, or you will be dead.
She agreed to stand back and wave as it came round the bend.
The conductor and engineer was a neighbor and friend.
Old Pete blew the whistle and felt his heart hop with a leap.
That granddaughter or yours is one you surely should keep!
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