Empowered am I
Change of ideals
Knots to untie
The positive reveals
So much to do
No time to waste
Create an opus too
No cut and paste
I read and digest
Then spell out
A hypotesis to test
The title to shout
Will they read?
The ideas, new
A hybrid seed
For only a few
Let's start at home
Follow me, please
The rest can roam
Late, sagacity, seize
P=People live their life one day,
A=After the other.
T=Tests come in different shapes and sizes.
T=Today will be gone soon,
E=Emerging a new day of challenges.
R=Ready to run the race to the end,
N=Never giving up, Amen.
Oh we do love the game called cricket
That’s played on a grassy turf wicket
But with 10 mills of grass
It requires more ass than class
Just don’t buy a day 3 ticket.
It was a brief Boxing Day Test
One unlike all the rest
Without twists and turns
We’d already retained The Urn
It would only last 2 days at best.
Bradman’s turning in his grave
For the grand old game we couldn’t save
The game we once loved so well
Has turned into a sport they play in hell
What was once a king is now a slave.
It’s with a heavy heart I say unto you
Goodbye, auf wiedersehen and adieu
Test cricket will never be the same
We just witnessed the death of the game
Bazball’s bastard child finally came through.
there was a young lass named May
whose parents thought a virgin she would stay
one day she missed
then took a test
and said oops I'm in a family way
The best answer to any question
~ It depends
God's court has many in line, some want to proceed and live like fine wine.
God's court has many cases, some are waiting and waiting for judgment to pass.
God's court is a place where we find out how we did in life.
God's court is a place that has many looking at us and our life.
God's court will give us notice on our good and bad we accomplished in life.
We are tested each day in this life, adding a page to our life, good and bad.
We are also tempted with so much stuff, like money and love and all the stuff that we want.
In the end, when our earthly body dies, we go to God's court to have our life analyzed.
So, pray and forgive, try our best to be good.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
(“Original Mind”, 2017, original encaustic mixed medium)
You sit me down and tell me to stay
You have me stand beyond endurance
You have me walk all night until the dawn
And only then find rest.
What is there you want,
What is there I will not do,
What is there that awaits in gift
When all is asked for and so given?
The scent of a rose, is sweet and obvious
And yet has no way to know but in the smelling
Same for the joy of loving
And the pain of losing
Without the knowing they are but words.
(1/4/26)
Those BazBull bro’s kills what they said they'd save
Chill pill drills ho’s cheap thrills all traditions waive
Rave it's their fave the oldest format what they crave
Pretend that cricket lite ..might a bright future pave
Defend rascals debacles in Oz really was a close shave
Righto was sh*te say goodnight barmy tsunami wave
Did cave in hosts through thick & thin everything gave
So goodbye to the superfly lie cheerio the final wave
All a slave to T20 noble sort of this global sport a knave
Can't stave off woes depraved way they did play.. behave
Smarmy army hell bent heaven sent Tests to their grave
I hate a promise never kept
A word that's made, then broken
A handshake that is offered up
As merely just a token
I despise a person who
Is void of common grace
Who gives a gift, with intent
To throw it in my face
One who thinks they’re better
Superior to the rest
Then falls apart when circumstances
Puts them to the test
Chorus
The one who's never wrong
But never gets it right
One who runs and hides
When, there's a righteous fight
The one that puts you down
When it's you who’s really trying
The same that sits and laughs
When you’re on your knees and crying
Instrumental
I despise a person who
Is void of common grace
Who gives a gift, with intent
To throw it in my face
One who thinks they’re better
Superior to the rest
Then falls apart when circumstances
Puts them to the test
Chorus
The one who's never wrong
But never gets it right
One who runs and hides
When, there's a righteous fight
The one that puts you down
When it's you who’s really trying
The same that sits and laughs
When you’re on your knees and crying
Bucolic frolic or supersonic & demonic
Alcoholic demands in the stands vitriolic
Iconic rollick or quite simply HEADonic
England so shambolic at fans’ behest
So chronic plans for a Baz Ball inquest
Ironic still curious why the rest are furious
Spurious contest they know which way’s best
Histrionic tease they jest please don’t be a pest
Scorn who’ve worn the Lions crest on their chest
Suggest fire’s the ire…ferocity of pomposity detest
Tire of dire quagmire but we’re blessed with a zest fest
Everyone complains about the vain inane campaigns
Disdain of the stain of their refrain just won’t restrain
Pain again explain is plain what does pertain to a Test
Ashes conquest no longer a contest our own Everest
We frown they clown around go to town double down
How very dare you review from your pew not impressed
We guessed they quickly confessed only one way remains
We’re profane..they’re insane our hopes down the drains
They insult with this cult as Baz Ball without Brains reigns.
I’m not grieved getting scorched in fire,
Getting cut, scratched nor be my ire,
If at all, greatest pain is this:
Getting weighed with seeds-- grief so dire.
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Translation | 34.09.2025 | gold, grief, fire
Note: Pure gold was once asked if it grieves getting scorched in fire during its purification process. Its obvious answer was no. Nobles and great souls always have to pass the test of fire. It then said further, if there indeed is some pain, it is getting weighed with the lowly red seeds. In olden days red and black seeds (gunja or ratti, Abrus precatorius plant) were used in India to weigh ornaments by goldsmiths. Transliteration of the Subhaashhitam follows:
Agni-daahe na me duhkham, chede na nikarshane vaa |
Yat tat eva mahaa-duhkham, gunjayaa saha tolanam ||
ready for black belt test
green is the arena
protected by aura
fairy umbrella dewed
like teddy
eddy whorls
but steady
spready tail
winning wed
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No I'm not stumped by a Cricket test
so here's my pitch
which creased me up it's my best
by the contender
who hit one for six the incumbent he
who shall not be named
(begins with 'T')
was bowled over and out
in 2020
of that there is no doubt
for by all scores
and there were plenty
(more than 81 million votes take note)
and what's more
based on his batting average
as a matter of fact
the latter was on a sticky wicket
and as for his later behaviour
no it's just not cricket
A blood test is never pleasant,
You have to be fasting, drink only water,
Move to the laboratory early in the morning
Say hello to unknown nurses,
It is necessary to endure an injection in the arm,
Watch your blood gush like a river
To fill, one, two or three test tubes,
Some sick people pass out,
But the hardest part starts when you leave,
We must wait for the results, good or bad,
So better not to think about it too much,
Go to the cinema to see a good movie.
A blood test is a headache.
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