Day and night
I keep the count right
Work and rest
Provide vigor and zest
The heart accepts the pure breeze
The mind thwarts the evil and freeze
The wonderful souls leave a lasting memory
They bring happiness, smiles and glory
I was directed towards the path unknown
Everything seemed puzzled,nothing clearly shown
It felt like a heart,so helpless
The feeling was so weird and breathless
Not a single word,left to utter
The heart shivered and shattered
It is a voice in my head
A voice by which,I am always led
With passing time, I do change
I follow the right,from a range...
I always try with the effort best
Though,at times I fail in test
I get inspired by birds flying high
Those regarded as kings of sky
I feel honored to hear my name
It's a grace,a regarded fame
It is the voice,in my head
A voice,by which,I am always led...
Endings like happily ever after must empty the vessel before the cauldron is filled, moil the foiled plot double the witches brew, constable the open air, and ensure the grasses are hewn, the total is specially K and especially after the first wave which thwarts this the souix marble, and underlings parlay.
Ebony the luxurious familiar of the old hag Hilda Hee
Laid across the spell book and refused to relinquish it to me
I had stolen away at midnight to grab up that missive too
Ebony laid around as heavy as he could be, which made me pretty blue
Bugs Bunny’s flippant relaxed attitude and what’s up doc line make him funny
Honorary Marine Master Sergeant with his own star on walk of fame, honey.
His Brooklyn accent makes his signature line terrific as does Mel Blanc’s voice.
He is a cultural icon, according to Charles, Patsy, Ted, Sarah and Joyce.
It is a hoot to watch him walk up to Elmer Fudd who is shooting up the house.
Tap him on the shoulder and say “what’s up doc?” as cool as a fed mouse.
Bugs is my total favorite although I like Woody Woodpecker and Taz a lot too.
I think Bugs is particularly exciting, because he pops up out of the blue.
Has the last line many times, and thwarts Elmer Fudd who gets crazy.
One thing for sure, the cartoonists at Looney Tunes were never ever lazy.
November 5 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on John 5-6
Key Verse – John 5:8 Jesus saith unto him, Rise, take up thy bed, and walk.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ENABLING US TO WALK
Praise be to God for enabling us to walk while making us whole:
Propelling us for progress
Perfecting us along practice
Pardoning us from perversion
Providing for us midst poverty
Protecting us against perdition
Promoting us toward prosperity
Performing in us through His power
John 6:29 Praise be to the Lord for
His works toward our:
Salvation so secure
Sweet supplication
Sanctification that is sure
Shaping midst His stability
Strength upon His sturdiness
Steadfastness in His settlement
Sufficiency along His satisfaction
Support sustained by His Scriptures
John 6:69 Praise be to the Saviour
for He is the Christ Who:
Touches our tears of toils
Turns our trials into triumphs
Treats our trust against terrors
Tests our truthfulness with truth
Trains our tenacity midst temptations
Teaches our testimony despite travails
Thwarts our twists toward thanksgiving. Amen!
November 5, 2024
Murder on the Orient Express--just?
Shorter the fuse tighten the screws,
sharper stuns the rushed, drug delays the hushed,
marker trashed refuse, clues confuse.
'Morning after sharpened scours the given,
charming entertains the witty,
earning their forthcoming thwarts admission,
forming and sorting out gritty.
Straightforward clues like manna from Heaven,
page foreword; Farmer's Almanac,
date onward, sow-reap, from whence transgression?
Came forward all, the common task.
Burdened heavily, labored the righteous,
incessantly drew in favor,
descendancy ends by the impious,
death penalty, all-signed ... waiver.
Adieu, Poirot
Neurodivergent
Those misunderstood minds,
Outsiders in unique, individual states,
Lost souls live together on islands-
each one imperfectly complete.
Mind-Hearts felt heard and seen
connect across present time and space.
Stress signals within near reach
of each one's personal space
Unhindered by void, not devoid of debris,
Life is not a vacuum, your pain in my heart...
Avoid at all costs? What would the Physician have done?
Evade life- giving difference is a loss.
It's a perfect foil for static indifference-
Thwarts typical, neurotypical judgements.
"Stand up." He said.
"Pick up your bed and walk."
"Your sins are forgiven."
Aqua M Just Musing Poems
03/02/2024.
When confronted by a blank page
the options are limitless
is this perhaps
what makes the endeavour
to fill that page
so daunting
the knowledge
that there are no limits
save for those imposed
by our own tentativeness
if we were to stretch
what is acceptable
to beyond acceptable
making our very audaciousness
acceptable
would the result be meaningful
would it hold any value
or would it be
no more
than a childish tantrum
a garish display
of self-importance
a rant lacking in substance
devoid of any depth
it is this doubt
this lack of self-belief
that thwarts our imagination
that reigns in
our free and creative spirit
our independence
why is it so
what force is at play
that makes us doubt ourselves
with such conviction.
Born into hope, a mother's
Her world, made bright for it
A cause of tears, despairing
And world's hellish despairing
To be, son did permit.
"Life are you to blame"; he roars.
Looked upon, itself, as
A bad influence. "You, life!
Thwarts what's best for one; gale-rife.
Voicing, from all sides, crass".
rotten old giant
teems with new life anyway
living in the past
a rock thwarts progress
and it also holds things up ~
location is king
a weed and a tree
all that distinguishes them ~
the passage of time
a very small vine
can bring lofty ambitions
crashing to the ground
a trail to nowhere
is so named by one who lacks
imagination
delight is highly
contagious, spread by children
unmasked in the woods
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for the UPTO YOU Poetry Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
written on 02/10/23
The shepherd doth provide for my true needs,
And stills the waters, watches while I rest.
All to His glory, I go where he leads;
Refreshed my soul, for his right way is best.
Tho' shadows loom, death's stench engulfs the air,
Or evil's presence close enough to taste,
Corrected, guided, safely in his care,
My journey easy; there's no need for haste.
He thwarts my foes, their plans awash, disjoint,
He taunts them, lets me breathe deep while I eat.
A servant host, His oil my head anoints.
My cup, past full, my joy in Him complete.
His mercy, goodness: hallmarks of sweet days,
Eternal, in His presence, voicing praise.
Nothing external can provide happiness.
Yet, it's how you view life through its rawness.
Millions of people come to us every day.
Fighting for food and relying on one pay.
Thank God that they have a roof overhead.
Dealing with finer aspects of life is a daily dread.
We all face difficulties in our strives.
Fear thwarts our efforts to sustain our lives.
Don't wait around for things to improve.
Actuate a list of everything you should prove.
Start now to promote a state of peace.
Otherwise, you won't have time to increase.
Instead, for your sanity, you need to let people go.
Carefully claim care of your health and mental ego.
They are family because they secern the button to push.
Forgiveness, letting go and moving on hush.
Blunders are affable teachers with a lifelong lesson.
Ask yourself, "What can we learn from now on?"
Deplete recent information to improve your life.
A fitter life from beauteous mistakes and strife.
Written: July 30, 2022
Healing is tricky
Everyone does it differently
A conversation with a friend
Laughter incites the endorphins
It is important to play
Negativity thwarts it
Gratitude aids in its recovery time
Keeper of the Flame
Flame born in Genesis’ labors
Springs from the eternal parent’s word,
Image of the ever present truth,
Soars above impotent earth
Lost in the swirling numb abyss
Fragile fire kindled by a vision’s flint
Bright vow intoned grows a fiery flower
Set upon a high rising hill in trust
Until the Keeper, born from dust,
Stands watch
Raptured sentinel face set against
Howling hurricanes,
That rise like screaming phantoms,
And the siroccos plan to shatter fire
Into embers with its jagged breath;
Cloaked by the chrysalis protection
The Keeper thwarts designs
To kidnap from the mountain fortress
Celestial inspiration’s blaze of grace -
And the wild Kerry dances intent to steal
Then slay bright fire
In the foul air of wicked conflagration -
With shields forged in eternity’s tinder grace,
Keeper, Guardian,
Fends off fiends of stalking chants;
A smokeless incense of inspiration rises
Forever young
A blessing kindled for the Keeper’s heart
Ambassador anointed - guardian of the eternal flame.
3-24-22
Contest: This or That
Title chosen Keeper of the Flame
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Stare all over, O World, you scarcely utter.
Bear stalwart angels to arise over the air tugger.
Odoriferous water may abscond the realm of prosily.
Such as the Goddess of Heaven perpetrates an odyssey,
Please, Lord, I pray you are aware of my plea heed.
The blunder I committed thwarts a significant need.
My wickedness is crucial to fade as it's such a bigwig.
I aspire that everyone will stay ready for the callow sprig.
My trudge to the palatial gateway has formally begun.
I'm embedded in the exacerbated curse greaten.
We embody no faith in eliciting heavenly mercy.
And will do it as soon as I can from a gallows tree.
My mighty task was a cipher accredited to splendor.
Plus, the angels yielded me their smoldering ember.
They allotted me munificently for their rare care, too.
Failed my mystical prowess to beckon them, they mellow.
Below kaleidoscopic bulwarks or in a raving creek,
In bosom nirvana, we withdrew the draughty bleak.
I earned a lasting bliss than one could dream.
And I willingly sieve to share my peaceful stream.
Written: December 15, 2021
A STRAND (DEC 26) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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