A Jaw biopsy was done to determine the issue,
The Doctors first response “looks like scar tissue”.
His next question was, “have you ever been hit on the Jaw”?
In an attempt to be funny my response brought no hurrah,
“Yes, I have on a few occasions, hit a fist with my face”,
when endeavoring to put another, in what I thought, was his place.
From the lab I waited three days, then came my answer.
The Doctor quickly said Tom “You have Parotid Gland cancer”.
So cancer became the match that would set my fields on fire,
I sought the face of Jesus and once more I could easily respire.
In faith I asked Jesus, i believed, and confessed my sin,
and at that moment I felt forgiven and became born again.
Now many years and speed bumps later I still grasp his hand,
Jesus is still my captain and I’m still under his command.
.
Your steps so measured, soft and slow,
Through Irish streets where neon glows,
While I match pace, half-step behind,
Your gentle rhythm fills my mind.
Tomorrow brings your twenty-eight,
As Newbridge glows through Darragh's rain,
Like Naevis' light through darkened skies,
Where æ-dreams dance and harmonize.
Sweet Mary Grace, my Savage star,
From Milner Square to Kildare far,
Your spirit bridges every space,
My anchor home, my Mary Grace.
-
Matthew McGrory of Westchester, Pennsylvania
has the world’s largest feet.
He stands seven foot six.
His shoe is a twenty-eight and a half.
Converse company makes shoes especially for him.
He cannot buy socks though,
So his mother knits his socks.
We plunder precious planet at a pace.
Now seems we’re showing some signs of regret
As ill effects now hit us in the face?
But still our need for more land must be met,
Thus wildlife we continue to displace
When their age old habitats we target.
Now we go on depriving them of land
So that our billions further expand.
We see ourselves as Master of Nature,
So she is there to serve our every need,
To be our slave for present and future.
Perhaps our need we should admit is greed.
Am I painting a worrying picture
As our mean ways now make this planet bleed?
How long can our clever ways dominate
And what will come after COP twenty eight.
Is twenty-eight cats extensive? She asked.
We dared not speak to our Mama Masked.
She has lots of money, and no dependents yet.
If she dies, the ones who please her will be totally set.
Oh, not, I lied. Twenty-eight is not enough.
The next time I visited she had a new cat, Stuff.
They were soon joined by Twixt, Trouble and Twee.
I was beyond allergic, sneezing from my nose to my knee.
I have thirty-six kitties now, what do you think?
My face was all red, my nose was bright pink.
Surely you could bring in another two or three.
I gave her what she wanted at the expense of me.
Mental illness did not find its healing on earth
—10/31/2021 RIP
Then will the lame leap like a deer,
and the mute tongue shout for joy…
In the haunts where jackals once lay,
grass and reeds and papyrus will grow.
—Isaiah 35: 6 & 7 (portions)
DEATH COMES AT TWENTY EIGHT
Like the raven wrapped in black
Full-throttle wings above the door
Ready to drop the axe, tie the sack
A sealed body of wax on the floor
Ventriloquist sourced voice to the cattle
Knowing he won’t make it out alive
Anxiety, his society, a boombox battle
Seasoned by inner voices that thrive
Shower of baptism; but in relief he’d stagger
Family and friends anchor to keep him here
He loved them but embraced his dagger
Digging deep into the shadows and tears
Last leaves of October sprawled in mourning
Dawn and dusk calls on the same tenth month
Songwriter’s rap label came with a warning
A ten year catapult - his demons’ death
As the Lord received his son, the voices seethe
He accepted a savior, on whose bough he leans
This newborn dunked in his grave, rising to breathe
God remembers the year two-thousand seventeen
11/23/2021
Now more than ever we need to think,
because we are being conditioned not to.
Cancer at Twenty-Eight
(alive at Eighty)
Written: by Miracle Man
8/29/2019
A diagnosis of Cancer,
Had me at life’s turning point.
I sought the face of Jesus,
Believing He’d anoint.
All I saw were steep odds,
Stacked against my person.
And without divine help,
My situation would worsen.
I sought forgiveness for sin,
And was no longer a scorner.
Then God delivered me,
From a hopeless corner.
A loving God could foresee,
What was about to transpire.
That day, out of love,
He’d set my fields on fire.
Twenty eight years – oh my
So fast - they do go
From the sweet young girl I first met
To the beautiful women I now know
It just keeps getting better
Like wine – it refines
It deepens the meaning
Great things come - all in due time
Commencement – a new journey
Another stepping of a stone
New chapter – love story
Our life – rich – what a beautiful flow
Our little girl – now - moving on
Our son – what a young man
You and I together
The next stage in life – seems to be part of a divine plan
Amor fati – Latin – for the love of one’s fate
You are inseparable from my story
In fact
You are my story – wow - isn’t that great!
Enriched - knowing where we are
It’s an amalgamation of all that we do
Twenty eight years together
I look forward – to spending the rest of my life - with you
What shall I place
on page twenty-eight?
my loves, my goals, my sorrows?
I'm hoping through grace
my words (though not great)
will still ring true tomorrow
My soul flows again
from my diligent pen
and gathers my thoughts and emotions
setting in place a run-away pace
that clings to my truest devotion
For writing like this -
it's an absolute bliss
to share with the world my desires
So whatever I place
on page twenty-eight
it's with hope
that I've truly inspired
Mom was only twenty-eight when she moved in this house in 1977,
And she lived here until she moved to Sneedville, Tennessee in 2011.
Mom was beautiful at twenty-eight and she was still beautiful at sixty-four.
She would still be beautiful today but sadly, she isn't with us anymore.
When I was growing up, mom was a stay-at-home mom and that made me glad.
She devoted her time to her family instead of a job and that might make feminists mad.
But I'm happy that she was a homemaker because I was able to spend more time with her.
If I'm asked to give Mom a rating on a scale of one to ten, a ten is what I'll be proud to give her.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away at the age of 64 on March 6, 2013.]
Plaster full leg casts
protect your lovely young leg
even from itself
Twenty Eight
Twenty Eight Times
Twenty Eight Lies
Twenty Eight steps I slide down
I Had found love with a Special lady at club Twenty Eight
I Had offered her Twenty Dollars but she turned it down to only have
Twenty Eight shot of liquor pour into her mouth
Twenty Eight Times I knock on apartment Room 28 located at the corner of 2828 Dickerson St.
Twenty Eight
Twenty Eight Times
Twenty Eight Lies
Twenty Eight steps I slide down
It’s was very unfortunate situation I had called twenty times but only forward to the voicemail
Which turned into Twenty Eight text messages left unanswered
I asked her twenty Eight times just why ? She replied you are too nice kinda of guy
She was too fast she like jump from men to men like a trampoline
It’s funny this year I will turned 28
Twenty Eight
Twenty Eight Times
Twenty Eight Lies
Twenty Eight steps I slide down
Now I pick my face up from twenty eight free fall thank god I didn’t give that dancers all my money
Everything is out in the open no matter how I try to dress
it, I'm on my Adam & Eve my sins are naked so I felt as
tho I address it we all got sloppy seconds everything
nowadays is recycled, we claim we worship one God but
in America our idols look like Whitney & Micheal. And it
seems my spiritual background scares these women off,
but I removed the mask like Travolta and cage I took my
face off, this is what you wanted right? A man who's
honest passionate and open, faithful caring independent
outspoken I can't tell, but oh well maybe I serve a greater
purpose it looks like I'm destined to lead by example but
my actions say I'm selfish, you shouldn't be so open
about yourself, especially looking @ my past and the ones
I chose made my heart melt, note to self the person who
you want me to be is already taken, and almost no one
gets to be with their #1 draft pick but its evident I'm
someones favorite, I'm far from perfect but try as might
to find the perfect one for me I try to buy em with my
heart but they keep foreclosing I see...
My February birthday,
A day born into this world,
Never knowing how it'd turn out,
Like the flag of life unfurled,
Love's fate been fickle,
As to many of us,
I am sure
But carry on we must,
It's God's will that we must endure
But the highest high,
Better than drugs or love,
The Lord blessed me,
With times given from above,
To play with my friends,
In total ecstasy,
Only another musician would know,
Only a musician could see
The inner and outer goosebumps,
I got playing "Morning Dew"
If I live to be twenty-eight hundred,
I will still swear to you,
Those highs so high,
Those moments so sweet
Twenty-eight angels,
Could not compete,
And here again, Mark T shines bright,
As he brought to my home,
Such musical delight...
Sadly those days are gone,
As is my buddy,
Yet he lives on,
In sweet memories of music
Of yesterday,
Thank God I have tapes,
That I can still play
See death's barrier is brief,
We all reunite someday
down the road,
And knowledge of this,
Helps me carry my load.
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