CONVEYING VITALITY-:-
universal
laments
shadow
individual
motifs
of FLEEING FORTUNES
endure
wearisome
struggles
engaging
existence
within OUR NATURES
occupying
burgeoning
themed
anachronistic
scenes
after "Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay.
after poem: A Pulse Is Bound To Wane
A pulse is bound to wane,
red rhythm vibes in vein.
A stream-bed’s liquid power
still stirs when mood turns dour.
But beats do follow beats,
like cleats on city streets,
‘til red sun siphons west
throb beneath my breast.
To celebrate seventy seven revolutions round the sun
it was decided that seven point seven kilometres he would run
To ensure it was a task he could successfully complete he rehearsed the total distance
easily covered the the run, jogging bare feet
Would such an exercise been possible when he was age twenty ??
not likely, such a sloth !!!
Now aged seventy seven he is bursting with energy aplenty
So what's the secret of this total age reversal
No alcohol, no coffee, no tea, organic food that is always raw
This free recipe is available to one and all
make some changes, see what life may have in store
There are many other secrets for long life impunity
Resist viruses, bacteria, build muscles, exercise the mind as well
leads to natural self regulated immunity
One of the vices that pulls all healing back
is what exists at the end of the dinner table fork
Eliminate old habits, start a new found daily practice
that includes at least, a routine daily walk
I feel and see your love—
how you tend to the world
that too often withholds return—
how even in your own storms
you reach outward,
checking the pulse of others
even as your own pain
pressures in.
Your resilience is not noise,
not the crash of waves,
but the quiet strength
of a butterfly—
purple softness catching light,
wings still fluttering
even when torn by fierce weather.
You remind me
that care is an art form—
in every animal you nurture,
in every friend you hold
from drifting away.
The poet within you,
the self you feel has dimmed,
is still alive—
strengthening others,
strengthening me.
I may not always say it,
but your presence steadies me—
your efforts do not go unseen.
You are valued—deeply—
today and always.
None of you has died—
you live yet still—
your love carried on every flower,
every heart
you land upon.
Where is the sun hiding
I’m in dire need of a recharge
~ soak in its vital energy
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Awakened, I returned. A stream in Spring
to flow and grow on nature’s snow-melt milk.
I came to be of earth and sky; a fling.
My sire, a winter storm. Like liquid silk
emerging, I was born; a water child.
Between two banks I nestled with my dreams
and bloomed a gangly creek ‘til solstice. Wild
I played, not meek but sleek. I crested seams,
a juvenile with snaky curves and speed.
Mid June rebellion, ripples bared, I’d run
as sweet as rum and swelled with rain, (a)greed;
the gasoline with which my wish was spun.
By August dusk, a river woman reigned!
Oh, stars—those studs—did rise, as if ordained.
Rhythmical pulsing instrument of life
beat of its own; strong
love being the power of its vitality
Verily do I separate myself from her celestial face; seems thorough that symbolically setting the tune
For a ceremony of God's grace
Acting only by reacting to what's enate
As if I've been lifted skyward to God's plate
To rule over all that God's created
With a kiss from her lips
She seduces all man's passions
No should I miss your warming embrace
I've subdued my passions
A visionaries vitality
The betrayal offences rendered on us daily unsettles swiftly progress.
They simmer and stir and spread.
Resentment, unforgiveness lead us to revenge.
Bitterness spreads so contagiously like a disease.
Infests and infecting all within reach.
God’s guidance keep my emotions in check.
Clear my heart of all distress.
As I mediate on your love and goodness
As feelings seem to resurface.
I seek your forgiveness,
You so graciously give.
Living with compassion and easily forgiving
is a commitment we must make.
VITALITY
encapsulates
celebrates
innovation
hurtling
pell-mell
straight towards
an encounter
with
the viewer
veering
en route
in
movement
one to another
between
wrong turns
a restlessness
some haste
is
detected
& is
understandable
part
of this
zest
underwhelming
feels peculiarly
unfamiliar
in
an encounter
so brief
an
excursion
disjointedly
underplayed
I don’t know how to negotiate the long steep trail
with hidden scorpions under loose rocks
at home with human muck in a valley existence
strolling upward through a thicket of TV images
politics of glory, garbage and god
the odd arts of money, hierarchy and control
nobody knows who unmakes whom
I don’t know how to follow the ridges
back to the trail and the dead river
but stand for a moment to rub the sand from my feet
before worrying about the lost vitality and fear
of the approaching night and rising smoke
dissolving in the sky or conspiring with elements
hardly in balance but contorting the psyche
I don’t know what is there for me to hope
when the rains rejuvenate and flood both
the repulsive stench and the loss of pathways
linger longer than the flavor of the first drops
under the tree the puddle feeds no sparrows
but algae that couldn’t dry now trap tiny souls
that fail to swell with heaven’s breath
R K Singh
God be praised and thanked for Sis. Vita de Leon's testimony.
Vitality of life everlasting, verily vibrant
Indeed God's gift freely received and imparted
Thankful to optimize gladly, sharing with triumph
Affirming assurance of the Lord, praise-filled always.
Devoted servant* of Christ, trusting Him Daily
Eager to fulfill the Master's will by His enabling
Loving wife, mother, sister, teacher...virtuous lady
Enthusiastic through the Holy Spirit's empowerment
Obedient to the Almighty midst stewardship opportunities
Nurturing along faith-ministry roles, Scripturally nourished.
*Only fear the Lord, and serve him in truth with all your heart: for consider how great things he hath done for you.
Dear Ate Vita,
A very blessed birthday to you. We thank the Lord for your life.
June 15, 2022
Oh, how I love vitality!
The fresh green leaves upon a tree
Tiny little sprouts of green
Light blue flowers, barely seen
A promising, small, tender shoot
Little hairs upon a root
The sound of gladly clapping leaves
As the breeze blows through the trees
The bright and lovely days of spring
The birds that from their perches sing
A darling little baby’s cry
Birds that sail the great blue sky
The sun that rises in the morn
A bright pink rose, just newly born
Blossoms shining white or pink
The brush of flush upon a cheek
A mewing cat, a wagging dog
Squirrels swiftly rushing to a log
A tiny newborn after birth
A pretty smile, laughs of mirth
Little girls with their hair all done
Little boys just having fun
A vibrant, joyful, echoing song
The feeling as you run along
A mind that works to find a sum
The hope inside of things to come
The waves ascending from the sea
Oh, how I love vitality!
B-rutality
R-emains
E-nemy's
N-otorious
D-eed
A-trociously
L-iquidating
Y-our
N-atural
V-itality
I-nside
A-s
D-isease
A-pplies
N-astiness
Topic: Birthday of Brenda Lyn P. Viadan (April 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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