The old book lies open
as if it finally gave up
trying to hold its spine straight.
A faint mustiness rises~
not unpleasant, just honest.
Someone left wildflowers on the page,
thin stems crossing the margin
like they wandered in
and didn’t bother to leave.
A few petals rest on the sentence
that once meant something important.
Raindrops cling to the blossoms,
small bright beads
that look as though the sky
paused long enough
to add its own commentary.
The words underneath don’t complain;
they simply share the space,
letting the flowers speak
in their quiet, wordless way.
For a moment,
the whole thing feels accidental
and perfectly right~
a story meeting what grows
without needing permission.
CHERRY PIE
I’m sitting here in my cool room
On a quiet rainy day
Spending my time reading
Thinking about Cherry pie
I’m feeling sleepy
Haven’t had much to eat
Cat is fast asleep in my recliner
I’m walking in my neighborhood
I’m letting my thoughts drift
I’m walking too far
I want to go back
I’m feeling lonely
Yesterday the sky was pale and grey
All I can see is a red cherry tree
I’m thinking about warm pie
Pie in the morning evening and night
But all I see a lonely pie tree
Cherry Pie so pretty the filling so hot and delicious
The fruit right off a tree
Cherry Pie fly here to me
And land in my kitchen
Be golden brown and hot
I could eat the whole thing
But the fruit of the filing
Is just so hard to find-I love Cherry Pie!
The We in THEY
the I in MI
The Uno Number One
it who talked about
it's all about them
It you It's me
it's us
THE WHOLE THING!
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Kiss me One hundred times
call me your man....Hold up!
We looking for Bookings and Dates!
What ya'll wanna hear?
What we gonna sing!
Inspiration and motivation
might money do it's thing!
Lemonade in the shade
That's right my Freind
we wanna get paid!
Music we got that!
Style that aint but ah thing!
We gonna write song beautiful Lyrics
get right when we sing!
ooh's in the right place
verse and chorus on track
Doo wee whoomp
whoompah ditty doo that!
Leader of the Band
Star of the show
Backgrounds forgrounds
Lady let me know!
Kiss me One Hundred times.
Hold me close
Say your mine.
We goona say this one more time
Money will get us there!
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Tis:Tis, that: that
I'm what you want
Me: that's where it's at!
Backbeat thats neat
Shuffle feel
see thats real
Justifacation of his ACTS
Gully washer
Buckeroo
Call me We got
all that!
There once was a lion named Brian
Who really just wouldn’t stop cryin’
He had a sore tummy
And wanted his mummy
The whole thing was really quite trying.
Purim summons up images of clowns
merrymaking, painting the town
Costumes galore, theatrical skits
singing, dancing to the music and more…
2,490 years ago Jews trembled in their boots
a sword suspended over their heads
Expecting by what is now Purim
to wake up stone cold dead
Saved at the last moment by Esther their queen
the whole thing seems a faraway dream
Yet of a sudden – Today – in the land of date-palms
Iran hits the Jews with missiles and bombs
We Israelis * may not have an Esther
But we believe in God with all of our heart
We stand together, brothers and sisters in arms
~ Bent but not broken, Iran can never tear us apart
__________________________________________________________
*I am an Israeli citizen as well as a citizen of the USA.
Lies, words, truth —
three pillars of trust.
One used at the wrong time
can make the whole thing tremble.
So we invent a fourth pillar:
impeachment.
Not for law,
but for a heart
that trusted you with the structure.
But a building can’t stand on two pillars.
It only shakes —
harming the one who broke it
and the one still trying to hold it up.
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In the attic of the mind, where dust is made of whispers,
I found a book whose spine had never cracked~
its pages stiff with sleep, its ink still dreaming.
Chapter One began with half a sentence,
trailing off like train smoke in the wind.
Chapter Two was just a stain of coffee,
a ghost of something bitter, almost sweet.
And there, between the lines I couldn’t read,
my fingers brushed a footnote, soft as moth wings:
This is where you left the words you meant to say.
I held it up—the whole thing sighed apart,
scattering syllables like startled sparrows.
Oh what a mockery is the church of England..With its un-holy trinity.' Has
Beens..Or never beens in fact? where
A man, called a king is the head.'
Was andrew the second in command?
With an arch-bishop the third person
No wonder the whole thing is dead..'
A festering mass, of false teachings
Leperous liturgys; and sour coffe
mournings.!
Take me back to when I was free
Growing up took from me everything
Just give me back the happy key
To climb a tree or scrape our knee
To be the highest on the swing
Take me back to when I was free
Growing up takes the fun that's free
It will fight till it pulls the string
Just give me back the happy key
Watching loved ones go hurts to a degree
It's a part of getting old, the whole thing
Take me back to when I was free
Getting older ends the wild spree
You watch things pass and leave, it'll sting
Just give me back the happy key
You'll miss your childhood like you do the tree
The pain will fly at you full swing
Take me back to when I was free
Just give me back the happy key
She got you singing the best song she ever heard in her life
Just thinking about her was enough to make you smile
You keep thinking "I can't really believe that she's mine"
Everything just turned out to be a surprise.
After so many years of being a friend
You could buy her the best wears in latest trend
You could barely close your eyes while lying on your bed
And then you got the whole stadium singing about her, yes!
Oh! What an incredible feeling
When you're with her, you're barely thinking
Looking at the stars, she's with you all night
Describing the feeling is hard, but it was indeed sublime!
Oh! What a feeling of extreme ecstasy!
You couldn't bare to look away for a minute
This feelings, you're sure would never wear off
You were determined to do it whatever the cost
She also was always flabagasted
She also wished the whole thing lasted
She seemed to be the brightest diamond in life
And she'll forever be your treasure in the sky!
My husband passed last night around 10:20
No arrangements have been made yet, but we will probably decide this morning
He was really confused for the last 24 hours before his death
The whole thing has not really hit
I will need your prayers for strength for the days ahead
God is still in control, and He is my support
Praying friends add an extra layer
I've had this spool of wire for nearly 20 years.
And I’m almost out of it.
Sure, people may look at it and be confused at my sadness.
They’ll ask why I’m so fixated on this spool of wire.
But, inside my head I just keep thinking to myself.
I’ve had this spool of wire for nearly 20 years, and now?
I’m almost out of it.
Sure its tightly wound, held together tightly by the forces that be,
The whole thing under tension unless I’m near people I trust to unravel it.
But I’ve- I’ve had it for almost 20 years.
Now I’m almost out of it.
And- I’m looking down at it, the same way I did 20 years ago and just-
It’s almost gone.
This wire,
This steel straight I’ve had for 20 years,
This.
Lifeline.
It’s almost gone.
Sure theres some rust on the underside,
Sure there’s cuts in places from when I got mad or upset-
But
It's almost gone.
And it’s stupid, I know it is,
But- I looked up to this spool,
This thing I always had.
I realized I had it in my mind that it would always be here.
Now its clear it won’t be one day.
And- I’ll need to get a new one,
With the knowledge it’ll also run out, 20 years from now.
carney has banned garlic harvesting from farmers lands..well maybe no shadow exists.? Is that why the 'cease and desist?'
It seems he's into extraction.? Maybe he
Fears garlics actions..And its all hallows as well.? I think this whole thing smells.?
Time was designed by the mind,
You have defined it the whole time,
I'm here to remind you,
That rewinding is true,
Using the future you,
Gleaning from what you went through.
Keeping true to your experience,
You catch a glance of the past,
Blast into your present,
A gift in disguise,
As you grow wiser in chance meetings.
You greeting you,
Fleeting moments,
Events flow through currents,
Currently based on your perception,
A conception of perspective.
Interacting with the collective,
Effectively seeing,
The truth of your being,
Creating this whole thing,
Time is a string,
Attaching you to this dimension.
Traveling lesson after lesson,
As life keeps progressing,
Memories holding blessings,
As feelings fill the space,
Chasing nostalgia,
Staging your presence,
As your essence travels through,
The infinite nature within you.
Dearest Tenser:
Told you I would write you about the weekend.
Pray for them flood peoples and all. But got some news for ya.
She used a chrt to list the men she'd been with. We sat in the dining hall listen to her presentation. It was right before the BBQ.
She went inside and started cooking. Acting like everything was done on tth grill. I didn't say anything when people arived, holding my tougne. That Gal from Dizzies showed up. Dressed like a street thang. Netted jacket, netted pants. "A show stopper one peice", we told her to put Duct tape over the Specail treats cause our men freinds were here. She did it. Got mad when some one said something about it. Well back to thee BBQ. Miss Thang did the cooking. Had Short ribs with wine sauce potatoes and mushrooms. It was good. She cooked the short ribs in the crock pot for six hourss
and smoked a BBQ sauce on the smoker
and and tossed the ribs in
when her company arrived.
Acting like the whole thing was done
outside.
I stood laughing at her
write me back:I gonna meddle into why these pole choose us to be audeince to them.
Sincerly Your Tenser
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