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days are melting fast into fallen colors
splattered like an abstract painting
upon the pavement no longer hot
I can walk bare foot without blisters

but the sunlight still stings
almost white skin and pale eyes
deepened with sadness
not wishing to say goodbye

as roses still bloom in bunches
waiting to poke us with thorns
reminders they too shall wither
into what the weather brings

savoring the last of beach days
rough sticky sand on floor mats
salt frozen inside sex wax
and the smell of seasons fade

one into the other recklessly
without so much as a goodbye
when I didnt even get a kiss hello
and summer is over again
 
Its about 3:40am est and I cant sleep. I have to be up by 6am for work. Ugh, insomnia cha-cha-ditty ditty choo-choo ca choo. Or something like that. My head is filled with all sorts of racing nonsense from "is that dress I bought nice enough for my friends wedding', to "I wonder if my clothes will come clean with half the laundry soap cause I have two loads to do and not enough", to "is that hurricane coming gonna hit us", to "why did God make the sky blue"? So here I am rambling on here and in my head on this fine Monday morning.

I like my new face cream as my skin feels silky. I dont like the toothpaste Ive been using, cause it could taste better. My feet need another good scrub. So does the kitchen floor. I cant wake everyone else up. The tv would be too loud. Blah Blah Blah.

Oh the thoughts in the mind of a woman whom cant sleep. Maybe I can solve the worlds greatest problems.... lol
 
sweet little birdie outside my window
do you have a song to sing just for me?
is it to share with another sparrow
or that flying black and yellow bee?

tweet tweet to you too pretty little thing
how I love melodies in this sunset
enjoying your special song as it rings
leaving out some seed like a little debt

I also hear fluttering of your friends
landing in the glorious elm close by
in chorus together as music blends
sweeping through with a hello then goodbye

missing my dearest callers already
t'was a loving and kind visit indeed,
making sure I gazed quiet steady
your soul tunes were exactly what I need ~


thank you Father in the name of your Son Jesus Christ
for your beautiful creations on earth
and the ones you choose to share with me

watch over all my brothers and sisters in Christ
may you answer their prayers according
to your love mercy compassion and grace
and their personal needs which inly you can hear
their private groaning through the spirit
given freely unto us through your Son
for which we are eternally thankful
thank you Father thank you
Amen
 
good afternoon y'all~
hello to those whom might be interested
had that hand surgery
hurts to type but so be it
not as much as it did
before surgery

have not taken pain meds
its blues black and shades
of howling smoky vibes
I wasnt suppose to get it wet
so I imagine a doc visit
would be good aye?

I will drive my laser blue Jeep :)
enjoy that thing alrighty
I will do the clinic
so they can bandage it
the right way yanno
cause its kinda ghetto now

say a prayer for me if ya wanna
I will send this one for all reading me-
hugs and love to my peeps in Christ
I be a little bored but happy
maybe I will write more
maybe not... lol


Father in the name of your Son Jesus Christ~ help those whom need physical and heart healing.
Sometimes the flesh needs to heal so the spirit can. Neglecting ourselves doesnt help anyone.
Might those whom need forgiving receive it, as well as those whom need to forgive grant it.
You have put in my heart today Father for us to remember to love one another unconditionally,
as Christ loves us. We cant choose our relatives on earth, but we do have our body of believers.
Sometimes thats all we need in times we struggle the most. Might we also remember all good things
are from you, and be thankful even for tribulations knowing we have the hope of heaven.

Amen.
 
Did I ever post this here? Its an oldie I found on my FB, posted in 17'. Had to have been written earlier, maybe 16' ?

thinking of things I forgot to say loud
I mumble under my breath quietly
is red white and blue the home of the proud
at one time it was the land of the free,

now violence is the same hurricane
and shooting people a forest fire
front pages report the insanity
as the secrets wallow in the mire,

I pledge of allegiance to this my flag
as others choose to burn or ignore it
battered blood red it is not just a rag
old glory flies for those that seem unfit,

my land I love I will still stand for you
after this and more still red white and blue~


Seems kinda appropriate for me that I found it on my page with whats been going down.
We the people dont have to like it. What happened to political change through protesting?
Theres just too much cool aid to choose from today, complete with free sparkly samples.
 
thenami said:
Did I ever post this here? Its an oldie I found on my FB, posted in 17'. Had to have been written earlier, maybe 16' ?

thinking of things I forgot to say loud
I mumble under my breath quietly
is red white and blue the home of the proud
at one time it was the land of the free,

now violence is the same hurricane
and shooting people a forest fire
front pages report the insanity
as the secrets wallow in the mire,

I pledge of allegiance to this my flag
as others choose to burn or ignore it
battered blood red it is not just a rag
old glory flies for those that seem unfit,

my land I love I will still stand for you
after this and more still red white and blue~


Seems kinda appropriate for me that I found it on my page with whats been going down.
We the people dont have to like it. What happened to political change through protesting?
Theres just too much cool aid to choose from today, complete with free sparkly samples.
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Hello thenami;

I salute your post and stand in accord with you.

I was watching a couple of soccer matches and during the national anthems I saw a love for country from both opposing teams despite the differences within and outside.

I find my desire for Christ is my witness despite these times in my country. In John 4:23-24, 23 But the hour is coming, and is now here, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for the Father is seeking such people to worship him. 24 God is spirit, and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth.”

God allows me to love my country while walking in obedience to Him and this includes worshiping in the spirit and in truth of the New Testament Revelation.

God bless you, sister, and thank you for sharing.
 
its a wonder how God speaks to me
cause he is right here by my side constantly
so are you listening? or are you talking?
there is more than praise or prayer
I take heed to these feelings
no matter how illogical they seem
it is not always intuition but the spirit
gifted within us all so I tune into that
and find peace~ ox'
 
time does NOT heal all wounds in this world
scars left behind might become bearable
but they remain even if hidden under a garment
sometimes as fresh as the day of affliction
so I still embrace the pain and feel the sorrow
that come and go like the oceans tide
for they remind me I too shall come to pass
and my flesh will turn back into the soil
from whence they were originally made
as my soul rests eternal with our Father
in heavenly places with His Son Jesus Christ~
 
thenami said:
time does NOT heal all wounds in this world
scars left behind might become bearable
but they remain even if hidden under a garment
sometimes as fresh as the day of affliction
so I still embrace the pain and feel the sorrow
that come and go like the oceans tide
for they remind me I too shall come to pass
and my flesh will turn back into the soil
from whence they were originally made
as my soul rests eternal with our Father
in heavenly places with His Son Jesus Christ~
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Hello thenami;

Your poem reminded me of a loss this week. But as you ended with "as my soul rests eternal with our Father in heavenly places with His Son Jesus Christ~"

Eternal rest means no more devastation, heartbreaks and bodily pain. Our friend has a strong faith and am sure the Lord is well pleased.

God bless you, sister, and your family.
 
thankful to be back to work
even though my hand aches
I was getting bored at home
so I will do my best
and try to complete tasks
in a timely manner
with my usual smile
you can see in my eyes
cause theses masks
really do bite the big one

time for bed at 8pm?
when we were kids
we hated that fact
now I find any excuse
to go rest and try to sleep
lets hope I can get a few
zzz hours in before dawn
as insomnia pain or other crud
knocks on my eye lids
saying AWAKE...

ox' y'all
 
when I was a little girl I would go shopping in Manhattan
holding tightly to my mothers hand or her garment always
I was taught the world was a dangerous place filled with evil
as the tools for survival were slowly eaten like small snacks
we would ride the clang clanging number 7 into Penn Station
and go to her favorite store in the whole world she just loved

coming to America on a ship all the way from Europe by herself
getting a job learning to speak English establishing a career
there is an old crystal necklace in my wooden carved jewelry box
that she purchased with her first paycheck in this new country
from that very place on 34th famously known as Macy's
there really is magic there if you have ever had the pleasure

we would go from floor to floor in that giant store she knew well
some of the elevator operators knew her name and would greet us
from that time my bell bottom got stuck in the old wood escalators
we looked at the latest home decorations and designer fashions
as she doodled away on pieces of paper bags making notes
writing measurements and making clothes pattern sketches

being a studied fine art with a degree in graphic design technology
I always wondered why I was never interested in sewing
guess a paint brush fit me better or beading with tiny gemstones
but I never truly appreciated her creative talents till I was older
and could comprehend exactly what that meant to us both
my mom was tough would say she could chew on iron to live

anyway back to where I was going with all of this reminiscing
we would then walk for blocks with me sometimes in a cart
she had a small folding thing for groceries brought along
on these adventures we went on going from warehouse
to another warehouse riding in this rickety squeaky thing
slam bam and not a single thank you mam anyplace for sure

this was the rude crudeness of city life I was endlessly warned about
but in giant store rooms my mother found her greatest treasures
which spread across the cracked floors and filthy caged windows
were giant bolts of fabrics in every color and type you could imagine
and she knew exactly where to find what for every project
being she worked in the garment district before having children

everything in our home that could be sewn was made by her
from the finest sheer lace curtains to the woven tapestry slip covers
the embroidered linen table cloths and the matching napkins
even the seat cushions on the kitchen chairs were all sewn
on the old Singer that sits silently in my front room now like a ghost
I miss her and the fabulous treasures she chose to grace us with

when I was in high school we would go to Macys and get my clothes
we would find many things in their famous sales racks we could afford
but those gems like a Chanel suit Gucci blouse or Halston
she would copy the pattern of for me and find fabric close enough
to make me the dress or outfit I so coveted and even use a label
cleverly taken off something old in her own closet from long ago

this holiday season I miss her dearly and our adventures
I miss her with my children little like I was doing the same things
I miss the magic that is New York during the holidays
I miss the magic of Macys creeping through every floor
last time I went with my youngest and bought her Michael Kors
black sleek heels with a gold bold emblem and a white blouse...

but most of all I miss the magic of my Mom
 
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there they are laying on the floor in the garage
forsaken for the filthy things they have become
smelly moldy mildew fills their insides all too well
like an old friend that knows too much about them

sometimes they were muddy wet cold but worn
remembering how they once could save the day
it seemed in a distant past before being used up
discarded where they landed and remained quiet

if only someone cared enough to give them a chance
to breathe new life into an old battered thing
like the gift of our Savior Jesus Christ did for us
he found me when I was lost through love

so it is my time to share the very same with these
stinking leather gloves that I should throw away
but instead I washed them in hot saddle soap
and stitched together the many holes and tears

the scars of wear in this world remain on the outside
just like mine do where everyone can see them
now we both smell much better and can work
doing the job we were created to do all over again
 
I guess I better rhyme
maybe make it on time
with a measured meter
saying hello greeter
to prove I can do it
a few words as I sit
six feet per line indeed
without poetic greed
just a wee little write
before my lunch I bite
no iambic needed
with my words now seeded


(12 lines, six couplets)
 
When I try to write,
Like all you cosmic wordsmiths,
I fumble about in my mind
Wondering what to write and what could sound silly.

Its the block.
What do I write.?
Nothings coming up so I just shut up and paste everything with a smily.

They are the Joys of the Lord that just tumbles out and can’t sit still as words elude me.

Blessings to all you poets😊😊😊😊😊😊😂😂
 
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