‘The Former Things Will Not Be Called To Mind’ Does it swirl like a cesspool in wasteful whirl: the life you led in youth or wicked choices you foolishly made in your mind relived daily as a twisted tragedy a tornado nightmare instead of enjoying days and nights as a gem precious treasured as a … More ‘The Former Things Will Not Be Called To Mind’

If Only Alive! (contest The Joy of Living) Asleep I dream… laughter. Screams. Various themes unconsciously of lived or feared– Realities. Awake I stream life through seasons seen… death in winter, life in spring beauty of fall and all the fun that summer brings. Alone or with slow or swift I enjoy it all… after … More If Only Alive!

Soon . . . Just YOU Being You, With All Our Various Hues Hey! What are you?… Black, White, Latino too? Who’s your mom, dad, grandparents? Which side do you choose? Curious… Why?… Who sets the rules? DNA crosses human lines because Adam and Eve held eggs for us all to look different. Matter-of-fact, Is … More Soon . . . Just YOU Being You, With All Our Various Hues

Soon . . . Just YOU Being You, With All Our Various Hues Hey! What are you?… Black, White, Latino too? Who’s your mom, dad, grandparents? Which side do you choose? Curious… Why?… Who sets the rules? DNA crosses human lines because Adam and Eve held eggs for us all to look different. Matter-of-fact, Is … More Soon . . . Just YOU Being You, With All Our Various Hues

[ {Sandwiched ] Sandwiched as an Oreo between lack of kindness of inhumane kind? Ooze real sweetness developed through prayer, study, meditation, good association– Divine. Then maybe the outer casings will as a cookie crumble slide right off your compliant spine. Whatever the outcome continue to let your inner feelings stay soft and delightful. Let … More

A Truism as Boss . . . One Must ‘Count the Cost’ Reasoning ability, sound, keeps one grounded when a storm threatens our lives. Safety, we’ve found it. Profound, Christ’s advice: First count the actual cost. Expounded, he, of tragedy: Unfinished–Lost. There one kneels confounded: Why did I not succeed? Onlookers surrounding them. Harsh, in … More A Truism as Boss. . . You Must Count the Cost

Voices to touch tenderly flesh; strings emotions strung taut plucked to vibrate your heart play it as a harp start tears, stop your breathing; you pause in awe then exhale from beautiful musical sounds– vocal cords trembling strong soft mimicking lovely windy whispers rocky rivers thundering falls all gifts from our Greatest Composer. Watching the … More Voices

Sunrises glorious, bright unveiled. Moons too divide time spun. Darkness falls. Night. When wild animals roam. Then sun again rises; tilted blinds for light; sight. So man goes to work mourning until dawn frightened. * Yet, Sun rises. Tomorrows. Beginnings. Endings. Dew evaporates. Dew renews. Between ascents descents– sheers. Horrors. Delights. 50 words Curtain in … More Curtains

Dream Away Today’s Realities (contest 100th contest – build a dream – Nunoftferreira) Dream away today’s sadistic reality of victim’s harrowing cries. Created by suffocation while beaten because of hateful lies. Plastic sealed by tape with hands bound helpless behind. Stripped naked, doused with water shocked with stun guns for two hours of steadfast lives. … More Dream Away Today’s Realities

‘Death, Where Is Your Sting?’ (contest What is Death? – Sue k Green) How deep is your sleep where you dare not dream six feet or not under stumbling global unsure feet where dark is totally to you silent though overhead a world screams daily moaning and groaning although many are still able to enjoy … More ‘Death, Where Is Your Sting? ‘