It’s summer in Georgia, yeah, it’s warm.
In high school, they said Shakespeare
once called Georgia, "sulfurous and hot."
He wasn’t wrong.
The careless sky is letting in all of the heat.
We saw a TV news crew chasing a lone cloud.
The humidity is so thick, that the air is too dense for lungs,
but we bought a tool at Home Depot that cuts it into usable pieces.
Today’s ‘Webster word of the day’ is “glade,” which is funny, because
if you see an animal in a glade, it’s probably dead from the heat.
I saw a bird in flight burst into flames when it drifted from the safe shadows.
If you want me, I’ll be in the pool - or a friend’s pool. I taught Lisa
an old southern saying, “Lawdy Miss Scarlet, it’s hot out HE-ya.”
I love summer’s honest freedom.
My motto for the next two weeks is:
“Don’t give up on your dreams - keep sleeping.”
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A song for this:
Don’t forget the sun by the explorers club
Don’t worry baby by Carrie Elkin
Immeasurable is the growth possible in being understood
An acorn takes decades to produce usable hardwood
A pupil of hard lessons am I, just as anyone else should
Professors in my life range from classroom to hood
Each of them instrumental in looking past evil for good
But none have ever fully grasped, what I've withstood
I'm human, I make mistakes just as anyone else would
I'd take them all back along with others' pain if I could
When axes swing, integrity will be left where I stood
Who does not live to serve
does not fit to be a life companion.
After all, what is unserviceable,
is not usable...
Bias has for animals better named Beasts:
Creatures that could us shake in strong seats
They are the ones Satan ably schemes their use
In battles real rather than a ruse…
And he had been chiefly The Selective,
Their offices never The Elective;
A good distance keeps from one this hour
And the next is back for just its power…
For a combat The Beast usable,
Mostly one to Man unthinkable;
An increased tasking of The Reptilian,
Time and again contacting Mammalian…
The scaly slipperiness of snakes
Elusiveness matches that record breaks.
So, it had to be Snake at Eden
To help shape The Question he had asked then.
It was Christ who had Swine linked with him
In a sermon and a hostage to him
But Satan would sooner he wasted one
Than dispatched it to wars that must be won;
Yes, after him, God began to use Snake,
With it dealing with Jews who’d dared rake!
For disgrace of Stoned Godly Naboth dogs:
Nicer than further hitting corpse with logs;
For new slain Christians in fields vulture!
Does trust The Vulture’s Carrion culture…
And A Dragon for Mother and Child
Fire-spitting, Huge Success from being wild.
i draw a line
anywhere that happiness
is a guide
there are too many
thieves now
in the world to be
constantly distracted
i draw a line
anywhere that happiness
is a guide
there are too many
people saying things
early and not puctual
with their actual,
personal truths
i draw a line
anywhere that happiness
is a guide
there are too many
conspiracy theorists blinded
by mislead teachings
and certain mind altering sources
i draw a line
anywhere that happiness
is a guide
there are too many
wrongfully strategized ideas
acted out in the wrong
places causing damaged vehicles
and unnecessary frustrations
i draw a line
anywhere that happiness
is a guide
there are too many cold
hearts being unfaithful
hearts full of sincere warmth
lying to themselves
and being totally and completely humbled later
i draw a line
anywhere that happiness
is a guide
there are too many places
utterly forgotten
and completely usable for
purposes of mind
relaxation and therapeutic rehabilitation
Thank God For Blessing Me With a Searcher's Mind
The house shelters me with a thatch:
A building with a terrible patch
But with a good door I could latch
Against foes who troubles hatch
And powers only Jesus can match:
The wizards not letting go their first Batch
Seeking to every Living Soul catch
And me specifically snatch…
You see, when the best is not available
I let the Available remain usable.
The not-true that may from lips spring
And in nearby and far-off ears ring;
Usually saving an innocent skin,
Scarcely for this reason a sin;
With usable sounds and alphabets
The trapped setting free from nets:
The midwives avowals to infanticide pharaoh
To reverse a male child murder show
Our false assurances to The-Much-Worried
About their Now-Dead-Once-Sick
So that they too wont be buried
From the wounds of the truth we lick….
From a wise wife of an alcoholic
To his friends visiting for a frolic,
Hundred percent sure that he was indoors,
Of his having just left for a good cause:
A timely frustration of killing glasses of whisky
Or the throat-burning gin no less risky:
From the heavens, Gods wave of Approving Hands
His singers angels, eyes for their bands.
all directions outward
darkness at night
two meanings at once
yet nothingness
family miles away
yet accompanied by thoughts
I sit at my laptop
and begin
to shape ideas
into a usable form
for someone out there
snow on the roof
and more to come
yet a dream
as a silent world
turns toward spring
Here are more Senryu
poems about friendships.
Those who are your crew =]
Parents give advice
but our friends, knowing more, have
usable answers.
We laugh at the same
moments - at home, school, or play
- we have shared viewpoints.
We laugh at how we
won’t turn into our moms
but we know we will.
We share so many
inside jokes - we speak
our own language.
We were warned this post tropical event would happen in
These three days we’re going through,
With high roaring winds and seas producing humongous
Waves that seemed to delight in crashing upon those rocks
And cliffs that have suffered the same from other storms in Their past.
Standing here on this cliff, dressed in my rain wear, I take joy
And am amazed at the power of the ocean when, with high
Winds, they create a harmony of seaside music tones of
Splashes, roars and howling winds through roof eves and
Still standing trees.
Houses, stores, sheds and other buildings had been battened
Down before this post tropical storm came upon us and boats
Tied up in hopes they might still be usable when it had gone.
After a hour or two or was it three…
I went home and finally fell asleep
At about two AM.
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the wooden pencil between my fingers
the led touches the paper
mind becomes blank
words seem to have no true meaning
piles of crumpled up stationary all over the floor
heaping out of the wastebasket
a dull pencil rolls off the table
on top of it shavings on the hardwood floor...
it too has given up
I place the pencil between both my fists like a rod cracking it into two shanks
the lead between the broken bark exposed
like a fractured bone injecting from the skin
Still usable yet cannot be erased without its other half
Tape...I need tape
During the evening
A strong wind blowing
The trees were swaying
Followed with the rain
It lasted all night
The strong wind blowing
Into the morning
Everywhere water
Roads and streets flooded
Ina watery mess
All transportation
Were not usable
Instead row boats used
To help the people
That were stranded
It was horrible
The man hold lid flew
Causing the bad flood
In the wicked storm
That got very bad
The rain pouring
Quickly to the ground
The raindrops spread
With the blowing wind
Making the storm worse
Once upon a time most of us had the potential,
With our tanks full of petrol,
To be the Hero quintessential,
Should the need become essential.
Now alas there are few with potential,
Who have a tank to hold their petrol,
Most now too ineffectual,
For anything that essential.
When did we start to lose our potential?
Was it when we let drugs take over our soul?
Or when songs of hope no longer were there to console?
Perhaps it was when we laughed at need for the Hero quintessential.
Can we ever get back our potential?
Fill our tanks with something other than petrol,
Reinvent the Hero quintessential,
For when the need becomes essential.
If we don't the loss will be indescribable,
Our tanks no longer usable,
Our heroes no longer Quintessential,
As everything becomes non-essential.
Words forbidden to be expressed
A dangerous fact to be disclosed
Making the whole world depressed
I am sorry that you are so obsessed
With the words never to be expressed
The words are secretly decomposed
Scattered around after being recomposed
Spread like bean paste after being compressed
Taste like sweet chilli that’s been reprocessed
Eaten by idiots who are systematised
The paste lost its nature but it’s flavour is militarised
For the nations, hatred was perfectly modernised
Effectively fighting in the war that was standardised
Such usable propaganda must be fully released
Please sleep on people and be hospitalised
Don’t worry, you will soon be desensitised
Words forbidden to be expressed
A dangerous fact to be disclosed
Making the universe so confused
Wake up, ladies who were hypnotized
Come out, gentlemen who were fictionalised
From where you were unfortunately misdiagnosed
Where “I love you” is forbidden to be expressed
There is no reason to follow the world's system. To hear them say go this way or that.In doing so there is so much you are really missing.
Much of you really could be hiding.Not putting together what is uniquely you.You have a reason for being here, to that reason you must be true.
In creation there are no robots or clones.Our creator expects you to be you alone.
You have inside you hidden and usable gifts.Reaching down our creator chooses in you to uniquely live.
So no matter what they say, no matter what they do, no one knows your design and life's purpose better than you.Reach out to the creator and to him this prayer pray. Ask him to help you be uniquely you and improved each and every day.
Angela Poppert
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