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Feather of thought

WHAT ABOUT A SILLY “SEAL OF APPROVAL”? ORT-ORT-ORT-ORT-ORT-!!!!

Desert flower

I am a midnight sun

In a world of a black and white rainbow

On a road that never starts

A traveler of experience

Holding on seems harder than letting go

Crowded by self doubt and expectations

In the chemistry of my own thoughts

Drowning in the formulas of today

Suffocating in the toxic reality

Learning to guide my broken sole

In the winds of tomorrow

Burning in the eyes of the opportunity

I am trying to free a poet

Locked in the memories of you

©G.V Raghavasree


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Tough Cookie

EXCELLS IN ANALOGY AND METAPHOR A HARD-HITTING, ROCKING POEM! WOMEN’S EMPOWERMENT, INDEED!

Desert flower

I have thunder in my eyes

And chaos walks with me at every step see

I am a broken storm

Lighting bolts in my sole

Mystery in my words

Wear suspense in my lips

I tango with trouble

Natural Disaster is my middle name

I am a sonnet written in heavy metallic music in the heart of Opera

Strong shot of whiskey mixed with hurricane and honey

The way I walk with high heels is a protest

Which you can’t handle

©G. V Raghavasree


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THE NON-HOLIDAY

Retailers riding roughshod,

O’er any personal GOD……

The faithful observe

Because the GOD they serve,

Doesn’t need a sale to be awed!

Before parade and game day,

A different America held sway….

Questioned survival

Led to revival,

And CHRIST JESUS many obeyed!

Like the Israelites, we’re fat and lazy,

Doctrine and morals grown hazy……

Discipline

Is a joke, having been

Tossed out with aborting babies.

Women claim they have the right,

To slaughter with no insight…..

Babies genetically

Different than “Mommy”,

THAT’S NOT YOUR BODY OR RIGHT!!!!

Being thankful with just enough

And more—not overstuffed—

Gorging on food

Is bad attitude,

Wastefulness hoarding stuff!

Giving, for most makes no sense,

Wants to be lazy immense…

Let others work

but give us the perk,

That’s what the new Administration suggests.

FREE COLLEGE and MEDICARE,

We’ll get the money somewhere….

When money stops

The elite take the crops—

Tyranny already sniffs at the air!

How has socialism survived?

By the conniving it was subsidized…..

America did

Pump billions amid,

Pulling wool over American eyes!

Should America fall…

there’ll be no relief at all……

What Pilgrims learned

Becomes unearned,

Those who do work will carry it all!

While edging toward a deep pit,

THANKSGIVING–let’s observe it—-

Receiving and giving

among the living,

Thanking GOD that He never quit!

Believers in CHRIST have hope,

Unlike the world taking its dope….

We’re not deceived

But have received

GOD’s HOLY SPIRIT to cope!

Believer, look up to the sky,

The Rapture of souls draws nigh…..

Promises that are

Hitched to the MORNING STAR,

Are we ready to be caught up in the clouds to see Him—-AYE!

JONATHAN CASWELL

CAPITALIZED names are the names of our GOD, as revealed in Scripture

NEWS FLASH—SOCIALISM KILLS!

the MAYFLOWER colonists

Found they couldn’t exist….

Or many survive

Under socialist jive,,

Too many died from hunger—the gist!

A plot for each fam’ly to farm,

Increased incentive to learn…..

Self responsibility

Increased ability

to keep them fed and warm!

Living with an increase,

bumper crops–may selfishness cease—

Helping neighbors

with hard labors,

The big jobs, they lived in peace!

Jonathan Caswell

SPUR OF THE MOMENT….!

do you think that Yeti

Like to eat spaghetti?

pale long worms

give us concerns,

the tomato sauce is so messy!

Be careful whom you invite,

You must be gracious and light……

Yeti small talk

Is rare when they walk,

No other Yeti in sight!

A hybrid race, the Yeti,

Late night radio suggesting…..

Their Thanksgiving Day

They whisk away,

New stock for the gene pool investing!

Jonathan Caswell

One artist’s conception of a Yeti:

https://www.bragitoff.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/yeti_by_3ihard-d5hl6lv.jpg

my confession — The Lonely Author

Last week, my dear friend G. of Short Prose challenged me with the prompt of using the word “confession.”  When you have a moment, please read her beautiful poetry and/or wonderful excerpts of her manuscript Glass Lovers. https://shortprose.blog/2018/11/13/i-miss-you-poem-poetry/ Here is my submission…..(of course it’s about love, when isn’t it?) my confession . Blessed are those […]

my confession — The Lonely Author

“Don’t Fence Me In” 

DON’T YA HEAR THAT COYOTE HOWL??? 😀

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This picture appears

funny to me, at least.

What caption or

conversation would

you think fits it?

You could use your

sense of humor, 😀

heartfelt sentiments ❤

or anthropomorphism. 👫 👥

**********

Here’s my silly tree conversation:

“Why does ‘she’ have to

Always

come between us?!”

***

A different take 2:

“We may be a trio,

but you always seem to

try and be different!”

***

another attempt:

Left tree:

“When I want to share my news,

I will let you know!”

Center tree:

“I didn’t ask to be planted

in the Middle!”

Right tree:

“Why do you have to

‘stick’ it to the poor kid?”

***

“We are three trees from

two sets of parents.”

**********
The song, “Don’t Fence Me In”

was written in 1934, music

by Cole Porter and lyrics

by Cole Porter and

Robert Fletcher.

Bing Crosby

with the

Andrew Sisters

is still one of…

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April’s full pink moon

THIS MOON REALLY IS…IN THE PINK!

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The moon has a slight pink tinge.

April has been given by the

Native Americans the label,

Full Pink Moon.

Seeing the attribute of pink

may seem like a stretch.

I would call it ~

“Everything’s coming up Rosy.”

Just can tell the weather has

taken a turn for the better!

xxxxxxx

Moon rising over the fence,

May you shed your light into

baby’s windows. Let it help comfort

him so he will get used to sleeping

in his own special crib. May it

bring Mommy and Daddy

time to cuddle and dream.

Hendrix is being weaned from

breastfeeding, giving much peace

to son and his wife who need to

feel closer. Life’s challenges have

been ones which hurt their souls.

T. C., close childhood friend

of James, lost his will to live

when his Dad passed away of cancer.

It is pulling the family together,

as two other deaths…

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