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''When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary, When troubles come and my heart burdened be, Then, I am still and wait here in the silence Until You come and sit awhile with me.” <> not hidden, for I reside in my accustomed spot, but my face reveals a dispirited demeanor, so most leave me alone, but not in peace, late June, and the world less-than-august These burdens which are weighty mighty. are like weights in a trainer's vest, while they can be removed, only additions arrive, as screws tightened to increase the threshold of consternation and persistent pain insistent the silenced aura within which I sit most patiently, becomes both jailer and friend, while I await your salvation arrival, amidst tales of others who preceded me in this waiting game predicament, most unsuccessfully, admixed with stories of one or two rewarded... a tease, a stringy tale of hope, an endurance test, to make my heart even more burdened be, though wearied, yet unsuccmbed, for I have seen you, existence verified, and my patience knows no limits, awaiting the cool of fall, when the breezes bear and bare your scent, and hints your returning presence, changes the very meaning of awhile
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Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 11:45 PM UTC
my heart burdened be
there is no perfect man, there are the simple, the plain, the whole of himself, just so, contented in who he is, needs not be, better than... then he is on way to upright, up and right for the shades are clarified, and those troublesome grays, somehow have answers his end is not peace, his start, finish, and all that is in between one and the sane, in simplicity comes a joy of acceptance, and therein is his path
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
there is no perfect man
not a religious man at times, I pray, times, when the options are severely limited look, get it, that makes me hypocrite, instagram-man, shooting photo prayer upwards, propelling them with all deliberate speed skywards thinking a passing angel will pluck'em and hand deliver them to the correct deity who will be good mood groomed, thoughts fly, wishes returned bountiful mark me upright or not, mark me man with need for solutions, mark me asking where should my eyes turn, when there are none who answer, mark me not, for I have already been marked Cained by life
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
not a religious man
an ample empty Sunday nothing on the agenda, the calendars cease their chirping, it's a kinda free rarely heard maybe will go see a movie, walk alongside the East River currents, rushing somewhere we don't have to be, maybe we will practice rolling on the floor, visiting and winding up the grandkids, then escaping/leaving them with parents, crazy high and wet & dry maybe I'll cancel some credit cards, crack open the briefcase of deferred questions, have pizza for breakfast, write half a dozen baker's poems, finish some more of Dr. Zhivago, that I started several years ago, maybe, I'll keep her tied up in our bed, releasing her when she releases me   because I released her first yup, an empty day ahead full of the oscillating, a true east/west directionless vibrating range of ample possibilities
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
an ample empty Sunday
~~~ *write the scriptures, the Book of Me, with authorship exposed on the books cover, of every word have ever writ flawed, ignored, rejected, necessary to self-publish upon the unpapered internet, where words are ionized I take an oath, self-administered, oath sworn upon mine own scripture, testify before a jury of my peers, me, myself and I what you read, is not imaginary, I am real, you are realizing each of us has a truthful name, in spite of acronymic disguises employed, and wearing it, here, upon this.....line dotted, place my neck, ready for the executioner* you ~~~ October 24, 2015 7:20 am
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Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:03 PM UTC
ready for the executioner/in my own name
~you know who and what is your true nature~ ~~~ Special Prayer for Protection at Night *In the name of Adonai the God of Israel: May the angel Michael be at my right, and the angel Gabriel be at my left; and in front of me the angel Uriel, and behind me the angel Raphael... and above my head the Sh'khinah (Divine Presence)*
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
Special Prayer for Protection at Night (for the seraphims who live among us)
|**“lead into gold, good into dear, mortal into immortal” (where poems come from)”**| you charged me with crimes three times three, sorcery and witchcraft and doing god’s work plead guilty three times three not that I was successful, but a complex, candied marvelous failure not in my possession, the sorcerers spell, my dross and wordy dregs all sit sidelined, perchance perhaps, if you search with a leaden patience inhuman, you might just find a minuscule golden vein there’d unmined turning good into dear, an “anyone can do it” miracle, when you whisper with just one kiss those forever words, don’t be afraid, say it low and slow, I love you, and “I only want to be with you” and dare it to be become dear mortal into immortal, an order tall, for one knows his hiding places for all too human pockmarked weak, but having been charged and found in guilt, no one proffered evidence but they wanted a unambiguous unanimous verdict and proof is such an old fashioned truth notion happy accept your accusations and since confession is the best soul medicine, with glee, here and now reveal how immortality is achievable breathe poems  constantly instantly throughout the orifices in the skin cells and pore’d orifices you were god given; it is how we immortals communicate with what cannot be seen, yet drunken heard when spoke aloud taste the poems in and on tongues you can’t comprehend, the sounds fly skyward after infiltrating your eyes, then you can see your own immortality anointed rising all nonsense you plead, indeed, only immortals truly cherish and envy the human ability to create nonsense, the place where poems come from *******
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
lead into gold, good into dear, mortal into immortal” (where poems come from)
|**“lead into gold, good into dear, mortal into immortal” (where poems come from)”**| you charged me with crimes three times three, sorcery and witchcraft and doing god’s work plead guilty three times three not that I was successful, but a complex, candied marvelous failure not in my possession, the sorcerers spell, my dross and wordy dregs all sit sidelined, perchance perhaps, if you search with a leaden patience inhuman, you might just find a minuscule golden vein there’d unmined turning good into dear, an “anyone can do it” miracle, when you whisper with just one kiss those forever words, don’t be afraid, say it low and slow, I love you, and “I only want to be with you” and dare it to be become dear mortal into immortal, an order tall, for one knows his hiding places for all too human pockmarked weak, but having been charged and found in guilt, no one proffered evidence but they wanted a unambiguous unanimous verdict and proof is such an old fashioned truth notion happy accept your accusations and since confession is the best soul medicine, with glee, here and now reveal how immortality is achievable breathe poems  constantly instantly throughout the orifices in the skin cells and pore’d orifices you were god given; it is how we immortals communicate with what cannot be seen, yet drunken heard when spoke aloud taste the poems in and on tongues you can’t comprehend, the sounds fly skyward after infiltrating your eyes, then you can see your own immortality anointed rising all nonsense you plead, indeed, only immortals truly cherish and envy the human ability to create nonsense, the place where poems come from *******
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The World Requires Edmund Black’s Random Acts of Doughnut Kindness (1/36) Edmund! *a friend mutual on HP sent me your poem below asking me to respond appropriately, close the tale, he said, and that I would understand, thinking by being marked, I had some expertise in the matter perhaps you are unaware that the world exists only because there are at least thirty six^ righteous men on the earth and personally believe, there are more who they are, a well kept secret, but secrets tend to leak so... only one, Mr. Edmund, employs a dozen doughnuts (chocolate frosted) to follow through on the most important commandment human love thy neighbor with a dozen holies I’m told that like certain loaves of bread, a dozen doughnuts now have along with wine and water a place in the repertoire of the selector of the thirty six which needs noting, a dozen is 1/3 of thirty six sometimes the answers are in the wholes of the holiest!* <•> Edmund black Jul 15 My Perfect Morning The climate in the World may change But it will never Change me not for a moment I truly have the most amazing  life , Couldn’t be any better I get up every morning Next to  this gorgeous amazing woman Get my morning kiss Maybe a few morning kisses in my open mouth If you get my drift Cause you know I’m in love Sit back in the back patio porch Listening to Mother Nature’s   Performance while reading hellopoetry Few minutes later I told my lady  I had to Go run  some errands Not realizing yet What’s up ahead, Arrived and While in line at Chrispy kreme’s A little boy about 5 years of age Loosing his mind over some Chocolate frosted Mother and father told him They couldn’t afford it They were only there for coffee Little boy started crying hysterically My Heart Cries out for him And chivalrously I’ve waited in line right behind them Just couldn’t allow That to take place I told dad if it was okay I would love to buy the boy a dozen chocolate frosted He accepted and gave me a hand shake Mom teared up and dad wouldn’t Stop thinking me I hate seeing good People like this But anyway, What an awesome moment A moment of love sharing And here’s the most Amazing part of my early morning outside Of my morning kisses I got the longest hug From the little man A handshake From dad And a kiss on the cheek From mom What can be any better Than the life I live I do what I want And it’s mostly Helping other people That’s all that matters. Having meanings in Other people’s lives Fulfills me , And what more Can I say , My perfect           Morning I live life For the inexplicable Moment Life is love and love      Always gives                     ALWAYS
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Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC
The World Requires Edmund Black’s Random Acts of Doughnut Kindness (1/36)
The World Requires Edmund Black’s Random Acts of Doughnut Kindness (1/36) Edmund! *a friend mutual on HP sent me your poem below asking me to respond appropriately, close the tale, he said, and that I would understand, thinking by being marked, I had some expertise in the matter perhaps you are unaware that the world exists only because there are at least thirty six^ righteous men on the earth and personally believe, there are more who they are, a well kept secret, but secrets tend to leak so... only one, Mr. Edmund, employs a dozen doughnuts (chocolate frosted) to follow through on the most important commandment human love thy neighbor with a dozen holies I’m told that like certain loaves of bread, a dozen doughnuts now have along with wine and water a place in the repertoire of the selector of the thirty six which needs noting, a dozen is 1/3 of thirty six sometimes the answers are in the wholes of the holiest!* <•> Edmund black Jul 15 My Perfect Morning The climate in the World may change But it will never Change me not for a moment I truly have the most amazing  life , Couldn’t be any better I get up every morning Next to  this gorgeous amazing woman Get my morning kiss Maybe a few morning kisses in my open mouth If you get my drift Cause you know I’m in love Sit back in the back patio porch Listening to Mother Nature’s   Performance while reading hellopoetry Few minutes later I told my lady  I had to Go run  some errands Not realizing yet What’s up ahead, Arrived and While in line at Chrispy kreme’s A little boy about 5 years of age Loosing his mind over some Chocolate frosted Mother and father told him They couldn’t afford it They were only there for coffee Little boy started crying hysterically My Heart Cries out for him And chivalrously I’ve waited in line right behind them Just couldn’t allow That to take place I told dad if it was okay I would love to buy the boy a dozen chocolate frosted He accepted and gave me a hand shake Mom teared up and dad wouldn’t Stop thinking me I hate seeing good People like this But anyway, What an awesome moment A moment of love sharing And here’s the most Amazing part of my early morning outside Of my morning kisses I got the longest hug From the little man A handshake From dad And a kiss on the cheek From mom What can be any better Than the life I live I do what I want And it’s mostly Helping other people That’s all that matters. Having meanings in Other people’s lives Fulfills me , And what more Can I say , My perfect           Morning I live life For the inexplicable Moment Life is love and love      Always gives                     ALWAYS
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therefore, thereafter, impossible wisdom add to life reduce simplify anticipate estimate and create, purposed all by addiction to addition a construct, a concert, of constant query, is my next possess, my finger extended, is my hand wrapping a gainful employ, is for goodness all the days of my life my next breath, my next detailed act a greater or lesser, a contribution bettor, an enlargement of the bottom line netter, therefore and forever thereafter, this impossible wisdom, the arc of addition to the supply of oxygen, the goodness gas, lies in the subtracting of the unnecessary excess, by moderation at the limit, all the days of our lives, especially the nights
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC
therefore, thereafter, impossible wisdom (the value one adds to life)
Give me hope and home a place to call my own a cliche that is only mine a brief escape from endless time I can't stand your world nor can I hold my clumsy limbs upright on its surface.
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
cliche
Let love be my companion, when I walk through the storm. Let love guide my heart though broken and torn. May I walk upright and never stoop. Let compassion fill my being. Mercy, my soul. Kindness, my passion. Peace, my desire. When tempest rage when shadows come, let love be my guide. When words are harsh and eyes pierce like daggers, let love be my strength. When swords are drawn and arrows fly, let love by my shield. When hate corrupts and sorrow abounds, let love be my courage. Through storm through fire, let love be my champion.
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
Let Love