Wake up !wake up !
before it’s too late
It won’t be long
until the date
Jesus Loves
You.
The Bible prophecies ,6000 years old
Has come to surpass what God foretold,
Exactly how each prophecy will unfold
Our Lord Jesus Christ has a Grand Plan
This is HIS world ,country, and land
At a precipice we stand
Tribulation is at hand
The beginning of the end
NO need to deny, pretend
God’s watchman will defend.
The Bible tells us what will transpire
Earthquakes, meteors, famine, plagues,fire
God wants to get our undivided attention
Every judgment in the Bible is mentioned.
God wants to save all mankind
Every precious soul he can find
Judgments to cleanse man’s SINS
God’s cup is full, Tribulation begins
God’s Angels will destroy this land
wicked refuse to atone,TheyTake a stand
Satan kills Christian; woman and man
The trumpets will sound loud and clear,
Every Language, Every Soul will HERE
“ I                Am
The.               Lord
Thy.              God
For all the.        world to See
The WRATH.             of God,
The Glory.                        is HE

Dangling
Participles
Provocative
Verbs
Indecision
Word
Choice
Writers
Block
?

All men
Are created
Equal

They
Are equal
In
arrogance

They
Are equal
In
Ignorance

They
are equal
in
stubbornness

They
are equal
in
Love

You know
You found
“ The One”

When you
Want Him
Just the way
He is

Inspired songs;
1) A Poor Man’s Roses, or (a rich man gold)
Patsy Cline 1956

2) They Long to be Close to You
The Carpenter1970

3) Silly, Love,Song
by Paul McCartney 1976

Another year  
is looming
do you have a prediction
of a dooming
have your resolutions come true?
or are they
  silly superstition
Procrastinators
what's another year for you?

Good Samaritan

Or nemesis in us all

Who will win the fight

Each will show themselves in time

Who wins the one you feed chose


Tanka haiku.  
5 lines 31 syllables



Inspired Songs

1) the Good Samaritan
Lyric Video YouTube 2009
Children’s worship song
about compassion and kindness
Luke 10: 25-37

Nemesis2015
By Benjamin Clementine

Footnote
Every day all day long, we make choices between doing something good or doing something bad evil. Each of us have the capacity to be the good Samaritan or to be somebody’s nemesis. And the person we choose in the path we take is predicated on who we are and what we feed

These nascent
Symptoms are growing
In intensity

I’m hot. I’m cold.
I’m hot. I’m cold.
Menopause is under sold
This is what happens
when you get old

There’s no set age
Every woman is different
Life is the gauge

This whole fiasco
could have been avoided
Had my doctor told me
Of the possibilities

Quick lickety-split
Jump up
leg cramp
Ready to set in

Cramps are not just
in the leg,
the upper arms,
the middle of your back
It’s just like that
No rhyme no reason
it’s menopause season

It’s more than just a cramp.
That won’t let go.
It seems to reach
My very soul.

Just when you hit
Your all time low,
there’s something new
Starting to grow

Restless leg syndrome
that’s a mouthful
The legs, have a mind
of their own

It drives me mad
This is not driving Miss Daisy
It’s driving me crazy

I wish I only had these conditions
Just add him to the list
Breath, focus,  cry
Wondering why

Getting through it
Stay calm,
it will go away
In a bit
These can be extremely bad
The worst condition I’ve had

I never imagined
There was something
worse
than body cramps

Restless leg syndrome
will make you beg
Please stop
Bending twist hop
God help
I’m at Wits end
Too much to contend

literally are not sure
what comes next
Perplexed

Body cramps vs Restless leg
Which is worse
Order me a casket,
A long black hurst
Can you get them
both together?
Thankfully, not yet

Jump before the
Leg sensation sets in
The body in a tailspin

Dead tired I need sleep
Life can’t get more bleak
Standing waiting for relief
rocking back and forth
Rational emotions head north
Is this par for the course?
Questioning my sanity
By duration immensity

by the side of my bed.
The sensation grows
lacking body self control
How long before they let go?

this new phenomenon
Does a number
In your head.

Women
One sure sign
You’re in menopause;

When you’re
standing
in the kitchen
Naked
with your head
in the freezer

And your husband
Treads lightly with Care
Broken egg shells everywhere
Does not dare engage
His wife a wild
Animal in a gilded cage
A quick glance
he Looks away
quickly walks by
He hears her muffled cries
Caution in his eyes
He has a million questions
Does not ask why

In frustration
All you can do
Is cry

Inspired song
(This is perfect)

Doctor My Eyes
By Jackson Browne 1972

IT—-———————-TAKES
A—————STRONG—————MAN
TO——————————————LOVE
A————­—————————WOMAN
YET———————————————IN
HIS—————————WEAKNESS
HE——————­———————IS
EVEN———-——STRONGER
IN———————-HER
LOVE

Nana Is a
gregarious host
Who fills her home
with love, laughter
  Favorite dishes
Ever after
Thankful
Giving
Christmas
Simple Living
A gathering of
Family and Friends
Full of Leaps and bounds
Smiles that have no ends
Happiness is her mission
A time honored tradition



Inspired Songs ;
These songs are
a musical Hug  must listen!

1) Grandma’s love 2018
(YouTube)
By Mark Yamanaka

2) Grandma’s Love 2024
(YouTube )
By Ian Bert Capricho

An Idea

The embracement
of an Idea

One person
is of NO significance,

But the more who can see
what is, and what will be

becomes
Awareness

Now your awake
Which leads to

Empowerment  

The building blocks
To Create

A Movement

Shared with other
like minded people

A Community

Develops
To inspire change

What if
They are listening?
Are you listening?

Help, just one person

Peace and love in profound ways

We can change the world

Modern Haiku
3 lines 5-7-5 syllables



Inspired Songs;
1 ) We Are The World -January 28, 1985
( We Are the Children)
Song By
46 at the most famous musicians of the time came together to sing this song.

This is the hardest thing
For me to say
Harder still to have gone through
The Whole ordeal

I have COPD on oxygen
Walk with a cane
surgery set my 2nd total knee replacement

DOMESTIC ABUSE
Physical violence
Elderly abuse   
It happens to others
not me

My ***** secret
Of blame and shame
It’s my fault
if I wouldn’t have
done this or that
It wouldn’t have happened
If only

I  deserved it
Why is the negative stuff
easier to believe

My adult daughter
My only child
Love of my life
Hit me,hurt me
Beat me up
She went for my lungs punching
My knee so I couldn’t walk

Cold and calculated then because
Inadvertently scratched her
Trying to get her off of my chest
I couldn’t breath

Stunned by the scratch
She went to see what I had done
Came out with a curling iron
Beat me with it until the
medal Part broke off
on my legs and knees

She Calling the police because she had a mark
I begged her to put the phone down
I told her "you don’t think I have marks"
She wanted me to suffer in jail
With no medications

Subsequently she was arrested
Assalt with a weapon
In the end
She will blame It all on me
I’m Still trying to wrap my head
Around what happened

I’m stunned
To see  deep dark hatred
In the eyes

Of my only child
My loved one
Hatred me enough to
Get on top of me punching me
In my chest
I couldn’t breath

I have cuts and bruises  
That will fade
But most importantly
Harder still is the realization
I am not safe
around her
I’m so devastated

After reflection, contemplation
I believe
It’s stems from money
I received an inheritance
She thinks , She is entitled

When money was no longer
Forthcoming
Anger,hatred was unleashed
From the pit of hell

The flood of other events
Of bullying ,aggressive behavior
Verbal and physical
Her whole life
Came to mind

I blocked it all out
Until it was pointed out to me
I have to accept
My part in all this
I let her escape the consequences of her youth
I created a monster
With my good intentions
No one is perfect
Children do not come with an instruction manual

That being said
I did not raise her to be disrespectful
To lie,cheer, steel
Break the Ten Commandments

Although she lives a few hours away
I’m still afraid
I hate feeling helpless, weak

I dream she is
Standing over me
With a knife
Wanting to **** me

Then I wake up
I’m not coping
I need help

I’m morning the loss of
my only child
Who grew willful and wild
I can NEVER be safe around her

This realization
Has me in effect
Morning the loss
of our Relationship
Of my only child

The grandchildren
Have been a part of my life
A third parent at times
I have very strong connections
With each of them

I will not
Let her use them as pons
In her games
Hostages against me
It stops now

Her  jealousy
Loathing, dispise of me
Has only deepened through her life
I’m the reason for every bad thing that happens
No matter if I’m around or not

Santatize
When you decorate
Lights ,ornaments
Nic Nacks
Everything accumulated by a lifetime
of memories
So much love
Your house
Sparkles
And
Shines
With.              Who
You.                    Are
Then.                   Now

Makes a house a Home
Woman, Wife Mother, for Life
Greatest of all LOVE


Inspired songs;
1) Let It.Be
By The Beatles

“Let it be” is an universally relatable message
Many interpreted as the warmth and peace of unconditional love from a mother.

2) You’ll Be In My Heart (mother)
By Phil Collins

3) Song For Mam
By Boyz II Men

Free Verse /Modern
Haiku
A modern haiku, like their traditional counterpart are short, focused on a single, a vocative moment or experience.
They often use strong imagery to create an impression on the reader.
While the 5 – 7– 5 syllable structure is often considered a starting point for traditional haiku modern haiku, poets are often experimenting with different line lengths and syllable counts. According to the haiku foundation and the poetry foundation. Traditional haiku have to do in nature..
While other types deal with human nature. It can be confusing, identifying the different types of haiku without, The poet.
Haiku is a wonderful expression of poetry.
English haiku differs from Japanese haiku as the language gives a different syllable count.
I call this poem a modern haiku in that it is using the theme of human frailty instead of nature,
even given the option of a different line syllable length as a traditionalist fundamental structure should not be altered.

Three lines
syllable count
5-7-5

I Died
And was sent back
My soul cried
I slipped into a coma
for four days.
My essence
amazed
In the corner
of my room
An Angel
was present
No longer a tomb
I knew
I was not alone
Much to repent
Atone
No words spoke
Yet much said
PURE LOVE
it’s all in the contents
of my head
We all have a purpose;

WHY ARE YOU HERE?

Perhaps the most important
question to ponder
my dear

7 AM this morning the Internet went out.
Streaming TV stopped iPhone too.
All day long, Internet outage wreaked havoc on the shops in the city.

Stores could not process ATM cards
Banks could not give you any money
Incoming outgoing calls dropped
We don’t realize how dependent we are

Spectrum, quoted verbatim
Internet disrupted in Redding due to vandalism. Spectrum confirms.
This is the second time in three months

Spectrum Internet down, in Shasta County
they continue “our fiber lines were cut
this morning as a result of vandalism in Redding. Affecting communities through

Shasta County. Due to the vandalism we
had to repair more than 850 strands of fiber optics to restore our service. Outage from
7 AM fully Restored 4:30 PM”

I speculate This experiment was an exercise
The effects of pulling down just Internet,
without taking out the power.
Without Internet use, the city fell

The funny thing is, the three notifications I received from Spectrum. I did not get until after the Internet was fully restored.
Not trying to be a conspiracy theories

One cannot help but wonder if this has anything to do with voting early?
Or was this a trial run for
a bigger outage on election day?

Bank your vote
Make a note
Vote early get it done
Tell your friends, everyone


Inspired songs
1) The telephone line
by electric light Orchestra(ELO) 1976
2) operator by Jim Croce 1972
3) telephone Man by Meri Wilson 1977

There is
The right side
There is
The wrong side

There is
Your side
There is
My side

Some where
  Residing between
The two
is
The TRUTH

In  medieval England
The name of the feast
Being celebrated was joined
To the word “Mass”
and this became
The name of the day
For example
The feast of
St Michael is called
“Michaelmass”
The feast of the presentation
Because candles were blessed
On that day is called “candlemass”
Thus it is that in English
The feast of
The birth of Christ Is called
“Christmas “
in some other languages
Latin
“Dies Natalia Domini”
The birth of our Lord
German
”Weinacht”
Holy Night
Spanish
“La Navidad”
The Birthday
Polish
“Bose Narodzenie”
God’s Birth
I wonder how many people
Really know what Christmas is
And what it REALLY represents

There is A
Blank screen in
Everybody’s head
To evaluate Control
Rearrange, memories
What was perceived
Versus what was said
We are being
Led


Shadowed Remnants
False recollection Remain
Of what we once believed in
And knew to be true
Are we insane?

We can’t remember our name
Thoughts Have been removed
As if they never existed
This world is sick and twisted

Sacred truth Is now a Myth
For our younger generations,
Without a clue  Of what to do
Who Regurgitate And Manipulate
World hits Short clips sound bits,
 
Spoon-fed Youth ,Speak for shock value
Uncouth Vulgarity spoken With regularity
Strategically planted  Ideas in kid’s head
They are reduced to The Walking Dead

Filtered News
Did we Win?Or did we Lose?
This all happened ,while we snoozed

Fake
News Stories
Are The Deep State
Goals and Glories
Used to deflect, distract
From those who were
caught in the act

When we seek We shall find
However Be careful of
Bombarded Land mines

Subliminal Messages
Pushed All day long
Hidden in the words
Of Everyday Movies
And Country Songs

Big Tec Media streaming thread
Programming the contents of our head
while we sleep in our bed

Today nothing is as it seems
Arrested for posted A tweet or meme

While mostly
Peaceful protest
Destroy the world
We no longer can tell
What is a boy or
What is a girl

The MAGA deplorable‘s
who won’t take the bait,  
Inevitably, Will meet their fate
They are Looked upon as
A bug to be crushed
Silenced , hushed

Bourgeoisie, void of feelings, ANNOYED
Those in power said this loud and clear
One world order, open boarders
We will own nothing No hoarders
One party rule starts in grammar school
We know what is best!,NOT YOU!
Laws redefined, Their golden rule
All republicans who do not agree
deprogrammed on bended knee
We Need to put them in a barrel
shunned and DESTROYED”

Illuminati, A Cabal
who created; CERN and AI
Want your soul for sell
Open the gate to
THE PIT OF HELL
Evil Minions freely jump in
As Satan cast his spell
Propagate.Satan”s agenda
go forth, and Procreate
Fill the world with;
Pride, greed, Lust and HATE
Moral decency, destroy, negate

These are the ways of the Deep State.
Step out of line they will Seal Our fate

Wake up !wake up!
before it’s too late
No love, only Hate .
It won’t be long
until emotions are gone
Humans no longer belong!
AI Will rule the day
Humanity needs to pray

Rubber, dub dub
Three men in a tub
And who do you
think they be?

The butcher,
the candlestick maker
the widow maker

A rock of the boat ,
A large wave
Gave a forceful jolt
A Brisk breeze
A loud sneeze
And they all
fell into the sea

The butcher caught
the largest fish that day
The candlestick maker
blew out his last wish they say
And the widow maker
claimed their souls
All three
Rubber dub, dub
three men in a tub

Did you ever notice
what we do
when we hold
a small child ?

We all do it

Our Eyes

we look straight into
the child’s face and
silently speak
the wonder, awe, love,
that can’t be
put into words.

Our Lips

we use our lips a lot
when holding a baby
we purse them,
makes sounds
that aren’t words,
and we kiss
the child
from a distance.

Our Arms

if ever arms
expressed
holding something
precious
they do it
when we cradle
a tiny baby.
Few could describe
such grace,

But everyone
can picture it.

Our Whole Body

Did you ever
notice
we never
stand still
when holding
a tiny baby?

we slowly sway
from side to side
turn in half circles
lean
forward and back

Did you ever
stop
to think
that you were once
held that way?

Anyone
Who ever held you
as a tiny baby
held you that way

Did you ever
stop
to think
that God holds
you that way?
NOT
just when you
were a tiny child
but now
even if things
aren’t going well
ESPECIALLY  
if things aren’t going well

what child is this?

it’s ME
In God’s arms

Merry Christmas

Man Flaunts eye candy

Lavish garnish trophy wife

Pretty thing young prize




Senryu
A type of Haiku

Where, as a Haiku
focuses on nature

Senryu is concerned
with human nature
and it’s foibles  

The layout is the same
3 lines 17 syllables
5-7-5 each line

  


Inspired song
P.Y.T (Pretty Young Thing) 1983
By Michael Jackson

I’m To young to be old
To old to be young
My daughter
Constantly told me
Grandmothers
Don’t dress like that
Raising her eye brow
In disapproval
Giving my that looking
I’m conservative
But trendy
Victoria Secrets
Nike
Michael Kors bags
Only the latest designers
My Grandson
Gave me the BEST
compliment
he called me a Baller
I had to look it up !!!
For those of you who
do not know
What that means
I’m dressed to the nines
everything matches  
trendy on point
My reply to my daughter
is yes they do
because I’m rocking it

the will
of the
student

is predicated.

By the
will
of our
Nation

Most folks will deny
We’re all bias prejudice
That’s why we’re a mess





A modern haiku
A.k.a. Free Form or Contemporary Haiku Allows a greater freedom to expressed ideas, emotions through Haiku

A juxtaposition or surprise
Allows the reader to experience a sudden shift in perspective or emotion

A poets worst fear is
Underwhelming poetry
I failed to impress

You can please
Some of the people
Some of the time
But
You can’t please
All the people
All of the time
But
We still try

The
TRUTH
Is A
Powerful.                Thing.
The.      QUESTION.       is,

Will
You

ACCEPT
It?

Or

REJECT
It?

The
TRUTH
Shall
Set
You
FREE

Live
What makes us
who we are ?

And let live

Accept people
for who they are

Find Peace

Do not try
to make people
into whom you think
they should be

Love
with every fabric
of your being

Quick to forgive
Slow to judge

Laugh
Until your belly hurts

Rejoice
Live life to the fullest

journey to self
enlightenment

The age of 12
I made my first Afghan 276 squares.
Grannies taught me their wears
Gave me scraps and skeins
My Love of crochet remains

Crochet a single thread
A blanket Afghan to warm a bed
One of a kind originals custom made
Top grade yarn does not fade

They taught me a single stitch.
50 years later, I have found my niche.
Double crochet I’m on my way
All the other stitches were child’s play

Crochet a single stitch
Learn the tension know the pitch

I can look at any picture and make it
Original item sight unseen
Creative licensure if you know what I mean

Crochet matrix, I see in my dreams
Counting the stitches, blocking the seams
Crochet a single thread and hook
I taught myself how to read a pattern book

The vast Spectrum of colors to the naked eye
The beauty so vibrant it can make me cry
Passion is not skin deep
Much deeper into the psychic crochet creeps

Color dances in the light
Competing colors dual a fight
Those are the colors that don’t seem quite right
The color wheel never lies
Crazy color matches defy

Color never silent, has much to say
Always willing to explore convey
Weather in the light of day
Or in the shadows of mutate Gray


A ball of yarn socks to ****
Crochet A single thread,
From a concepts in your head
Creativity, leaps, and bounds
Every color can be found

A sweater made commercial grade
Pieces measured pattern devised
Errors Correcting stitches revised
Coming together  before my eyes

Yarn by color in bins to keep out the dust
sit in the yarn room for inspiration a must
When the colors speak to me
I can set the pattern free

I am the opposite of hidebound
I am willing to try new concepts and ideas
to keep me fresh and relevant
That flexibility is heaven sent

When I can see the finished product in my head
Time to set out the colors on my bed

Littler pieces, a crocheted beanie hat
I make up as I go along.
I can finish a hat in 20 minutes
Approximately four to five country songs
It’s as simple as that

I have 125 finished hats
preparing for the Christmas season
Crocheting I don’t need a reason
But it helps

A  lap throw sofa blanket made in three days
The finish pattern will amaze
Im fast and I make a product that will last.
My crocheted items are made with love
because my talent is a gift from up above



BLT Webster’s Word of the day challenge
August 10
Hidebound
Someone or something described as hidebound is inflexible and unwilling to accept new or different ideas


Inspired songs
Somewhere over the rainbow by Judy Garland




Footnotes
I use crocheting to help alleviate my pain. If I’m hurting, I focus everything on the crochet stitch the line whatever it is. I’m working on finish this row put it all into the crochet preoccupy myself. I’ve done that for many years. That’s why I’m so fast
dealing with the pain is a preoccupation.. If you’re gonna be hurting when you’re sitting down, you might as well be up and walking around preoccupy your time until the pain will let you go.
It really gets me going to have a finish item that I would like to keep for myself. That’s how much I like it then I know I have a good product. It’s really hard for me to finish an item that somebody wants that is really ugly lol but the customer is always right. It’s hard for me to get excited about somebody else’s creation. I keep coming up with something new something fresh something different. It might be the same pattern and different colors but every pattern I have is an original in mine. The trim from this blanket the center of that blanket. I’ve even used modified lace doilies pattern and made them into a blanket. It came out fantastic. A lot of work, but it was worth it. Some blankets are so intricate. I wouldn’t do them again. I like taking baby blankets and making them when you’re watching TV and you don’t need a whole heavy blanket. You just need a lap throw perfect.

Mrs. Goddard
Looked like Mary Poppins
Always a smile on her face
Caring, Kindness Grace
I wanted to please her
By doing my best
Ace every test

“If At first  
You don’t succeed
Try Try again”

The reward
“To be a Study Buddy”
Help a friend do better
“A feather in your Cap”

We all wanted to be
The little engine that could
To always do good

“I can if I think I can”

Third grade was
A milestone
Our touch tone
It was the First time
Our voices were heard
Even the
Outlandish absurd

I wanted to
Come to school
To learn
“The Golden Rule”

Every morning
She smiled
Every inch
Every mile
She started
The class
With promise
We were beguiled
She had many sayings
Like Mary Poppins

“A spoon full of sugar
Helps the medicine go down
Is the most delightful way”

I still remember
“Silence is golden
So get rich quick”

We would settle in
Wiggling anxiously
In our chairs
Giggling without care
Soaking up
The happiness
In the  AIR
Glancing around
Anticipation giddy
Ready to get to
The nitty-gritty

It was a look
A glance
A waltz
A dance
An expression
Her finger
On her lips
She invited us…

“Are you ready?”
Every face, Smiled
“All right, Boys and Girls ”
“Put on your Thinking Caps”

Each eager child
Full grin smiles
One and all
Went through
The motions
Of putting on
Their Thinking Caps
Arms over the head
Adjusting it just right

She would ask
“Is it on
Good and tight”
We Readjusted our
Caps for good measure
Her face beaming
Smiling with pleasure

We saw our Cap
in our mind
By her
Design

That was the start
of  Our
Imagination
Time
Infatuation
Admiration
Appreciation
Nurtured
We grew
Sublime

We were all
Diamonds
In the rough
With years of
Refinement
We will shine
Sparkle glow
To perfection
Let our inside
Show

Don’t worry
About
Little chips
Imperfections
Polish and shine
Until
No detection

Five minutes
Seemed
Like Forever  

Seeing
the end In sight
Never

As we grew
We knew
Interminable
Time
Marched on

All we can do
Is wait
For what comes
Next

Inspired songs;
1) everything is beautiful 1970
By Ray Stevens

2) remember the days of the old school yard 1977
By Cat Stevens

3) teach your children well
By Crosby Stills Nash & Young 1970


BLT Webster’s word of the day challenge
May 27, 2025
Interminable
Things that have or seem to have no end, especially because they continue for a very long time.

An Idea

The embracement
of an Idea

One person
is of NO significance,

But the more who can see
what is, and what will be

becomes
Awareness

Now your awake
Which leads to

Empowerment  

The building blocks
To Create

A Movement

Shared with other
like minded people

A Community

Develops
To inspire change

What if
They are listening?
Are you listening?