"bountifulness" poems
lɑːˈ(d)ʒɛs/ noun
magnanimity,
*generosity,
liberality,
munificence,
bountifulness,
beneficence,
altruism,
charity,
kindness,
lavishness,
unselfishness*
pretium est princeps unde redderent, quia munera(1)
τραγική, η τιμή
Σας έκανε να πληρώσετε
για αυτό
tragikí̱ , i̱ timí̱
Sas ékane na pli̱ró̱sete
gia af̱tó(2)
nu ligga död
botten av gropen(3)
nocht, ach le haghaidh an salachar
Chaith mé a chuirtear air(4)
Take your largesse and squeeze it where the sun never sees(5)
We all laid down
just as well
The master cut
the puppet strings
and we all
just
fell....
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 5:51 AM UTC
Dear one,
As the domino, I fall cascading on the drawing board. Why would one deny progression? A furtherance , the ebb and flow. I remain up beat and spirited as I read your letters. It's like a barred barricade is being lifted.Your glowing light is charging me. Certainty is liberating, the riding of the waves have become a skill that I have engrossed. The tides spread from shore to shore and I must anchor. I am ever grateful for your deliberation in regard to my current affairs. Your magnanimity is greatly appreciated.
As I am
Enormous, bountifulness of free spirit. Episodes of taciturnity alternated by sequences of thrill are remarkably felt. The higher level linking is simultaneous , coordinated and equidistant. As life propels, years progress a resemblance of energy is greatly congruent. The conforming compatibility of the absolute is evident. Transpiration of what once known yet unknown surfaces, erupts and consolidates a new meaning. A renewed existence, a recovered emergence solidifies. These moments are so evident, abundantly and vehemently felt on every fibre,bone and muscle of my being. Right to the core of my soul, my very existence.
On the tangent of thoughts........"J" the jewel... the forgotten treasure. What happened to the nature trueness that stroked your mind? The non win compromises aren't spontaneous. We must realign.... we must.
Vous êtes magnifiquement merveilleux et excellent en tous les moyens possible.
You sure do give me the butterflies......
You hold me in skies high above.
I can't control the butterflies.........
Is it just a flutter ?
To progress as you progress.....
SassyJ
Inspired by........
Natasha Bedingfield (Soulmate)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P27MPi3ZhCg
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
How many times can I say
I don’t want to die
Or extol the bountifulness of Mother Nature.
And how many times can I gasp
At the wonder of our ever-expanding universe?
It is what it is
As I’ve said on many occasions before.
Yet that mysterious aura of spirituality still surrounds us.
Perhaps my Muse is having an early Autumn break.
We still are but tiny ants
Looking up and dreaming
About what lies beyond
Our star speckled night-skies.
It took us ages to find that we all come from Africa
That The Earth is not the centre of The Cosmos
And that really we know next to nothing
About anything.
We were so easily ravaged by a tiny virus called Covid
And still struggle against the excesses of Global Warming.
So much more still needs to be done.
It’s The Anniversary of Nine Eleven,
Queen Elizabeth II is dead.
King Charles III has taken the throne.
The kids are back at school now
And in the blink of an eye
It will be Christmas.
Paul Butters
© PB 11\9\2022.
Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 6:13 AM UTC
As I sit and searched my feelings, my thoughts are filled with you.
I think of all the memories created sending a flood of emotions through.
You would always say when someone would leave it was their time, they had to go.
And with those words you had to go but in years I needed more.
You said to remember the things you taught, as you would not be here to ask.
So I put on a face of certitude, a facade in the mode of a mask.
As now, I must face the world without you, much more than one could ask.
We assured you that your job on earth as a mother, protector, plus more was felt.
That your guidance through our lives, was much bigger than just help.
The love I feel when I say your name will always be the same
As my grandchildren continue to grow, they will all know your name.
I will share my fondest memories and tell them how this life I live you saved
and how with little and such a big heart the bountifulness of love you gave.
I will teach them as you taught me, how Fords were designed and made tough
and I will always keep your loving memories as solace while times are rough.
Jul 15, 2022
Jul 15, 2022 at 10:07 PM UTC
This thought that I have conceived
Like a river fall it excites my life bed
Flowing through seasons of bountifulness
Scagging the pangs of scarcity
With rhythm, a joy explodes
Existing but unexplainable
Exciting and yet barricaded
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 4:02 AM UTC
Before the hole there was most
assuredly some form of completion
where everything was as it
should have been.
During the void there is
a parasitic vacuum that robs the
mind of peace and joy leaving
only hopelessness
After the emptiness comes a
variation of bountifulness
where the hole is the past,
and soon forgotten
Search before the hole
look into my eyes
take my hand
and live free
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC