Monday, February 28, 2022

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Welcome to Monday WRites # 338
As February bids us goodbye, it leaves a world saddened by the atrocious action of war by Putin towards the Ukraine. 
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧well this is  Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 

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There is a mountain within a range of mountains here in sunny Trinidad and Tobago. the breezes can get quite chilly but no snow forms. The mountain named for Saint Benedict where the monks live. This one draws many a worshipper  to quiet meditation. To purchase honey and relics. To offer confessions and acts of penitence. To eat of the divine in holy masses. Even in chilly breezes love warms this mountain.

is there a mountain
that will offer sunflowers
or prayers for Kyiv







Thursday, February 24, 2022

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PASSION'S PUZZLE

So sweet and sad heaving bosom

She may shun him oh so handsome

Poor soul he fears himself go mad

Who pluck at way for her blossom

That torture to wavering lad

Heaving bosom so sweet and sad


The rose is red but that is why

Too many tears she cannot cry

And if perchance she takes to bed

For only there to lay and sigh

At verses written or just read

But that is why the rose is red

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Wednesday, February 23, 2022

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 A WORLD REDEEMED

Precious

Is the 

Blood of Christ

Shed at Golgotha for

All of humanity so loved

By  God he gave his only

Begotten son to pay the redemption price

There at the cross there at Calvary Hill

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“The truth shall set you free.” John 8:32

Monday, February 21, 2022

893


 
Welcome to Monday WRites # 337
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧well this is  Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 
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MORNING SALUTATIONS
Flavour me mateys. 
Add a bit of taste to this 
Wondrously deep connection. 
Let me not drown in  sorrow, 
But always think of tomorrow, 
When the clock chimes dawn, 
And ye birds sing a salty ditty
Of grey blanket sky, 
Magically painting herself  azure.
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Thursday, February 17, 2022

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LISTEN TO "CREATIVITY'S SPHERE"
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Tuesday, February 15, 2022

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[image 'Lover's Tryst' from google]

 NEVER PROMISED

Since a rose garden was never promised,

There shouldn't  be a regret in the set.

Which of us two should remain the calmest,

In rondelet where our lips first met?

A word spoken loosely by the psalmist,

Sweeps paradise from our table's fete.

How suddenly clear sky can turn to mist!

What is bargained for is not what we get!

There must have been rules poemed to this tryst.

Spread the dewdrops over morning, oh let

The waning moon, her waxing which we missed,

Go gently into sanctuary; wet 

With tears of a beloved's gone to list.

 The misunderstanding of romance bet.

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Monday, February 14, 2022

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Welcome to Monday WRites # 336
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧well this is  Monday WRites  (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance for eg the rite of afternoon tea). 
HAPPY ST VALENTINE'S DAY

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NOT WHAT SHE WANTED
She sought a heavenly love. The kind that resides with sky and guiding stars. So easily she would recognize her Mr. Right. He would be her moon and she a bright star in his sight.

He would be patient, he would be kind. Not rude or boastful, never those gross behaviors he would display. And most of all; it would be for them a happily-ever-after story.
Little did she know that the heavenly love she got was not of seventh heaven. Because there were many a goddess who swore to entice her hapless love. He yielded to a love round like a moon. 
Alas she exclaims "It is a moon wrapped in brown paper" not worth the while. Easily soaked in a drizzle. The kind that can be tossed to the garbage.

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It is a moon wrapped in brown paper

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