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 Apr 2017 Seeker
spysgrandson
cracked an elbow making a tackle,
ruptured a kidney throwing a body block;
my less than illustrious football
career curtailed

so I chose to run:
an active verb--organs, bones,
are nouns, things to be damaged,
broken, frozen in almighty time

which slowed my sprint to a
jog, then my jog to a hurried hike
on my arid prairies and around
my wooded lane

where the young neighbors eye
me zipping by, deep in thought--who
is that old man pondering parts of speech?
don't let the children listen to him

for I know they have their own bones
yet to break, their own journey to make,
from fanciful fields of fame, to cruel knowledge
nothing remains the same--nouns decay

I'll keep walking wild as long as I can;
I recall making the last tackle, that final
fated block--those nouns now long gone, and no
adjectives can bring them back
 Apr 2017 Seeker
spysgrandson
I wrote about you last night
when there were supposed to be
a million falling stars

clouds got in the way
but hell, those weren't really suns
falling to their death

would have been fitting
if they were, for the cliche is apt:
you being my light of day

and you did fall from the sky,
though not through the firmament at night
with others tracing your trails

you jumped solo from the
GW Bridge, on a clear Thursday
at a low high noon

your obit was politically polite, not
describing your terse flight, or the bones
the Hudson's waters crushed

so I wrote about you last night
a missive to me--I asked what the Times did not,
what was your final thought

when you stepped from the rail:
did you see your whole life fly before your eyes
or just sky, water and the helpless bridge
The George Washington Bridge, Manhattan, New York
 Apr 2017 Seeker
ConnectHook
Lucifer’s technocrats, unelected
assume they’re impregnably protected.
But God, from His throne above their earth
ordains conception and commands new birth.
NaPoWriMo #26

Hey Basho, face it:
five-seven-five goes nowhere
but it’s Haiku—yes.
 Apr 2017 Seeker
ConnectHook
Weapons have been developed
to create the damaging effects
of high-energy EMP. These are typically divided into nuclear and non-nuclear devices. Such weapons, both real and fictional, have become known to the public by means of popular culture.


                                                      ­                               Wikipedia


One E.M.P. could bring this whole thing down;
finale to steal the technocrats’ crown.
Did God intend for us to live this way
like hell on credit with heaven to pay?
One burst of apocalyptic clarity:
all it would take to reverse the polarity…
one massive electro-magnetic pulse
the data-driven ******* to convulse.

You were dumbed down so they could set you up
to drink from the Nanny-State’s golden cup…
This Babylonian One-World vintage
exacerbates thirst: accursed beverage,
enhancing global madness as it’s drunk;
imbibers cannot gauge how low they’ve sunk.
The dregs are drained, only to be refilled;
the elixir of doom is thusly swilled.

When the chips go down as the system ends
and there’s no cash paid for your dividends,
assurance (like health insurance) falters
as your inhuman condition alters.
By then you’ll be ready to wonder why
(although you appear unready to die)
whether Man without God is worth a ****
in the Sovereign Redeemer’s master-plan.
NaPoWriMo #25

Globalism *****.
The Bible warned us about
such godless nonsense
Sit down darling, it's mourning
The moment we decide
if what we have
Is dead or still alive

The moment the questions rein in
My pen and paper
Don't have enough ink
To feel the lust of emotions
To the thoughts of
You and him again

Sit down , darling relax
No need to make excuses
Come up with reasons
Why this possibility
Is still a reoccurring event
Not that it would matter
You and me

Just a test

Sit down darling, and ***
60 seconds
Feels like an hour waiting on
Moments of disbelief
To apologize or not
Doesn't change that something happened
Doesn't change a kiss
Doesn't change laying up
With him and you

Sit down darling, it's 30 seconds left
Your eyes vs mines
To walk away and leave
Or would it hurt more
to ignore hurt
And
stay through honesty ?
Like before nothing is obsolete
When things are inevitable
Between
Chemistry and long-ago love

Sit down darling, a few seconds more

Between
Omission and truth

Where u decide to take things to yo grave
Or be honest with your long-term partner

Sit down darling, the results are in

Just another test
On how far ur love goes or ends

(A.C.E)
PS.Cunningham(A.C.E) the spellings of some of the words u might think should be different like mourning vs morning etc. I chose mourning etc.  these are feelings within feelings
 Apr 2017 Seeker
SøułSurvivør
PLEASE PRAY FOR A LADY I KNOW! THE ENEMY IS ATTACKING HER FORCEFULLY!
HER NAME & LOCATION IS UNIMPORTANT. AS ARE HER CIRCUMSTANCES. GOD KNOWS WHAT SHE NEEDS... JUST PRAY SHE WILL OVERCOME! *THANK YOU!
I won't be on site until my friend has victory!!!
 Apr 2017 Seeker
Lawrence Hall
“Oh, Look, the Humans Have Returned”

In spring our little hummingbirds return
And geese begin to vee their way back north
The front-yard squirrel continues to fatten himself
Upon the cardinal-contested seeds

Aggressive mockingbirds dive-bomb the cats
Pale butterflies dance lightly in the sun -
But none of these can be the same who met
Us on an autumn day in the long ago

Someday others will live here, and the birds
Will say “Oh, look, the humans have returned.”
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