not Mayberry any more
much is awry, undone?
charities try, even score
cannot marry, to some
getting wary, Oct. lore
food scary, nasty sum
cash bear-y, short w/poor
coups tarry, seems plum
WROng, move things along!
Feats in all; Coup dˊeˊtats
Thankful for opi-ates? Song?
Fete to celebrate harvests’
Of opi-nations’, just opinions.
Sharon Rose, poetic, moves
Underground: for Opinions
scared her: safe grooves?
opinions for OPI-Nations:
no beliefs in war, violence
Too Quiet? On vacations!
Who’s murdering in silence?
http://seeworldhere.wordpress.com/2014/10/25/the-perfect-crimes-and-never-punished-criminals/
What is the crime and who are the unpunished criminals.
How many youth and children have to be gunned down because of these never punished criminals.
Meanwhile the government just keeps statistics. Never stopping the Crimes.
A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste or is it To Cause The Mind To Waste Away.
Then we have a pill for that! Or Do We Really?
Study for yourself!
Author Dr. Gary Kohls
two unlikely partners
shades of pink, Lauder’s
daughter, mother in law
then 3rd neither forsaw:
Alexandra Penney, same
of ‘Self’-less fame
small like women can be
free little bows, to me
awareness for campaigns
tiny little save us signs
Estee and Evelyn’s, two
unlikely partners, grew
only three entrepreneur’s help
now people world wide, yelp.
Citations: pink ribbon photo from Peterborough and Stamford Hospital/UK
So,
Love is ahead.
So don’t fret, better,
days ahead. The love inside you
is not dead. So, remember don’t fret.
Don’t fret, better days ahead.
The love inside you is
not dead.
So,
remember
don’t fret. You have seen
rougher times, than these. But
whenever you trust in him it turned
out fine. Remember, don’t fret
better days, ahead. The
love inside you is
not dead
So
remember
don’t fret. Don’t fret,
don’t fret. Don’t fret. Don’t
Fret. You have seen rougher times
before. And whenever you trust in him
It turned out fine, it turned out fine. So
Don’t fret, better days ahead.
The love inside you is
not dead.
So
remember,
don’t fret. Don’t Fret
There are better days ahead.
The love inside you is
not dead.
So,
remember,
don’t fret.
The love inside you is not dead!
©Srt 1990 & 2014 Seasideauthor
National Geographic 9/11
The “Tribute in Light” memorial is in remembrance of the events of Sept. 11, 2001, in honor of the citizens who lost their lives in the World Trade Center attacks. The two towers of light are composed of two banks of high wattage spotlights that point straight up from a lot next to Ground Zero. This photo was taken from Liberty State Park, N.J., Sept. 11, the five-year anniversary of 9/11. (U.S. Air Force photo/Denise Gould)
We sit high on our perch,
observing the chaos.
A mind rises in research,
wandering in stasis.
As an arm rises, a pass,
moving, there is no basis.
Empirically still church,
completely emotionless,
onward in our search.
Gazing, comfortless!
All lower arms, repass.
Remaining, in hiatus.
Alice first fall?
Ad vent for a reaction.
We are all //
always following
A white rabbit or a
Red herring?
Trying to find an
Easy way out. For
Some, esp./ Alice
Not to be found.
Advents first Sunday
Shows one way out
Hope& passion
/ light. For Him/
remember His
Promise of return
As we move
Through our
Twelfth /commercial
wonderous movies
dreamland of Alice’s
strange exaggerations
Adonai ‘s;Yahweh; Christ
royal colors
rise deep purples, blues
pink and sometimes A/
lone white candle
digital media Sharon Rose
Lights, mother’s
Traditional candle in the
Windows, wreath, green
Tree
Musicale whimsy’s
all
play
Upon e-motion
For
holi
day; His Truly missed?
Really Us…Love, not traditional at all.
Come with me, I love you, get hopping.
See the sights! Heart &Home presented as ours.
Not really. Wonderful endless visiting tours.
Design and furnish our homes, forever shopping!
Vest your interest. Just feel ours, say ours, be a part.
Not really. Lies, really. Love is not actually.
Not really. This doctor or that, really mean.
Not really. Work out over & over get lean.
Not really. He lets himself go, factually.
Not really, guard my heart? Trips on; art.
She tried to tell me; “You have been to college?”
“You stupid muse…no one commits over 62.”
Silly, muse of a woman. He’ll be done with you.
Uh oh, he stops loving on you, after sacrilege.
He never meant love, even from the start.
Saying love a few times just to dangle a heart.
Inconsolable; he learns to make you miserable.
Look at the bridge, mind drifts to water table.
You deserve no one! Because you only see, part.
You are the butt of their joke, again fool, depart!
A moment in time passes, it lasts for months.
Too old fashioned to understand his history.
No honesty. He continued to hide the mystery.
Apparently so shallow; to only love, in tenths;
She loves, hundred percent. Now living apart.
I
Ways could she express her caring,
Nothing else to offer except time.
Grown accustomed to all the staring.
Her time always passing to her loss.
Racing moments of pleasure few.
Seemingly never, winning the toss.
Dramatically meeting Him, her only pleasure.
Contrite He knows, with whom He competes.
He, forever, showers her ample measure.
Jealously, dearheart, was second in life.
Once in, his punishment was to begin;
his wish to be number one, is his strife.
Many supplication approaching His throne;
More than, dozens witness; hear her tone.
II
Actually love is, no distraction for her, so
death always swarming, seeking, a weakling.
Occasionally finding, a few, faith let us go.
One eye open, keeping that door closed.
Actually in love, she kept him as second.
Wiser she is one might, even all supposed…
Sudden fury, overcame his loving heart:
blindly angry, to him all became offense!
he seethes, no longer desires; her loving part!
Sensitive; an extreme fault, he does not know, she
recognizes the dogs in heat, refuses, to; the lower,
trash rolls through gym; works and sweats, no glee.
Pieces of work, His will is charged with this, fair.
Hope preferred, over these men in their affair.
III
Seer-ing talk, “You can tell, watch; how she walks.”
Deaf; child reading lips. Acutely hearing she is sadden.
She remembers, heard, them before, their secret talks.
dearheart, she erred, akin to her Beloved? Dearheart!
Vaguely near the ‘catwalk’, where all Harley’s roar.
Nearing, deaths Lion meow, His plan she will not depart.
Flashes dearheart face before her they’re a crew.
Mortals, believing they are known to Him, live lies.
Ass-musing work, the only way of getting to through.
Shrouds; loving heart; withholding talents too!
dearheart, unknowingly seer-ing, is veiling her.
Thankfully, not with me joining their fatal zoo.
Invocation of imps, dearheart they pursue.
Implorations continue wishing them ‘due.
IV
Gluttons, sloths, murderous hearts, defrauded…
projecting paranoia on womenfolk, into slavery;
Facades of marriage; beware; ladies inveigled
to nowhere with weaklings, and lives into despair.
Appearances of flush, considered eccentric, oh
outlandish, naked, will they see Dearheart’s lair.
His lair, paved golden, walls be-jade lights.
What sights, as amateurs, in camels’ keyhole.
Still, moments, dearheart, alive in blights.
She prays, he finds the way to return, naïveté.
Not appeasing her heart, her dearheart, departs.
LOL, in her face, men, do even to this very day.
Artlessness beliefs, evoking world of the angelic.
Liberations, reliefs, all seeking a normal allelic.
Too Quiet 