With no farce, with no grandiose laugh of an innocent happy child A moment of joy so endearing echoing in the wild a moment that brings sunshine to my heart, those were beautiful days then when some days becoming dark I wish those moments would come back.
UPDATE: I'm doing my best to visit as many accounts as possible during my short visit to do some reading and reposting. It will not be humanly possible for me to get to everyone. My apologies for that. I will try to reach more of you next time.
Popping in for a quick hello while still on break (graduation countdown: T-minus 5 days left to go! ), and submitting to the #iconography and #contagiousc challenges. ♀️
JOYFUL JOURNEYS by Carolyn Glackin And perhaps one day we'll see That every teardrop on our face Has served to pave the way To a more peaceful state of grace And though we've all endured much hardship Endless turmoil, strife, and fears On the other side of that Awaits the happiest of years For it all amounts to something Each time a lesson's learned And each one has its purpose For each teaching has been earned So may the path of peace e'er guide us May inner wisdom lead the way May truth and love unite us Throughout our journeys, come what may. Copyright Carolyn Glackin May 8, 2021
My skin gloss over the fracas broken up by time and kismet in form of hurricanes I gollop in my underfed womb, kindle my flesh till veins pop up on the greyed and blued veneer of despondency, thou think I don't long for this world truth is this world don't long for me
That poet who used to think under my shade, observed the beauty which dwell in me and my purlieu, milled massif with cassettes of life in a moulded cauldron of dead sea,to ink an iconography on my contused chest"a titanic comber awaits to swamp the lost you"he died
For days I longed the touch of his fingers on my lips and his musings, a barque belaboured back of my enervated body as an eagle scraped away my eye I supped my yawps , seafarer sprang out as his whole world submerged infront of his eyes 'I blinded by destiny you by life'
His words still echoes in crinkle of my face, I experienced four seasons of life "to wilt, to burn, to fall, to rise" where fate abut silver lining of life,woeful scud suppress sublime sonnets of doleful-death ' Apocalypse may cause catastrophic cloudburst for sane minds a deep lesson'.
My shadow is just like me from head to heel. When I raise my hand, she raises her hand. When I raise my leg, she raises her leg. When I raise my frock, she raises her frock.
What I do she likes to do it too. Sometimes I feel sad as she acts like a copycat. She do as I work but never speaks a word.
When light is on she hides behind me. I think she is scared of these twinkling lights. Sometimes she reflects me tall, Sometimes short, And sometimes she vanishes, When I am alone in dark and pain Just like human betrayal.
Once in Germany, lived Mayer amschel who had 5 sons. He felt bad for the people who couldn't borrow money as Bible prohibited money laundering then. Being a Jew he started lending money with a small interest rate that people could afford.
Gradually he became RichHe thought of expanding his Business. He sent his 4 sons to 4 Christian countries (Italy,Britain,France & Austria) & started Banks.Even countries borrowed money from them.
During 1824 when Brazil needed independence from Portugal, they borrowed 2 million german pounds
During 1880 they lend money to set up African colony
In 1907 Japan borrowed money during the war against Russia
Even Suez Canal was built with their help
In short they are ruling the World . . .Rothschild Family is ruling us!