Please allow me to present you with an "Opening Day" bouquet.
Please allow me to present you with an "Opening Day" bouquet.
Like the 'Finest' Babes.....you're a hostess with the mostest! : )
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Thanksgiving on the Yalu,
Our Thoughts of naught but Home,
Sit we here in this Bleak Land,
Together All but yet Alone.
Five Months out from Pusan,
And Two from Inchon,
Then quickly 'cross the Parallel,
T'was a Muddy Marathon.
Soon our Travails will be Over,
For we'll be Stateside Bound,
Not a Nostalgic Glance Back,
As we Quit this Bloody Ground.
Thanksgiving on the Yalu,
Turkey and Trimmings Served up Well,
Stomachs Stuffed and Satisfied,
...Hear that strange, distant Yell?
Thanksgiving on the Yalu,
Our Thoughts of naught but Home,
Sit we here in this Bleak Land,
Together All but yet Alone.
Five Months out from Pusan,
And Two from Inchon,
Then quickly 'cross the Parallel,
T'was a Muddy Marathon.
Soon our Travails will be Over,
For we'll be Stateside Bound,
Not a Nostalgic Glance Back,
As we Quit this Bloody Ground.
Thanksgiving on the Yalu,
Turkey and Trimmings Served up Well,
Stomachs Stuffed and Satisfied,
...Hear that strange, distant Yell?
(Matthew 24:23-44)
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Upon the mantle of the plains
A hundred miles beyond or more,
Where torrents fall and lightening flames
The clouds ascend and thunders roll.
.......
Yet but few the hours past
We also knew this tumult's might,
The frigid blast and rattling hail
The tempest's summons in the night.
.......
Now silent and how bright the scene
That is upon my sight impressed,
The fire and cloud that day preview
That comes from east and to the west
.......
And of that time---we know not when
The Trumpet's message will be tolled,
For all will see the lightening then
When He the balances will hold!
There was a time
Two hundred years ago,
When Englishmen
Filled with fear,
Decided to crush the Scottish pride.
They banned wearing the
Kilt under penalty of death,
They determined to destroy
The Scotsman's heritage,
To wipe out its remembrance
From the Earth.
After thirty years they appeared
To have won.
And yet, the chapter is not
Closed, the story is not through,
For many ill-loved Scots
Fled to America and helped
Make her great,
With courage and intellect,
They led America forward.
With Scottish blood
Flowing in the
Heart of America's
Progress and growth.
So, I wear the tartan with pride,
And remember oppressed
Ancestors from long ago,
Forced to wear English pants.
I wear the Kilt
With its plaids shown clear,
Because it reminds me
Of my heritage
Of the men who came,
Built a new land
Leaving us a Republic
So that we could always
Keep freedom alive
Thanks for the heads up Misty, I'm not a poet so guess I'll be the one who supplies the potpourri (undried). :)
Every one seems to start their first posts with a poem, so here is one of my favorites:
In darkness let me dwell, The ground shall sorrow be,
The roof, despair, to bar,
All cheerful light from me.
The walls of marble black,
That moistened still shall weep,
My music, hellish, jarring sounds,
To banish friendly sleep.
Thus wedded to my woes,
And bedded to my tomb,
Oh! Let me living die,
Till Death; till Death do come.
-Dowland
we have lost ourselves
we have come, through mental habits of sloth,
to worship Science
for we must worship
we do not see
for we choose not to see
we are taught
that we are murderers, at heart,
that only the fittest survive
that we are Mother Nature's Exception
(it is not true)
we are freighted with guilt and sin
by cultural forces
external to our own true Selves
we are subjugated
by our habits of fear and doubt
and a storm is coming
we have ceded
by default
our responsibility
for ourselves
To Science
Medicine
and the Traditional Church
they do not sustain
they do not abide
they do not reacquaint us
with our Fundamental Grace
a storm is coming
we are told
that we are powerless
and we embrace
Powerlessness
(money is not power)
we are taught
that we are not good
but we have forgotten ourselves
and a storm is coming
we have much to learn
and remember
and the path
seemingly
grows narrow and dim
but we will fall into knowing
ultimately
for Intimate Order and Balance
Always Obtain
Always Prevail
Always Teach
we will fall into Grace
seemingly fall
as we have willed our way out of it
and we will bring
Jewels of Perspective
a storm is coming
We will Awaken unto Ourselves
each Moment
Overfills
with Meaning
a wave
is a particle
Truth
is Beauty
is Simplicity
is Music
is Meaning
is Magic
the Power
is Ours. It is in
and to
and of
Each of Us
whatever his station
the depth
of our Reality
has been caressed
only lately
our perceptions
are our power
and we create
we assemble
Reality
but we make it
Too Real
Too Dazzling
beneath it flows
Grander Reality
and Alternate Reality
and Ultimate Reality
The Undifferentiated, The One
we will learn
and we will know
for a storm is coming
