Showing posts with label Thursday Think Tank. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thursday Think Tank. Show all posts

Thursday, March 3, 2011

"Love thy Neighbor -..."





she was a woman of principles
(doctors, lawyers too)
carried a church key in her purse
and roomed with a Gideon Bible

when the pastor asked her
to give her testimony to the
congregation, she said she would be
honored..

she moved slowly up to the
front of the church,
with movements  that could keep
a church choir rock'n for hours

before she turned around, she pulled
out a small flask from her bosom, took a hit
cleared her throat, and turned to face all God's
children...

dear friends...she started..I am a woman
who has been around and I can only
tell you what I have learned from living
and sitting in different situations... and believe me,

"I have been in more laps than a napkin"

and as far as the
Golden Rule...well I believe you should always

" Love thy neighbor -
and if he happens to be tall, debonair
and devastating, it will be that much easier."


and the whole congregation went

"AMEN!!!"


bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

Quotes by Mae West...

Posted for Poets United - Think Tank Thursday--Quotes

Friday, November 5, 2010

Irish Magic



i fell into a magic well
a spell, pulling me, passing me
through waters unmarked
by time, by emotion
through the veil of existence as, as
i knew it --onto a  shore where stood a maiden
and an immortal soul - 
"do you know who you are?" were the words
she rang, sang out....and the wind blew, then stronger
came the voice, and the wind too..looking
into my eyes she asked again...."do you know who you are?"

i could sense the entrance
and her eternal graces breathe into me
and answering  "yes, yes i know"....
i stepped gently onto her shores,  and
into the soul
she had purchased with her emerald tears, years
of falling, flowing out towards
the endless seas of green
and blue infinity..

we moved together across the cosmos,
taking passage through
an ancient gilded hourglass
marked with faith and a celtic cross
unto glorious shrouded sands,...and
entered a higher magic still....i felt its sacred chill
this place (of saints and sorrows) - seen forever green
in a mortals world of endless tomorrows
there i did take stand
on the enchanted isle
called Ireland

(she has called me home, me alone )
my Ireland


bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2010

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