The Friday Rush…

Quick, have to get out, clear the desk, what, you want me to run late, Friday, the office, the weekend ahead, there is work to do, a parent or a singleton, there is only so much time for you to achieve all the stuff that needs doing ,come on, you don’t seriously expect me to work on this, he studies the paper folder, it’s for the boss she says, he knows what that means, initiates in the club, the rise in the ranks, depending on the others, he buries his head in his desk, the weekend can wait.

Maybe, damn, why did I choose this career, he is reading and correcting the text, checks his watch every five minutes, wonders, how late will be, has rang ahead, but still, she is not sure, he wants to get there before anyone else, what If she meets someone else, he presses the buttons, turns the page, six more left, he breathes deep, if wasn’t the reason he wanted to be a professional, a lawyer, he assumed the opposite, free time.

The evening is gone, he has cancelled his life for the evening, Saturday will do, the dream will have to wait, he can blame the Friday rush. She is on the train to home, a two hour commute, it doesn’t bother her, gives her a chance to catch up on me time, she scrolls the phone, those she hasn’t had contact with in awhile, she’ll give them a hello, its important to remain in touch. Saturday belongs to the children.

Rush here, busy, too tired, jaded, had enough, the pills don’t work, damn, the days, your getting older, the night isn’t over, what am I doing it all for, it’s not doing my health any good, and the only friends I meet are online; she feels like a processed fish, amen.

Solomon sighed, Friday, the world slows, friends get to know each other, the memories that hold you together, at least your not alone. It was simple if you believed and no rush. The rain stopped, the calm came, the prayers are answered, there are smiles on faces, there is the sense of divine intervention, what’s all the Friday rush for, relax…he was digging into his eggs Benedict afternoon treat, with the best Hollandaise sauce he ever tasted, the world does not exist outside when your engrossed in such flavors.

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Speak Up

Old Diva, years on the boards, giving her all, reminding everyone, we have come a long way, but as her life ebbs and flows, the same Spirit moves on, as new ears listen to the music, hear her emotions as the vocals sing out, don’t put up with it, do something, then the voice slows, while those with ears listen, and those are blind can see, the music of the old lady, created to wake us all up. death is not the end you see.

There was a lot on anger; those in authority were being turned into babbling fools, while those who inspire us are brought to national attention, how strange the workings of the Lord. Aretha, bless her soul.

What Unites Us?

The lowest common denominator, sounds like a math question, what is the lowest common denominator, heard it in math class, we are doing adding and subtraction, the teacher is adding a little flare, all the eyes are on the board, the children are small, they all are keen to answer, get it right. No one is being bullied, there are no security guards at the school gates, and parents are not paranoid either, what used to unite us you ask. Well, the mobile, our wealth, the car we drive, where we live, are we rich or poor. Solomon sighed, it was so simple for Jesus, his words were so simple too. God is inside you, seriously, the guys are looking at him wondering is it for real, the women like him, he actually listens, doesn’t size them up or put them down, what unites us, it was so simple, so simple, deeds.

So many distractions, and when it all comes down to it, we are just experiences, some of us exude light, some of us dark, the energy that surrounds us, how simple is that. When we share, we don’t have to worry that much, we can’t be fished, watch the bird soar, who taught it how to fly, yeah, it’s that simple, so what unites us?

The Heat is on….

Pressure, the time to choose, opinions and the principle, the esteem of friends, their words got him elected, now he is their pawn, they were using him all along, you will make a great speaker, people like the sound of your voice, why don’t you get yourself selected, we’ll help of course, the journey he recalls.

He is old now, the early words of pride, they hit him at the right time, at a low ebb, he needed a lift, the work he was doing created walls, he had to lift all the time, then they came and helped him, his so called friends. The first favor was a small ask, just reduce the size of the green area, we can put up more houses instead, he shrugged, didn’t seem much he voted for a new health center to ease the guilt, and they came again, then he wouldn’t budge, the day it all went wrong, the heat was on. No, no he said, that is a step too far, I am not going to promote the casino, the trouble is will cause, can’t you put it somewhere upstate, they nodded no, their lawyer steps forward, Sorry to have to do this John, he opens the envelope lays in on the table, the images are stark and clear, he coughs puts his glasses on, Atlantic City has never been the same since, the heat was put on.

He is eighty plus, years have passed, he has grandchildren, he can’t let them find out, it would ruin them, their careers, his credibility would be in the thrash, how is he going to keep it all intact, they have crucified others, now they want to buy his son, his

replacement.

Solomon sighed, the league of demons, they never give up, they worship the price tag and nothing else, if only they would listen, heavenly Spirit was pouring out, signs from the Great Father of Heaven and Earth, their demon counterparts in those places, had lost, the Spirit was free to roam to places they never expected, there was no need for the righteous to worry, the heat was on the demons and no one else.

Sex Scandals

Seems we can’t get enough of it, papers full of it, Hollywood planing to make pictures of it, (a biography!), money has no friends just plenty of enemies. The Flight to the Asian paradise is nearing completion, they look at their watches, the boys smile, bird time. A case of the bird flew again. At least this time they bought plenty of the stuff that keeps you clean. Sex scandals, young, online, the couch, the daily drive to tempt you. Solomon didn’t think God Most High had the ear of the so called pious. No, the ear of the honest, at least you know what to expect, the truth.

How many times, how many different positions, what was on their minds. The stuff we tune our ear to, and the stuff we conveniently forget. Solomon sighed, now that GMH, God Most High was alert and the Spirit grew in strength

, he imagined help arriving from all sorts of places, amen.

Old Times – a re blog

TV Land My favorite Westerns When I was very young We had no TV A radio is all we had I remember this to be. We all gathered around And listened to the Jack Benny show And popular songs we sang along At least the ones we know. Then […]

via TV Land My favorite Westerns~by rldubour — OUR POETRY CORNER

Run Run Run

Shrieking, screaming, shattered emotional woman runs down her long drive, her petunias have been stolen and her life has been destroyed. Mobile in hand she phones the police, they are private, they arrive in minutes.

Mrs B, what is wrong, one of them asks. He puts an arm on her shoulders, comforts the lady, “so what is the matter Mam,”

my petunias, my petunias she points, to the hole in the ground, they are gone. Her award winning flowers, the ones she was going to enter in the show (be dramatic).

Five minutes away, a child lies hungry in the Ghetto. so much for Mrs B’s petunias, amen.