In Remembrance of An Autumn’s Storm

Asked her what things she loved most about Autumn.  Wrote this in response:

LEA28: Storm Septimus' Country of Mind Untitled- A Writer's Desk

In Remembrance of An Autumn's Storm
by Michael Romani

Arriving home to her warm, sweet embrace 
She kisses me slowly dancing face to face
We listen outside to all the storming clatter
But inside, we are safe, and while thunder matters
So do the lighted, scented candles she has lit
This means all the world to me, I must admit

Outside our home, the woodland winds awake
As she whispers hope that while the tree shake
When the frosty silence begins again to reverberate
That she will still find the colors she appreciates
Decorating with the beauty she loves to recall
As they fill in our yard each and every passing Fall

She worries a little about the pumpkin's smile
While she giggles her loving and sweet denial
That she has given the Jack O'Lantern my grin
Causing me to do nothing less but to smile again
I love to love this woman as I always will and do
Each season's passing,passed with love so true
(c) July 19, 2018  Michael Romani
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Soul2Soul Bay  - Comorants As the Storm Closes In

 

 

 

 

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Daily Prompt – Bell

The wheel of life keeps turning around

Always revealing, never concealing

What waits for us all to be found

When we face the truth, God be willing

There it is just beyond that veil

Striking true, clear as a ringing bell

The night shades us all from the light

With more ways than one way to make things right

Like belladonna, there is poison in your beauty

And a feeling like a greater truth that eludes me

It is she who may not ever be turned aside

Perhaps, the last measure for one with fallen pride

All he asked for was just a little love and kindness

As she wears his tears from pain bleeding into final blindness

 

Bella Bistro -The Wheels That Turn

 

 

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First Principles: Those Lacking Private Morality Will Lack Public Virtue

“If individuals be not influenced by moral principles; it is in vain to look for public virtue; it is, therefore, the duty of legislators to enforce, both by precept and example, the utility, as well as the necessity of a strict adherence to the rules of distributive justice.” – James Madison (1789)

 

 

 

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Thought For the Day: Time Is More Valuable Than Money

“Time is more valuable than money. You can get more money, but you cannot get more time.” —  Jim Rohn

 

 

 

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Thought For the Day: People Love and Hate Unreasonably

“People hate as they love, unreasonably.” – William Makepeace Thackeray, novelist (18 Jul 1811-1863)

 

 

 

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The Truth Be Told

Truth is maybe the most valuable commodity.  Perhaps I’m dwelling on this concept too much lately?  I think not.

Grumble - Truth or Dare

The Truth Be Told
by Michael Romani

In all the things that life has showed
There is one truth that must be told
That there is a right and a wrong
At least, in any world where I belong

Maybe this feels like a lost cause
Maybe sometimes, this gives me pause
Still, I find that I struggle on
In the hope that not all hope is gone

There are questions that linger
Facts that I cannot quite finger
There are answers that I need to know
And truthfully, I have no place left to go

I do my best to stay on task
With so many questions left to ask
In the way that my life has flowed
There is one truth that must be told

Is it some kind of confusion of romance
To try to believe in some sort of chance
I sit and stare at walls with saddened smile
Knowing that there are some things I'll never reconcile

To try to be the man that I should be
And would be if I could, I really should be
Unafraid to make my last stand in meaning
Reaching out for the unreachable with all my being

The right and wrong in all that I feel and think
Brooding moods that bring me again to the brink
Like a mime holding in my words of right and wrong
I have begun to wonder if this is world to which I belong

(c) July 17, 2018  Michael Romani
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That Moment Of Truth

 

 

 

 

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Daily Prompt – Index

She asked me to index the reasons why

Clear evidence for God seems in short supply

But she should believe in Him anyhow

And though patient, she wanted these reasons now

She told me of her friend who was her teacher

Looking at me askew like I might be a preacher

And I had to smile because she sought truth

Much as I had earlier in my golden days of youth

I asked where she thought and what she thought she’d see

As you undraped the curtain back from the mystery

As she walked and quietly picked up a blossoming flower

Holding it up as proof of God’s beauty and sacred power

Plucking her guitar strings, she sang of things like love

And asked me if that wasn’t proof enough of God above

 

House of Prayer - Listening In

 

 

 

 

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First Principles: Neutrality Is Only Respected Through Strength

“The rights of neutrality will only be respected when they are defended by an adequate power. A nation, despicable by its weakness, forfeits even the privilege of being neutral.”  – Alexander Hamilton (1787)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thought For the Day: Never Look Down On Anyone Unless You Are Helping Them Up

“Never look down on anyone unless you are helping them up”– Jesse Jackson

 

 

 

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Daily Prompt – Kinetic

Scenes like jazz paint musical colors in shades of blues

Most of them dynamic and throbbing in kinetic hues

Creative notes are strung together in memorable proclamation

Breathing in to breath out in life’s heightened exclamation

The music rains fire with spirits soaring all night long

As kindred souls come to together joined in holy song

Dissonant tone clusters offered up in rhythmic strides

Swell into the night’s air with a certain sense of pride

Emotions multiply into some like one hundred fold

As new revelations are shared in tales many times told

It’s an artistic grappling that pours out like a life’s blood

Seeking a sense of clarity and instead of stick in the mud

It’s a powerful affair filled with hapless emotional turmoil

Caught on a summer’s night as passions start to broil…

 

Immaterial - Kinetic Hues

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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