One of the frustrating aspects of this stroke is the lack of endurance. I am good for a task and i have to stop and rest. The legs especially with the bad left knee causes saitica pain in the right and it is difficult to walk. I had planned on picking up limbs in the yard from Debbie but i just get too tired. I did pull the mexican sunflowers up that were bent by the wind and dug holes, tiring. Then i drug the remainder to the wet side yard. I also cut the bamboo with the hedge trimmer.
These are what i would prefer to enter. But the judges would be uncomfortable and choose something pretty and safe.
Seems every show i enter i try and submit that which is not the standard fare, everybody is doing it. It has not gone well. The judges that are selected are looking for pretty, cliche, and everyone is doing it. I should learn. This year was no exception and last years butterfly remnants. Art should be cutting edge not vanilla flavored.
Power went abour 5am and all probably be out through tomorrow. Though high wind and rain all day we lost no trees, and we have big pines! The water is all over, backed up. The poor chicken pen is flooded. The tall Mexican sunflowers are on their side.
Grounds of silence
Johnclarestokes
Who will pause upon the opening day
To have a moment of silence
For that which went away
They loudly proclaim the need
The poor children were suffering
And we dare only quietly agree
You cannot educate in the past
We must abide by the code
Devils pride out east will last
So honk if you love ole things
stoke the bonfires and sing
Old Devils! Keep your pitchforks
Sharpened.....
Johnclarestokes
Between the final act of life
(Of what is left of it)
Save for the five-minute smoke break
(At intermission )
Lungs shot to hellacious
Forgotten chain-sucking Thespian
The lines of the Bard mumbled,
"Nor moody beggars, starving for a
time, of pell-mell havoc and confusion".
The disengaged,sullen orderly wheels
Henry the fourth
off stage to room five b with
The drawn curtains,
(Yellowed-fingers tremble)
Bed bound the encore call cord
beyond reach,
O'er and o'er the lines lipping
"O the ignominy sleep with thee in
the grave, but not remember'd in
Thy epitaph!"
In thy epitaph!
John Clare Stokes
It's a painful thing
This pull to reclaim
The works of man
We hew the pew
From the oak
Sew the curtain
From the cotton
Then comes the briar
The branch
The worm
To reclaim its own
We held so long
The burning of the
Slow pulling rope
Stings
Taking men's things
Across the line
Winning every time.
Verbenadale Church
Williston
John Clare Stokes
Tell us a mystery
I shall tell you one
How opened upon
The old pulpit dusty
Dry bones long dead
Began to tremble
And then assemble
When words were read
Come forth His cry
You army of bones
To Zion march on
Ye shall not die
What a mystery!
John Clare Stokes
When Sabeans maul
When fire falls from heaven
When Chaldeans storm
When great winds come
When one escapes to tell
When grief is poured
When in dust you dwell
Blessed will be the name
Of the Lord still.
Five years ago my good friend Ray Carpenter saw me coming out of Baya to get into my vehicle from being fired. He didn’t know they had let me go but offered me a job taking photos of vehicles for the web pages of the dealers. Three years later we find out the photo department locally of Ray, his son and I are being outsourced by a company starting Monday. Well, though I didn’t need to, for the two weeks I kept the log Ray, the boss, asked us to. In other words, I stayed true even though I didn’t have to.
Only thing I can say is, though I trust I was a good employee, it’s very important who you hire. They can ultimately cause you to be…outsourced. Peace out.
Five years after i am not working at Morgan. They kept me on and i became a porter up until May when i had a stroke and had to quit. The building we worked out of, I-75 motors has been torn down making way for a Wawa. Ray is doing quite well as a real estate photographer, Jacob works for the Sheriffs department, Katrina PregnAncy Center.
