Words B Word, Right?. Cathy Lorraine Bagley MD

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      Who knows when there will come a day

       you’ll be Glad to hear yourself say- T.G.I.A.G.A.J.! May it never come. Pray God spares this economy some. A penny or dime tossed at a time…

      will do.

       God, won’t You

       please for all those barely standing

       grant a seat for a spell or a cushioned landing.

       Some have fallen from so far as casualties of economy’s war.

       When they rise I cannot promise they’ll give credit where or when it’s due. I ask anyway regardless of obstinate adults knowing their children need You.

      The answer arriving delivered by either email

       or traditional snail mail;

       to a Facebook or a Twitter account

       will amount…

      To more than an on-time miracle because it is more than a miracle

       America needs!

      A Water Mellow Soul

       A Water Mellow Soul

       Hush and listen to the sound of my water flow. Then wade in its stream so, calm, so mellow.

      A water mellow soul is a sole desire.

       It can wash away ashes of despair left from fire.

       It can bathe and erode away endless mold.

       A water mellow soul is one pure it is told.

      It dances as if life is its stage.

       No sadness, no madness can ever enrage.

       Too precious a moment to waste on despair.

       A mellow soul pulls the breath out of air

       to exhale and release when sighs seem caught up.

       It loosens that tension, it stops that hiccup.

       Annoying they come when irritation sets in

       a water mellow soul let’s no maladies win.

       In life short but precious as in man, let it flow, let go as fast as carry can

       Taking feet skipping, jumping and hopping through fields!

       Let it flow like movies unwinding their reels

       with no end to it’s wonders, a continuous loop

       like a flower in a solarium hydrated that won’t droop.

      So too does a mellow soul with a passion to share

       a story, two stories of greatness to spare

      make the difference between days and years so it seems,

       place hopes up on high, like riding moon beams-

       ageless, maintained in mellow limitless streams

       of soothing liquid prevalent in all dreams.

       A water mellow soul is a soul I am told

       that will cleanse away fears from ages old.

       Taking full advantage of how pain makes ready,

       no growth ever comes when life remains steady.

       Tornadoes must blow.

       The winds must too know

       that to shuffle and stir

       are ways to deter

       apathy and self pity.

       Getting to the nitty gritty

       of living a life

       whether full and with strife

       as best, as complete

       through raging Summer’s heat.

      Who can appreciate love having experienced hate? How does the skin know good touch without a show of pain here and there a burning somewhere brings the knowledge of cool no one knows a fool without knowledge of smart. The sounds surrounds. The smells swells.

      So hush and listen as waters glisten, And egrets fly low through the sky. Be still and caress this vision as best As you can.

       Understand…

      Mellow is a place to hang out, to exist.

       It’s tantalizing waters are hard to resist.

       So isn’t this the place, the BEST someplace to be?

       Stand in certainty, while waters flow peacefully

       soak away worries, disasters and fear.

       Allow a sun-kissed dew drops to replace that salty tear.

       And mellow, so mellow will then take control

       as beautiful life begins to unfold.

      Shush, now listen. Don’t miss a beat as nature’s melodies unfold and greet, as spirits from ancestors whisper the story of how in an evil world a treasure of glory was there to be had amongst all the sad. Linings of platinum in clouds, Angels placed in them. So hope always will float. In riptides a boat remains steady calm under a water mellow balm.

      Quiet and hush! Sit still and not rush as ancestors impart precious dreams take heart but not for granted elders body’s planted now dust in the soil after lives of toil. And the works passed as legacies at last in oral traditions with modern additions passed correctly along in word or in song keeping heritage straight so spines know their fate- upright, no bend as truth flows in about the richness of culture that no master, no vulture can lift, steal, negate away from elders inferenced every day. Impart truths from the old greatest messages told.

       Build neighborhoods, nations instilling honor, respect, congratulations…

      Says a water mellow soul

       is why stories need to be told.

      Understand the highest level of peace

       cannot come or increase

       without acceptance of past

       yielding growths that outlast

       stagnant river streams,

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