In the year of our Lord

The Truth can match wits with anyone!

[[It has been ten years now since anyone in Michelle’s family has befallen a calamity so we are starting to think we will have our wish to be joined.  My family with Michelle are my greatest fans. My sons tell me to not lose faith and we will be together on the farm!!

I hope everyone is having a delicious farmer’s basket of fried chicken, deviled eggs, pickled sweet potatoes and pickled onions and cucumbers washed down by hot chocolate and/or chamomile tea on this fine day.

Michelle and our family and their Church friends have control of two of my websites which are “blueseahorsesreef” and “rainontheroof” – both of them have quite a bit of poetry on them.]]

[GOOD NEWS: Michelle states by Civil Service emergency phone lines that she will be able to visit with me in the near future!!!] [Usually the phone lines are credited with being manned by a large media concern rather than the government.] [[I love Michelle whom I know loves me!]]

[[Here are suggestions from the INK Smudges family::

My Michelle likes Miles Davis’ album “Miles Plays for Lovers.”

Disc 1 – 06 – Spring Creek [George Winston]
Disc 1 – 02 – Anywhere Is [Enya]
12 – Sweet Georgia Brown [Sidney Bechet]
Disc 1 – 01 – My Funny Valentine [Miles Davis]
Disc 5 – 09 – Silver Scale [Tangerine Dream]
Disc 5 – 10 – Jamaican Monk  [Tangerine Dream]


So look what I found in my notes from a couple of years ago.  I think I named this ‘Brandywine.’

Sunflower shower me with wisdom
Then meet me half-way
That I may show you my way
And you could if you would, please,
Show me your way and also
Show me how to remediate my errors 
Into which I may have fallen.
Mighty  trees centuries old dance
For your pleasure – so also for ours
When walking a well worn path
Amongst our dancers desires
And our fellows also walking!
A field of sunflowers so regal
Impress upon me and my friends
A divine site where dwell
We would could we continue praying
Long past our expiration rite stated
Properly on our containers.
But for what is the expiration waiting?
If our most radiant sunflower spoke
With God’s grace for another three hours
While we put fresh diapers on ours
The who is holding closed the gates
Other than our very selves
Too many in over abundance.
Surely we must be in over abundance
For we are still clearly observing
Our sunflower cured to brandywine.


@INK Smudges

I have a brain
Which though inundated
Allows me to think
Then rethink my latest!
The rain falls on insane
Because another word
Allows me to consider
What I might be when absurd.
Long, long it was
Before I came again
To such a word as such!
Such such must be rich
Or what can I think
When I am thinking again
About such an absurd word
As much such!

Doesn’t one when thinking
About the word absurd
When it was a very  happy word
Consider the alternative
That such imbues absurdity –
A niche under the sister sun
And the howling moon
Last seen before the conclusion
Of both antebellum and postbellum!

(Much Such)

@INK Smudges

He should have been!
He was that good – that great.
Once there was a player
Who was so good he was great.
He did not make the wall.
The first time he just lost time
But the last time
He garnered voters for all time.
He now is a shiny new dime.
He was that good – that great.
He should have been
So he must have been
And so for all time he is!

(An Epitaph)

@INK Smudges


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Happy Holidays (I don’t know where the photo comes from so shhhhh!)