I am not posting much these days, I had an exorcist come by the house and begin to rid my computer of Microsoft (The Beast) products. So I have been playing with and learning Linux…amazing what you can do for FREE!!!!! More posting tomorrow…killer sermon yesterday “I don’t have to sin anymore!” that is good news. It isn’t posted on the church site just yet…look for the link or keep checking back at www.nuevocommunitychurch.org.
Sonnet 116. William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his heighth be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Peanut shells splay out
under trudging feet,
cupped upturning hands
catching sloshed beer fly balls.
The uniforms are still midday,
blaring, bright—not yet clay
Hot dogs roll
It is June.
There is an organ somewhere
All the balls were slathered
muddy in Mississippi—somehow
gleam again. The man in Black
we call Blue—
A pile of spittle-drenched sun-
flower seeds sits in my lap. Crack
Spit Crack Spit grows the pile. You
beside me—sun-glassed and blue-
capped and grinning—score-
book on your knee, pencil
in your fingers.
It is June. Father/Son day.
Poem written by Tim Bagdanov
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