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September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
Honesty is beautiful
Kindness is beautiful
Intelligence is beautiful
Talent is beautiful
I dreamt of autumn in the window's twilight,
And you, a tipsy jesters' throng amidst. '
And like a falcon, having stooped to slaughter,
I love to go out in late September
among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
to eat blackberries for breakfast,
the stalks very prickly, a penalty
Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,
The clustered spires of Frederick stand
January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
On an apple-ripe September morning
Through the mist-chill fields I went
With a pitch-fork on my shoulder
Less for use than for devilment.
You say you love ; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
In the blue sky just a few specks of gray
In the evening of a beautiful day
Though last night it rained and more rain on the way
And that more rain is needed 'twould be fair to say
The pennycandystore beyond the El
is where i first
fell in love
The world is a big ship and humans are travelers
They are always traveling here, there and yonder;
In a long, long, long, long and long journey
Starts from the swing and ends to the cemetery;
1 The golden-rod is yellow;
2 The corn is turning brown;
3 The trees in apple orchards
4 With fruit are bending down.
The pennycandystore beyond the El
is where I first
fell in love
Your voice is like music to the ears
your whisper is like the soften breeze
you may wander daily anywhere, but never lose the way
I'll remain still healthy even though I sleep outside in the hay
Where are you, dear mom?
Hearing you are ill I've come
With the cherries from Michigan
The grapes from Thailand,
And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
I, from a window where the Meuse is wide,
Looked eastward out to the September night;
The men that in the hopeless battle died
Rose, and deployed, and stationed for the fight;
When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail,
She looked so limp and bedraggled,
So foolish and trusting, like a sick poodle,
Or a wizened aster in late September,
born 19.6.32 - deported 24.9.42
Undesirable you may have been, untouchable
you were not. Not forgotten
This is part two of my message: Some things that are true and helpful for you… You can find Part 1 (or the first message of mine with such words) on my webpage: joshuaaaronguillory.com/about. The date and time of that message is September 25,2023, at 12: 13 P.M. There's a racist website (website with [a] racist staff and members]—I exposed the racial-domination game in message 1 (Part 1) of this series—and they sarcastically and after-the-fact deactivated the message, but were unable to deactivate it on my website (or webpage) , proving, of course, that I'm the LORD. At the time of me composing this message, it's still up on my website.1. Unless GOD tells me, the Angels tell me, my own feelings, thoughts, and emotions tell me… that I'm… wrong or guilty, then I'm not in my own heart, eyes, or mind. This is true for me and the meaning of the following ("Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth." - William Shakespeare) . You can't get to me in my own mind to condemn me. Every time you try to flood me with faults you drown in your own. You suffocate in your own. And yes, every word, phrase, verse, or quotation, etc., has a zillion unique interpretations and similar words, phrases, verses, quotations of the same, unique infinitude.— 2. In the Holy Bible (1611 version of King James) , in ‘The History of Susanna, ' Daniel exposes two libelers (two false witnesses and/or accusers) , and, not only that, he gives the name of the house or family they have descended from (pertaining to both their natural and spiritual lineage) ; and also, along with that, he reveals it in public, about the two Elders aforementioned, or before (in front of) a crowd. If not him, then such was permitted to spread among the people, in their presence, in some way, that it was publicized or made public. Daniel went to war against evil, for the sake of Peace and the peaceful ones.— 3. WordPress is not the website that deactivated the first message of this series. I stated in the aforesaid message that the Positivity message (of the multinational, multicultural, and multiracial agenda) is a lame game a part of white supremacy (which no honest person can deny as being what's happening in the world today) . Self-reliance, the propaganda perpetrated from that, is also a part of the selfsame Luciferian conspiracy, which I will discuss in future messages.— 4. Notice in my message of this morning (September 28,2023) , that I never said that the reason why Americans refer to those of India as East Indian(s) is because of the statement I made in that message. I used the word ‘may' to denote or signify the logical reasoning as to why you're ‘able' to refer to them as such. Most, if not all, Americans know, who are of a certain (and well-informed) age, that one of the reasons why East Indians are referred to as such is because of the(ir) similar appearance to, and as a (relative) distinction from, those known as Native Americans, or American Indians, etc.— Have a wonderful and blessed (rest of your) day! I love you always! Peace and Love from God our Father and Goddess our Mother! I always win! Yes, indeed! - Joshua Aaron Guillory
(message composed by me on September 28,2023, at 5: 48 P.M.) (September 28,2023,7: 56 P.M.) [deactivated the message/that message] [Self-reliance, and the propaganda perpetrated from that] [selfsame: very same, identical, etc.] [the/their similar appearance/appearances to] [‘able' or ‘able to'] [to prevent search engines, etc., from using propaganda or counterintelligence against me, my mission and/or my message I typed ‘I'm' with the three dots or periods away from ‘wrong' or ‘guilty'] [my own/mine own] [and same, unique meaning] [The Authorized Version of the Bible: 1611 Edition] [or perpetrated from it] [or drown by your own] [or suffocate by your own] [in some way/someway] [and common sense (of the age comment, in regard to the topic about East Indians, etc.) ] [or God our Mother]
Friday morning, September 8, 2023 at 5: 55 a.m.; Wednesday morning, September 13 at 8: 09 a.m.; early Thursday morning, September 14 at 1: 52 a.m. and later at 7: 24 a.m.; then Friday morning, September 15 at 7: 10 a.m.; Thursday morning, September 21, 2023, begun at 8 a.m, and finished at 8: 14 a.m.
—this poem is for Sarah Jakes who inspired its composition; whether she claims it or not is another matter entirely
September, a month so kind and bright,
In your presence, everything feels right.
Each day, you bring new delights,
Blessings that reach soaring heights.
Look at this (the comments left on some of my more recently submitted ' Showcases '; I've NOT included comments left by me) :
Bri's Second October '22 Showcase, This One Built With Poems, Not Bri's Notes....[ Submitted In October, Not September This Time ] Comments
This month means a lot to me
Once in this month in a different year I ever wanted to betray, absolutely yes, still in September
joy and sadness, and anger as if synergistic with the date printed on each almanac, became a lifeline for me
history was engraved on how Ares was angry by burning several mountains that were on this earth at that time and still existed in September
Hello September, Hello September,
Thanks for the reminder,
Changes are beautiful,
Changes are wonderful,
The mirror of my heart had lost all its shine in September
In my life, for the first time, I drank some wine in September
Broken waves of Saharan sand show condition of my heart
Born far from where
I was supposed to be,
September fir se aa gayi hai!
kitna ajeeb sa lagata hai
k main jo shaadi-shuda nahin hoon
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