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About boomiebol

Finding me- I have always played it safe, too unsure and timid for my good. Now, I have decided to come out of my shell, open myself up to life, and my purpose, and share my writings; I hope I find an honest audience. My writings are based on my realities, my dreams, and my very wild fantasies. I hope you like them. Happy reading!

I Question

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Prayers from these weary lips
Supplications from this trembling heart
Often go unanswered
Night after night
Or so it seems
These eyes lack sight
They do not see past the salty tears

The fate of earth a burden on these tired shoulders
Hope falling with every failed tear wiped dry
Somehow better must be done…
But when and how?
By whom and with what?

The weight of many worries crush my frame
It mocks my faith and belittles my beliefs

What do I believe these days?
Do I believe anymore?
I question life and day I question doubt and faith
I question my existence and its truth
What is my purpose in the midst of hurt that so overwhelms?

Those children going for nights without bread
Their crumbled roofs encircling death & reproach around them
Nightmares overshadow their sleep
Every morning those nightmares unfold in their pained reality

These lips tremble in prayer
This heart cries in supplication
It seeks for hope within my broken center

Perhaps my only hope
The answer that I seek is doing my part
And living in faith

Happy Father’s Day

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His back bent from hours of many work
Eyes tracing tired lines from sleepless nights
Fatigue in the stride of his walk
Specks of gray in his neck
Strength still in his character
Determination and pride in his heart
This task that defines him
This grace calling him MAN

A very happy Father’s Day to all the amazing men! Thank you for all that you do.

Sunny June

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Bright and beaming
Sunny June walked in on a quiet Saturday dawn
Alive and radiant
She cast her net over lands long frozen over
Summer peeking through blue skies
Warmth floating in young minds

* Have a beautiful June friends!!!

I Remain

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In the harshest of weathers
Brimming fire and scorching tones
Ice chilling cold with rivers frozen over
Green leaved trees brown & dead in their fallen glory

I remain
Grounded and unafraid
Strong & unshaken in my stead
Heavy head lifted high
Purposefully kept high

My heart humbly acknowledges
An old & proven truth
Like days of old
This too soon shall pass…

I remain
Grounded and unafraid
Strong & unshaken in my spirit

Cooking

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A mountain they seemed
Piled way up to the top
Different types of meat
Vegetables and fish
5 hours after noon they all were done

Me in the midst of my favorite room
Surrounded by utensils and sweet smells
Burning flames bright and blue
Under stainless steels and Dutch pots
Chicken wings clothed with spinach Floating free in juicy ripe red bell peppers

4 stews, brown rice, and fish steeped in soup later
A week in meals was done

A Good Morning!

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He graced my morning lightly with a kiss
Gentle and kind on the temple
His soft lips blessed my day
Then with a twinkle sparkling bright in his kind eyes
He kissed me deep and wet
Heavily soaked
I drowned in (his) love

Happy Friday friends!!! Hope it’s a great one :) . Hugs and love!

How Quickly I Forget

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The truth is I am blessed
Yet somehow in the midst of life
All I feel is stress
Lost in the world of back and forth
How quickly I forget

How quickly I forget the smile on two dainty faces
Faces that ask to be kissed over and over
Then some more over again
Soft dark skin forever blushing love

How quickly I forget the arms broad and wide wrapping me tight
Night after night
Sweetness and good lust whispered in eager ears

How quickly I forget my father’s words of wisdom
Timely and genuine
Quietly echoed with kindness and strength
Sound correction, profound truth

How quickly I forget the love of a Savior
Offered at will to an undeserving me
Time and time again

How quickly I forget L.O.V.E
Quiet and warm
Cheering me on
Leading me strong…

How quickly I forget
How truly blessed I am

At Noon

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Saturday stole my heart
In the midst of summer’s cold rain
Washed by it’s immense quiet
I lost myself in a book or two
Imagination taking me past 2pm
And prosaic wifely duties