Scattered Thoughts from a Scattered Mind: Volume X

By David Mills

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781543498561

David Mills

David Mills has worked in the field of pneumatic conveying for over forty years. From 1998 – 2006 he was Professor of Bulk Solids Handling at Glasgow Caledonian University. He has published over 170 papers in the field, and has been working as an independent consultant in pneumatic conveying since 1996.

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On Testament Street

William relented and gave up his ghost,

Taking his place with the heavenly host.

His hope holding true, his faith now restored,

He no longer worried his pleas were ignored.

Danny followed suit as the clock struck ten,

We’ve seen this thing happen again and again.

The best of the best are needed upstairs,

For diplomat service and foreign affairs.

The records will show they lived quite a life,

They honored their parents, never caused strife,

They checked in together, their names on the sheet,

Twenty six hundred Testament Street.

Identity

I’m a candle for your light,

I’m the teddy bear held tight,

I’m your wishes all come true,

A treat, not trick, for you.

I’m a peaceful meadow stream,

I’m the pleasure of your dreams,

I’m your partner, tried and true,

A door that welcomes you.

I’m a culture grown to form,

I’m departure from the norm,

I’m the calming ocean breeze,

A place to live at ease.

Restored

A cutting now in bloom,

Explorer’s unearthed tomb,

Darkness soon knows light,

A blessing in my sight.

Fresh shelter from the rain,

A pause in suffering pain,

A train that’s found good track,

When are you coming back?

A break in endless days,

This program of new ways,

It’s good to be alive,

How soon do you arrive?

Friends, Now Lovers

What enhances bond,

When friends graduate to fond?

Who applies the chemistry,

In the adoration industry?

Where do you begin,

As I come to an end?

Who pulls back the covers,

When friends become new lovers?

For Love

For the days now gathered far behind,

For the ones that lie ahead,

For the times I whispered, I love you,

For the times it went unsaid.

For the hourglass with little left,

For the life that drains away,

For the bond this blessed union made,

For never being led astray.

For art created from the heart,

For the canvas now in frame,

For wonders that will never cease,

For memories to regain.

For these and more I find in you,

The quality of life,

For the times I said so gleefully,

Yes, that’s her, my wife!

(for Ann)

For Loren

Nothing short of days ago,

I was a troubled man,

I had no lease, I knew not peace,

I begged for sweet release.

Then something bloomed within me,

A garden taking root,

The Masters hand revealed His plan,

Though crippled, I now stand.

What once was bound and scarlet,

Is washed as white as wool,

The gift was free, He gave to me,

I honor Him on bended knee.

And of these days remaining,

Whether many now or few,

I’ll give my heart, I’ll do my part,

Becoming His work of art.

19 Days

First here, then there, then everywhere,

The trials and tribulations grew,

Exponentially in their growth,

Released to rave reviews.

The best we had were on it,

The brightest of our kind,

They ran their tests, they made requests,

And worked behind closed blinds.

Nothing like this can happen,

We constantly told ourselves,

We’ve come too far, we’ve raised the bar,

We even have shelves for elves.

Yet then it somehow ended,

Dominion no longer ruled,

We saw the hand of God that day,

And some were tagged as fools.

Even Me

My baby doll is sleeping,

                        and I don’t have a kiss that wakes,

So I’ll sit right here beside her,

                        no matter how long it takes.

We’ve strung these years together,

                        the best ones of my life,

She is my friend, my lover, she agreed to be my wife.

She raised us all together, the boys and I for sure,

She didn’t mind the ailments,

                        she always had the cure.

We lived to tease and please her,

                        we loved to see her smile,

She made our home a happy one,

                        she even laid the tile.

Everyone that knew her,

                        was blessed to know her name,

Strangers or her loved ones,

                        she treated them all the same.

She gave her love so freely, a follower of the Lord,

Wherever she was headed, you wanted to be aboard.

These were her accomplishments,

                        her treasures laid above.

She’ll one day soon receive them

                        from the Savior of pure love.

I hope to see it happen, I know I’ll shout with glee,

Of the plan he put together, that included even me.

(for Ann)

Texture

Providence plans the path for you,

Chance encounters, running feuds,

All to watch you work the maze,

Winter nights, to summer days.

You never get to meet your host,

Or know when you will be approached,

By GPS that makes no sense,

Pandora’s box of discontent.

Yet off we run to board the train,

Never mind the crushing strain,

Of lovers lost, of weakened knees,

Of forest hidden for the trees.

They say that time will one day gain,

A cleaner slate without the stain,

Our task at hand to carry on,

With watchful eye to great beyond.

The Scrapbook

I’m building us a scrapbook,

Of the years we had to share,

If you’re looking down upon me,

You can help me with each square.

I dug through all the closets,

Emptied every drawer,

I overturned the boxes,

Even looked behind the doors.

I found your hiding places,

For cards and letters too,

Sentiments, expressions,

Of how we all loved you.

So walk along here with me,

As I languish in our past,

The life we lived together,

A highway built to last.

Daytona

Two blocks off the beach a rooster crows,

As the sun peeks over horizon,

The homeless are up and moving about,

With meth-heads scratching away.

Another day dawns in dystopian form,

While the tourists jog idly by.

Yet buses still venture to government schools,

The children awake on their phones.

The trash cans are emptied,

                        the streets are swept clean,

A mindless adventure for broken old bones.

A role written out, an abject persona,

Where have you gone Daytona?

Dear Sir, Madam, or Occupant,

It has come to the attention of this investigative board, that someone at this address recently had a birthday.

If this is you, please enjoy the enclosed gift certificate with our best wishes.

If, however, this is not your birthday, you now have two choices:

1) present this certificate to the person at this address who HAS recently had a birthday…or…

2) throw this envelope and letter away and keep the certificate for yourself mentioning it to no one (which would of course be breaking the law,..but it is an option).

If there is no one at this address who has recently had a birthday then obviously there has been a mistake made @ operational headquarters and we ask that you deliver this envelope, letter and certificate to the nearest United States Post Office.

Simply tell them, A mistake has been made @ operational headquarters and I am returning this in it’s entirety.

You will be rewarded with a 15% off coupon for any purchase from Dillards for your troubles (once you spend at least $75).

Please be advised that we are watching you…so be a good citizen and do the right thing.

Regards,

Lt. Paul Silverstone

Operational Headquarters

United States Postal Service

(Ann’s birthday card, April 2020)

Day Zero

What has begun?

How shall it end?

My newly minted,

Faithful friend.

Was it fate?

Or clearly bait?

I do not know,

But cannot wait.

To see the next,

Amusing text,

And languish in,

It’s fond effects.

Safe to say,

Another day,

I’ll gladly work,

With you as pay.

A Note For B

For days turned weeks,

For texts that speak,

Reward is mine,

From one so kind.

For giving ear,

For friendship near,

You’ve taken calls,

From darkened halls.

For talking out,

What life’s about,

You’ve helped me see,

I can be free.

You’ll never know,

I needed so,

From one so kind,

Who gave her time.

Nightfall

Crystal stars in rebel skies,

Preaching truths, compounding lies.

Beside this campfire, we both lay,

Warm and comfy, as they say.

She alone is all I need,

My author’s note, my book to read.

We see the ocean from our perch,

Our endless joy, our eastern church.

A wondrous night envelopes us,

The thought of leaving, treasonous.

The mute and mystic moon above,

Records the wonder of our love.

Jump

Let’s jump in the water, see it it’s cold,

We’ll write this story brash and bold.

Nothing gained is always lost,

We’ll move ahead no matter the cost.

Let’s run to the hills, let’s hide away,

Bring your clothes so you can stay.

I’ll wager you at twice the price,

Together we’ll find a place that’s nice.

Let’s take our chances, move right now,

Come on girl, I’ll show you how.

There’s sights to see, far away places,

County Fair fun with piglet races!

Let’s sell the farm and bank the cash,

We’ll live on love and balderdash.

I’ll show you the world, we’ll have us a time,

Designer chocolates, screw top wine.

Going Ramona

My mail is