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In conversation, I prefer Christopher. My mom named me after Christopher Robin, after all. In writing, I use “C L Couch” (or, more simply, “c l couch”) because the form is genderless and also frankly easier to use. I have awful writer’s cramp. I am an educator more or less retired, more or less due to disability. At present, I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). My writing here I mean to be occasional and also devotional. Either or both. The banner and profile photographs are by my friend and peer Debra Danielson. More of Debbie’s work to be enjoyed is at debradanielson.org. Thanks to each of you and both and all for coming to my blog.

meeting God

(x = space)

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meeting God

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how deep the ocean

and shall we ever know it

how far the sky

beyond the blue

and empty black

and shall we reach what’s next

and the last

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what’s inside

and shall we understand

to fix the organs

and blood flow

between them

achieve perfection

or much longer life

at least

to have the body

cooperating with itself

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and where is energy

and will

to do so

it is there

many serve with it

and so will fix things

and explore

and reach until

everything is reached

and there is God

waiting

not to say

why so long

but to say

well done

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we go on

to what’s next

to discover

and those behind

who sponsor

and who wait

even to love

those leaving

and generally

the people

on the world

on new worlds

inhabiting

and to have

more and more

the better lives

fed and clothed and watered

steeped in art

to make the generation

bright and beautiful

shall do the exploring

next

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with God

after God

quiet God

maybe with a part of God

to keep

to save

when necessary

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otherwise

in the imposed Edenic way

to leave us

as it’s been

on our own

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Photo by Birmingham Museums Trust on Unsplash

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Poetry 180 from the Library of Congress

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Poetry 180 from the Library of Congress

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I’ve been through the series

A few times now

I’ve read

And taken notes

Cut-and-paste the parts

That one way or another get

To me,

Placing everything inside

A sort of commonplace book

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I speak

Electronically;

Everything for now

Is not on paper

But kept in columns

In the storage space

I rent

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And I wonder if

I take out the same parts

Of poems

Except the new ones

Year by year:

Take them out and keep them

In the way I keep the same parts

Via electrons

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It’s a terrific series;

I forget it’s not for me

(I am

the second audience

at best)

I mean, I don’t think Billy Collins

And the staff

Of the LoC mind that I read this

And keep it

And I like,

Even that I’m changed

Though not a highschooler

And not changed as one

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https://www.loc.gov/programs/poetry-and-literature/poet-laureate/poet-laureate-projects/poetry-180/

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Photo by sarina gr on Unsplash

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Glory

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Glory

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It’s a Sunday feeling

For those who have a Sunday

To be speaking

And singing to the Lord

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The pastor cites

The shortest psalm

As an invocation,

Which is an invitation

More so a directive

To be singing

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Can you imagine David

Dancing first

Before the ark

When it was brought into

Jerusalem?

There was singing then

And all the instruments

We’ve heard about

That played

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Today is Mission Sunday at this church

So there are connections to the world

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Everyone’s invited

Everywhere

Not as a number

But as you,

You are invited

To meet Jesus

Through us

Not because we are messiahs

But because

We can quote him

Tell his story

Show you something of his love

For everyone

And the hope that the whole human world

Might be saved,

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Which is God’s wish

But not God’s will

For God has mitigated God

In favoring our will

And our decisions

Yes, it’s the reason why

The world is so flawed

And screws up so badly

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That according to the story

Has made us

The silent planet in the universe

Burning other planets

With what happened in the garden

And then

Going quiet

While the planet’s fate is determined

Of itself

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Then there will be noise

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But here is David

In Jerusalem

And there is great noise

Locally

That celebrates

That helps to consecrate

The presence and the symbol

And our rendering of faith

In holy God

And in each other

As neighbors

And a nation

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The world will not know you, Lord;

And nations will fall

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We could wish it were not so,

And we do

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But not everyone will be there

In the sky

The circle won’t be broken

But our hearts,

Well,

They are other matters

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It’s a Sunday feeling

For those who have a Sunday

And take one

Or on another day

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We have been ransomed

From kidnapping,

From the prisons

Huge or small—all intimate

When they should not

Have to be

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The world violates our souls

And yet we believe

And from the ashes

Of all sins consumed

At last,

We shall rise

Who choose to rise

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The glory of the Lord

In homely ways

Inside the heart

We do not understand

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How something so

Cosmically grand

Can live in something

So small

As our souls,

One soul by one

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Then there is the glory

That we read about

And then imagine:

The universe made straight

While also bending low,

We with that

And all the Earth

That knows at last

This is it,

The certainty of God

In blinding presence

That will not hurt our eyes

And the song of angels,

Unbinded song

That should destroy

But will not touch eardrums

Adversely

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The glory of the Lord

Clearly

All there is,

Compelling

As to break our souls

Though it will not—in fact,

We’ll never had been

Better,

Freer,

Then to get

Our next assignments

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Photo by Christian Cagni on Unsplash

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Magic Acts

(x = space)

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Magic Acts

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The day is

Here

And I am glad

And it’s a mess

And I

Am glad

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Snow would vie with rain

Ice with streets

That are only wet

The wintry mix

They say

That sounds like salad

In a bag

I could select from bags

In the store

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Thank you for

Messy days

Indeterminate;

I think I see

A patch of yellow and of green

On the tree out back

And now it’s gone,

That is,

The patch of light

And not

The tree

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Yes, it is

Strange magic

Or I think it is

And I have a movie on

That I barely see or hear

Because

The day itself

Is more compelling,

And I can keep the background

Images

And especially the sounds

For the distraction

Of tinnitus

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While looking better

At the black and brown

And white

And listening for wind

That pushes everything

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A moving day outside

With patches

Now and then

Of yellow and of green,

Brighter parts

And shaded

While the sun and moon

Trade places

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And is that not

(sorry,

kinescope

and nickelodeon)

The more compelling

Magic

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C L Couch

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Photo by Susan Wilkinson on Unsplash

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Salut

(x = space)

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Salut

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The day has

Gone from blue to gray

And if so

That’s what we’ll have

But still it is the day

And it is ours

Not to possess

But to keep

As in maintain

Improve

In gratitude

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A paean to the planet

Only gods who are

Not there

Desire;

Praise is fine

But better spent

In care

Like rearing children

Or taking care of grown-ups

In their ages

(maybe six and seven

out of seven)

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In other words,

Do well by Earth

While it is

Under you and over you

And inside you

For planets

And our home among them

Circling stars

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Photo by redcharlie | @redcharlie1 on Unsplash

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haiku (more)

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haiku

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slow nature inside

plants grow in unsure seasons

ours darkness or light

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unsurely outside

winter by a calendar

summer another

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creature on a branch

cardinal or squirrel set

then fly or skitter

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(like those earlier, these haiku can relate to each other, though I doubt there is a rule about connection; or each haiku may stand alone, which I guess is more traditional)

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Photo by Vincent van Zalinge on Unsplash

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Open Sesame

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Open Sesame

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An easy day

Because I’ve made it

A combining of

Forgetfulness

With compromise

As virtues

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The pleasure in a cup of coffee

With a story

For companionship

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If willing,

A companion

Who forgets and compromises, too

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There we’ll reach and leave the summit

Of the day

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Tomorrow

I or we might have another

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Photo by Martin Adams on Unsplash

Sunflower in the Sky

Geneva, Switzerland

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haiku

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haiku

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twenty pages in

the need to gaze and breathe out

outside for elsewhere

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city-wise black trees

darkened too the sky-wept street

nature go with tears

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after rain is haze

exhale into clarity

newly gifts of night

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Photo by Emil Widlund on Unsplash

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Deprem Çantası Nedir? İçerisinde Neler Olmalı ?

from Turkey, what goes in an earthquake bag

binbiricerik's avatar

Deprem sonrası ilk saatler çok önemlidir. Gelen depremle birlikte oluşan ilk şok; karmaşaya, iletişimsizliğe ve kaosa yol açabilir.

İşte bu ilk dakikalarda, yardım ekiplerinin bu karmaşa ortamından sıyırılıp, enkaz altındaki depremzedeye ulaşması zaman alabilir.

Bunun için bu ilk dakikalarda yakınınızda veya ulaşabileceğiniz bir konumda deprem çantası olması hayati öneme sahiptir.

Peki hazırlayacağımız bu deprem çantasının içerisinde neler olmalı? Gelin hazırladığımız bu yazımızda, hep beraber nelere ihtiyaç olacağını inceleyelim.

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  • Önemli Belge Fotokopileri

Deprem çantasında kimlik, tapu, pasaport, diploma gibi belgelerin fotokopileri olmalı mı ?

Hazırlayacağımız deprem çantasında Nüfus cüzdanı, ehliyet gibi kimlik bilgilerimizi içeren belgelerin fotokopilerini bulundurabiliriz.

bunların yanında tapu, ruhsat, sigorta belgelerini ve zorunlu deprem sigortası poliçesinin fotokopisinide ekleyebiliriz.

son olarakda, diplomalar, pasaport ve banka cüzdanı veya varsa evcil hayvan…

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