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About TAD
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Tad “JTK.CA” NudistPoet
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2021-10-17
2021-10-16
2021-10-15
Just woke up from a dream in which I came down a geometrically strange rocky staircase inside a building. When I got to the bottom, I started singing, as if in an opera, "Is not this staircase the most astounding piece of architecture you've ever seen? I think I want to marry it!" Yes. All my dreams are weird, but that one cracked me up inside. ðĪĢð
2021-10-13
"SOUNDS FALL"
(Two
Poems: "SLEEP" and "DEATH")
by http://JTK.CA (Jonathan Tad Ketchen)
SLEEP
Sounds
fall
Light
dies
I
close my ears
And
close my eyes
I
hear a song that can't be heard
Sung
every night by a bird
That
sings to me in my sleep
With
a melancholy tweet
And
when I wake
I
wonder why
A
fictitious bird
Can
make me cry
My
hair is falling on the page
As
I write a poem without age
As
I grow older beginning to bald
One
hair at a time my life does fall
DEATH
Sounds
fall
Life
dies
I
close my ears
And
close my eyes
I
wrote a poem long ago
All
my hair is gone
So
now I go
I
sing a song I don't recognize
As
I leave a shell on Planet Earth
My place of
birth
But I'm born
again
And
I do not cry
Nor
wonder why
2021-10-10
"BOBA FETT WALKS ACROSS A SERENE SCI-FI LANDSCAPE" by JTK.CA
Dad (twitter.com/RevDavidKetchen) was a Presbyterian pastor, so it is not uncommon for my dreams to be set in former church buildings or hybrids of former church buildings. In my last dream session, I had a weird one. The carpet throughout the church was ordinary, but there was a small patch in the narthex (lobby) that was Boba Fett carpet. Yes, you read that right. Out in the sanctuary, where the carpet was normal, I noticed an empty space in the carpet, so I went out to the narthex, cut out a piece of the Boba Fett carpet, and perfectly filled the carpet hole in the sanctuary with Boba Fett walking across some serene sci-fi landscape.
Then the dream got REALLY weird. One of the church elders showed up, and it was U.S. Senator Lindsey Graham. Yeah, I told you my dreams are weird. He was incensed with Boba Fett carpet in the narthex and ripped it off the floor, yelling, "Do you know what this is?" And all I could think was, I hope he doesn't notice what I did in the sanctuary.
-- Jonathan Tad Ketchen (bitly.com/AllMyDreamsAreWeird)
Dad (twitter.com/RevDavidKetchen) was a Presbyterian pastor, so it is not uncommon for my dreams to be set in former church buildings or hybrids of former church buildings. In my last dream session, I had a weird one. The carpet throughout the church was ordinary, but there was a small patch in the narthex (lobby) that was Boba Fett carpet. Yes, you read that right. Out in the sanctuary, where the carpet was normal, I noticed an empty space in the carpet, so I went out to the narthex, cut out a piece of the Boba Fett carpet, and perfectly filled the carpet hole in the sanctuary with Boba Fett walking across some serene sci-fi landscape.
Then the dream got REALLY weird. One of the church elders showed up, and it was U.S. Senator Lindsey Graham. Yeah, I told you my dreams are weird. He was incensed with Boba Fett carpet in the narthex and ripped it off the floor, yelling, "Do you know what this is?" And all I could think was, I hope he doesn't notice what I did in the sanctuary.
-- Jonathan Tad Ketchen (bitly.com/AllMyDreamsAreWeird)
2021-10-08
2021-10-03
“SILENT PAGE”
by Tad ( JTK.CA ) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen
TadCreations.com
Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (http://JTK.CA)
(“Let us fix our eyes on
Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith...”
— Hebrews 12:2a {NIV})
Let me be a silent page,
Free from babble,
Free from rage,
Relinquishing my futile mental powers,
Leaving all power to the Sage.
Faith is Jesus’ poem,
So I must be a blank page for Him,
Not writing in my mental shenanigans
To supplement His verse.
How can my minute mental minutia
Help the Creator of the universe?
I cannot help;
Who can counsel the Wonderful Counselor?
I can’t offer peace to the Prince of Peace
So He can give it back to me.
I cannot explain God to God.
How can I, the king of disgrace,
Set the terms of God’s unfathomable grace?
He sets the terms.
Who must I be?
I must be a silent page,
Washed pure white by the red blood of Jesus
(The incomprehensible colours of God’s grace),
Washed clean of all my attempts to
Write my own life and a faith based on my own understanding.
Paper can’t complain to the Author
For what He writes on it.
Neither can I influence the Poem of Faith
Jesus is writing on my white surface which He purified.
He erased all my futile imaginings from the page;
And on the clean sheet, the page of my life,
The Sage of Sages
Writes a poem in progress.
He has His eraser handy
And will remove any other attempts of mine
To alter His poem.
Jesus is the Poet.
I am but one of His poems in progress.
You may be His poem too,
But we each must be His silent page.
He’s the Author and Perfecter of our faith;
It’s His pen;
And we are His paper.
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by Tad ( JTK.CA ) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen
TadCreations.com
Copyright © JONATHAN TAD KETCHEN (http://JTK.CA)
(“Let us fix our eyes on
Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith...”
— Hebrews 12:2a {NIV})
Let me be a silent page,
Free from babble,
Free from rage,
Relinquishing my futile mental powers,
Leaving all power to the Sage.
Faith is Jesus’ poem,
So I must be a blank page for Him,
Not writing in my mental shenanigans
To supplement His verse.
How can my minute mental minutia
Help the Creator of the universe?
I cannot help;
Who can counsel the Wonderful Counselor?
I can’t offer peace to the Prince of Peace
So He can give it back to me.
I cannot explain God to God.
How can I, the king of disgrace,
Set the terms of God’s unfathomable grace?
He sets the terms.
Who must I be?
I must be a silent page,
Washed pure white by the red blood of Jesus
(The incomprehensible colours of God’s grace),
Washed clean of all my attempts to
Write my own life and a faith based on my own understanding.
Paper can’t complain to the Author
For what He writes on it.
Neither can I influence the Poem of Faith
Jesus is writing on my white surface which He purified.
He erased all my futile imaginings from the page;
And on the clean sheet, the page of my life,
The Sage of Sages
Writes a poem in progress.
He has His eraser handy
And will remove any other attempts of mine
To alter His poem.
Jesus is the Poet.
I am but one of His poems in progress.
You may be His poem too,
But we each must be His silent page.
He’s the Author and Perfecter of our faith;
It’s His pen;
And we are His paper.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
2021-09-22
Those stars on both sides of my collar are not really stars. They are my close-up photo of a black gumdrop. ð ❤
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| Those stars on both sides of my collar are not really stars. They are my close-up photo of a black gumdrop. ð ❤ |
2021-09-01
My latest Lunar Photograph from the wee hours of Tuesday morning (2021-08-31 @ 03:06). You’re welcome. 1/10 sec. f/6.5 277 mm (1,550 mm equivalent) with my bitly.com/SonyDSC-H400 (a mind-blowing 63x optical zoom digital camera) — © Tad (http://JTK.CA) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen ::: #ShareYourWeather
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2021-08-23
These are the relative apparent sizes (when viewed from Earth). I shot these at midnight on August 19 & 20, 2021, with my bitly.com/SonyDSC-H400. L to R: JUPITER surrounded with its moons, SATURN, & Earth’s MOON. — Tad ( JTK.CA ) @NudistPoet a.k.a. JT Ketchen
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These are the relative apparent sizes (when viewed from Earth). I shot these at midnight on August 19 & 20, 2021, with my bitly.com/SonyDSC-H400.
L to R: JUPITER surrounded with its moons, SATURN, & Earth’s MOON.
2021-08-18
2021-08-17
2021-08-16
What looks like a starfield is actually my photograph of a black gumdrop. And the mountain range in front of the moon is NOT a mountain range. It’s the profile (side view) of a female statue’s face which I deliberately lined up with the FULL moon to cut the moon in half, simulating a first quarter moon with an astonished look on her day/night terminator. In my JTK.CA website address, the top of the J points to her eye, and the top of the A points to her open mouth. — © Tad (http://JTK.CA) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen
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What looks like a starfield is actually my photograph of a black gumdrop. And the mountain range in front of the moon is NOT a mountain range. It’s the profile (side view) of a female statue’s face which I deliberately lined up with the FULL moon to cut the moon in half, simulating a first quarter moon with an astonished look on her day/night terminator. In my JTK.CA website address, the top of the J points to her eye, and the top of the A points to her open mouth. — © Tad (http://JTK.CA) @NudistPoet a.k.a. Jonathan Tad Ketchen |
2021-08-12
Hello! This is JTK.CA, and looking through my images, I think I’ve found my perfect background. Yes, I’m insane. http://JTK.CA (Jonathan Tad Ketchen)
Hello! This is JTK.CA, and looking through my images, I think I’ve found my perfect background. Yes, I’m insane. http://JTK.CA (Jonathan Tad Ketchen)
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