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Albina Kumirova Poem
Although information is now abound,
but meddled by those in power,
in floods of deception how truth can be found?
It’s trampled upon, like a flower.
All media, owned by globalists, lie,
they twist every fact and distort it.
Like jackals, they readily them vilify,
who truth by the actions supported.
Not many have guts those lies to confront,
but if one is brave to dare,
like in the dark ages, they start a witch-hunt,
as if it’s a noble affair.
Such media plants a delusion like seeds,
their lies in all spheres pervade.
All, who are concerned, should unmask their deeds,-
the Lord tells: “Do not be afraid”!
The truth is commodity they dispose,
by censoring and dominating,
and anyone, who would deception expose,
can be persecution awaiting.
The freedoms are quickly expiring now,
discussions, debates are strangled,
and minds of many today somehow
are in a confusion entangled.
How many so cowardly try to fit in
with narratives crazily twisted?
Refusal to know the truth is a sin,
if even lies are iron-fisted.
It's sad when self-censoring now occurs
in them, who are stricken with fear.
The line between good and evil then blurs,
when we to the lies adhere.
The demons are joyful, when truth is suppressed,
and who stands for truth nowadays?
The morals of people and courage regressed,-
how many have lost their ways?
When doors to the truth, being shut one by one,
then darkness becomes their light
and, looking for money, for pleasure, and fun,
they envy, and slander, and fight.
How broad is the road for perishing souls,
for all who had wickedness chose!
But when politicians have sinister goals,
the Bible tells us to expose.
Expose activities of the dark force
which looms above freedoms today -
increasing control that they endorse
and with people’s minds they play.
A person, whose eyes are open, can
stand up to dishonesty, brave.
He could undermine the satanists’ plan,
refusing the role of a slave.
And even if he for resisting can be
afflicted, abused, trodden down,
his spirit, unfettered, unbound, and free,
will get from Christ Jesus a crown.
22-26.02.2023
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“And we know that all things work together
for good to those who love God,
to those who are the called
according to His purpose.” Romans 8:28
When your hope is weak and flickering,
as a candle that’s dimly lit,
don’t listen to devil’s whispering,
trust in Jesus and don’t quit.
In the darkness of night you’re wondering,
if you have any strength to cope.
God allows pain and suffering
for a reason beyond our scope.
Are you facing a difficult trial
or experiencing a loss?
God is testing us for a while,
separating gold and dross.
It might seem, solitude is unbearable,
but with God you are not alone,
and your Father in Heaven is capable
to transform into bread a stone.
Stick to Jesus! He knows better.
Our problems are not God’s whim.
With His blood Christ has written a letter,
saying that we are free in Him.
Stick to Jesus, His word and His promise,
no matter what life brings.
Seek in Him alone your solace
and surrender to Him all things.
Not forever distress and sorrow,
not forever your bitter tears.
Look! It’s coming, the day of tomorrow,
which will banish your angst and fears.
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It’s not a dreaded story, created by Grimms*,
but shouldn’t it horror in us and reflection ignite?
Ten thousand children born with malformed limbs
and brain defects, which were caused by thalidomite.
Of comfort and joy to be normal they didn’t know,
the victims of their mothers, who trusted science,
these children, deformed, handicapped, they had to grow,
the victims of mothers, who had on Pharma reliance.
With their arms and legs strikingly far too short,
to have them full length, they were to dream and to yearn.
Some parents sued drug companies then in court,
but with regards to limbs, who can them return?
But who was there in charge to predict outcomes?
These innocent babies knew never right from wrong...
A sedative to combat nausea of pregnant mums
condemned them to live with consequences all life long.
Condemned to attract attention by looks so strange,
with their mothers condemned to the feelings of guilt.
And only Christ one day can their bodies change,
and make them perfect one day, with His Spirit inbuilt.
Before He comes to announce His Kingdom, we
still tied to wrong preconceptions, like blind live,
still tasting bitterness of the forbidden tree,
forgetting the whole trust to the Lord to give.
And, trusting scientists more than the help divine,
in ignorance or rebellion paying price,
with demons we can accidentally then align,
when throwing into unknown our lives’ dice.
Experiments still continue, but people applaud
whatever presented to them as achievements great.
How many still trust the medicine more than God?
They put on one scale trust, on the other – fate.
28-29.12.2023
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“The one who overcomes shall inherit all things,
and I will be his God, and he will be My son.
But the cowardly, unbelieving, abominable,
murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers,
idolaters, and all liars shall have their part
to the lake which burns with fire and brimstone,
which is the second death.”
Revelation 21:7-8
Virus came like a sudden thunder.
Rich are using this golden chance
to attack, to destroy and plunder,
and the global plans to advance.
The concocted story was taken
as reality by the mass,
and the whole planet was shaken,
heading straight to an impasse.
By the sorceries, pharmakeia,
with a wishful thinking stitched,
by a magical panacea
people strangely are bewitched.
They welcome this remedy shoddy,
singing all propaganda hymns,
when the substance in their bodies
spreads a poison to the limbs.
“Alleluia!” naive are crying,
“We’ll be saved and healthy now!”,
they welcome media’s lying,
and to new regulations bow.
They forget there was a warning
that the Lord gave us in the past,
and I am in my soul mourning,
by the lack of discernment aghast.
Lord, have mercy on them, short-sighted,
rushing to the call of Baal,
by the spirit of darkness benighted,
by the spirit of the cabal.
Dominated by fear feelings,
they ignore Your forewarning word.
Give them wisdom and give them healing,
make them see and forgive them, Lord!
22-25.01.2022
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Sponsor L MILTON HANKINS
Contest Name PANTOUM ON WRITING POETRY
Date of creating the poem 7 December 2022
I cannot sleep for an unknown reason,
The light is off, but thoughts are in confusion...
Perhaps, it is my poems writing season,
as poetry is coming in profusion.
The light is off, but thoughts are in confusion,
and, burgeoning with rhythm and with rhymes,
the words invade my mind in profusion,
like it had been before in old times.
They, burgeoning with rhythm and with rhymes,
so easily, and full of gentle grace,
like it had been before in old times,
a while ago, in another place.
So easily, so full of gentle grace,
the words were streaming from my heart inane
a while ago, in another place,
when I have been in love- perhaps, insane.
It’s history, but what I find odd:
I cannot sleep for an unknown reason,
as this is known only to God...
Perhaps, it’s just a poems writing season?
7.12.2022
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“Even though I walk through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”
Psalm 23:4
Teach me, my Lord, how to live according
words of the Spirit and daily the Bible trust,
neither resentment, nor anger, or rancour hoarding,
for to be merciful and forgiving I must.
I’m in the realm of shadows, where hearts are harder
and where Satan is ruling, our common foe.
Help me to love you, Lord, with a greater ardour,
if in the darkest valley I have to go.
How to live in this world, where darkness abounds?
things are absurd, and sins are becoming laws,
where demonic force more and more surrounds,
quietly at my heart anxiety gnaws.
Something’s disturbing me, I can’t tell, it’s blurry,
but in the world of fraud, deceit, and intrigue,
possibly it’s for my children some deepest worry
or maybe I am struck by regrets or fatigue.
The callous world is deaf to God’s revelations
and to suppress the truth it frantically tries,
a shroud of falsehood envelops entire nations,
minds of people are trapped in the devil’s lies.
I am, it seems, in this world no longer needed,
and sleepless nights, perhaps, my hopes erode.
Yet, in my deepest core I cannot be defeated,
faith in You, Lord Jesus, cannot corrode.
Should I dare to grumble, if even You,
God in the flesh, walked on earth on the dusty roads,
tiredness and fatigue so well You knew,
overwhelmed with people's complaints loads.
Should I bemoan my losses, when even You,
being abandoned by friends at the biased trial,
with the exception of very few,
and you experienced then your disciple’s denial.
Should I groan from hurt, when the King of kings,
You by the Roman guards were hit on the face,
You, the Creator, from whom any life springs,
with Your forgiveness repentant sinners embrace.
Being betrayed, and spat at, and crucified,
with mocking crowds of mob laughing at You,
You for their sins on the cross had died,
staying to God alone faithful and true.
Risen from death to life, You are giving hope,
when in this darkened world any hope dies.
Setting my heart on You, I can now cope,
and from my grief and pain my soul can rise.
26.01.2022
This is an English version of my poem
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Insidious political correctness
is pushed from top to bottom - to entice
with policies immoral, stupid, reckless,
for which the population pays the price.
Political correctness is a weapon!
When no longer wisdom operates,
in people's private lives it's to step in,
then it controls, divides, separates.
Abolishing the pleasure of discussions,
suppressing questions, murdering debates,
it threatens at the least with repercussions
and, using regulations, it dictates.
It aims at emotional responses,
discarding logic, merciless, it bends
all that is sound, filling us with nonsense
by wielding powers of crazy woke trends.
And now it's destroying education,
as those, who remain firmly free
meet disapproval, hatred, condemnation,
if they can't with everything agree.
By saying "Merry Christmas", when you mean it,
by calling woman "woman", we offend!
It's getting worse, it seems, by every minute,
when we cannot a private view defend.
The plague of political intrusion,
like locusts, is devouring our minds,
creating fear, anger, and confusion,
and more discord and problems of all kinds.
It's more than a societal malaise,-
it is an illness, causing freedom's death:
free thinking is a crime nowadays,
where minds, suffocating, gasp for breath.
Like gangrene, penetrating every nation,
destroying language, cumbersome it grew,
and at the core it's just manipulation
of human thought - in order to subdue.
When truth is censored, heavily diluted,
and governments our liberties oppress,
the freedom is imprisoned, persecuted...
You cannot in this climate thoughts express.
Disguised in a phony pseudo-care,
it hides its malevolence beneath.
The New World Order, cruel and unfair,
reveals Big Brother's fists and rotten teeth.
When media makes steps, alas, gigantic,
eliminating basic human rights,
there is no reason for becoming frantic,
when you are guided by the Lord's insights.
Although this world upsets and disappoints,
when we for freedoms of past days morn,
have no fear all, whom God appoints
to be His children, of His Spirit born.
In order to combat the world insane
that dominates media online,
one cannot silent presently remain,
who truly cares for the truth to shine.
A Christian with this Goliath fights
relying on the weapon of the Word,
defending godly principles and rights
by using this divine mighty sword.
Oh, give us wisdom, Lord, when we are facing
the giants of this day and fear not,
protect us, with your angels wings embracing
and show the Goliath's weakest spot!
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When doubts beat you like waves
on coastlines, then trust in
the King of righteousness, who saves
us from destruction and from sin.
Compassionate to all repentant,
Christ shows mercy from His heart,
and with His power transcendent
He offers sinners a new start.
He rescues us from flames, snatching -
from prisons, illnesses, and strife,
and no-one His might is matching,
when He is giving a new life.
He wants to turn not a new page,
but everything in you renew,
and He desires to engage
with everything that makes you YOU.
When you obtain Christ’s forgiveness,
He gives you also new roles.
Become a partner in His business:
help Him to rescue other souls!
25.03.2024
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The Holy Spirit through our souls searches
and in despair silently He cries:
there are so many Pharisees in churches,
exhibiting hypocrisy and lies.
About Christ abundantly they know,
their knowledge they're happy to parade,
but not His holy image they show,
preferring to fake and masquerade.
Insulting Jesus Christ, our living God,
they're blind to His teaching's higher goals.
Theology so often twisted, flawed,
is flourishing instead of building souls.
Before you know, they can destroy
all hopes to find there a brotherhood.
Not fruits of love, self-discipline, and joy
they plant - not any seed that's good.
For self-promotion they grab a chance,
and their faith is shallow indeed,
and wallowing in their pious stance,
to their perils many others lead.
Cesspools of self-deception, gossip, strife,
they follow the idol of the day,
and in Christ's body they stifle life,
when they wicked qualities display.
Unable to detect their own sin,
unable to repent on their knees,
they care more for their own skin,
and their nature they want to please.
They easily their own wrongs excuse,
besides, Christ forgive them, they say,
but ready to condemn and to accuse,
they carry on to slander and betray.
They're always learning, but in their pride
the simplest truth, they cannot understand.
Who disagrees with them, they will deride,
such person from their circle will be banned.
They like to flock - it makes them feel secure
in their errors, which they promote,
and with their understanding immature
they verses out of context often quote.
They cannot listen, dim in their brains.
For them compassion is, alas, unknown,
and malice clogs their arteries and veins,
when arrogance is sitting on a throne.
Self-righteous, complacent with their sins,
of their salvation they themselves assure.
But what does their error underpins?
It's not the Holy Spirit, to be sure!
Oh blind pharisee, alas, alas!
You may appear dignified and smart,
but vainly you search for a bypass
to Jesus, who is looking in your heart.
29.02-1.03.2024
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"Fall not into despair but into God."
Oliver Clement
When life is unfair
and troubles seize,
fall not into despair
but on your knees.
When people are too cruel
and cause you pain,
let prayers be your fuel,
in God remain!
When sorrows cause you tears,
in them don't drown!
Don't give up into fears,
don't go down!
Let hope never dwindle,
when all is dark,-
God can a fire kindle
from a small spark.
And when your heart's in pain,
when doubts breed,
know nothing is in vain,
let God to lead.
Let Jesus lead your soul
into His care
to cleanse and make you whole.
Do not despair!
6.03.2024
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