1n70 7h3 unkN0wn
4l3r7 bu7 n07 fu11y pr3p4r3d
M4rch d0wn 7h3 p47h 0f d15c0v3ry
4ng3r mu57 n07 b3 7h3r3
533k1ng 70 f1nd 7h47 50m37h1ng
Purp053fu1 411 7h3 w4y
34ch 573p 4 n3w h0r1z0n
C13ar 7h1nk1ng 70 7h3 3nd
1n57ruc710n5 7h3r3 4r3 n0n3
4 h4nd 70 c47ch y0u n0w
L00k1ng f0r 3v3r upw4rd
P34c3 4nd 53r3n17y 7h3r3
34rn1ng 7h3 r1gh7 70 533 7hr0ugh
R3450n1ng 4 1177l3 45k3w
534rch1ng 70 kn0w 7h3 4n5w3r
0p3n1ng 7h3 d00r 70 j0y
N0w 15 7h3 71m3 70 b3 r34l
411.
Honor the Angels & Saints
Angels & Saints are friends of God
Honoring them has never been bad
They can help us become closer
To the One we worship up there
Through them, our Creator magnifies His glory
That many are with Him though He's one & only
To honor His friends is to honor Him too!
-11/29/2015
(Dumarao)
*18th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
Spring is here finally
And I am enjoying every minute of it
Every single day
That my life turns around
At 90 degrees angle
But don’t forget that there are some good things
Going on in my life
Every single day
a modern free form writer ee cummings
often his poems written in lower case with words rambling
a poet, painter, author, speaker- this was his life
beautiful is "i carry your heart " that he wrote for his wife
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January 29, 2022
Poetry/Clerihew/Cummings
Copywrite Protected, ID 01-1426-411-29
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Strand (1062)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/31/2022
Name of Crime Under Section
1.Murder 302
2.Death by negligence,303/304/308/312/319/321/322
3.Attempt to Murder / Suicide,324/325
4.Thug / Exposure of Child / Concealment of Birth,327/328/329
5.Itlaf-i-udw/salahiyyat-i-udw,334/336
6.Causing hurt with/blunt/sharp weapon,337(A - N)
7.Isqat-i-hamal with consent/without consent/janin,338(A - C)
8.Wrongful restraint/confinement of person, 341/342/343/344/345/346/347/348
9.Criminal Assault / Violating Modesty of Women,352/358/354-A
10.Kidnapping & Abduction,363/364/365/365-A /366/367/369
11.Rape,375/376
12.Un-Natural Offence,377
13.Zina Sec 10 (i)(ii)(iii) Zina-Ord,79,279
14.Theft 379/382/401/411
15.Robbery/Dacoity,392/394/395/396
16.Criminal Assault / Violence,427/448/452/453/506
17.Cheating/Forgery/Fraud,406/409/417/420/430/477
18.Lurking House Tresspass,442-460
19.Wandering,55/109
20.Dishonestly recev.Stolen property,411/412/413/414
21.Arms Ord / 65 / SIA Act, 1991,13/20/65,7/21/91
22.Military Deserters 54 Cr. PC 17
23.Bogus / Bouncing of Cheque,489-F
24.Gambling,4-GO 5/7/78
25.Breach of peace,107/151 Cr.
A baby was born Christmas day,
and so I go to church and pray,
the words flow like a sweet songbird.
Oh, praise God and his holy word !
I have often asked my God why,
on many a Christmas just cry,
but by God's wisdom I am stirred.
Oh, praise God and his holy word !
God gave us his own beloved son,
and he preached until it was done,
when some doubt I am undeterred.
Oh, praise God and his holy word !
At Christmas I am filled with joy,
and all traditions I enjoy,
but God's voice I have heard.
Oh, praise God and his holy word !
Will try my best to be of worth,
for all of my days left on earth,
and on death I will fly a bird.
Oh, praise God and his holy word.
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December 17, 2019
Poetry/Kyrielle/His Own Beloved Son
Copyright Protected, ID 17-1209-411-02
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
So obviously,painful to this poetess!
That we earthlings need divine intervention.
Yet~wanting none of God's attention?
Oh, indeed some will scoff and pay no heed.
Get real, my friends!
How many more bodies do you need?
El Paso, Dayton, and Chicago where streets
run weekend-red!
Say what?
That body count not high enough?
Attacks on police your kind of stuff?
The unethical scoundrels running to rule,
just adore death.
The more, the better,the more votes, they
get!
Ah!
Just takes away their hellish breath,
with God, they have no depth.
No laws bring peace, we have many in place.
We exist in an era where the slogan is:
"In your face".
And for our animosity and no respect for God,
we fault the Police?
We taunt law keepers, not law breakers.
And who will you call when help in needed?
The head of a gang, perhaps?
Who gives not a rap for you!
Americans, be especially aware.
The Polce shortage is so horribly bad.
Six-thousand 411, calls coluld not be
amswered.
So, we are on our own.
Be ready to protect your own _sses!
The Police cannot save we lads and
lasses.
August 28, 2019
This is for your information
As well as for your inspiration
For your information
My Father, God don't make no junk
He formed me out of a hunk of clay
and this doesn't mean I have to stay this way
I was made a little bit lower than the angels
And promised me He wouldn't destroy the world again by water
Oh! saved and sinner man next time worlds end be by fire
This was left God promises us He shows us His bow
Up high in the skies and clouds
Let me give you the 411
Let me show you what God has done
He's my rock, my foundation my fortress
In Him I'm forever blessed
This is yours and mine
For your information
FYI
04/13/12
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
I search my garden
for the perfect crimson rose
to take to your tomb, my love-
Tear wet- with sadness
I lay on your resting place-
Still holding the crimson rose . . .
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July 25, 2016
Poetry/Sedoka/Tear Wet With Sadness
Copyright Protected, ID 16-811-411-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseuydonym.
For the contest, Crimson
sponsor, Royal Ninja
First Place
Quatrain #411:
ZEAL
Zest knows the way of ample flow,
Etch a fine say where happy shows;
Ask profound play to gather more,
Live rainbow rays where light now glows.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
07 June 2016
Singapore
I was a child
Before push button phones
When party lines were popular
And long distance calls
Went through an operator
Four one, one (411)
Did not exist
You would call the operator
And nine one, one
Was a long way off
In the future
The first two numbers
Were represented by a name
Like nightingale, getney
Nightingale 8 6000
Was really 648 6000
I remember push button phones
And how wonderful it was
And how quick it was
To make calls
I also remember
When I was teenager
The first answering machines
Which allowed the caller
To leave a “fifteen second” message
Without a second chance
I remember making up
Funny messages
And I also remember
When I first got call forwarding
And I would forward all my calls
To weather information
In Hawaii!... but
Times have changed
Things have changed
I have gotten old
And the phone
Is no longer as much fun
As it use to be
But please don’t call me
Unless
You would like to speak
To Mr. Margulies
In Alaska
She walks through the lobby of the grand hotel.
Four inch heels clicking across the shiny marble floors.
Pure ice blue eyes look for that hotel room 411.
Extending a perfectly manicured hand, knocks on the door.
A muffled voice on the other side of the door is heard,
the door then opens wide.
The man standing before her smiles in satisfaction invites her in.
They stand toe to toe at the foot of the bed, the covers are drawn down.
He reaches over to the desk, takes the pile of bills hands them to this lady of the evening
standing in his hotel room.
She quickly counts, smiles, sliding the money into her evening bag.
He runs his hands down her back,
He slowly strips her off her clothes, dignity hiding in the pile dropped by her feet.
He reaches for her hand, pulling her into the bed.
Telling her she is just what he needed, his lust glazing over his eyes
His body covering hers, she moans appropriately, arching her body to his.
His is unaware of the time, while she counts every moment in hotel room number 411.
She gathers her evening bag, sliding her feet into her heels.
As she exits the hotel room number 411.
I looked everywhere for a phone book
I think there's little chance I'll find one
My smart phone says to call 411
I think these books will now be extinct
If you see one have a good look
No reason now to print all those names
I can't believe they have all vanished
To find under stepped message refer to my Understepping one or two
for directions.
Inspired by Becca, I hope you like it. I can't resist a challenge*lol*
Walking in the dawn,
in a forest loud with sound,
hear the birds within the trees!
Listen to the wind,
see the stream serene and free,
caress a flower dew wet!
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March 31, 2012
Poetry/Choka/Melody of Dawn
Copyright Protected, ID 03- 411-15-31
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Contest 195, 14 lines
sponsor, Brian Strand, NA, Judged 08/05/12
Featured poem week of November 25, 2012
Featured poem week of June 13, 2021
Edmund Clerihew Bentley,
practiced his craft so intently.
This clever creation still echoes in halls,
outlasting his pricey education at St. Paul’s.
When I read the WIKI'd the 411 on Bentley, I as enthralled. His "HEW" on Sir James Dewar is a classic.
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