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Premium Member The Power

The Power
Love,,,,,,the ,,,,,power,,,,,Of,,,,Something,
It’s,,,,,,,opposition,,,,,,,is,,,,,,Nothing,!,,had,,,,,
humanity,,,,,,,,,,,,rather ,,,,,be,,,,,,,,nothing,,,,zit,,,,nada,,,,,?
The,,,,,,,Power,,,,,,,had,,,,,,,to ,,,,,start,,,,,,,somewhere,,,,,
rather,,,,,,,we,,,,,it,,,,, not ,,,,,,started,,,,,
will,,,,,we,,,,,,cut,,,,,,off,,,,,our noses,,,,,,
to,,,,,spite,,,,our ,,,,faces,,,?

Will,,,humanity,,,cut,,,off,,,it’s,,,,own,,,,nose,,
the,,,,, thing,,,,,love,,,,,,created,,,,to,,,,,spite,,
God,,,,,our,,,,,,face,,,,,?

Some,,,where,,,,,before,,,,time,,,,,began,,,,faith,,,,,God,,,,love,,,,,
had,,,,,to,,,,,be,,,,,,interjected,,,,,for,,,,,,humanity,,,,
to,,,,,,become,,,,,the,,,,,,reflected,,,,,!

Can,,,,,,,,,we,,,,,,,not,,,,,,all,,,,,call,,,,,the,,,,nature,,,of,,,,it,,,all,,,,
love,,,,the power,,,,God,,,
Faith,,,,,,in,,,,,power,,,,,,
Created,,,,,,us,,,,the,,,tower,,
of,,,,,God’s,,,,power...?

Or,,,,,will,,,,,the,,,,,derivative,,,,mind,,,,,intertwine,,,,,,
into,,,,,,reflective,,,,,,,,,world,,,,,continue,,,,,,the
whine,,,,,,,,without,,,,,the,,,,,,power,,,
we,,,,continue,,,,,to,,,,sour,,
by,,,the,,hour,,,
in denial,,of,
God’s,,
Face,
The,
Power,
by
Faith!!
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A Mission of Mercy

In the book of John it relates the history
of Jesus' mission of Christian mercy
when Jesus encounters a Samaritan woman near a drinking well
it was a meeting between two nations whose relationship was one of hell
the Jews and the Samaritans did not get along
each felt the other's method of worship was inherently wrong
separated by paganistic practices and supposed sins
discrimination and name calling again, again and again
yet it doesn't seem that much different than today's society
where different ethnic groups display the same hate and hostility
but Jesus interjected Himself, He came to intervene
on a mission of mercy and tolerance never before seen
to bring abundant love and life to a world cloaked in misery
and give living water to quench the drought that has parched humanity
to step from behind the stained glass windows of the churches and synagogues
and into the hearts and minds of men and spread the goodness that is God

John touched on a theme that's occurred several times in the Scriptures
when a man of God meets a woman and a spiritual wedding can be pictured
on a mission of mercy to cross that Great Divide
to bring people together on the same spiritual side
Jesus told that Samaritan woman He knew of her past
about the five husbands that she had outlast
but whether she was divorced or widowed from them
it's not mentioned in the text so don't assume any sin
but Jesus saw beyond that and looked into her heart
He treated her with respect and held her in regard
she knew He was a prophet by His very words
she told Him of the things about Jews she had heard
Jesus the Christ then went into His missionary mode
He said in order to worship God you don't need any certain code
as there is no specific time nor any special place
for one to worship the God of righteousness, truth and grace
a mission of mercy is what Jesus came to convey
He even revealed to her who He really was that day

mankind has a problem looking pass the surface and into the heart
we can't seem to get the message that we're all equal in the eyes of God
we come with our bigotry, prejudice and hate
we can't even agree on the issue of faith
but Jesus the Christ gave us a lasting legacy
to love one another and to live life as a mission of mercy

Premium Member Children Don'T Come With Manuals

Children will generally meet your expectations
Especially when they feel loved and accepted,
When feelings are factored into many situations
When with their parents they feel connected.

They certainly deserve a cogent explanation,
Without anger and threats being interjected,
As to why their parents expect a cessation
Of the type of unacceptable behavior detected.

written June 28, 2021


Deferred Friendship

You entered the
room, we spoke a
while,
Your eyes spoke
volumes, a gentle
soul.
A compatriot to
spend time with,
The prospects seemed
so bright to me.
Laughed at observed
funny moments,
Smiled when our eyes
found each others'.
Then the news came
on, I gave my
opinion,
Not so you
interjected, you had
your say.
Stuck to my
rationale, years in
the making,
You got irate
stating your learned
points.
Why oh why did we
not agree to
disagree,
Off you stormed
muttering under your
breath.
There I stood,
mumbling to myself,
Naught to show but a
deferred friendship!

Pontiak. Copyright
June 2013.

Urgent Tea Party

Urgent Tea Party

Mrs. Jet sent out the invitations in a fever and a heat
Envelops sealed with royal wax and stamps she licked herself
The tea would be at Meadow Marsh Retreat two weeks from now
Appropriate attire is required for all attending this event  
Pleated blouse and sleeves for women, tux and tie for men
“No extraneous unknown entities will be permitted
No other friends, family, dogs, or fish will be let in” 
Attendees are sworn to secrecy
It must be something serious!   It must be something dire!
Mrs. Jet intimated in her letter with some guile  
    
In her subtle way by way of content details; “Oolong Da-Hong Pao and Dragon 
Well Bud Tea will be prepared”, she wrote 

These teas are only served in emergencies, as we all know
This must be something grandiose indeed
Two weeks later to the minute
Mrs. Jet and company sat under the ulmus trees at Meadow Marsh
Sipping the lovely teas when she stood up to make remarks
Welcome one and all to this Urgent Meeting on this urgent matter.
My credit score is perfect every time
I’m about to lose my mind
3 weeks ago my credit report was due 
It was released but to who?
Perhaps they forgot to mail it
I fear it must be lost or stolen
The perpetrator of this malfeasance must be jailed
The TV says my credit score is needed
It must be repeated daily
Mrs. Jet set out to make this point
Without a credit report and score, what’s the use of going on?
Many of the honored guests were equally offended and annoyed
Some gasped.  Some even fainted.
Who would take your credit score?!
One man interjected as he roared
This means war!

Couple

Years ago 
You got married and became a couple.
A marriage marked with wedding 
Which was an introduction to a journey. 
Tho' there was a ceremony 
When you were brought into harmony 
for a journey with no end. 
It may be interjected with many bends 
but always laced with so much grace 
To complete the race and to save from breaking away. 
Cracking and wracking is inevitable 
But He keeps tracking for a good ranking. 
It's a good save from wrecking. 
The brief bending is for best findings 
from hidings to bring divine lifting. 
Jer.33:3 . 
Live on live long. 
Happy married life.


It's the F Word

Here it comes again.
 some melodic beat
 brings dancing to my heart and feet
and then when list expected
that infamous word is detected
revealed necessary to be interjected;
 some grandiose display
 that causes pause to say
 what the hey?

Did it really need expression
 when I was simply easing in my obsession
 of the music and the dance aggression?
There it was in hip hop
the word so easily dropped
when once it was taboo and not an op,
 but here it comes again
 unnecessary yet falling like a crane
 never found in my home domain.

Once used most often in justifiable anger
 sought to express the innocence as it's strangled
 but now it spills out in frequent clamor
with little pause or second thought
rambling the wrath once brought
intending to be part daily fraught;
 could you take it back
 let it be restricted by tact
 and return self control on track?
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.

Fugitives

A downpour behind her eyes; 
sparkling at me she stood as witness to the affliction I divide.
A breeze interjected between us, 
clinging to her dress
picking up every strand of hair fighting to have it free and I stood helpless; 
lost in a momentary haze transported to days gone by,
marked by child like giggles emerging from a broken smile.
“She always did have the saddest eyes”;   I remember thinking, before I crumbled to my knees.
“Run away with me” – I begged.

Past Vs Present

My past asked how I was, my present laughed in his face,
said, "You silly boy, you weren't hard to replace."

My past nodded in silent acknowledgment.
Said, "Winning her over is quite the accomplishment."

My present replied, "Should I tell her you say hi?"
"No man, I had my chance, go and be her guy.

Show her the world, she deserves only the best.
Don't play her like some sort of jest.

Please listen to me take these things I learned,
make sure her heart has been honorably earned.

She loves the smell right before it rains
and she only gets sick when traveling on trains.

Pickles make her laugh, it never fails.
And she'll always be there when everyone else bails.

She doesn't want much, just your hand to hold.
And maybe some cuddles when it gets too cold.

You'll want to hear her voice when you've had a bad day.
Somehow she always knows the right thing to say.

Her smile has the power to light up a room.
She's like a beautiful flower getting ready to bloom.

Make sure you're on your toes because she's super smart.
Her wittiness will get you, make you never want to part."

My present interjected, Said "Hey man can I ask you a question?"
My past said, "Please.", with no hesitation.

"What did you do wrong? Why did she let you go?"
"I couldn't let her in, I could let my feelings show.

She wanted me to open up. It wasn't something I could do.
I wasn't strong enough and my chances I blew."

Before they parted ways, my past said, "treat her right.
When she pushes you away, make sure to hold her tight."

Making Poetry a Threat Again

"It'll never happen," they said;
"They're all going to laugh at you," 
Is probably what they meant 
- "No it wasn't", they interjected...
...Man; 
Some friends I've got these days...
...How could Stephen King do something like this to me?
...All over again...

Old Days

Bats ran on opposite directions searching for mate
Chasing each other across the skies 
Chilly evening, company anyone could contemplate 
Crickets too sung to the sundown melodies 

An old man sat outside his old hut
Reminiscing his old days beside a blaze
Eyes up as if there's something he was staring at
then to the darkness he gazed

A shadow appeared from the night 
Mkongwe acted as if he didn't saw him at all 
for he wasn't expecting any visitor tonight 
The intruder stood like a silhouette - very tall

''Evening comrade? '', the visitor greeted
''Evening too'',  replied the host
'' What has brought you here a friend I didn't expected? '' 
'' What else other than boredom and reviving memories lost 

''I agree with you my dear friend 
Days of our youth where an eye was still an eye
When our women could not pretend 
So faithful and could not lie''

''Look at what so-called modernity has brought''
Mzee interjected very scornfully 
''Teaching women what white men thought 
Our society has just been ruined fully

Which Came First

The Anunnaki scientists stood above the blue gel incubator , One of them extended her massive clawed hand into the gel and slowly and ever so gently pulled out the tiny egg “this is a culmination of our home seeds and my own spin on things also” she hissed .

“Then I hope this turns out to be whats needed” one of them interjected .

Smiling and with a look of satisfaction and pride she finished carefully Wiping the last of the blue gel from the egg, then the creationist replied to her Colleagues comment.

“Everything before this ,has been 99.9% of what i had planned upon thus far”,
her sharp teeth glistening in the soft light of the nursery as the assembled stared at what had been created ,
The Anunnaki around the tank chuckled to each other .

“it's perfect “,
one of them bellowed gazing upon the egg,
“just what we had envisioned”,
another stated .

“The  very first of its kind and from this natural incubator the first chicken shall hatch, go forth with others and then be fruitful she cooed .

One of Her colleagues turned pale looked at the nurse who still held the egg starring at it lovingly and proceeded to ask cautiously 
“albeit without the giantism or ferocity of those of Nibiru eh”? The other Anunnaki in the lab smiled cautiously at that unnerving thought .

“Of course not” she replied reassuringly. 
“This  will no doubt perplex and amuse our newly seeded children here on earth also”
the nurse laughed ,
 “give them something to think about and muse over”.

“The nurse lifted the egg for all gathered to see and said ,
“As it is this egg 
that has came first,  
the one too begat them all”.
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Premium Member Earth Questions the World

What are you doing? The robins whispered.
Enticing the crocus to bloom, earth said.
I thought that was Wind’s job, a cardinal interjected.
The robins flew off, intimidated by his colors.

Earth rolled her eyes Not understanding separations.
Robins cannot get along with cardinals.
Cardinals despise blue jays, daffodils hide from roses.
What kind of a world am I living in? Earth asked herself.

Coffee For Two

Coffee for Two

She woke me this morning and softly she said
Are you planning on spending the whole day in bed
So as I started turning toward her gentle voice
I asked her if we really do have that choice
She smiled and said it sure sounds good to me
But how in the world will we get our coffee
I told her that I set up the maker last night
And it waits in the kitchen to bring us delight
Then I told her that I'd gladly go get us a cup
I know it sounds good but we have got to get up
She told me she knew but there'd soon be a day
When our kids would get older and be moving away
Then all of our mornings will be just you and me
That’s when I interjected and a pot of coffee
She said just imagine and won't it be nice
That’s when I offered her a small sacrifice
That I'd always bring coffee to lessen the strife
Of all of the trouble she puts up with in life

President Trump International Fire Chief

Our dear leader
Our favorite President
President Trump
Once again

Interjected himself
Into areas that he knows nothing about
Making a fool of himself 
In the process

Why does he do this?
Time after time
Talking nonsense
It is because

He is the smartest man
In the universe
Knows more than anyone else
And so he feels

He has to comment
On everything
Under the sun
And then some more

Even when he 
Does not know 
What he is talking about
So painful to watch such a fool

Mark Twain had sage advice
If you want people to think 
You are a fool
Open your mouth 
and remove all doubt

In the midst 
Of the devastating Paris Norte Dame Fire
He tweeted 

“So horrible to watch the massive fire 
at Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris,”

“Perhaps flying water tankers 
could be used to put it out. 
Must act quickly!”

Later, Mr. Obvious noted, 

They’re having a terrible, 
terrible fire,” 

Mr Trump later told reporters. 

“It looks like it’s burning to the ground.”

The French were not amused
By the unwanted advice
By the fire fighter in chief 

France’s civil defense agency, 
Sécurité Civile, tweeted — 
once in French 
and once in English 
— less than two hours after Mr Trump 

sent his tweet 
and appeared 
to directly respond to the US president.

“Helicopter or aeroplane, 
the weight of the water 
and the intensity of the drop 
at low altitude 

could indeed weaken 
the structure of Notre Dame 
and result in collateral damage 
to the buildings in the vicinity,” 

the agency wrote in French.
And despite never posting updates in English, 
the agency then sent out a second tweet.

Hundreds of firemen of the Paris Fire Brigade are doing everything they can to bring the terrible #NotreDame fire under control. All means are being used, except for water-bombing aircrafts which, if used, could lead to the collapse of the entire structure of the cathedral.
— Sécurité Civile Fr (@SecCivileFrance) April 15, 2019

And the French provided
This helpful advice 
To the Fire Fighter in chief

When California burned 
you did not seem to be a fire expert.
 Please, shut up. 
It is a tragic moment 
for the cultural heritage of humanity.
 
april 17 poem for April Month of Poetry Challenge see Writers Digest, All Poetry and my blog, https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for the rest
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

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