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Abased, I am content.
Hungry, I suffer need.
Feasting, I rejoice and feed.
Abounding, I am sent.
Abounding, I am sent.
Feasting, I rejoice and feed.
Hungry, I suffer need.
Abased, I am content.
Christ, You provide strength to endure
whatever is my lot.
As strength in You is sought,
my hope remains secure.
1-1-2020
Philippians 4:11-13 KJV
Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.
I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.
I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
Through the air they came,
shattering the silent peace. A voice,
"is that the rain, it is the rain," as
they danced aloud on the metal
roof.
A memory asleep sparked as a
mighty flame;early in June when the
rains would come, the thirst of a
dying earth to quench, awaken
memories.
I remember the plain, that big plain
where children pranced: dead
brown, had life surely sprung in
awesome green, and gaping mouths
therewith would close. The healthy
plague spreaded, thus green life
spawned,
I remember the trees, some fruit
trees, when their naked armes
would bud, then fruit came, along
with the wild birds who had their fill,
and the children, rambling with long
rods and plastic bags to gather the
spoils for later a feast.
The sleeping lands awoke and
happiness could breathe once more.
The dancing fades now and the
memory slowly sleep, for I will
always remember the rains.
The blacksmith a gunsmith he says he is, therewith aligned with Lilith
Giving birth to death and pestilence, his allegiance is to his conscience, which is
Greed.
See how he and the rhythm of his essence is corrupt,
So allow me to interrupt his rhythm for I am, the brain of the wordsmiths stem
Verbally I strike until I reaches and breeches spinal cord, so let this be a scripted record of how my words can make you bow.
So can you, let alone will you, still go, toe to toe with me, in this
On who is the righteous smith?
Encased in corruption white and frail mocking life!
it travels within on our journey in strife, and though
feeling its form with each move that we make we
blindside the presence and statement it makes!we
gaze on the form and connotate to beauty, yet its
end is apparant forbidding indeed! once departed a
shell its inheritance dust, and therewith possesion
derision and lust!
written cirica 1991, for Paula Swansons contest (now i'm out)
of retirement! well sort of.
The finest of wisdom and prophetic gifts are limited.
All human knowledge and understanding are finite.
I can think of at least two things that are inevitable.
In one form or other, taxes is certain the world over. All life forms, without exception, are destined to die.
Concerning taxes? Decisions and choices can be made relative to quantity and regularity. However, if we live, buy, or sell, we shall pay certain forms or kinds of taxes. In some respects, even the dead also pay taxes.
Speaking of the dead, death is the certain “inescapable”.
Choices do come into play, relative to lifestyle choices. Accidents, crimes, war, sickness, and diseases are major contributors in assisting us in reaching our final destiny.
Although death is certain, there are certain choices on our part as well as that of others that may alter or delay death. Furthermore, there are many factors that determine what become of our lives or what we do therewith. So much of what I do between the dashes makes a world of difference with regards to my destiny.
There are the ‘facts of life’, but there are also the ‘forks of life'. It is unrealistic for me to say that when I come to a fork in the road, I will take it. At the fork, a choice is forced upon me to go left, right, or turn around. Of course I may also choose to do neither, and till death, spend my wheels at the fork.
A tree, a flower, or a roe of vegetable plants have different reasons for existence before they reach their final destinies. Moreover, they must be properly and carefully nourished if they are to realize their ultimate purpose. Certain interactions have to take place. Whether it be the sun, the rain, the bees, the human touch, or all the above, there simply is no worthwhile life without cooperation between the solar system, earth elements, and all the species.
Our creator has graciously provided all those ‘facts of life’;
But it is up to us to choose and decide at the ‘forks of life’.
04182016 cj PS Contest, Destiny Or Choices, by Nayda Ivette Negron
Spinners twirling,
Silver swirling,
Conjured magic dinner plate.
Her eyes devising,
Hypnotizing,
Glittered, gleaming, polished slate.
She knits a dress
With silky tress,
She puts her prowess in the stitch,
And gives her guest
A lovely rest.
Her kisses halt the latent twitch.
She lays her head,
upon the thread,
and watching sky and sea and moon,
inquires whence about her prince,
and if he'll come to find her soon.
For when his gaze
upon her lays,
and legs creep onto bed and tomb,
Therewith his wife
craft pearls of life,
as he gives his to fill her womb.
Her children grow,
and briskly go,
on strings of air and brazen pride.
they sing goodbye,
and off they fly!
To calling wind, they all abide.
Her great delight
Is pale moonlight,
It makes her shining quilt unseen,
And brings a score
right to her door;
The lofty, royal silver queen.
Quiet Storm
With whispers of winds you blow, gently across the sky,
Arrival barely noticed, soft clouds, misty rain inside.
Your drops tickling the leaves, of the weeping willow trees,
As they bow willingly, to the airs’ fresh smelling breeze!
Then sudden sounds of rumbling, flickers of light therewith,
Followed by heavy rain; car windshield wiper moving quick.
The shades of blue from above, now a gray and white blanket,
People taking cover, closing windows, lights off “click!”
Soon there’s calm, the sun appears, its rays glowing bright,
Each blade of grass rain nourished, standing tall in the light.
Birds and Squirrels’ at play, leaping from limb to limb,
Playing, catch me if you can, enjoying gaiety on a whim!
What seemed a brutal outburst, was over before we knew,
Mother Natures’ wrath, a “quiet storm” had bid us all adieu!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 12/8/16
Yesterday ...
a lifetime of romantic dreams unfulfilled
Love to me
was only silver screen cinematically real
My heart held no one close,
the arms of acquaintances framed an empty repose
Pictures of loneliness adorned my vacant house of hope
Yesterday ...
an endless overcast sky of gloomy gray
Love so elusive,
like a parade of butterflies fluttering by
The flower of my heart was open,
but love never a-lighted upon it
Today ...
somehow was different someway
Love smiled at me,
when a maiden so fair crossed my path
Holding no umbrella,
unshielded from the down pouring rain
I covered her with my canopy,
and therewith a virgin conversation began
Today ...
a spark of desire kindled in my heart
Love reached out to me,
and I felt the touch of another soul
more lonelier than perhaps even I
But the sparkle of hope for love
always danced exuberantly in her eyes
Teaching me that she
forever rested in the next day
'Onest Orion, like an ugly face draws
And night's damp... dawn - dew lies;
Therewith, shadows of hallowed mist;
I look for you....;
You would hold me close; know just
what to say.
Shadows' world flee,---'N disappear;
Ghostly, ---Sounds W'd melt away;
And the fear of the unknown--- Pass like
brightest day;
But,...
My Darling, ...I look for you still....and long!
It would be divine if you were here,
with me; Mine, just mine.
My heart would be...Free, and my world ---
Angel "right."
SO...
I'll be back again...tomorrow night; --- Looking
Vanity take us Deeper into Abyss and Far Away from the Surface
Competition is currently so huge that the influential thoughts from about seven billion smart people, so quest for the choice of our needs will be growing too and this will reduce the opportunities to success.
So if we have yet to build our name, and too picky or selective, then we going to make ourselves even more difficult to achieve something.
It’s the same if it is only with the fun stuff and things, we do not want to get our hand dirty, and our vanity plays the lead role in these.
There are plenty of ways to make money in life, but vanity is not a recommended way to do that, because it reduces our chances and some would not appreciate it.
We should always try to find the balance in our life, it means to keep us well in society with the friends / people around us.
Being critical and demanding to do something does not provide extensive opportunities for us, because a threshold will be set where some people cannot exceed that and they surely will evade themselves from us.
Flexibility is what we need in the world for peace and a better future where people accept the reality and appreciate those who can perform well with a thankful gesture.
We can talk about anything together and there will always be a solution, our entire life is based on this, with a fair way there will be an arrangement for every question or argument.
So afterwards everyone will be satisfied and cheerful with it to continue progress in good harmony, thus our effort won’t be directly in vain because of an useless display of not wanting to do things.
Therewith we preclude any interesting people from us, while if we are interested and even talk together about it well, there will always something can be arranged to persevere in unanimity.
We must all realize that if someone comes to us is that because of confidence and that we must not confound, so if we can not meet on their requirements., we are on the losing side, and that is not forward-thinking option.
So we are far away from the surface and be vanity will make us deeper into the abyss of falling down through the loss of an opportunity.
I wish you a healthy life.
Kindly Regards,
Author Jan Jansen
Love likened strikes as quick as a viper;
Therewith love's pulse billions grow more so fools.
Love - accurate as a military sniper.
There's fools of unthawed hearts; Than there's love's fools.
How I longeth for thee and never have i to have found
for there truly can be none more fairer than thou
thine alone is a beauty to behold
in so hath that it doeth surpasses my sight
for me to look within your radiant eyes
to sink beneath thy passion into that of your romantic realm
alas therefore my darling it is the kingdom of the heart
the place i desire to dwell
as from the moment of our embrace that i will not forsake
even the memory of a reflection captured thereupon the lake
by that of a silvery moon
for a warm summer breeze flowed through your hair
as the aroma of your perfume did fill the air
and i kissed you upon the lips and they did taste
with that of the sweetness of honeydew
and so whispered i in your ear by the breath of my voice
gentle words of sensual pleasure and delight
for you are more delicate than the petals of a flower
even to the touch of softness upon your neck
therewith blushing roses above on your cheeks
for our lives are like that
of two turtle doves taken to flight
as we move through the motions to dance through the night
to that of a sonata of a lovers tune
this is how much i cherish you
Poet: John Myers
Copyright ©2009 John J Myers
I would like that I walked on a forgotten beach
away from all of what is seen of me
where-as is the sound of peaceful water's upon my feet
and beneath
the warm softness of the sand therewith to comfort me
as the Enlightenment of a cool tropical breeze
A flowing bouquet of fragrance's dances about me
for there-by the ocean with the beauty of it's coral reefs
and crashing surf she cradles me up-on her golden shores
and by the waves of the motion of the tides
rocks me as a babe singing sweet lullaby's
there forever more
so the day adheres unto the approching night
as a beautiful sunset time has arrived only to recede
like a blazing torch sinks into the sea
only but to unveil the celestial magesty of the heavenly's
Oh what an Inspiration the joyest celebration of a delightful thought
then perhaps what my heart longeth for
has't found
what it dearly sought
Poet: John J Myers
Copyright ©2008 John J Myers
Dare I further toast therewith gradual death?
Poison's wrath; My best bottled each drinks end.
Dare I endure a painful lonesome death?
Perhaps? Tho' I prefer not my old false friend.
Sitting here,I listen to the behaviour of the rain
as it trounces the awnings seeking to purify
the iniquities abound this sweltering day
that has drawn to its end and therewith bidding goodbye.
Lightning flashes embellish thunder clashes which scare
even the larger creatures such as I,along with all
the timorous life outside that I can't even bid a beware
to as they scurry for shelter along the slaked hills and lawns.
There is a sense of repose that does so rarely impose
my thoughts in the quiescence of the crepuscular hue
that now blankets the sky,offering evening to those
biding for the rain to dwindle to a mere trickle or two.
Waiting draws to a cessation,fomenting a tinge of elation
as the people begin to bustle out of their doors.
I have not a worry in the world,now lost in meditation
that cleanses my mind,leaving nothing for the heart to implore.