Of Victory Here, Of Triumph There,
for is it Not where Pillars Stand Aloft? Of Israel Here, Of Jerusalem There
Is it not with Thy Staff, Thy Shield, Thy Spear that I Ascend the Mountain Tops?
Shall I Travail Not?
Shall I Commence a Sacred Torch, of Fire, of Light, of Faith and Creed and Sun?
Is it not with Glory, Of Salvation, that I Conquer with my Mightiest Sword Within?
For is this Not my Kingdom? Is this Not my Throne?
Here is a logical summation
Mother Earth is in a state of severe degradation
Each individual really has an obligation
Or face a future full of devastation
Here now is an invitation
Must be done no hesitation
Commence some form of restoration
Now is the time no equivocation
An example Join an organisation that practices reafforestation
For other examples seek information from an on-line investigation
This knowledge should be part of a school education
But that system is too much into indoctrination
Many people are suffering from brain fog constipation
Minds closed no room for alternative negotiation
Pray one day there will be an awakened realisation
People's footprint on this planet planned minimisation
Oceanic Mechanisms
It was here that I found her sleeping softly,
Somnolence is so beautiful to behold,
When oceanic machines purr,
And the streets of her dreamland,
Bustle with fantastic automobiles,
And subconsciously, the sidewalks
Are strewn with people carrying flowers,
And waking life is very soon to commence,
As I pray, she brings this sublimity to consciousness.
A lighthouse stands as our sentinel
Guarding our lives from harm's way
Let's live our lives being so sensible
We won't have to call out our defense
To avoid a grand last doomsday.
Just let the lighthouse's love commence
When making a reflecting pool
Make sure it reflects something that’s cool
It’s not the pool’s fault you see
If what it reflects looks more like wee.
You want it to look all patriotic
But the man in charge is simply idiotic
Don’t blame the mirror for its reflection
Rather commence some introspection.
The pool’s current algal bloom
Isn’t the only elephant in the room
And while the narcissist continues to blunder
Your tax dollars he’ll continue to plunder.
The pool’s a lovely bubbling green
And accurately reflects one who’s obscene
Reflecting not what one wishes to see
But rather what’s truly within thee.
So if you are concerned dear reader
Maybe it’s time to get a new leader
One who’s not a lying fool
Then you’ll have a pure reflecting pool.
Line Of Inquiry
“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform.”
As Simple Simon lacked good sense
Knew not the value of his pence
In earning his prize
Did not realize
To earn something, work must commence.
In us God has placed our dear Soul
We must feed it well as our goal
It starves until Love
Faith, Hope, from above
Completes us as His sacred whole.
We're given a Soul to employ
The value of work to enjoy
The gifts of our life
Both lacking and rife
In God's eyes, a feat of true joy.
If I had to be an animal
I think I'd be a cat,
Sitting on a broomstick
Or on witch's hat.
And then with witchy powers
That my mistress would bestow,
I'd magic to my heart's content
Oh meow oh meow oh meow.
First I'd have a spot of fun
Just let the games commence,
I'd steal the bones of all those dogs
That live across the fence.
The ones that like to torment puss
And chase her just for fun,
I'd throw their bones to kingdom come
Now cats are number one.
I'd wait until they'd had their fill
Of chump and doggy food,
When curled up snug in doggy bed
I'd sneak up and Kaboom!
I'd suddenly appear and screech
And give them such a fright,
They'd wake up with their hairs on end
And quake all through the night.
And then I'd try and find a home
Where I could be a pet
To love an owner who loved me
As good as it does get.
By nights we'd sit around a fire
All cosy and content,
I'd leave my witchy hat behind
Not once would I lament.
“Like the river that mingles with the sea, we move quietly towards the ultimate source when our restless journey comes to a halt to commence a new life of peace and ease” ~ By Poet
With a mighty roar
and blasting winds,
the rains ravaged the earth
in feverish frenzy
gushing forth in torrents.
Soaked to bones
the trees stood trembling.
The rain water
began flowing in clear streams.
It flowed down,
mingling with the river.
The river carried it
with a lilting lullaby.
holding the rain water in her bosom.
Winding down through
valleys all along,
the river mingled with the ocean
waiting with open arms.
No need to roam again
as its journey is over
and it has finally found its home!
Isn’t our life like a river?
Through struggles and sorrows,
we rush alone, restless
looking for a resting place
until we mingle and merge with our source
never lost, but swimming into new life
as the night mingles with the day!
I was at deaths door blind and could not see
With faulty mind and lips unable to speak
My life changed forever after Xavier told me
Be not afraid of the vastness of the dark
Find your way using the guiding silver star
The pain won’t remain He will lift your heart
Gently my child your life indeed will end
Whether later or now only He commence
Soiled soul sifted made saintly despite sin
Your desires are like fires burning your soul
To go higher you must release them let go
For His love is more precious than gold
You haven’t much time left to persevere
As clock ticks unwinds remember my dear
You are destined whether there or here
Hanging in the balance with this wise man
Who could be an arch angel by his stance
Giving me knowledge and a fighting chance
I’ll sit in a cafe with a tea and a grin,
Wondering which version of "Me" should begin.
Do I lead with the humour? The hobby? The scar?
Or just pray they don’t mention their favorite car?
It’s a gamble, a circus, a strange little dance,
A marathon sprint for a glimmer of chance.
But here goes the plunge—let the madness commence,
I’m back in the market (and losing my sense).
Note to self:
If they ask if you're "adventurous" on the first date,
remember that "trying a new brand of cereal" does not count as a personality trait.
I told them several times
This is not my place
Certainly I will go beyond!
It’s their turn
They appear in my dream
One by one
For a few minutes even
They make me feel, they are around
Soon I open my eyes, they disappear!
Shocked!
Mystery of these two worlds!
I live in one, disappeared they live the other!
In search of the other world
I dived deep
My goodness! It’s same! Commence with the event disappearance!
The one I live, appears real
Moments I live here, stepping stones
Mason in waiting in other side, path is disappearance!
The wind whistles over the mountains
Across the valley below
Just to let you know it’s there
And to say hello
The chill it brings makes the air go cold
You shiver and shake just to keep warm
It can also bring inclement weather
Hailstones, Rain or Snow
As it howls out its fearful call
Animals run for cover
To find a nice sheltered place
To huddle against one another
Darkened clouds form overhead
You know a storm is brewing soon
As darkness descends you tend to forget
Its only early afternoon
The Trees and Flowers will welcome
The storm that is about to commence
But an Owl contemplates his next move
As he sits upon a fence
The nearby wood seems to be
His refuge throughout the coming storm
So off he flies to sit and wait
Till all returns to norm
The Deer are all running wildly
Frightened at what is about to occur
As other creatures run and hide
Suddenly everything’s a blur
As the Wind and Rain starts to pour down
With Hailstones, Snow and Rain
The Valley becomes a desolate place
Until better weather returns again
Shortly all is quiet
As the storms desist and leave
But leaving behind such devastation
Such a sight is hard to believe.
There is a mad phenomenon
that stalks sick sad modern zest
Seek an external remedy
to remove a chronic pest
The body is a miracle
when given what it needs
But first you must remove the cause
upon which it feeds
Hey Guru mister Guru
won't you come and help me through
What you really must realise
is that the Guru is you
Prescription for the doctors
that well may preserve your life
The doctor of sunshine and also fresh air
In such abundance on this planet
these supplements are rife
The doctor of restful sleep and daily exercise
are you alerted, does it ring a bell
Adhering to these principals
will surely make you well
The doctor of non poisoned food
and clean water too
With this scope of daily living
your vitality will enlarge
No need for appointments
all provided free of charge
If you wish to commence healing
this is what to do
What you must realise
that the Guru is you
Age, baby steps across the icy pond
scorpions tap-tap-tap the flesh
the sun hovers brittle and honest.
An unknown selects the spot
passages are drilled then gleaned
seasons tangle-miracles are imminent.
The line quivers, age dons a child's heart
silver thrash is coaxed into silence-
as memories flaunt their fractured crowns
...a wall, a vow, a flag encased in glass
the birth of birdsong-whispers of loves long dead.
A bird bleeds color along the shore
age thinks the truest smile
is the one performed alone.
Evening's grand candles commence
crooning a miracle's lament.
Only then does age re-enter the ice forest
leaving the pond alone but unforgotten.
As the Sword lies await in Stone
and Death is Conquered, Alas The Way comes Forth
and the Soul is Reborn and Reborn and Reborn
until the Day of Reckoning, How Sweet Is This Forge
and by the Blade, Subdues the Evil One
All Victorious, All Triumphant, All Return To The Sun
and The Great Seal Erupts, Let Thy New Age Commence Nigh
and Heaven Descends to Reclaim it's Light,
through Fields of Battle where Souls are Wrought
we claim our Victory, for Heavens Calvary is Unbought
and the Nations Tremble, for here come the Saints and Cavaliers
through the Upheavals, a New Jerusalem, a New Israel, a New Shield
Justice is Divine, No Staff Too Just
and The Great Patriarchs of Old Ascend from Dust,
and The Church Trembles, what was lost is Yet Again Reclaimed
these Swords of Heraldry Vanquish these Miseries, and Abraham is Uncaged
and by The Pillars Of Salvation, We are Set Free
and The Blade Of Science Claims it's Victory
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