The Queen has a navy
That floats in her gravy,
It’s sharp and its clear,
But it’s sure tough to steer,
For the rudders get stuck
In that thick, grayish muck,
And the lads in the stern
Have a penchant to yearn
For the bright shining waters
All popping with otters,
Yet they smile as they sail past
Her Majesty’s repast,
And wink as they think
That they’d better not sink,
For if sailors go down
In the gravy, they’ll drown,
And you can’t hear them yelp
Through the lard for some help,
And therefore it’s wise
On the ship to keep eyes,
And they sail towards a biscuit
And think that they’ll risk it,
‘Midst butters and jams,
And kippers and clams,
On a crumbly crag
Raise Her Majesty’s flag,
And with hearts beating proud
Face the smiling crowd,
For a deed large or small,
It is better than all,
If it’s done with conviction,
Not merely good diction,
And protecting the table,
Or more, if you’re able,
Brings honor unseen
To country and Queen.
It sits heavy, like an iron weight
that’s held in my gut too many years,
longer than the son of God trudged his days
through dust and spit and bitter wine.
and who am I to think I’m different?
I’ve carried it past innocence,
dragged it through beds, through bottles,
through empty rooms with broken clocks.
I knew the lie before it learned my name,
and still I let it crawl in me,
make a home from my bones,
turn my heart to rust.
I’ve heard them whisper,
seen their glances dart and pierce,
and yeah, it should make me burn,
should twist me with rage
like a rag wrung out for blood.
But here’s the sick part: I forgive.
I let them slander, I let them sneer.
Maybe they think it means they won.
Maybe they think they’re righteous.
Me, I just keep on,
empty pockets, empty hands,
carrying the weight alone.
In 1955,in Lincoln,Nebraska,John E.Reid hepled
gain a confession from a suspect,darrel parker,
for parker's wife's murder.This case established
Reid's reputation and popularised his technique.
Parker recanted his confession the next day,but
it was admitted to evidence at his trial.He was
convicted by a jury and sentenced to life in prison.
He was later determined to be innocent,after another
man confessed and was found to have been the
perpetrator.Parker sued the state for wrongful
conviction;it paid him $500,000 in compensation.
Note.Zafar Supari you are guilty of criminal offense.
Understanding another person’s line of thought
cannot end with mere tolerance.
When basic beliefs differ, when I feel distraught
I hear my spirit as it chants -
Faith is substance of which no Christian recants.
When challenged, ask, seek and knock,
lest altercation alters your mind and heart.
Trust your foundation to the Solid Rock;
speak the truth in love, not as an upstart,
knowing destiny means some paths must part.
March 21, 2023
From my heart
There is a peace, a joy
That comes from believing
He is always with me,
He silences the worries,
Fills me up with hope and courage,
Inspires me to give away
All the love that He stimulates
With the grace that He provides
Grace that is so much - alive,
Like the dazzling stars at night
Like the sun who shines so bright
Like the wonder of a butterfly
Grace like this is beyond description
It is powerful, bringing the soul conviction
Through the spirit, sending sweet
Feelings of love that kisses away the tear
Flowing from the memory, the fear
That seems like it can inhibit every beauty,
Dissuade the music, the dance, the love
That abides inside the heart…
Who knows He is alive – He has survived
The skeptic, the cynic, the pessimist…
All the doubters who bring with them –
Despair, disillusion and discouragement
He is ALIVE – a all-consuming fire,
Stirring up the soul to delight
In all the beauty He has inspired
The miracles, the wonder, the peace
That flows down from the throne
Where His love can defeat any adversary!
Swimming in the sea
of spectacular
totally full to bursting
Completely realized
when being nothing would be so easy
Flying on sound
orbiting up
with no idea of ....a purchased landing
Emboldened by want and need
Surreal
as merely beautiful men will never know
Flying solo in a lightless.... world
Thrilling to your own notes echoing back to you
off ceiling and walls
knowing the vibrations of greatness in your cells and atoms
in the goosebumps of your own skin
walking out
to the heat of the stage lights
to the murmurs and movements of so many
The first time
hearing but not seeing
believing but not knowing
Hoping... desperately
or not even hoping
That first time
a connection...a conviction ...a gift
The grit of pure Courage
He reaches within the deep recess of his soul,
To give and share all that he is.
Each thought, each revelation
That is received, is returned with candor.
For now he is unfettered and alive,
With the possibilities of the universe.
To know and be certain,
That is the way of the Knight.
Whose strength is in his wisdom,
And whose light shines through his love.
Without totality of conviction,
There would be nothing held sacred.
Honor must never be sacrificed for pride,
The sanctity of truth demands more than that.
Secular desires being driven by fear,
Give way to the sacredness of devotion.
Sacrifice for the sake of duty,
Being the one and only choice.
Nothing nobler can ever be attained, nor achieved.
Sunlight fading on my excited brows
Her image embedded to the very depths of my soul
The clouds turn dark and cold wind blows,
I quickly drag my feet to the washing bowl
Then I lay in my memories of her beauty to behold
With a smile that could further brighten up a sunny day
Eyes that sparkle like dew in the radiance of the morning sun
A being so pure that keeps all sadness at bay
Fragrance so divine i had no problem in my mind to rerun
Spreading happiness about with which she was rather bold
Dawn came knocking sooner than expected rudely
I cursed and woke up with a sudden but firm resolve
That, i must confess to the lovely lady absolutely
Before my conviction falters and her in memories dissolve
My life is not perfect,
But my faith is correct.
People always believe
in me... not for being
veritable...
But because
I lie sincerely and with conviction... !...
There are many things that are trying
to divert each one's attention
that might endanger his life.
There are times when study
and work never help
but hinder him
from serving
the Lord
God.
A system made to feed itself on justice needs unjust
And it must grow to look for it, or that machine will rust
To twist a loose screw, tightens it but tight screws come undone
More evil's from justice than did ever come from fun.
Stunt a Rose's growth and it will twist more, grow more thorns
Than it may be punished for it's break from social norms
But do not mourn for it for rose oil brightly gleams
And we always need more oil for our big justice machine
Each one of us has
the fondest conviction
that encourages us to move on,
to explore new horizons,
new frontiers still unknown;
turn your prospective into reality
and finally, reach your goal.
Caring for one another,
looking out for unseen dangers
to protect our life that's more
brittle than a glass that shatters;
more than our sight given to us
to witness the beauty, the ugliness
and endless inhumanity.
Is conviction a rejected assumption,
if it doesn't show the strength within,
the permissible advantage of realizing
a persuasive concept in the making?
Many dreams fail not having
enough confidence to persuade them,
be realistic but also optimistic;
a pessimist sees things differently
swaying from the logic of persuasion,
from a declaration of utter disbelief
that a simple thought can become
bigger than an underestimate idea,
even grander than a visualized dream.
Each one of us has the fondest conviction
that any effort made is better than none
and whenever satisfaction rewards us
with a trophy of our own; all is lost,
nothing is gained in bashful living...
not sought by the unconfident and timid.
Conviction
I often wondered why I was here,
I constantly had burdens and fears...
I’ve loved,
I’ve lost,
And hurt with pain,
It was so hard living that way...
Why I put myself to live with shame,
And always remind me of who I haven’t became?
I wanted to be the best and you be proud,
But my crazy world and crazy thoughts would
not allow...
No matter how hard I tried to forget the pain,
It wouldn’t leave me,
I did,
I’m so ashamed...
The ones I love,
I didn’t want it this way,
I closed my heart and I didn’t pray...
I hurt me and I hurt you,
I’m sorry I did,
That’s not what I wanted to do...
I had to stop and take the blame,
I had to before it was too late...
You showed me love,
Which I didn’t deserve,
And helped me through without a word...
I taught you love,
You gave it back,
I can move on and heal from the past...
It still hurts, but not as bad,
It’s better than the life I had...
Now I can show that I can be strong,
And show you who I am and who I wanted to
be all along.
Love with what is more than love for sure,
infatuated with someone contemning every cure.
Telling new necessities about one self,
playing the game with nothing to loose on behalf.
When love is the master towards perfection
the songs as food fact realization.
Evening stars that cannot forget,
true adventure by moons reflection set.
Holding hands always at mind,
butterflies proves sensation entwined.
Making miracles possible by the moment,
mirrors of the soul component.
By that touch of poetic vision,
shaped and fashioned by those decision.
No sleeping with that sensation reality,
wild dreams and its ravishing gravity.
Beauties as love what can you do,
possession in freedom nothing short of brew.
Sensing eternity in pious time,
and tears speak what the heart can’t say.
Hidden beloved mysteries in ecstasy,
courage greater still of certainty.
Souls unite at the meeting of a glance,
shattering truth and virtues trance.
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