The Apostle Paul speaks here earnestly
of the importance to be cleansed
from every defilement of sin
clearing the dirt through our spiritual lens
This cleansing comes in God's power
through his divine merciful grace
praying in and through His Holy Spirit
telling of His love in constant praise
Holiness is so important to God
as scripture tells He's triple holy
proclaiming His pure godly character
to be clothed in holiness solely
Let us live in the fear of God
making us complete in Christ's name
having a right reverential fear
pointing heavenwards our constant aim
Underline with priority these words
cleanse, defilement, holiness and fear
bring them to mind regular and often
hear God's spirit in your inner ear
('let us cleanse ourselves from every defilement of body[a] and spirit, bringing holiness to completion in the fear of God.')
2 Corinthians 7: 1 (ESV)
(A lone voice whispers)
Did you know that demons prowl like a clan of hyenas while you sleep?
They come close, creeping in from the dark shadows and sniffing for the odour of your soul.
Their presence may signal that you are becoming increasingly corrupted by the insidious manipulation of society as you grow older.
They seek the sweet smell of cabbage, a feast to collect, much like Bob Marley, as your soul grows weak.
As you carry more and more unnecessary chains and baggage.
So the question is:
Will you pray to your God of choice to strengthen your soul?
For when you sleep, the night dwellers come prowling, creeping in to seek you as their ultimate goal.
For they look for corrupted souls who are drawn to all things wicked, linked to defilement.
As they use soul metastasis to help their wickedness grow, like falling black snow.
(C) Copyright John Duffy
*Broken*
Emotions that breaks a heart
Feelings of deep caring
My desire for someone to talk to
Loneliness to grieve
My suppressed pain
Oh! This temporal defilement
When my soul becomes merry
The days of happiness is past
The hour of sadness is now
This part hurt to know
This fruit of mine unripe
Taste sour yet enjoyed
Monsieur Lucifer at work
My feet singing tunes
To the lullaby of a foe
For years till date
My chameleons hid her colours
Come, sit with me friend
Give ears to this fool's grief
My cries are not
This daughter of Eve brewing tales
I need my growth not waned
Sadness that held up my tears
Aching for changes that sting
Devil's green snaky being
Desiring to have a taste to me
This life I loathe, detest
The days of heart games gone
As eagle flies in the sky
Shall aid my increase to bloom
The vibrancy of the rich hued kaleidoscope
Across the firmament,
Wide open eyes ~ a pantomime unexpected
A child’s innocent smile
Free from taint and defilement
Touching its cheeks with a lot of fondness~ an involuntary reaction
An old man’s fragile hand
When stretched,
Penetrating hands into pockets for extending alms ~ an impetuous action
A sudden meet of my teacher on the way
Palms come together and go folded
Making a traditional Namaskar~ an untaught response
When passing by temple
Stop for a while;
Closing eyelids to recall His image~ an effortless doing
The solemn tune of the national anthem
Stop all at once and
Rising to feet to pay respect~ an impulsive gesture
Spontaneity delineates a man’s character
It reveals the real tendency of man
Intuitive and insightful learning,
Selfless love and unprejudiced cogitation
Steer our actions in an agreeable manner
Introspection about our spontaneous actions
Furnish space to learn and examine our traits.
Place : 10th
Occasionally I despair,
an eternal uphill struggle,
a hopeless walk to sanity:
what else is there for me to do
but scream?
Occasionally my stomach rumbles
as pain, hunger and strife
make it grow distressingly tight.
Occasionally I try to fight
and seek that elusive light
at the end of the tunnel
only to find an inky blackness,
ebony obscurity of darkness
that smothers the soul.
Occasionally I search
for a twisted street or
an endless channel
only to discover a world
devoid of any kindness,
languishing in defilement,
foul-smelling with pollution,
tarnished with infamy and slander,
and an ever-reigning lust.
But often I stand up,
for myself if for none other
and look down towards the horizon
and find what I require: hope and trust.
PS Sorry I left Poetry in the lurch but was hospitalised for three days. I hope to read your poems soon. But please give me time.
My Poem is-
Stale flowers of barren lover
No touchstone water, no fertilizer
-Poem is empty wine bottle
No one is interested there
-Poem is withered leaves
West wind blows away far
-Poem is breathless corpse
All are busy to bury in sham tear
-Poem is glittering dew
Under sunshine it’s fading bare
-Poem is yellowish spring
Winter cell strips off sly wear
-Poem is defilement of outraged girl
Stuff of enjoyment in cheap censure
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
January 23, 2023
"Are we gonna turn around,"
said the Armadillo to the rat?
Rat just snuffled following its twitching nose
rushing toward the miasma of offal piles,
of excrement and defilement.
"I prefer clean desert air,' said the Armadillo,
this stink is overpowering.
"Hungry" squeaked the thin rat.
'Yes hungry also" the armadillo agreed
but the stench of feted air
was becoming unbearable to him.
After several miles they reached the town limits.
Tent cities spread inward like a river of trash. Paths
of degradations and endless skid-rows
lay before them.
Armadillo stood stone still, appalled,
rat licked his trembling muzzle
a thin saliva dripped from his crusted lips.
"hungry" he muttered, racing onward.
Armadillo shrugged, turned about
to find a few wholesome ants under
some rotting wood.
Scenario of Stressful life situational defamation of one's character, Car accidents
beyond one's control consecutively, unbalanced mind. Defilement and forcible
violation of one's body and soul, A firearm aimed toward one's head to inflict fear, explosive force against one's will.
Following homelessness, defamation of one's
character, loss of generations from Grandma,
coming after Father oncoming now Mother
loss of sentimental heartstrings shattered. No
one to have a heart to heart, to counsel, to ease one's anxieties, who to trust and one's likelihood. Mental illnesses you had a tight grip on one's powers of thoughts, as a result bad choices were made.
The best artists are outlaws
Vandalizing our sanctity,
Our sanctimonious freight trains,
Our parsimonious neglect.
The best artists are culprits
Chiseling our school desks,
Scraping our bathroom stalls,
Doodling our notebooks.
Graffiti spray paints the struggle,
Scribbling defaces the pretense,
Defilement arrests the complacent,
Disfigurement sullies the platitude.
Defacers embody the dialectic,
The opposition to conformity,
The betrayal of uniformity,
The rebellion against authority.
The best artists are pariahs,
Trashing our temples,
Tossing out our moneychangers,
Driving out our shysters.
With each thrust
His grunts get louder
But her still form
All the stiller
Tolerating pain
Bearing defilement
The rapacious moments end
He rolls over
Exhausted and spent
No words spoken
No feelings, no emotion
She too indifferently
Adjusts her pillow
So
Maybe some respite
For some nights
Bottles her turmoil within
No use
Balancing 'virtue' and 'sin'
At the forced physical connect
All his guile
All his tact,
She’s able to see through
His ‘apparent’ love act
Her cell phone flashes
A ‘Good Night Kiss’ message
And the deathly night
Instantly looks heavenly bright
Beaming smiles replacing
Agonising forbearance
‘It had to happen
And it happens’
She ponders
Nay, whispers
Her man
Guilty of starting
Life’s new chapter
And, as for she
Well...
For all his 'obvious' rage
She’s just turned a page.
I Need to MAN Up And Love Myself
I'm just like a book on a bookshelf,
Haven't been read in a while
It's like I'm living in a state of defilement
It's dusty, who's been treated unjustly
So I turn and see a pristine book on the shelf
And that book is all about Love
And I say "Love open up"
I look in for a closeup
I felt the urge to put my feelings in writing
I really feel our connection is tightening
My dear beloved
I really feel my life did just start
I would rather have you than a million bucks
You are like a white swan amidst ordinary ducks
I think we are the perfect match
For you, I am willing to stretch
You mean so much to me
With you, I really feel free
Eternal bliss is where I'm bound
Near you, everything is sound
This Self-Love is for you, I hope you will like it
Because loving you, I will never quit
This poem has come to an end
Remember that, without you, my heart feels bent
and the Lord delivered the King of Judah
into the hands of King Nebuchadnezzar.
the choice gems of the Judean royal family —
chosen to serve in the Babylonian palace.
veggies, please…no meat, no wine
from the King’s table...no defilement.
God caused the chief official to show
favor and sympathy to Daniel.
in ten days bright and cheery faces
continued their act that pleased the Lord.
to Daniel and his friends, God gave
knowledge and understanding;
to Daniel - visions and dreams of all kinds.
none was found to be better than Daniel,
Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah renamed
Belteshazzar, Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego.
and this begins their veggie tales…
some thought lions might eat vegetarians...
some thought veggies could be flame-broiled…
hear the cacophony of the dithering instruments:
horn, flute, zither, lyre, harp and all
the nations crack, crumble, fall
to worship the image of gold
but…
Daniel and his friends
wait for a better day
a trumpet sound
where every knee will bow
to the King of Kings.
10/29/2019
From God’s unlimited storehouse of blessings*’ bounty
He rains heavenly bestowments with His sovereignty.
He grants wisdom, discretion, prudence without defilement
He's the Teacher instructing sanctification from sins' detriment.
Completely rescuing from hell’s destruction
The Saviour wrought eternal security of settled redemption.
Giving calmness with serenity’s bliss, midst stressful turmoil
He’s the Prince of peace refreshing against weariness-spoil.
With His strengthening might for faithful stewardship
The Master cheers along His joyous partnership.
In charity’s kindness with complete forgiveness
His pardon loads mercy’s vibrant brightness.
Guarding against iniquities and guilt’s terror
God Who is merciful upholds from fears’ horror.
*Genesis 49:25 Even by the God of thy father, who shall help thee; and by the Almighty, who shall bless thee with blessings of heaven above…
April 17, 2019
Life has beaten so many people down it has really taken its toll
satan has taken their crown and soon will take away their soul
Making life feel so empty in having nothing left on the inside
That you no longer feel free despite everything you have tried
Such feelings we can't diminish as they batter our inner core
We are still so far from the finish, but we can't run anymore
All of us will need a helping hand at some point in our life
Someone to say I understand and know all about your strife
Someone who is always by your side keeping enemies at bay
To you He has never lied and has carried you most of the way
He is your Lord and Savior, the King who died for His servant
Looking down upon you in favor in all the Mercies He has sent
He only sees your perfection in washing away all your defilement
In you He sees A Reflection of the perfect love that He has sent
All that Glory right beside you and all you need to do is to ask
So whatever you're going through remember, in His Glory you bask
I wonder. Do you know Him
https://youtu.be/DiENXGSAu94
humans, go to planet Mars,
some to the Moon.
Live there seven million years
For your appetite to cool down
That this Planet Earth,
may regain her virginity,
after years of violent defilement
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