life on Planet Earth
constant change to death from birth
defining the worth
a one time event
an existence much like rent
was such time well spent?
who and what are we
no trivial pursuit be
despite pedigrees
following all rules
of cultures, creeds, states and schools
leaves us useful tools
decrees which confound
class contradictions abound
vague questions resound
deftly inserting
words bent upon subverting
soon turn diverting
safety long has been
in knowing what lies within
defining of sin
anger can erupt
when greed fuels the corrupt
regret won't disrupt
while shrinking life’s scope
truth soon became power’s trope
belief defeats hope
change has run its course
when disconnected from source
of life giving force
existence is free
lies within state of what be
forms reality
I can't reason my sadness today
I find it overwhelming
Diverting my attention
doesn't offer great help
I try hard to laugh
but I fear I might break down
Something in me is uneasy
Something keeps shattering
Hopes have repeatedly broken
Efforts have turned futile
the world's point of view
doesn't match mine
I might have run miles
but none in their eyes
Something in me fails everyday
Something feels broken
Backups are now priorities
Pointless things feel logical
I'd appreciate being left
alone for endless hours
but I fear losing everyone
I should be grateful for
Something in me is unsettling
Something feels lost
It was never meant for us to Judge this Experience,
We Are the Experience of Existence,
The difference,
Within the interference.
Pushing against the resistance,
Leaving a Legacy of our Substance.
Carving characters in time,
Creating your own line.
Take for instance,
Each Instant,
Neutral.
Yours to define,
Uniquely your design.
Every curve and corner,
diverting the color.
The Author,
Writing each chapter.
The Actor,
Playing the Scene.
Encoded within Genes,
Powers go unforeseen.
While fear stays lurking,
Hiding a new way of being.
Time to Intervene,
To get in-between,
Revealing,
Your Experience,
You Are the ONE Governing,
A Physical being experiencing
This Whole thing.
Keep it Clean,
Balance that Machine.
See through the Suffering,
For the Lessons its bringing.
Perception is everything.
Happiness is happening,
When your not Judging,
Your Experience.
You ran roughshod over my sandcastle
Without a flicker of commotion
diverting the starboard
and finding ourselves
at a yawning beach
Did you see yourself
as a seashell
Did you cast an enchanted look
There's always a sea song
for a remedy overdue
Shake off the foam
and clear your head
Did you see yourself as a crab
yet noted the World didn't care enough
Whining Changes Nothing,
Prayer does
Miracle Man
10/19/2024
A person can’t know what their future holds,
but they can know the hand in which it rests.
We oft encounter problems as our day unfolds,
and many times it appears to be a series if tests.
But God has a purpose for the clouds in our day,
sometimes it’s a lesson or to increase our faith.
Many times it’s a reminder that gets us to pray,
briefly diverting our attention to Hell’s wraith.
Instead of whining about some perceived wrong,
we should start each day with blessing counting.
Praying for those things that will make us strong,
for in judgment each will face an accounting.
August 11 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 1-3
Key Verse – Jeremiah 1:19 And they shall fight against thee; but they shall not prevail against thee; for I am with thee, saith the LORD, to deliver thee.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS DELIVERANCE
Praise be to God for His deliverance:
Directing us to His will
Defending us from war-wreckage
Disentangling us against worldliness
Diverting us toward His work so worthy
Dealing with us by His Word in our weakness
Jeremiah 2:21 Praise be to the Lord for planting us
as noble vine and right seed:
Brightened though His salvation-righteousness
Blossoming with His shining restoration
Blessed along His sanctification-revival
Blissful by His Scripture-regeneration
Blooming in His steadfast rays
Jeremiah 3:14 Praise be to the Saviour
for turning us to Him from backsliding to:
Stay in His peace and truth
Seek His pardon so triumphant
Settle in His power with our trust
Set our posture upon His proven testimony
Show our security in His providence midst trials. Amen!
August 11, 2024
Ignorance doesn’t ask questions,
thinks it’s weak to be confused
reliance on interpretations
doesn’t second guess the clues
arrogance shows what it knows
communicates itself with vigour
as if surrounded by those slow
to demonstrate their brain is bigger
the ignorance that lives in bliss
the arrogance to know what is
the brazen need to be the best
undiagnosed mental complex
to never admit the error you made
diverting attention onto another
critical of how others behave
claiming all they cause is bother
call them a hinderance
but one you will help
and with great significance
for nothing your self
you go from the victim treated unfair
to the selfless hero who puts himself there
talk of your friends who cause you despair
and then be the reason they get anywhere
as if you’re friends with the lowest creatures
such stupidity of the mentally weaker
and suddenly you appear such a great fella
way up high all above those in the cellar
but isn’t it so sad
to look good they look bad
when you are the perk
you better the sag
unaware that this blag
is of an insecure lad!
masking waters overflow diverting
over deserts mountains plains
--Lavender sunset skies
12/10/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
There we were - Alf and I - Pharaohs,
surveying those white pyramids -
Nests of ibis - ovulating -
Opera.
Across the bridge we danced,
Swaying o'er the waves below -
Spectred lovers on a phantom ship -
Drifting snug into port - oh, so were we.
Yes, There we were - Alf, you - left me,
As you cantered away on your white steed.
I'm diverting - like a white capped copper
By the Circular Quay - away -
From Darling Harbour - rolling -
Onto the Rocks.
Yet, in Neutral Bay,
I - last - heard you say,
You'd be selling me down
At King's Cross.
So bye - my Alfie - it's over -
Just city lights and squalor - for me -
With whisky and history - this old bag lady
Stares dreamily over the sea.
The ancestral shackles I feel - loosening,
Pushed out - by the will to be free.
Everyone enjoys cruising easy street
Hits keep playing around the clock
Everything flawlessly falling into place
Puzzle pieces effortlessly interlock
Humming along until hit a speed bump
Your momentum derailed by a detour
Diverting your good vibes off track
Unsure if you will be able to endure
Then reminded of our ability to bounce back
That has craftfully carried us this far
Have tackled tough times like this before
Know that we'll be able to raise the bar
So now when we find ourselves in a rut
Realize that it is shallower than before
Because the bottom begins to get filled in
Restored with resiliency from our core
He was a Professor of Difficult Sums,
Always kept a writing pad near,
Just in case of instant revelations,
With pencil parked behind one ear.
He could quadrate equations
With consummate ease
And quantum mechanicals
He found just a diverting tease.
He won the Nobel Prize so often
They let him keep the cup,
And he wore designer braces
To hold designer trousers up.
A benefactor of mankind,
Which used his flowing skill
To perfect better weapons with
Much more efficient ways to kill.
He lived in academic obscurity
Until the people learned his name
When he made the perfect mouse trap
Which brought him worldwide fame?
He was sent back into obscurity
When he just went a bit too far
By inventing a pollution free
Everlasting peoples motor car.
He beach combs now in Tahiti
Fitted with a silicon chip link
To wipe his mind of such thoughts
At the speed of an eyelid’s blink
For business is business
And everyone should know
The worst kind of fool is he
Who disturbs the status quo
What Child Is This
“What child is this”
who came to earth,
knowing earth's ruler
would deplore?
“What child is this”
who came to earth,
knowing His torture
in store?
What Father is this
who loved so much,
to sacrifice His Own
flesh and blood?
A Divine Lamb, who
on a mountain stood,
offered all Earth-kingdoms
if only He, the status-quo
would let be? – “What child
is this”, who when Mary, kneeling
at His feet, diverting her eyes, He
spoke: No dear one, look up at Me~
take hold of your Brother's Hands
– and Rise!?
Copyright © Joe DiMino | Year Posted 2022
Sung by : Mystic Rose
“What child is this”
who came to earth,
knowing earth's ruler
would deplore?
“What child is this”
who came to earth,
knowing His torture
in store?
What Father is this
who loved so much,
to sacrifice His Own
flesh and blood?
A Divine Lamb, who
on a mountain stood,
offered all Earth-kingdoms
if only He, the status-quo
would let be? – “What child
is this”, who when Mary, kneeling
at His feet, diverting her eyes, He
spoke: No dear one, look up at Me~
take hold of your Brother's Hands
– and Rise!?
FRIVOLITY
pleasure
of people-watching
witnessing
ruses
subtle
or blunt
the prospect
of spectacle
so
diverting d
&
amusing
scrutiny
at a glance
ostensibly
a
light-hearted
ticklea
an
unsuspecting
cascade
of
the
bright
&
hyperactive
bubble
of
the
simultaneous
prompted
by
pretensions
in
a decorated
gleaming view
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Is this the end of all hope?
I feel the ruin of man draw near,
I must raise my sword,
my family lifts it with me,
my wife is there beside me,
my children watch in silence.
I must live through this day,
for their sakes and mine,
Fell deeds await.
My humanity slips away,
the soldiers fall around me,
I hear naught but silence,
an empty stillness surrounds.
Even as my sword swings I hear nothing,
even as I slay I hear nothing.
Then I feel it come,
the rushing wings of black fate,
the end that awaits us all,
The loss of one more man.
The river of death sweeping through the battlefields marks me as a target,
diverting it's course,
the banks are to steep,
I cannot climb out.
The riverbed swells,
the water surrounds.
My thoughts turn to all I left behind,
over the hills and far away a home awaits for me,
and will wait forevermore.
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