COCOONING IN AN AUDACIOUS POLITICAL
POWERING MONARCHY: 2025-2026
Circadian ticks,
Time-chart caterpillars of
Septic monarchy:
God’s butterflying wisdom
Canvassing divine guidance:-
It’s time for us to
Uproot inequality:
Sowing equity,
Let’s get to cultivating
Democracy’s divine abundance:-
Fertilization
Of renewed seeds of justice,
Must be daily done:
Ensuring germination’s
Deep-rooted, anchoring growth:-
With cocooning hope,
And metamorphosing faith,
Let us plow onward:
Butterflying equity,
And soaring democracy:-
Sown bigotry,
Must be made to rot away;
Plowed with damnation:
Extermination rendered—
Monarchical evil doomed:-
In God’s laboring,
Let us garden liberty;
Reaping fruiting peace:
Fencing true democracy
With shared equanimity:-
I'm very good at it
-- running that is:
Most my adult life
seems to have been
a treadmill of sorts:
Morning Gush. Got to love
those subway jousts! All us
elbow warriors fencing for
optimum position, wanting
fast entrance and propelled
retreat.
Elevating to the running-board of
city sidewalks and streets...step to the flow
or be bowled over, trampled upon. Tires, Florsheim, Nike, high heels~
They all mark deeply!
(Evening rush escape no less a trek)
Joggers make me laugh
heartily! Roadside exhibitionists,
inhaling deeply everyone’s
filth. I swear, that If there are
schedules and timetables in heaven,
God inadvertently has given
the Devil but another tempting card
to play.
My darling love, you have become a bit too quiet
I see no evidence or sign of you these days
What's happening out there, that keeps it silent
Why is the silence so profound at my place?
Is it too daring to assume that in our files
Your spirit watches from the photos that you took
And like the Phoenix from the ashes, high it flies
Each time I notice a slight difference in your look
Without soul there is no matter, and vise versa
But what is the eternal soul, my love?
If I can’t see you in this wasted universe
Where should I fly to through this low white sky above?
You won’t reply, but maybe that’s the answer
It is too early for this Phoenix to arise
And by the way, it’s just our Woody on your fencing
She comes by habit, then again away she flies.
The insane things I would do if I was
a keeper at a zoo
I would tell an owl he's aloud to blink
And tell a skunk that he doesn't stink
I would show the lion who is king
And teach the bees how to sing.
I tell the hyena its OK to cry
And encourage the penguins to fly
I would play music for the rhinos to dance
And buy the elephant a pair of pants
I would teach the monkeys how to be good
And give the termite vegetables not wood
I would have no fencing to keep them apart from man
I'm off to the zoo tomorrow so I can start my plan
Fable
Bloody Bond
Feeble pledge
Far sighting the bogus Lustre
Drenched in thoughts
Wrenching out words
With ideas in the trench
He was a wreck
Dredging in the mud
Wearing his other face
Facing his tomorrow
Fencing his fears
Benching all odds
In a world of doubt
Red on my jeans,
Seeping through the seams,
A stain makes a story
no one wants to read.
Blood lodged between my teeth,
fencing away the chatter of an angel,
each word swallowed,
a prayer unprayed.
Hands mute with quiet sin,
A muse on every thread,
what the mouth won’t spin—
a tale of blood, a story of regret.
In threads blackened of memory,?
each ounce pens a line,?
a story that pulsates beneath,?
feeding on a lie.
Behind silvery gray animus clouds, the moon does hide.
The night does cry; its heartbeat rise and falls, like the tide.
Celestial, sleepless, unbending, cold night gathered overhead,
Veiling eerie shadows, eternal time with hideous guise, dread.
Idle and dank, surrounded by broken-down fencing and gnarl skeletal tree,
A grave “No TRESPASSING” sign forbidding entry to the beastly;
Hangs warding off the unwanted and those had doubts,
Only spiders spurred, floating sticky secure line hidden hereabouts.
Wind weaves through mangled limbs with howls, and spies embed
A gaunt, ghostly, hollow, hooded man, sickle in hand, in its stead;
Reaping of life, lifting his black haunting mound shroud a ted.
Condemned, refusing to release its ghostly dead.
Strain, howling, a full moon he stands, searchingly ahead;
Pain screams rip from his throat, bones, and soft tissue bled.
A stir in the air dares to forsake, on, as he falls to his knees, unfed.
Conned the night a moment longer, blood it did crave, then fled.
I want to feel the ground swell
to share it
Saturday, comes too soon
drowns the afternoon
and see City demoted for fair play
10,000 plastic cups
a river of lager streams
Its not that I'm afraid of fencing
but these stadiums hem me in
How lucky we are the Olympics
Will be starting, this Friday, in France!
After all this political trauma,
We can wake from this terrible trance.
We can focus on swimming and tennis,
Gymnastics and polo and track.
Cheer for volleyball, diving and cricket
And not listen to pols talking smack.
There’ll be fencing and judo and hockey
And sailing and golf and lacrosse.
Once the athletes march in, all that fanfare
Will remind us there’s life after loss.
A Balliol rhyme is a doggerel verse form with a distinctive meter. A quatrain, with a pair of couplets (rhyme scheme AABB), with four beats per line. Written by the poet who elaborates on their character, exploits, or predilections.
Once was a bird who had enjoyed
her timeless spend became annoyed
when my new Tom bravely demands
cat's pointed views hid claw commands.
March 5 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 20-22
Key Verse– Deuteronomy 20:4 For the LORD your God is he that goeth with you, to fight for you against your enemies, to save you.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO GOES WITH US
Praise be to God for going with us:
Fighting for us against enemies by His protection
Fencing us around His empowering peace
Fixing us toward His enduring precepts
Fulfilling in us His eternal plan
Freeing us from evil pursuits
Deuteronomy 21:8 Praise be to the Lord for
Being merciful to us, His people He has:
Redeemed and forgiven from sins
Ransomed while framed for spirituality
Rescued as well as found from Satan’s slavery
Restored then fueled for service
Renewed to fly in faith along stewardship
Deuteronomy 22:5 Praise be to the Saviour Who is
teaching us to abide in His will against abomination as we:
Trust Him and His gracious ways
Turn to Him for godly worth
Take His great Word
Testify about His guarding will
Toil for Him midst good works.
March 5, 2024
Across a field,
the tips of tall grass tremble
in the moonlight. There are
silent wings gliding the dark,
soft callings way off in the distance
and occasionally, glowing eyes
seen high in the trees.
Secrets are kept here
sealed from sight, mysteries,
a cache of wonders
hidden under a thick silence
fencing off the borderlands between
dream and the oblivion
of sleep.
Here too are desires
still unshaped in their nurseries,
soul shadows rummaging through
old remains, fears, childhood,
the unanswered pleas echoing up
from somewhere, looking
for an opening to get
inside your head.
Midst monsoon moods these flies and bees labor
Honey in the wombs of flowers is wet
Thorns of plants scare them like fencing saber
Midst monsoon moods these flies and bees labor
In a season such none seems none's neighbor
No norms to these hungry creatures are set
Midst monsoon moods these flies and bees labor
Honey in the wombs of flowers is wet
Away in the garden
No plants are ill fed
The soil is perfect
In all the raised beds
The fencing surrounds
All of the plants
But something burrowed
Who invited the ants
There’s chewing and clipping
At night while I rest
Just wait til’ I get
My hands on that pest
I fired the shotgun
To nab me a bun
Don’t mess with my garden
Run rabbit run
Walls too high, above the grasses I see
Walls above my eye, below the world of me
Fencing my eye, lions of grey roaring
Reaching the sky, birds of prey soaring.
Walls of lamentation are memories of war
Galls of incantation are cairns in jar
Facing the wailing walls are men of tears
Groping for simping halls are women of fears.
Walls of life, memories in time
Walks of life, melodies in rhyme
Love from wells, portrait of loving souls
Waters in wells, vignette of redeemed souls.
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