Released from captivity are the sons of Israel, and with tears of joy they are received by all. Today is given the name Peace 2025 indicating an ending of brutal war. Neither adversary was present, yet an extraordinary event. Can’t build a lasting peace with hate as a building material. Is it true tranquility is what awaits the world or a temporary armistice, a break in the storm—lingering disarray of what is already rubble and dust—a dystopian gray. What shall these torn nations find in an entanglement led by hyperbolic politicians, known for their vacant promises. An immovable permanency that shall lead to unity that was once in our illusive dreams, is it what it seems? Oh is it what it appears to be? What happens to a dream deferred, does it dry up like a raisin in the sun or bring a new bloom of blustering flowers from beneath the desert sands. What tempests are these that blow over deeply rooted in religion, in the eras, in the cradle of civilization.
Freed!
anticipation
Jewish son freedom now comes~
their wait exhausted
You may not like his politics,
and you may not like his choice,
You may also not like the way he speaks,
with his somewhat cocky voice.
But one thing that we have to like
about that man, you see
Is that he's done well with Israel
Helping twenty hostages- free!
Fortune alone is slippery, so sleek
It slides fast and vanishes so quick
Surprising us rarely, once or twice
Not from our tossed coin or rolled dice
But from sweats where we reap the prize.
Hostages to fortune are easier to catch
Like counting chicks in eggs unhatched
Coming frequently when election rise
So many promises over unexpected lies
Causing betrayal, cutting strong bonds and ties.
Hostages to fortune throw impulsive acts
Sorts of gambling taking risk to the max
It’s lighting hope on a melting candle wax
For a wheel of fortune to roll out from the box
In the end, business catastrophe or fiasco rocks.
As hostages to fortune, our crippled hands can’t share kind gesture
Neither help nor usher others toward greener pasture.
Our covetous hearts that are fortune-hostages never spend for charity with bliss
Bound by carnality of selfishness from greediness' abyss.
Held hostage by fortune, we are the arrogant competing vainly with the haughty
Trampling essence of humility while defying authority.
Imprisoned with earthly fortune, our minds neglect divine wisdom
Blind to the need of contributing to advance heavenly kingdom.
Confessing personal cravings for wealthy fortune-settlement
Our repentant souls now seek the Lord for contentment and fulfillment.
As heirs of God-given treasures, we strive for responsible stewardship
Triumphant to use fortune while engaging in ministerial partnership.
Gratefully praising the Almighty for endowed fortune, verily blest
Our spirits, freed from love-of-money bondage, live today with divine kindness-zest.
I see waves
going higher and higher
in the shape of horns.
Why don't we call horns thorns?
These horns are extending
in my head.
Ha ha ha, imagination.
And even there,
I couldn't think of a crown.
People are trying
to get to the tip of my horns:
ambitious,
dedicated,
hardworking.
But why are they even trying?
And even if they reach the tip,
wouldn't it still be my horns?
Or will it be theirs?
Bulk of money lying on my bed
Originality microscopic and long dead
I don’t take credit for your misconception
Dreams are simple but the world isn’t
Because, on every trophy lies a faded tint
Industrial buildings and well-planned cities
Then with retired sum the moors perhaps and landscapes so pretty
Life is an instrument not like a fiddle
Play it you will but with turmoil in the middle
Disappointment over bills come fast
But when we earn and earn, our gold does not last
Glee in sunset reflects time
Time for diamonds I need to make mine
So escape, I want to the hills
But without confidence there lies no thrill
So wake up everyday and comeback every night
Don’t put up a fight
And so goes the drill!
We do not know what life is by resigning ourselves to death.
Just as we don’t know what love is by only tasting hate.
The poor don’t know what it’s like to never look at the tag.
But the rich don’t know what it’s like to have nothing and not be sad.
Those who own companies don’t know each customer's regular order.
Yet the workers don’t know what it’s like to be judged by the public.
Models don’t know what it's like not to wear makeup.
While the girl who walks the dog doesn’t even own mascara.
The judges don’t know how much each fall hurts.
But, the contestants don’t know what it took for the judges to be at the top.
The cashier doesn’t know why he can’t pay for his food,
And he doesn't know why she’s a cashier.
The teacher doesn’t know what happens at home,
Just like the student doesn’t know what it costs to maintain one.
In the end we are one or the other,
And we may never know the second half.
And I think that’s why no human can know it all.
And people need to learn that that’s ok.
There's a reason why we only live once.
HOSTAGES TO FORTUNE
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“Luck—that’s what some call it, a capricious cotillion with probability, eventually holding one hostage to fortune…” quote by the poet
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Onlookers watch, brows furrowed with wisdom,
judging the inanity of my gambles, the absurdity of my heart~
the unwise pledge made to destiny and chance.
Is it luck I chase or a deeper current pulling me onward,
a commitment to something unseen~
a surrender to the unknown Hand that guides me?
Consequences sometimes sharp and bitter~
Are they lessons etched in pain or moments of grace,
divinely ordained, the Master shaping my soul?
Were my falls intended all along,
an awkward dance orchestrated by a Divine hand,
making me a willing hostage not to fortune but to faith?
Yes, I am a hostage, bound and gladly surrendered~
a devotee of faith's uncertain embrace.
In my captivity, I find the ultimate freedom.
Before dawn,
the world breathless~
heartbeats
become tethers
to the whims of fate
and old dreams
flying
out of reach.
Fickle
fate holding
our fortunes
hostage to power~
meager money eked out
from
minions of despots.
Freedom for those who stood to speak.' In a system rotten
At every move it creaks." u k gaols used to frighten and
Suppress the vast majority, justice is not.' This is a mess!
Free your citizens ( enough of thought crimes!) You spoke
Loud about some sausages.' Or was that karma Divine?
Whatever quyeer reasons? I'm calling his time.' May
Trump stand on your neck; Sunshine' Maybe then you'll release them yet? Get them back up on deck.' I say free Tommy Robinson raise the rafters U K.' Let the good word be carried on the streets
And good vibes, return unto Britain in these days.'
Its a reggresive sight to see the condition of hostages
Being released by hamas?? Its a sad counterpoint to the
Whole sad situation.' And gnaws away at hope of there
Being any good solution, any way to sanity..For barbarisam will
But destroy all souls that employ it.' Enough.!! Time to
Consider on our humanity surely' and the positives it can
Facilitate.'
Hostages
We read that three women held by Hamas have been freed and looked to be in good health
The British TV and the press showed happy people in Israel as most of the reporting was done with an Israeli slant
Of the Palestinians held hostage by Israel without trial, their suffering is overlooked but reports tell of house raids of the freed Palestinians in their homes
What we are seeing from the British covering
Of the debacle is blatant racism the Arab struggle is of no interest to the British
We wait for fabricated story how women were
Subjected to mass raped by Hamas a story that
Will be the usual lies the British lies serve us
Who Won
Hostages
Miracle Man
Labor Day 2024
Sometimes others make decisions,
that will go against our grain.
We allow sacrifices to be made of a few
for the good of many, without refrain.
It always seems so unfair,
if you’re family of one of these few.
Being told that,“a man’s gotta do,
what a man’s gotta do”
We thank God each morning,
that we’re not one of the few.
But sometimes we tend to overlook,
what the prayers of many can do.
I wonder if it were your loved one,
would it shine a different light,
On the seriousness of negotiation?
Just a thought, but it might.
Gaza's hostages
When IDF tried to free six of Hamas hostages
holed up in a tunnel, the six, two women and
four men were found dead
three questions arise.
When were the hostages shot?
During the firefight?
Or were they sacrifices?
we know that the vile regime
the Israel regime is capable of anything foul
Hamas could have murdered
the hostages to stop the IDF from searching
for more hostages
They were wasting the hostages,
This deftly handling in stages;
Thirty minutes another one slew,
Nor bothered they would soon be few...
For the beauty of Twelve Million;
They're not asking for A Trillion.
Twelve fine girls,nine boys handsome
And only Eight left for ransom
Captor tells captives "I love you!
Just that parents do not facts chew;
Like I do kola and bitter pill...
For delays, impatient guns kill..."
Isn't it too hard to swallow:
What we'd do to in wealth wallow?
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