middle school
girls become imitators
copying mannerisms and styles
mimicking those they admire
often losing their own identity for a year or two
sad pretenders, not living up to themselves yet
God's blessings fill this book
to the fullest is given to read
in Ch. 1 spiritual blessing in Christ
prays with thanks for the promised seed
In Ch. 2 salvation is explained
God's purpose comes by grace through faith
so now believers are one in Christ
reconciled by His blood scripture saith
The apostle Paul tells here in Ch. 3
of the mystery of the gospel no less
shows the Gentile's, fellow heirs in Christ
this the Lord has revealed to bless
One body and one spirit overall
united together by faith to maintain
put on the new self, created by God
as Ch. 4 explains for Christ to reign
So be imitators of God, walk in love
for Christ loved us and died in our place
understand God's will be filled by His spirit
this Ch. 5 makes clear, shows God's grace
Ch. 6 tells of God's armour to be worn
to fight off the devil's fiery darts
this Paul sums up in his final words
as God's purpose is to encourage our hearts
(Ephesians is a book filled with Divine understanding inspired by the Holy Spirit, So I have tried to bring awareness to those who may find it difficult to grasp.)
red plumes, sunset blooms
since denim sky blues faded
lookalikes, sweet fumes
ever moving wind
fragrant and changing like sky
cedes to misty trend
reds, pinks, plums and golds
the world I knew went away
mimics unpatrolled
scarlet summer sass
red cardinal sings sultry
diamonds in green grass
We are shadows
living the dark
of our own
obstructions
imitators of light
worshiping furnaces
cores of stars
hydrogen eaters
helium floaters
casting nets
into a sea of glitter
our daily catch
of expiring illumination
traveling ever further out
away from man's indwelling
brilliance
that of a Sacred Heart
Many people continue to sing about some world states captured by some powerful business people, and
leaders of World…
“State capture ruling system is not a made in Europe...”
Let us look in the history of
the world to understand the author of the states capture and the imitators of that system...
As author of
some published books and other which are not published...
Years ago some dark “Black “powerful Emperors and Kings used to capture some territories in the world.
And imposed the captured leaders to do things according to their will and laws.
That was the
“Black Supremacy “
to mean the power of the black people to rule the World…
" The dominance of the black
nations in the World"
"The superiority of the dark peoples in the world."
" Many Europeans and North
Americans know about this."
So the Author of the state capture system and slavery are some powerful black” Dark” Emperors and Kings in BC.
February 01/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Blood - thirsty Agitators:
Their leader's imitators;
All the wild participants
With their slogans for drunk chants
And they all had pitch - Black pants:
The first thing Black Union grants
White's your doom just transparent,
One's white pant one's Death Warrant!
Thirst for fresh blood inherent,
One's bleeding corpse to parent
We're the Huge Elephants
For no business with crushed ants
What our legs do, too, to plants,
Out of their tips forcing rants
"Every new day never plans
Your big cannots to us " cans!".
The Imitators
He has worked in the garden of poetry
Forty years gone.
The soil is meagre and the plants are eaten
By boars, they applaud him with grunts.
To find the roots and transplant them on a page
Or in the garden of literature, is not easy.
The gardener is famed for his genius or a charlatan
Of rose bushes.
Truth rears its ugly head, there are doubters
Who will not be silent, he knows when his plant’s
Has been purloined.
Better than not be read at all.
Forgive intrusion in the fray
I'm making comments today
Tom's limericks, three
were cute as can be
But of Kim and Jack, I must say.....
We all know how well Kim can write
She graces each page of the site
But limerick queen
Jan is a machine
There's no cause to argue or fight (all done in fun)
Limerick's have a syllable count
Ya can't use just any ol amount
Jack uses too many
His words aplenty
It's a problem he must surmount
It's the same with Shakespeare's sonnet
No matter whose name is on it
There's one Scotland Yard
And only one Bard
No imitators, doggone it
Don't get stalled with rhyme and meter
Sometimes prose can read much sweeter
Write what's in your heart
Poetry is art
Pick up your pen and don't teeter
No showdowns here; we're having fun
Put away your slingshot and gun
Not calling the law
Just havin' a jaw
Don't run me out of town...I'm done
What is a gemstone?
It’s a chapter of Mother Earth’s autobiography.
She bakes her creations deep within her womb;
by the time they leave the nest,
they are her beautiful memories.
Some gems are painters;
presenting life’s scenes;
they paint themselves scenic;
these imitators will become precious art works.
Some reflect the colors of light’s spectrum;
refracting light plays out in captivating scenes.
Others merely glow with colors of life;
they love to be displayed upon a stage of skin; complemented by like fashions.
Wear them as proudly as they wear you.
Love in its majesty and spendour
Visits hearts kind and unkind
Waxing her odour and ardour
To help the love-lost to find
Little spaces, loving faces
Enamoured enough
To rise from surfaces
Where disappointment tough and rough
Lampoons discomfiture
Inflicted in the name
Of a culture whose stricture
Makes the lost lame
With heartbreaks
Torrents of tears
Ruing mistakes
Made as fears
Sprang on the lost the illusion
Baked in their soft centre
In reaction to the disaffection and delusion
That feelings may never enter
Into contests
Where the ruthless inflict maximum pain
Under pretexts
A go at love in the main
Signifies a journey on the back of futility
Backed up by contrary advice
Veering towards the volatility
Love tags along in every slice
Love snaps on suitors
Mad
Enough to pose as imitators
Of sad
Hearts that cried
Once smitten
To the core when they tried
To tame love forgotten
Into the dustbin of history
Replete with burnt fingers
Whose mixed blessing story
Singe many Cupid singers.
Flash carefull of the dark i'm here forever
Malifecent imitators,now here,nevermore
Prudently need reed to stop, heart's weak
Land repeatedly emerge...memories bind
Green eyes once dared to love abidingly
Polyphony, Sonata, to thought the mind
To pupil the heart, affairs billions, for you
Never a note misspelled voice of nature
Gained blood shed soil hailed and meant
Lords house is all around right we belong
Exhale enhale live don't surrender I never
Blues green white and yellow flatter grey
However everything revealed its telltale
06/05/2017
The apostle Paul here brings his word
addressing those seekers to follow God
speaking here with confidence and boldness
living the life of God he will plod
Paul here shows Christ's approval of him
for he calls all that to God profess
to indeed walk keenly in his steps
for Christ's approval they should confess
The apostle himself shows his faith
for to please the Christ is his aim
so he points others to likewise direction
that they follow with similar flame
His exhortation comes from a full heart
telling his followers to also follow
keenly towards the ever living Christ
for that road brings no sorrow
So indeed heed Paul's true word
make it your absolute inward desire
to go after Christ for evermore
proving yourself with godly fire
('Be imitators of me, as I am of Christ.') 1 Corinthians ch. 11 v. 1 (ESV)
All the gym's a stage
And all the pale boys merely players;
Unconvincing ones, too.
At the theatre entrance
I part with pride
For a curious form of Vaudeville.
The maxims of inertia invert.
No longer are the masters
Of the ruling class.
To make up for their deficit,
They perform:
Cackle, strut, and prance disgustingly,
Strive insensitively to sound “street,”
To be street.
(Street actors.)
It must be black magic
To float over concrete,
To steer balls
Into circles.
Audience: the girls and I,
But especially
The dark magicians themselves,
Who either sponsor their imitators,
Or disapprove and sneer.
Cheated of my cash again,
I hurry backstage
And recognize the actors
Without their costumes,
Sporting familiarity: Hollister, Jansport, Abercrombie.
The bell rings; they exit;
The shoe polish
Washes off their faces;
They morph
Into rich white boys
Once more.
John Styth Pemberton, do you know what you have done?
You invented something that is popular with everyone.
You occupation was as an Atlanta apothecary.
Whatever you cooked up in your kettle seemed contrary.
Fans of one of your recipes became a plethora.
However, none of them knows the exact formula.
What was intended as a medicine for the head,
became popular as a soft drink beverage instead.
What you were looking for was a cure for headaches.
What a strange path destiny sometimes takes.
In all the lands where different flags are unfurled,
your product can be found anywhere in the world.
It is a brown syrup with coca and cola nut extract.
Other imitators would soon get into the act.
People do not drink cola all of the time.
That is why there are beverages of lemon and lime.
Soft drinks of many other flavors exist.
The numbers of them make a very long list.
Among many fans, your product is number one.
The spot at the top will never be undone.
Worshippers of the shallow, whorish Hollywood stars
Imitators of the gangster rapper’s hateful raves
They drive small vibrating Japanese cars, with big tailpipes
Unconscious to reality, caught in the dropout’s trance
Fatherless children stumbling behind cell phoned welfare queens
Products of rainbow partying, painted teenage hookers
The indiscriminate lives of the mindless bobble head
In an endless ear phoned zombie nod, to the loser’s tune
Observe closely my fellow self centered Baby Boomers
Watch and you will learn my materialistic X-Gens
For these out of mind and sight products of pure decadence
Will one day hold the future in their pierced and tattooed hands
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