As the Sun begins to set
Darkness creeps in, and yet
There remains a magical feeling
About which at present nature is dealing
The blue Sky gradually disappearing
As the night is patiently gearing
To bring in the black dark night
And surround us all until daylight
The white puffball clouds now disintegrate
Before our eyes the dark will infiltrate
Our minds our souls for a brief while
As in, the field, disappears the Stile
Covered now beneath the shroud
Of night now coming in calling out loud
In the foreground proudly standing still
The bushes whispering in the gentle winds chill
They will still be there tomorrow morn
Are they bushes or ears of corn?
Hard to tell in the sad dim light
As nature settles down for the night
Eventually when all the blue Sky has gone
The sound of night Owls will linger on
A silent solitude will reign
Until morning comes again
Let's not lose our lunch
or get our undies in a bunch
when apprised of
all those male vicars
compelled to infiltrate
choirboys' knickers
they may think it jolly
but I believe
they're off their trolley
at best they're jesters
at worst molesters
within the hierarchy
no matter what ranking
deserving of more than
just a damn good spanking
indeed why not weed them out
and of all the unkindest cuts
below the belt
relieve them of their nuts
There’s an outbreak of a bad disease
Right in my neighborhood,
My zip code being one they’ve named
And that just isn’t good.
It’s spread when there’s bacteria
In cooling towers, where
They infiltrate and form a mist
That’s sent into the air.
If places are identified,
Which testing can decide,
A disinfecting protocol
Can peace of mind provide.
As numbers of the sick increase
(And treatment seems to work),
I glance at buildings, wondering
If that’s where germs may lurk.
.
it'd be
edvard over
hunch'd
in hiz studio
at hiz deskiz
tap tap
tap
tap'n away
frenetically
'til
well
'til
mine think stops
thuh
tick tick'lin
tick
think's interpolate
infiltrate
invade
Who am I? Becoming? Who is that, she'll be.
The dragon slept... And also wept, hid herself from the party filled with tea.
Far away in her cave, brewing firey in depths.
Stewing and chewing on her mistakes and spitting out the pips of empty threats.
Emerging again, as you, as new.
A familiar dragon song, plaguing her mind and ringing again, loudly too.
The attacker, the observer, the tourist attraction, the hidden power... Which one was she choosing and could it be all?
Or none of those...
The guidance.
Behind the scenes, wisdom shared.
Could her wingspan encompass all and guide from behind?
The scenes, the circumstance, the trap of their minds...
The biggest of fantasy, monsters and magic need rest.
Sometimes a reminder of this from the hidden who once flew openly above their villages...
May encourage peace to infiltrate into to their nests.
The scariest and most unpredictable, with the brightest of lights...
Emerging as the understander and encourager of those who can no longer stay out of sight...
Listen to the whispers, before you must hide.
The Kingdom of God is the living Manifestation of Destiny
The Kingdom of God Never Collapses
Its source is not from Earth
Never choose the earth as your source
Never choose your job as your source
You have work as given by the Lord
As you grow, remember that
The Kingdom of God is your Source
God the Father is your Source
The Kingdom of God turns things upside down
The Kingdom of God is uniquely different from the world’s standard
The Kingdom of God is the specialist without equal!
The Kingdom of God is immune to any counter-measures
The Kingdom of God can extract any secret!
The Kingdom of God can infiltrate any organization!
The Kingdom of God is the living Manifestation of Destiny and
The Kingdom of God has made YOU its mission!
God’s Government came to earth
He sent a representative—He sent HIS OWN SON
By sending HIS SON—HE sent HIS KINGDOM
The Kingdom of God has made YOU its mission!
Bless Jesus, the Son of the Living God
Mark Frank
Copyright 2026
Kindred Spirit
Mirrored reflections ingrained in our fate ,
Her thoughts shining inward designed to sedate ,
Heart beats sings softly with thunderous tunes,
Storms infiltrate morning as we strive to assume,
Relentless intentions meant to keep us immune,
We stare at the full moon it’s light our cocoon.
So travel so softly & reach for the stars ,
Our fiercest intentions as viewed from afar ,
The timely demise of what we hold dear ,
We look to the cosmos to explain all our fears.
God’s ongoing redemption of our actions & cost ,
We pray to recover all that’s been lost.
©2025AlanShapiro - all rights reserved
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Jesus the Genius
Humble, Powerful, and All-Sufficien
The brilliance of Jesus can never be destroyed.
He is still working in the 21st century.
He is still saving lives and doing miracles.
He is present for anyone who calls on Him.
The genius of Jesus can never be destroyed.
His words will live on forevermore.
His deeds will infiltrate any organization.
His passion will deviate from any ritual.
He is the man of the moment, and He will not be stopped.
He will visit any place because of His unique grace.
Death could not defeat Jesus.
He remains the GENIUS for everyone to SEE.
The magnitude of the Lord’s fire should never be forgotten!
If you call on Him, He will take you higher.
Jesus is a genius; Jesus is the Specialist.
History has not quenched His power, and
The problems in life can be touched by a genius
Simply because Jesus is the Specialist!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
like scene in an old cinema
they expect me to let down my guard
to let my fort infiltrate by their soldiers
and execute me like a witch on the holy ground
and if i found someone to count stars with
then i'm to be crushed by your stones?
if i stand up for my belief
if i stand up against a liar
if i stand up against a cheater
if i seek explanation from him
to clear the gray haze that he brought upon me
they imposed the title of "mad woman" upon me
colors are a merry mirage
i speak words true in this hearing before you
sky color is not permanent
leaves color is not permanent
your pink painted sky turned gray again
and leaves green lost their color in fall
As the dark world starts to waken
you can almost hear the symphony of color
that floods the sky as the sun begins to rise
As the dawn breaks, the world begins
to wake up from the sleep of darkness
the birds sing their morning songs,
the people begin to make many sounds
as they awake and start their routines
It almost sounds like a full orchestra as
noises infiltrate the day, become louder
as the light becomes brighter and turns
into the cacophony of life
The day has begun as the beautiful
symphony of life plays it song
I stopped - quietened my breath
to a merest ration of air
so as to isolate
the sound I heard coming
from where two glowing eyes
peered out of the dark.
It was as if a fear
had found a form to possess
and from a distance
observe me to find
an opening
through which to enter.
Reason had me pulling
the moment apart
to see what would fit
a name and thus trap
the unexplained
in a cage of fact.
But whatever it was
had quietly disappeared
and left me there
uneasy, troubled by the notion
that it had found a way
to infiltrate air.
Your Future is God’s past
The Kingdom of God is the living Manifestation of Destiny
Stay the course because your future is God’s past
Cast your burdens upon him because he cares for you
Do not fear because he will finish your task Purpose
You belong with Him because your life resonates through Eternity
The Kingdom of God turns things upside down to protect His purpose for your life
The Kingdom of God is uniquely different from the world’s standard
The Kingdom of God is a specialist without equal!
The Kingdom of God is immune to any counter-measures
The Kingdom of God can extract any secret!
The Kingdom of God can infiltrate any organization!
The Kingdom of God is the living Manifestation of Destiny and
The Kingdom of God has made YOU its Mission!
Stay the course because your future is God’s past
Cast your burdens upon him because he cares for you
Do not fear because he will finish your purpose
The Kingdom of God is the living Manifestation of Destiny
Reflection is a powerful thing,
Nothing can stay hidden ,
As it stares back through your own eyes into the very core of things.
It will bring you to your knees.
It will strip away all vanity,
All illusion,
All avoidance,
All fear.
Drink from it.
Soak it all in.
Allow it to infiltrate the deepest darkest aspects of your being.
Stay with it,
As much as you might want to turn away,
Create distance,
Distract yourself.
Do not break the potency of this stare.
If it gets intense,
Gaze longer,
Further,
Your senses heightened,
No longer as you remember them.
Let everything dissolve around you,
Until nothing remains.
Just you and your reflection.
The beginning and the end.
The source and the creation.
The witness and the participant.
The actor and the stage.
The infinite dance.
The rain it pelts
The lightning crashes
A shadowy figure
Through streetlight dashes
The strangers meet
The wine is poured
To infiltrate
The secrets stored
The army man
The cook, the nurse
Field questions deep
Without rehearse
To crack the code.
To solve the crime.
Complete the task
Pre coffee-time
This desperate crew
This shady bunch
Explore, unblinking
Every hunch
Accusatory
Fists they slam!
"Rice pudding?" Please.
"A blob of jam?"
The time bomb ticks
Suspicions linger
The awful truth
Of pointy finger
A crime of lust?
Inheritance gain?
The washing-up
Will still remain..
At last conclude.
The mortal sin
Has been revealed
The verdict's in
A lover's tiff.
A desperate heart.
But love enhanced
As friends depart
We all agree..
Despite the rain
To murder is fun
Let's do this again
The World's 'One Day Wonders,' 'the' is borrowed
it's an article, they are transmitting
a way of thinking, theirs--much rather showed
--be their forte. What's that word, sort of, goad
people? I did say 'theirs', way of thinking.
There has been someone who creates a scene.
It's sort of their job, naught that they're been paid
for their services, but they are quite keen
at what they do. An elaborate screen,
an opportunists, hated for their trade.
A puppeteer, user, trash disposal,
all necessities, their operations
to be prosperous. They will finagle
and infiltrate, and if they're successful,
establish themselves in your foundations.
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