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Unexpected or Unwanted
There arrival were always unexpected
With a string of curses never too far behind,
From the host, feeling particularly dejected,
Yet who’s always been able to have them wined,
And out the door without feeling affected.
With all that said they were quite kind,
Just chatty,
Simply put, they said anything in their mind,
Even so, they were never ratty,
But sometimes they were quite opined.
There visits were always quick,
They came, they laughed, they left,
And when they finally left it appeared to some as a trick,
Yet, alas, they were not that deft,
For something quite so sick.
The conversations were always filled with the same useless chatter,
Filled with their bottomless fake promises,
Where they reminisced on the days that we’re better,
Without ever asking themselves what that accomplishes,
And before you’re able to say see you next time they scatter.
(Quintain/Sicilian)
10/14/2021
Referring to something beneath of all else,
the subtle hidden divine unity dwells.
The effect of something without explicit in itself,
laws of nature in non entities by herself.
Grounded beneath quantum underlying reality,
making the multiverse individuality explanatory.
Mathematic formulation in that frame are non deterministic,
leaving always the universe in state of mystic.
Theories are just thoughts spinning per individuality,
for the observer is the observed reality.
Meaning that the outcome by any measure is uncertainty,
only giving probabilities with determinism observable quantities.
Hidden reality beneath quantum mechanics is fundamental,
implicating order in dualism of mind and matter very gentle.
Folding and unfolding times in variable spectrums,
involutions towards matter intentions.
Non physical mental phenomena in respect,
intuitions throughout the living force detect.
Life in time and its death division,
separation is the separate and not a decision.
Time and space are the mental refurbishes,
carbon under pressure to diamond accomplishes.
To the ancient Norse he was Kraken
With a mean inclination,
And the Greeks called him Gorgon
With the same reputation.
But as monster of myths
He's been wrongly miscast,
So I'm here to shed new light
On this poor creature, at last.
An exemplary example
Of his cephalopod race,
With a blob of a body,
The merest trace of a face.
He has eight arms, or legs,
But no fingers or toes,
No waistline or shoulders,
No eyebrows or nose.
He can fly through the water
With the greatest of ease,
And accomplishes it sans
Catapult or trapeze.
When danger confronts him,
He's off in a blink,
And disappears in a cloud
Of stinky black ink.
Octobabies leave home
When the mother gives birth
To be part of the food chain,
Which is no cause for mirth.
Octodads show affection
With indifferent tugs,
But at mealtime they can be
Overly generous with hugs.
The octopus likes his comfort
And prefers to make his home
In more exotically aquatic locales.
It's not unheard of for some,
Who want to see more of the world,
To drift away from their natural venue,
Only sadly to get caught in a fisherman's net
And end up on a sushi bar menu.
At Christmas he's resigned
To passing out gifts,
Though as helper elf his head's too big
To put a hat upon.
And like the squid and the manta,
He can never play Santa
'cause he has no lap
To be sat upon.
Injustice, corrupted, barbaric laws
Created and put into place for coloured men
A policy that is crocked and bent from ancient times
Policies and Procedures in place to justify the wrongdoings of privileged men
Another form of captivity to eradicate and eliminate a human race
There’s no such justice for coloured men
Laws were created only for the privileged men
Their actions no matter how barbaric or cruel there are,
Are justified by ancient and new-age laws
There is no justice for the coloured man
Every law was written to aid, justify and support privileged men
Thank the Creator for Heavenly laws that outweigh all Earthly laws
Rules and regulations designed and put into place
For all earthly gods to abide by and follow
If Yah says, Yes no man can say, No
For his report and word accomplishes what it’s meant to do
Earthly laws were not created for the coloured man
But were put into place to justify and aid privileged men
The only justice that aids and supports
A coloured race is Godly laws that are fair and just
Thank you, Father, for interceding for all coloured people
In these violent and horrific times.
February 8 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 22-23
Key Verse – Leviticus 22:21 And whosoever offereth a sacrifice of peace offerings unto the LORD to accomplish his vow, or a freewill offering in beeves or sheep, it shall be perfect to be accepted; there shall be no blemish therein.
HEART THAT ACCOMPLISHES VOWS UNTO THE LORD
Our heart accomplishes vows to the Lord along our Biblical training
As He accompanies us with His supreme reigning
Never leaving us; but driving us toward faith-gaining
Keeping us guarded from worldly dining.
Our heart accomplishes vows to the Lord along our sincere striving
As He helps us with His spiritual moving
Never forsaking us; but pulling us toward trust-thriving
Keeping us protected from vain cleaving.
Our heart accomplishes vows to the Lord along our quiet resting
As He refreshes us with His peaceful assisting
Never dropping us; but carrying us toward strength-hasting
Keeping us defended from carnal feasting.
Our heart accomplishes vows to the Lord along our mission-going
As He propels us with His gracious doing
Never refusing us; but bringing us toward goodness-bestowing
Keeping us guided from humanistic blowing.
Our heart accomplishes vows to the Lord along our struggling
As He upholds us with His caring cradling
Never abandoning us; but leading us toward sincere humbling
Keeping us hedged from destructive meddling.
Our heart accomplishes vows to the Lord along our languishing
As He cheers us with His heavenly vanquishing and pushing
Never neglecting us; but prodding us toward provision-replenishing
Keeping us covered from deceptive furnishing.
Our heart accomplishes vows to the Lord along our persevering
As He provokes us with His divine providence by His saving
Never harming us; but assuring us pardon of complete forgiving
Keeping us cleansed from guilt while we are honestly serving.
February 8, 2026
The climate of planet earth has always been in a constant state of change, but modern science seems to have discovered a pattern of transformation that is very disturbing. Such revelations enable them to predict changes that will occur based on conditions that we mortals have created or have been a great contributor. Whether caused by natural processes over time or due to the reckless greed of mankind matters little, but the bigger question is whether or not we can effect a change, or is it really inevitable that we are ecologically and realistically doomed to annihilation. For at least half to three-quarters of my life, the government and the popular media have given me endless scenarios of, not possible but most probable catastrophic outcomes barring some drastic altering of mankind's current way of life. The kind of climate change that they foresee engenders a wildly ballistic mentality of anticipated pain and lasting misery of yet unheard of proportions, and it has the feel of a movie whose director and producer are prepared for mad dashes to high hills, mountain tops, and cave dwelling as the borders of southern Oregan clear across the Rockies and northern states become mere icepacks and freezer zones. The entire state of California will break away along the High Sierras and slide into the Pacific. Massive earth quakes, tsunamis, ice caps, floods, mud slides, forest fires, massive power outages, regional droughts, tornadoes, and hurricanes will as if having a mind of their own form a treaty to create a perfect storm in the northern hemisphere. Like the wild animals of the jungle and beasts of the wilderness, mankind's only feat will be to survive in an environment where the reasoning and rationalizing ability have been exchanged for a chaotic world of anarchistic instinct. *It is said that the locust does not have a king, yet they travel in bands. I do not look forward to a time when the locust accomplishes more in a leaderless state than we humans will. We will not be unified but disconnected as we slowly drift into a planetary abyss after pounding each other into the dust from which we came. Need I say more about how long this distructive condition will last? I know. So much doom and gloom....but I have too much to declare.
06042017PSContest, The Bleaker The Better, Julia Ward; Proverbs30:27*, NA
Paternal Link Forfeited And Forsaken!
Irreparable father/daughter bond,
particularly with eldest an ache
that reinforces inadequacy,
keeps yours truly awake,
more so now versus
countless years elapsed,
when cherished bond did break
since ample hours prevail,
while said progeny
(i.e. star student) diligently accomplishes,
successful swansong swimmingly
freestyle with her (man) drake
near perfect match, who will never
induce emotional earthquake,
perhaps most readers would
write me off as a flake,
whose offspring (averred
same one) understandably
discarded every keepsake
from this papa, who reckons
this boomerang fallout,
finds me gasping for air as if
drowning in a murky lake
and airs woe, which crimps
self assessment make
king (mentally revisiting trysts),
an irreversible mistake
promulgating additional regret
atop how I did muckrake
a chunk of existence,
without revealing namesake
of responsive gals, whose
memory of concupiscence,
which might be dulled and opaque
I hold myself myself totally culpable
enduring (just dessert -
yeah....actually cake)
since impetus emanated squarely
on these slumped shoulders
torturous punishment doth rake
hot coals over blistering soul
some days...not caring
if aye live or die
although deliberate demise, would shake
into bajillion jagged fractures,
the mental health of youngest
(no matters rarely sees her
papa...professes unbreak
cobble love (undeserved),
thus asper daily effort
to expunge grievousness
self inflicted, which
nobody can unmake...
(also upon spousal) hurt
I reckon...my "FAKE"
short lived Casanova days
will keep this bloke wide awake
even after gratefully dead.
Matthew 10:31 “Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.”
While hearts long for the music of light,
breaking through the silence, frail – discerning
the meaning of grace far truer, grace upon grace
grace for the soul who lingers in despair,
grief poured over her spirit by the winds who dare
to remember the suffering of death, of doubt
of all those things that leave the beautiful mist,
a hazy heaven, where night complains
of the shadows who dread the day, the way
through the wounds, the anguish, the quiet misery
who stills the air, breathing heartache
in a million pieces of what it means to see
beyond the skies, beyond the need, beyond the pain
through those satin skies, who reveal to the soul
a spiritual insight, a meaning, a faith
that is more alive than any heart can know
While I pray for healing, for the moment
God sees beneath the pain, beyond the intentions
of my prayers, my praise…
into the silence who reminds me – in the stillness
where I rest my spirit and feel, in His presence,
the meaning of my life – His promise, His sacrifice
the edge of a gentle embrace where I see Him,
listening to my prayers, - He says ask and I ask
He says I will have all I need, because in Him,
I grasp the meaning of contentment, appreciate
the love that senses, comprehends, accomplishes
in me – a blessing that is beyond my imagining,
a blessing of grace, faith, peace – love that abides
so, forever, I’m with the One who gave me life,
the One who has always been by my side,
the One who died and came back to life,
the One who guides me to that heavenly home,
where I’ll meet the song who has always been singing
deep down in my soul, the song of His presence,
pouring out light through my veins, through my notes
into the wonder of a joy that tells me I have a hope –
throughout eternity, I’ll forever know…
the meaning of love is this song that sings on
through every whisper, through every sigh,
a song that breathes – God’s expression of light
softly playing in each stanza of grace and mercy,
providing all the love and peace my heart can bear,
love this amazing is love that I’ll keep praising…
I’ll keep praising! Eternally praising!!!
Slowpokes
Written: by Miracle Man
11-5-2019
My wife isn’t one to just sit and piddle,
She cares about others and is always on the go.
She’s forever busy but accomplishes little,
Saying “where this day’s gone I do not know.”
She’s always saying “I’ve gotta get it in gear,”
But I’ve learned my “sweetie” only has one speed.
When we leave the house she brings up the rear,
And “waste not, want not” has been her creed.
Most things in my life I have done posthaste,
Now it seems that age has filched this touch.
Twas never my nature just to let time waste,
Fast is now slow, and I too, don’t achieve much.
When we were children, he played half a part in growing.
He was always sure of himself, forever knowing
that if he worked hard, and devoted himself for us,
he would be sure to provide a life that’s fabulous.
There’s one Sunday in June that to all of us is dear.
However, we should honor him every day this year.
The man may be a lifesaver as a physician,
or hold any other quite important position.
He may be in government as a politician,
or keeping all records straight as a statistician.
Whatever may be his life’s goal, or his vocation,
we’re sure to owe him great amounts of admiration.
He may negotiate until a deal has been struck.
He is a Teamster’s Union member driving a truck,
or in a Chinese restaurant cooking Peking Duck.
To have him for a father, we have all been in luck.
Whatever he does or accomplishes in living,
he has been a great father, and he keeps on giving.
So if it applies to you men, here is what I’ll say:
I wish all of you the happiest of Father’s Day.