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In the garden of life, amidst the noise and haste, There lies a beauty that often goes to waste, The short lived moments, the whispers in the wind, It’s in the little things that true joy is pinned.
Appreciation blooms in fields of gratitude,
A gentle reminder of life’s magnitude.
A smile exchanged, a helping hand extended, In these simple acts, love is splendid.
The laughter of a child, the warmth of the sun, The melody of birds when the day is done.
In the grandure of life, these notes so small, Hold the power to uplift and capture
us all.
Lets not overlook the treasures at our feet, For in appreciating the little things, our hearts meet.
In every moment, a blessing can be caught,
For it’s in these little things that true beauty is sought.
The church today seems so weak
as the bible isn't giving it's authorative place
so many watering down it's voice
making the gospel's message cheap grace
Maybe so many conversions aren't that
they've confessed Christ but not lived as Christ
the church have accepted their profession
but the consequences are heavily priced
These false professions of faith
have entered in become a member
risen even to high leadership
think of Judas himself need we remember
How can the unconverted live as Christ?
Jesus said you'll know them by their fruit
so we need to closely check each believer
to see what bud is at their root
Do they truly love Christ?
are they fervent in prayer and holiness
studying the word for God's approval
displaying the Holy Spirit's fruitfulness?
As the unconverted are treated
like a converted believer
so the church acts like the world
unable to stop this infected fever
The remedy is to fall under God's
authorative inerrant infallible biblical canon
never be ashamed of this body of divinity
for it will remain after the world is gone
Earthly Reality
The day silently journey toward anonymity with eyes wide awake
while a plethora of resolute flora thrives in a remote wilderness
Sacred sanctuary surreptitiously shelters slithering startled snake
as teardrops shaped raindrops inundate crops with earnestness
Moonlight ascend unfettered diffusing a dazzling gloss at its wake
illuminates silhouettes of grieving spirits drowning in emptiness
Noble acts of love could nurture even the tiniest forlorn snowflake
capable in igniting that dimming sparkle of human virtuousness
08/19/2023
Aboard Vision of the Seas,
cruising towards Bermuda
Y'all know that I'm rich, n' I live from day to day
Don't mind the spirits, they do for me in work n' in play
Look at you expecting like I have something to say
Desperate acts reflecting, there will be hell to pay
Fear of life, lust for life, divided by the hunt n'the kill
N' if you don't get yours, maybe your sister will
Several reasons to die with just as many thrills
This be the rock for rolling, Small Circles, Big Wheels
Daily work, dirty work. All one and the same
I must have the meaningful of every single day. Every single day
I stand in grace with Cohen, wi'Bob, John, Lou and with Neil
That's not a trumpet blowing, no, it's just the way that I feel
From the early morning until the stars are revealed
This be the rock for rolling, Small Circles, Big Wheels
Daily work, dirty work. All one and the same
I must have the meaningful of every single day. Every single day
This throw y'down, pick y'up, ears ringin', leaves y'swingin' on y'heels
This be the rock for rolling, Small Circles, Big Wheels
If life itself does have no meaning
Pray, tell me, does justice need to come from the divine
From that power which is still mystifying
From that power which is still in the process of being philosophized
Why, see you, I believe that justice should come from ourselves
Following the standards we have set ourselves
Based on a set of moral values
Based on the laws of all societies
Of course, we do have to pray for justice
Of course, we do have to let the heavens do their part
But what of the demoniac nature of man
That which causes him to have always evil prevailing in this land
What to make of such a man, if not to show him justice
Is it not said that humanity is made of two sides
One side shines with light, while the other ones rejoices in being sinful
Pray, what to make of such an evil man, if not to show him instant justice
Some do, in all sorts of evil acts, take pride
Others do see in those acts, something so beautiful
Pity I these people for they are made of blindness
Pretending to be followers of the Great One, they do find joy in sinful activities
So, justice does be for me, whatever does will the moral standards
Indeed, justice does be for me, the victory of truth
Yes, justice does be for me, humanity, living side by side, in peace
Justice, does be for me, constant and stable happiness
Justice does be for me, the vanquishing of those inner demons
Those that make us, to sins, so prone
Justice does be for me, the way life reminds us all that God does be somewhere
Even if He does seem to be always absent and even inexistent
Justice does be for me, the proof of my muse's love for me
My muse, my God, my angel, the one giving me company
Justice does be, the paths He does clear
Justice does be, the tears He does dry
Justice does be the way He keeps me smiling
Even when the rain is pelting or the desert remains all dry
Justice does be the look scary snakes do give me
When they try to bite me but cannot, for my heart beats to the rhythms of the sky!
Justice,
Divine peace
Human intervention
Justice, the only way to find in this world, peace!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
5 September 2015
For Contest Justice
Sponsored by Tammy Reams
September 5 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 1-4
Key Verse – Matthew 1: 23Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, And they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY EVER-PRESENT EMMANUEL
Lord God, You are my ever-present Emmanuel,
along Your acts, revealed by the Holy Ghost
Thank You for saving me from sins’ condemning host
And still raising me as Your child within Your nurturing post…
Indeed, I honour You that You had me rescued against being eternally lost.
Lord God, You are my ever-present Emmanuel,
along Your wise plan
Thank You for finding me out from false religion’s clan
And still filling me with Your provisions as a blessed woman…
Indeed, I serve You, since it is only by Your power that I can.
Lord God, You are my ever-present Emmanuel,
along Your divine treasures
Thank You for enriching with Your spiritual promise that assures
And still taking me out from wickedness’ pressures…
Indeed, I praise You while I dwell in Your will’s pleasures.
Lord God, You are my ever-present Emmanuel,
along Your Word of biblical preaching
Thank You for enabling me to learn from Your Scriptures’ teaching
And still beseeching me with Your mercies-stretching…
Indeed, I worship You, privileged to involve in Your kingdom’s outreaching.
Lord God, You are my ever-present Emmanuel,
along Your constant goodness
Thank You for purging me from sinfulness
And still sanctifying me as I repent against wickedness…
Indeed, I trust You as I dwell in Your lovingkindness.
Lord God, You are my ever-present Emmanuel,
along Your bountiful compassion
Thank You for setting me toward character-perfection
And still transforming me by Your virtuous restoration…
Indeed, I need You as I live for Your glory with Your provision.
Lord God, You are my ever-present Emmanuel,
along Your Word of fulfilling might
Thank You for refreshing me with Your truth and right
And still strengthening me against weakness-blight…
Indeed, I exalt You, in the soaring of my faith-flight.
September 5, 2023
On midday, hot and muggy, at near nineties,
A young man, possibly late twenties,
Had been seating on a town bench,
I sat on the empty one next to stench,
At that point, I realized he was homeless,
Just a tad later, the realization of coolness,
Rears its ugly self after an act of kindness,
I handed him a $1 burger from McDonald's,
He took it and "Did it looked like I proposed?" (he actually said "needed it", I purposed to effect rhyme)
Proceeded to sink his teeth into it, when I,
"I never question my heart in acts of no sight,"
"Meaning blindly, for when it speaks, I listen,"
"As the heart has a better than 20/20 vision,"
To that end, he gulped in record time, traces,
Gone, a pharmacy bag seen, he challenges,
"You trust drugs in your body,", and I, "It balances,"
"A comfortable life than not, but millions needed,"
"Had died during the Spanish flu, many pleaded,"
"Until the simple discovery of Aspirins, go figure?"
And he did, several benches away, like I, "Go figure?"
Ah! The life of the unemployed, healthy with attitude,
Confessing to brief breeze for more, pity, healthy dude,
Can hop, skip, and jump through hoops--like any dog,
To greener pasture--thanks to his efforts, ah! People jog.
2019 September 09
What’s happening on the street where we live
Seems same old, same old, feral instincts reign
Self-serving souls, not too eager to give
Distanced from love, trauma bonding with pain
Street smart, double entendre acts and speech
Each in stupor, like a dead man walking
Unwilling to learn but eager to teach
Oblivious to dark cravings stalking
As body does age, soul becomes not sage
Erst habit patterns, heart bind and confine
With demons self-created, war we wage
Unwilling with love, head and heart align
Reincarnated on earth, time and again
God’s gift of life frittered away in vain
07-September-2021
The Avenue Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
There was a plethora of magical cats in Marla’s magic hat.
She concealed two of them from the regular populace.
The naysayers, doubters, and the ones on the fence.
Knowing they could not handle Turquoise who was outrageous.
Turquoise is a tabby who materialized or rather transmogrified.
Appearing on a Saturday six years ago in June. She watched him do it.
Not only does he speak English, he speaks sailor, his words are blue.
Luckily, he is not fond of children, and hides when they are afoot.
Turquoise has a mini cat named Goofball who sits on his purple hat.
Goofball does not speak to Marla directly; Turquoise interprets.
Sometimes she wonders if he is making the gobbly gook up.
Turquoise acts as her muse, enticing her to do outrageous things.
Thanks to his influence, she has six tattoos, and her hair is two-toned.
She wears vintage steampunk clothes, and she takes no guff off anyone.
Marla was shy and dull before Turquoise arrived in her apartment.
She is outrageously outgoing now, grateful to him for her new journey.
I will jerk and jump over them like a whirlwind
I will blow away my horse up on them and will mingle them into dust
I will set fire and burn their flag of miscreant
heat and combustion will burn their house
in the fire given by your son.
Ego of them will burn to ashes when it burns
O Mom, give me your blessings these to earns
my blood is boiling fast and fast in anger
it is extreme, like the thunder
please make me ready for war, please mom.
The mother loses eyesight tears flowed down her cheeks
she wrapped her son around her chest and kissed
she feels to be proud of her son's thoughts like this
says yes Khokon my son you must keep your promise.
Peoples today lost their humanity, bloods are flowing
thousand of lives dies in their nasty acts, such a situation ongoing
yes my son go fast go to war field the lamp to lit
run your horse run fast such a human race to built.