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Where do I go from here Jehovah. I have tried and I have not succeed. I did what
you have adviced and failed. I have followed your exampled, and instead I was
ostracized. You have seen my affliction, and you heard my out cried. I am wobbling
in a pit of excrement, and where is my rope. I have done nothing wrong again,and I
am being slaughtered. You have seen the two side on the coin, and why sweet
Jehovah you have not save me. Why per long this saga when every story has an
ending. Why make bad people look righteous, and good people look wicked. I have
beseeched you on matters and I have groped for your advice, and I have follow
them. Then where is my victory, you are "Jehovah God of Army" ,and I have lost the
war.
I drag my faith and hope like chains behind me ,
Because of constant tests and through ever looming darkness they grow heavy,
They cut deeply as others try breaking them .
I shall At no point ,in this life allow them to be shed .
This description is honest
‘the protection of faith and not giving in to the wickedness ‘a real thing also .
‘Day by day this faith is tested in ways I thought only the nonsense of an over active imagination could picture ‘or the plot of an Orwellian movie might swing .
Day by day I question the absence of human reasoning and why sanity is staying away or forsaken this world altogether.
Night by night I pray for the powers of goodnesses to sweep away the many human wrapped Demons of our current worlds affliction.
Dawn by Dawn I rise up ,
give my thanks to Mrs and Mr god and then continue on ,
Gratefully dragging my chains behind me .
A flower blooms beauty in the prime of spring
Dances as a dainty ballerina in the amorous air
Enters many enthralled hearts that solely sing
For her to dance to their tune with luring flair.
To her sensuous surrealist world she takes them
Their minds floating mesmerized in ecstatic air
Adulation plucks the flower from the drying stem
Youth wilts with passing years, she does not care.
Time plays with her lonely life the unkind game
She falls from the heights of admiration and grace
Gnawing apathy, an infliction she could not tame
Arc light fades as obscurity pervades to embrace.
Flower of her gleaming youth flashes on her face
She dances to the flitting rhythm of her swan song
Blaze of the last dance makes the stage a fireplace
She burns the affliction that agonized her for so long.
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April 12, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
In my darkest times I yearn to bleed,
It’s what I need for this hate to be freed,
One slow gentle cut just enough to shut -
Out the pressure inside from which I’m desperate to hide.
Just a trickle of blood that feels like a flood,
A tsunami of hymns bleeding my sins,
It’s a silent addiction,
A poetic affliction,
Just a nick here and there,
It’s not like anyone cares,
One slow gentle cut just enough to shut-
out the voices I hear that fill me with fear,
Just to feel the release of that beautiful peace,
Just the smallest of cuts,
Just to deal with this crux.
I’ve tried and I’ve prayed but these feelings won’t fade,
I’ve ran out of options all I’ve left is this blade,
Don’t judge me don’t sneer,
Unless you’ve been here your won’t know what it’s like,
It’s a hopeless fight,
One slow gentle cut just enough to free -
all this hate inside that’s killing me.
So where's our lauded critical thinking, wisdom of the ages,
When far at sea unbridled plastic pollution rages?
Two large patches of plastic debris
Are circling in the North Pacific sea.
The greatest minds of our day can't solve our drifting affliction,
Nor can they plan to rid us of our destructive plastic addiction.
While ecologists debate the issues watching with indignant ire,
The trash still forever spins in its garbage gyre.
It takes five hundred years for plastics to decompose,
When photodegradation breaks it down, no one really knows.
Microplastics inside marine life and the fish we eat,
May well mark our downfall and eternal defeat.
We humans are certainly subject to constant denial
But plastic microbes in our food is simply too vile.
Straws 'n spoons, bottles 'n caps, bags 'n toys turn into tiny pieces,
A wry laugh to think this is a fitting end for the human species.
Eight million metric tons of plastic trash go into the sea each year,
Rather than protecting us, it makes new pollutants that we so fear.
Our single use and dumping rules could be made to be sensible,
Instead it's confused discarding practices that are reprehensible.
No country can or will step up and take responsibility,
Our world sits back to see our oceans succumb to instability.
When or how will we rise up and solve this floating problem?
Is there anyone who can find a reasoned place to start from?
Or are we destined like our trash adrift in a sea abyss,
Waiting for some distant power to point to what we miss?
For solving this is no short-term task that we can do alone,
It calls for us to come together to save our planet home.
The Burning bridge of trust
What is your value
oh man of power
If you must kill to rule
Must we die cos you
Are on the staff of power
I thought we are suppose
To look up to your moral
But your actions proves non
The burning bridge of trust
Oh man why are you running
Were will you run to
Since you set your home
On fire
Were will you sleep
You cooked a bad food
For your people
And now they chose
to cook for you
Am sure you can't finish
This food
Cos is hotter than your
Throat
Now enjoy it.
The burning bridge of trust
You can't escape from
This vibrant youth
You know it
No wonder you chose
To run cowardly
Instead of change your ways
African youth are tired of dying
That is why they chose
Who to deal with
Unfortunately is you
Cos you never lead with truth
You are a true symbol of a lie
And now the table has turned
Against you
So enjoy the show
Cos is obvious to see now
The burning bridge of trust
Dedication to the affliction
In imo state Nigeria.
November 24 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Colossians 1-2
Key Verse – Colossians 1:2 To the saints and faithful brethren in Christ which are at Colosse: Grace be unto you, and peace, from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY FAITHFULNESS’ ASSESSOR
Lord God, You are my faithfulness’ Assessor,
always hearing my sincere thanksgiving
Thank You for acknowledging my hope inspired by Your Word I’m receiving
Never ignoring me and my fruits along grace-filled living
Ever consistent to encourage me to learn from You with earnest cleaving.
Lord God, You are my faithfulness’ Assessor,
always sanctifying my proud heart’s fame
Thank You for purging my soul from worldly game
Never tolerating me along my selfish frame
Ever holy to forgive me and my confessed hypocrisy-shame.
Lord God, You are my faithfulness’ Assessor,
always instilling my desire with spiritual understanding
Thank You for increasing my knowledge by Your worthy attending
Never denying me of Your power with strength You are sending
Ever patient to prop me toward steadfast righteous standing.
Lord God, You are my faithfulness’ Assessor,
always conquering my doubt by Your assurance
Thank You for guarding my conviction against beguiling ignorance
Never belittling me along my diligent service-perseverance
Ever gracious to establish me for Your abounding kingdom’s furtherance.
Lord God, You are my faithfulness’ Assessor,
always commending my noble suffering
Thank You for meeting my needs with Your compassionate caring
Never closing to me opportunities to gain from Your wisdom-rearing
Ever helpful to transform me according to Your Scriptures’ nurturing.
Lord God, You are my faithfulness’ Assessor,
always protecting my beliefs against vain tradition
Thank You for shielding my commitment from humanistic domination
Never allowing me to be spoiled by arrogance-magnification
Ever kind to cheer me up for my offerings and sacrifice of devotion.
Lord God, You are my faithfulness’ Assessor,
always accepting my worship marked by sincerity
Thank You for nourishing my submission to Your sovereign authority
Never handling me with rudeness, but by Your loving security
Ever merciful to lift me up against affliction and infirmity.
November 24, 2023
The human race is falling
Oh it is falling
Too much lies
Too many atrocities
Life is simple
Refrain from evil
Why are you ignorant of the truth?
Oh the human race is falling
There is no equity and justice
No free and fairness
There is no kindness
We need transparency
Crying humanity
So please have sympathy
Oh it is falling
Too much suffering
Instead of happiness
Too much pain
Its wickedness
Where is the glory
Oh feel sorry
We destroy one another
Instead of helping one another
Whiles I live on earth
I saw oppression
And I saw affliction
I saw tyranny
Too much hypocrisy
Oh it is falling
Hear the children crying
I also saw men trying
To be superior and powerful
But there was no savior
No one was merciful
Where is your love?
Dear Mr Politician why can’t you see
The destruction and chaos in your own country
Kensington Philadelphia
The big black hole
Desperate for help
For its lost troubled souls
Sitting on a footpaths
Filth all around
Searching for a vein
That cannot be found
Homeless, addicted
Suffering, pain
Guilt, despair
Sadness , blame
Violence, abuse
Rejection, neglect
Having never known value,
Worth or respect
Helpless, trapped
Desperate ,alone
No food, no shelter
Nowhere to call home
Infection ,sickness
In body and mind
Slowly dying
From a life so unkind
Open wounds on body,
heart and soul
Numbing agony
But never whole
Body and spirit battered
Buried dreams and goals
Wasted talent
Descending further in the hole
Tragic stories of childrens
Unheard pleas
Abandoned and unloved
Destined for addiction disease
No protection when children
No hugs when they cried
Now lost beings
Broken inside
Now vulnerable individuals
Ignored and unseen
In need of kindness and compassion
To get healthy and clean
They are not invisible
Are no less than you
Just stuck in affliction
Not knowing what to do
So…Mr Politician why don’t you see
The help needed in your own country
A dire situation in your very own nation
A big black hole ladened with lost troubled souls
Distinct walking fame
earned him such name
Ehnoc* and his gentle flame
brought joy to us, captured by picture frame…
Then he was seen lying as lame
puzzling us why his affliction came
…till he left us with fatal maim
along virulent foe to take the blame…
We remember Ehnoc during bonding “doggie” game
thanking God for his sweet pet-dealings, verily tame
especially his antics with fellow puppy dame
now resurrected in our new “Aspin”** of playful aim...
(but I do believe that dogs have no souls to go to heaven as others claim.)
*Ehnoc was the name of our dog that was the first to walk among his fellow puppies. Such name is a “derivative” of the Bible character, “Enoch” with this description according to Genesis 5:22 and 24, “…Enoch walked with God…”
**Aspin is short for “Asong Pinoy” or Filipino dog of mongrel breed.
August 18, 2020
3rd place, "All Pets Go To Heaven" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 8/24/2020