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“The only light from a sword have sheltered me from despair
The balance of reality and dreams, welcomes nothing to compare
Dreams were afterall the insanity of one’s desire
Made to believe moments before the awakening hour
This belongs the true origin since the fall of the humans
The curse brought from our love to cause The Ancients total domination
Moments since loved, to love to then unlove
I give to you only truth afar from lies to serve”
{Years of yore, a time somewhence atween the Holy War
A prophecy is soon to begin its outcry once more
Humanities who were forged to serve the Battalion Goddess were dying away
Prayers in blood were dis-spirited souls praying to live another day
Yet despairs to the Heavens never seem to be heard
Where forth the Battalion Goddess, where is the Goddess of Word?
The Goddess who mortals seek hope in, bears one in many prophecies
The one to lead till the end of war, to rid the Ancients of miseries
However, the DarkLord Alkzadrius, only grew ever stronger each dusk
Every other night to those who live, only promises to be last
There was then this one night, in the ruins throughout The Ancients
A brightest of light shone from a seemingly farthest of distance
Two figures emerge from beyond, one a woman and another a man
And the very might of the moment itself, have had evil dissolving into the sands
Every other minions who came in their way were vanquish
Even spells and curses cast upon the terrain had discreetly vanish
Sensing victory for the night, mortals around raise their swords and fought
Yet the battle were already won at hearts without so much a thought!
It was raining a subtle when dawn finally arrive
That day, every mortal to witness the birth had survive
Humanities rejoice in triumph to the Champions of the lands
Peace being the one hope for all time, was only just a matter of when
The prophecy remains to be true… prayers were heard
Evermore so, mortals reunited to serve once more the Goddess of Word
Every battle were won, wherever the Champions of the Word were to walk
In time, they were feared by most every minions of the Darklord
Alkaiya, the name enchanted by the people for the mistress of War
Being the one who beholds the Bow of the Word hence fore
And the Knight of the Word who has without a bearing name
Who wield the Sword of Sin where evil is nay to remain}
At twenty-three, Brett found his girl,
A green-eyed vision with strawberry curls,
A year of dating came and went,
And wedding bells the sky did rent.
Life was good, he worked as a welder,
And rushed at night, tales to tell her
Of buildings built and bridges spanned,
Far and wide across this great land.
But as he watched football on his day off,
While he watched the Giants, nursed a cough,
His fun interrupted by a sudden call,
And from his hands the phone would fall.
While out getting some groceries,
A trucked plowed his wife’s car into a tree.
And as if just to make the situation worse,
She was just four months from giving birth…
He fell quite hard, into depression,
Triggered merely by his wife’s mention.
For years he took refuge in hard drink,
Lost his job, and was pushed to the brink.
With nowhere to go, he moved back home,
His parents watched, they heard his groans,
And knew there was little they could do,
But be there and hope that he pulled through.
At thirty, after a long stint in rehab,
He stopped the drinking, and drove a cab,
Eventually moving up to a long-haul truck,
Made some good money, improved his luck.
One day at thirty eight he pulled in
To a truck stop diner, for late dining.
The waitress, May, proved a friendly soul,
Thirty-seven, dirty blond, eyes of coal.
After eating they talked like old pals,
Then went to his rig for something else,
He got her number, and she got his.
They agreed to be friends-with-benefits.
And every time he drove on through,
Each the other they hotly pursued,
It seemed to him to be all too fleeting,
And ever harder when it came to leaving.
A year went by and Brett came in,
And found a worried-looking benefits-friend
She said he’d given her something great,
Fruit of the passion of his many stays.
Brett felt a fool, they were quite a pair,
Like two overeager and foolish teenagers,
But as he thought of it more, it became clear,
Brett never wanted to again leave here.
So Brett married May, and their child came,
Then another a year down, more of the same!
He found himself juggling two screaming boys,
At age thirty-nine, the late nights and the toys!
But Brett didn’t care, better late than never
And with May he would remain forever.
And give thanks to God whenever he prayed,
For showing him that even tragedy fades…
Friend, before life moves us to the parting ways
Let wisdom tell from rend of heart its lessons old
That you may take your journey springing praise
And mend with gladness dream and mirrored fold
One road invites the universe of man to dawn
The place we left in awe of sword and flash of fire
Stumbling from purpose and lapping dew for ire
Making the circle of return to the cradle of the fawn
It's two things the oracle challenges us to know
Where the road diverges into many different paths
What vision shapes the skill that need will show
To meet the tests that sever self from it thoughts
And lift the eagle to the pinnacle of brimming star
And say to soul you are worth more than you seem
In any dissection of the flesh or weighing of dream
The mantle is mask that pretends not who we are.
What if one branching path a wide lake must cross
What if another a snow-capped cliff must clamber o'er
And still the next has serpents slithering in the grass
And one stretch endless like miles of a sandy shore
Shall the swimmer charm the serpents, swim
The sands, and climb the mirror face of ice
Against a different purpose will his dream suffice
Or all mismatched paths not a meet a fate still grim?
O too many on the wrong path are embarked, too few
Their purpose know before the journey begins
The shipwreck on deserts straddle the sense as clue
Ignored ... self-blinded race, drowning in our sins
He who foreknew us predestined purpose too
Each tree is seeded after its kind, each man can
Achieve only what is set in the primordial plan
The broad way is littered with much too much to rue.
What use is choice unless some context tell the aim
For once and only once we choose the path to good
And joy, the river does not return, the sea is the same
Only at the rapids end. Not what I would, but what I should
Is all I need to know. It's not the prize but the race
We run is what we are destined for. Go now, friend
And wing the light and for mist of truth contend
The swift may run, but the wise the victory taste.
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Perfect for Father's day, It s a repost that many have yet to see.
Happy Father's Day
~A Gem of an Inheritance~ Reposr!
Leave your family with virtues
taught, that are Divine!
A major quality called integrity,
will keep their world ashine.
Teach them to never be a sheep,
But, in all relations to shepherd goodness!
A sparkling gem to share and keep.
Above all, to honor God and learn His
teachings.
To know fully He and Only He,
is the source of all Healings.
To not speak a word of evil against
another, a most egregious sin!
All the rage today, in this ungrateful
world we live in!
Above all to share with all others.
For, indeed we are all His sons
and daughters;hence all sisters
and brothers.
Teach them they are perfect as is,
There is zero reward in all our
worldly wins!
For winds come and then pass us
quickly like a bitter, winter wind.
These values are not in 401Ks
nor big banking accounts.
The values of The Spirit?
Oh! How much more, they do count!
October 12, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios |
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date: 6/21/2020 1:42:00 PM
Excellent pen! The Spirit of the Lord is Divine and we must implement that in our soul and other souls. God bless you! Love Chantelle hugs xx
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 6/21/2020 1:58:00 PM
Thank you for evading it and commenting, dear Chantelle. You are most accurate in your comments. I lived for years as an arrogant fool being better than God. I lost much for doing that. Nearly dying in the process. I had to be brought to Death's door to get the message.a miracle I am still Alive! Bunny hugs, Panagiota xx
Regina Riddle
Date: 10/12/2019 10:10:00 PM
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Yes. God above all. He is love and will get us through anything that comes. God bless you with so much love, Gina
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/12/2019 10:19:00 PM
Gina...we are on the same page..,,Panagiota. Hope you had a great day Panagiota
David McHattie
Date: 10/12/2019 5:37:00 PM
Well put my friend. Life is not as complicated as most people think. Have a great day.
Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/12/2019 6:15:00 PM
Greetings David. Always love to hear your input. Panagiota xx
In the stillness of night, I find myself alone,
A young soul with dreams, but fears have grown.
I’m caught in a struggle, a war in my mind,
Wondering if I’ll make it, or be left behind.
My heart is heavy, with memories of the past,
She left me for another, a pain that won't pass.
Her betrayal cuts deep, it echoes in my head,
A love that once lived, now shattered instead.
My parents look to me with hope in their eyes,
They need my help, but I feel paralyzed.
How can I support them when I’m so lost?
Their dreams rest on me, but what’s the cost?
I’m surrounded by temptations, I fight every day,
Addictions that pull me, leading me astray.
I battle within, trying to stay strong,
But some days it feels like I’m getting it wrong.
I’m the hope for my family, their light in the dark,
But these responsibilities leave a deep mark.
Their expectations weigh me down, push me near,
And I wonder how long I can hold back my fear.
I reach out to God, but He feels so far,
Like a distant whisper, a faint glimmering star.
I pray for guidance, for strength to carry on,
But the silence is deafening as nights drag on.
I believe there’s a purpose for which I was born,
Yet doubts and fears leave my spirit torn.
The pressure is mounting, it’s hard to stay afloat,
As I carry the weight of the world in my boat.
The past haunts me, it won’t let me go,
But my dreams keep me moving, they’re all I know.
Will I make it in life? It’s a question I bear,
But I keep moving forward, despite the despair.
The subjects I study push me to my limit,
At the finest school, my efforts feel infinite.
I strive for success, though the path is steep,
Hoping that one day, the rewards I’ll reap.
Frustration lingers, like a cloud in my mind,
Will I ever win, or be left behind?
The past weighs me down, but I won’t let it last,
I’ll keep pushing forward, not dwell on the past.
Tomorrow holds hope, a light in the dark,
A promise of joy, a fresh, new spark.
I believe I can make it, though the road is tough,
In the end, I’ll find my strength is enough.
So I rise each day, ready to fight,
I’ll push through the pain, and reach for the light.
For deep down I know, I have what it takes,
And one day soon, I’ll rise above the stakes.
What theory unifies forces, weak, strong,
With gravity— also, to which belong
All the string theories of why and because?
To answer these queries, M-theory does.
Proponents aver it offers clarity
As to the issue of singularity.—
Where there’s a will there’s a way,
So they say…
In the beginning our universe sprang
From membranes colliding to cause a Big Bang…
Hence matter and energy stem from vibrations of strings seen by seers
In a music of spheres.
One mode of vibration, or ‘note’, makes the string an electron,
Another a photon…
And what of Higgs-boson?
There’s even a mode for the graviton, thought to have gravity’s force.
So vibrating strings would then be the source
To create tiny articles which we call
Elementary particles— one and all.
Dimensions— four plus compactified seven—
Equal a total that’s oddly eleven…
To wit, though string theories wound up at the tenth,
They had to add one more that’s odd to the nth.
Do we have enough sense or senses extended
To fathom those p-branes M-theory intended
And get to the bottom of hyper spacetime
In this super multiverse theory sublime?
What sounding vibration
Strange seeming sensation
Might set the strings strumming
Or maybe branes humming
Is something to ponder,
One’s whimsies to wander—
My mind like the wind evanescent can roam
O’er billowing waves and ineffable foam
With parallels plenty of our bubble home…
Thus I heard
M-theory’s word.
Albeit in physics there’s much knowledge base,
What waters of wisdom could ever embrace
Such cosmic curled places with hyperspace face?
Eerily far we’ve come to here
From bards’ illusions yesteryear—
When heavens would sing lullabies,
With moon and stars to harmonize
Midst luminescent light display
That might have been the Milky Way
Overturning all its jars
In a shower of shooting stars…
How flimsy, fleeting, and fragile life seems,
In our floating realm like a land of dreams!
Amen— let poets lyricize yet
Sweeter reveries lest we forget
Dearer wonders perchance of yore
From whilom membranes nevermore
Where earthlings gazed at clearer skies
With yonders nearer to our eyes,
In a once upon a time divine
P-brane world of auld langsyne…
– Harley White
I am all alone in this great big world
My destiny is being unfurled
I am responsible for my plight
And what I may do tonight
There is no one else to put my shame
Only me, myself, and I to blame
What did I do wrong you may ask
Only I can unburden my task
She is gone so you maybe you can see
Her lost dreams are my reality
She passed on an October day
Leaving my boy behind with me to stay
It is a daunting thing this boy of mine
Looks like his mother time after time
I love my boy he is much like me
I just want him to be happy
I have been told time and time again
That I need to reel my boy in
I don’t see that he is doing any harm
He has gone through hell, that’s his yarn
His mom’s dreams were so easy to see
She wanted the best for him and me.
I have a big guilt because she is gone
And left me the ability to carry on
I only wish that I would have done the same
A love like hers was hard to explain
I left her for another a long time ago
Before I knew about the cancer so you know
When the news came that she was ill
I really wanted to take a bunch of pills
Pills to ease my guilty pain
Of leaving the woman I loved out in the rain.
To my son, if you ever read these words of prose
Please take the time to ensure that everybody knows
That I loved your mother very much indeed
And you were the product of love not a misdeed
I sit here with a tear running down my face
Trying to find another to replace
The girl I loved more than anything at all
Except you my son, you are the apple
The apple of my eye the fruit of my loom
My entire existence is for you to bloom
Your mother and I are proud of you
And are happy you are succeeding in all you do.
Son I hope you will forgive me for things I’ve done
I have one life to live and mistakes can’t be undone
I hope I will be forgiven in the afterlife
And be reunited with your mother and my wife.
I hope your pain eases as you grow older
Never forget, but get bolder
You are almost a man in this big world
Please learn from my mistakes before you unfurl
Your mother and I will be waiting for you
With our arms wide open to rescue
Rescue you from this world of pain
To come live in heaven with us again
Duane LaChance Sr. - 2012
Trust?
What is Trust?
Is it a belief?
Or is it a profound awareness?
Or maybe selective acceptance?
Is it possibly a denial of choosing?
Or could it be a faith?
Is it Trust of another?
Or denial of oneself?
Do we trust in actions shown?
Or trust in words previously known?
Should we trust what we see?
Or deny what we know?
Is Trust in another,
Denial in ourselves?
Or is trusting one's self
Denying loyalty of another?
Is Trust an action?
Or a reaction?
Is total trust in another
Accepting failure of one's self?
Is trusting a way to show love?
Or does it show foolishness?
Is it a means to an end?
Or an end of means?
Is it a way to build self-esteem?
Or to build character?
How about a way to reciprocate
Is it a way to build honor?
Or a way to become a doormat?
Could it be just a cruel game?
Making you a pawn of twisted evil?
Or a master of loyalties?
Is it a science?
Or a conscience?
Is it good or evil?
Is trusting another a twist of roles?
Gender roles or placement roles?
Does trust mean one is inferior?
Does trust in another show weakness?
Therefore, making one submissive?
Or to be able to show strength?
Therefore, making one superior?
Does trust establish true dominance?
What does trust really mean?
Is it a verb or a noun?
Is it an instinct? Or a feeling?
Is it fiction or fact?
Is it better to trust in one's actions?
Or to trust in their unspoken words?
Do you show trust by giving up integrity?
Does it make you a mindless sheep?
Keeping you trainable?
Or does it make you a wile coyote?
Carefully disguising mind-control?
What does 'Total Trust' imply?
Absolute doubt?
Or absence of proof?
Does it make someone a friend or a foe?
Is one's ability to accept trust right or wrong?
Is Trust something you can learn?
Or is it something you must earn?
Is trusting a sign of progress?
Or is it brainwashing?
Is Trust in another settling for less?
Or does that faith in someone give you more?
To trust is give faith blindly.
Or does it truly open our eyes?
Is Trust an emotion? Or a feeling?
Do we dare to trust?
Or do we trust to dare?
When we trust, are we more aware?
Or does trust imply that we don't care?
It was a lovely morning and we - that is Marge and me
decided the kids deserved a treat, so off we went.
We live in Barking, so we didn't have far to go.
We did the City and wandered down to Pudding Lane,
where once the king's bakery stood -
before it went up in flames, taking most of London with it.
The king loved his loaves hot.
We saw Wren's masterpiece and whispered in the gallery,
came out and wondered where to go next. Marge said:
"Bill, ask that bobby, he looks the friendly type."
So I went up to him and said:
"Good morning, Constable,
any suggestions for an excursion without frills?"
"I see the good lady's with you,
so it can't be Soho and cheap thrills.
Take 'em down to Hyde Park, Speakers' Corner,
round that way. You can take the Central Line."
That got us to Marble Arch in no time.
"Could do with a cuppa char" - that was Marge, not me
."Why don't we have a look at the speakers,
then go to that corner house for some nice cream buns?"
Marge agreed, so we walked over to the railings.
One guy was a Communist intent on revolution,
another a vegetarian, who said Adam and eve ate figs
until the fall, after which they ate pork pies and beef rolls.
Then there was this West Indian who ..
but then this other geezer caught my eye.
He was standing there on his soap box under a banner:
"The End is at Hand. Prepare to meet thy Doom."
His suit was black, hardly surprising, his shirt white,
but his face wore a dirty smirk.
All else fitted but the grin.
Was he savouring the memory of some naughtiness or sin?
Strange happiness amid prophecies dire of gloom.
"Uranium comes from Heaven,
and Plutonium from Hell.
And the two is gettin' married.
Jingle, jangle does the bell.
If you're good, you'll go to Heaven.
If not, you know the place.
Either way, be gettin' ready.
Thin's is moving at a pace."
So I said to Marge:
"Marge, get the kids.
Let's have a cuppa while we can.."
"Silly," said Marge, "it's hours before closing time."
"Not according to what he says, it ain't," I said.
An island
Afloat in a sea of galaxies and stars
Orbiting its sun
Light and energy to warm and stir its life
Conceived by God....
With one explosive...singular...divine idea
14 billion years ago
Launching time and place and an expanding universe
Ruled by the laws of physics and chemistry
Giving birth at once to simple atoms and then the elements
Coalescing over eons to form the places...stars and galaxies...
God's universe...ever expanding to infinity
After nine billion years of cooling, expanding and the birthing of millions of galaxies
Earth is born...like no other planet in the universe
An island of majesty and beauty...sustainer of plants and animals
God's special planet...to house a special living species...Man
Evolved at last! Only two hundred and fifty thousand years ago
Infused as no other species or product evolved from the big bang
Infused with a soul and a free will
A soul, by which man may sense the existence of God
A free will, to chose what actions and directions he will take
I wonder if God conceived another planet, in a distant galaxy called heaven
And another, a black hole, called hell thousand of light years away
Connected to Earth by worm holes yet to be discovered
The hell hole for those who use their free will to destroy God's special planet Earth
In only 250,000 years man is set to destroy this beautiful island, conceived
In that single divine thought fourteen billion years ago
The ultimate mortal sin
By those few who control so much of the riches that spew from the bowels of the Earth
And refuse to see... the glaciers melt
The oceans rise
The poor starve
The species die...and
God cry.
Democracy devolved...the will of the many to live suppressed by the greed of the few
While proclaiming...God Bless Us all
As God cries!
The words of an unknown ancient..."Scientia Non Habet Inimicum Nisp Ignoraantem" ..."Science has no enemies but for the ignorant"
God cries for the ignorant...
And the tides rise!