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. * *true*
. to be happiness
. filled to *** blithe
. brim * float* /
. / in the blue /
. / **sky* /
. / / / rise
. / / / balloon
. / / rise
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. ****** /
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blot out, oh blot out the sun in the sky
fill it with rainbow, carnival prize..... ***
weep not, oh weep not, my child LOOK HIGH... in the*
for all that is goodness does come from the sky..... the arms of
*a warm
wind
whose puffed out cheeks give babies grins /
barkers balloons loose from the fiesta /
flying to? Flying toward?? /
it's anyones guess /
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Contest: Happiness is a Balloon
Poet: D. Guzzi
7/18/11
June 23 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 51-56
Key Verse – Psalm 51:1 Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness: according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions.
FAITH IN GOD WHO BLOTS OUT OUR TRANSGRESSIONS
God blots out our transgressions for our redemption with His compassion
Surely assuring us everlasting mansion along immortal wealth’s provision
As our faith in the Saviour Jesus granted us eternal life’s possession…
We thank Him for regenerating us so now we have heavenly vision.
God blots out our transgressions for our growth’s progress
Surely providing us our needs to overcome stress
As our faith in His truth leads us toward His righteousness’ fortress…
We praise Him for nourishing us by His grace of divine caress.
God blots out our transgressions for our pursuit toward holy living
Surely cleansing us from filthiness that makes our soul starving
As our faith in His sanctification frees us from carnal craving…
We honour Him for giving us pardon as our sins He is constantly forgiving.
God blots out our transgressions for our spiritual stability
Surely reinforcing to us His presence amidst any calamity
As our faith in His power upholds us against adversity...
We exalt Him for enabling us to cling to His unwavering capacity.
God blots out our transgressions for our virtuous contentment
Surely filling us with peace and encouragement
As our faith in His Word satisfies us upon His settlement…
We salute Him for working in our victorious commitment.
God blots out our transgressions for our stewardship and service
Surely blessing us in our calling toward His great office
As our faith in His wisdom guides us as Biblical police…
We rejoice in Him for commending us in our earnest practice.
God blots out our transgressions for our welfare and future
Surely cheering us to keep on so we can Scripturally mature
As our faith in His second coming excites us toward the rapture...
We worship Him while doing His will in our discipleship venture.
June 23, 2025
American cosmonaut
moonwalking
Humanity is tethered to the line,
sweating vacuum fear facing the void
Planet of the apes ...
backwards talking
Silent film projector reel
spinning in reverse ... time capsule re-entry noise
Caveman slug in a spacesuit
retrograde crawling
Mushroom cloud cinematography ...
flashback to the future Stone Age trajectory
And Superman in a Captain America spacesuit
ain’t trying to save no one
The giant red star of Krypton
orbiting Washington
is gonna explode,
sucking the Earth into a black hole
Listen to the Neanderthal war chants
devolving into military gorilla grunts
Toraburu ... Rising sun trouble coming
Hear the nuclear choo-choo,
rich uranium promises ain’t worth nothing
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Trouble means Toraburu,
choo-choo ... choo-choo
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Toraburu,
lost in space translation
Hear the choo-choo,
around the bend coming is nuclear devastation
And Super Tweetman in a Captain America spacesuit
ain’t trying to save no one
The white dwarf star of Krypton
orbiting Washington
is gonna implode,
sucking the Earth into a black hole
Superman can you climb
out of the bottomless black hole?
American cosmonaut
moonwalking ...
backwards talking ...
retrograde crawling
Toraburu ... Rising sun trouble coming
Hear the nuclear choo-choo,
rich uranium promises ain’t worth nothing
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Rubble piles of Toraburu,
choo-choo ... choo-choo
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Toraburu,
trouble for the United Nations
Hear the choo-choo,
around the bend coming is global desolation
Toraburu,
insanity curse is coming soon
Death smoke from the choo-choo,
will blot out the sun and moon
Woe, woe ... woe!
Superman is kryptonite sick
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Captain America is radiation sick
Woe, woe ... woe!
Tick, tick ... lunar ... tick, tick
Young man, that is not good enough, just not good enough;
Seek the Lord; fulfill purpose, don’t just huff and puff.
You looking all big and bad; but, inside you are very sad;
Jesus’ joy will make you strong and extremely glad.
No more, no more playing: dan-man, bad man, macho-man;
Christ can see through you; you hurting, young man.
Young man, young man it is time to seek God’s kingdom;
Resist the enemy; salvation gives you complete freedom.
It is not good enough, young man, that is not good enough;
Listen carefully to this straight gaff; this is truth, no laugh.
Surely, it is just not good enough to follow Gaza and Gully;
They are detestable and degrading: complete and utter folly.
Why you diss-ing and killing you friends and other men;
When all they want is for you to line their pockets for them?
Stop! Stop shedding blood; don’t you know what is the price?
What will you say, young man; what will you tell Christ?
Good enough!?! It is surely, not good enough young man;
Why? Why? Why, all of the sex, **** and masturbation?
Why, young man; why, have you not read the Holy Word?
Young man, your body is the temple of the Living God.
“Let these things not be named among you” is for every youth;
Listen; then, carefully observe and obey; this biblical truth.
Take care and be aware; there is a time and place for sex;
It is better to marry than to burn; don’t get the deadly hex.
You need to seek what is good enough, seek God’s truth;
Remember, now, the Creator, in the days of your youth.
Christ is always willing and able to save and to preserve;
His grace is sufficient; though we don’t even deserve.
Lift your head, prodigal, it’s time to return to the Father;
To God the Father; all lost sheep, Jesus came to gather.
Repent, young man, and Jesus will blot out every sin;
Then, young man, then, against the enemy, you will win.
By
Dion Penville
Blest with garments of varied hues and shades’ assortment
I practice an organized monthly color-scheme adornment…
January is greeted with vibrant green’s life-oozing zest
along moss, emerald and mint scarfs’ accenting best.
With blue motif of azure or cerulean in February
cyan-printed dresses match aquamarine-look accessory.
Pink for March as well as old rose and fuchsia of no doubt
makes watermelon lace with pomelo ribbon stand out.
April shimmers in yellow, gold and sunshine glow
showing skirts of mustard, canary with lemon flow.
May has cream and beige for modest apparel bliss
as blouses are pleased with flax and vanilla emphasis.
June delights in violet midst lavender and lilac beauty
allowing use of purple and magenta bags, surely pretty.
Cheering July onlookers are different black-speckled masks
parading shoes, leather or so-called ebony in mobile tasks.
This August* presents belts of bronze, cinnamon and brown
while wearing coffee or chocolate shawl without frown.
Orange awaits September with tangerine or amber trends
preparing handkerchiefs of carrot, squash and yam blends.
For October that highlights charcoal, ash, and gray
ready to be added is silver to my faith-anchored fashion-array.
November features raiment** that’s white or off-white
together with pearl, ivory and cotton polka dots on sight.
In December is red, alongside scarlet or maroon’s joyousness
with crimson and ruby attire, thanking God for His bountifulness.
*Next year will be another color-schedule.
**Revelation 3:5 He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before my Father, and before his angels.
August 21, 2021
7th place, "Kaleidoscope" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 8/23/2021.
BEAUTIES BY THE BABBLING BROOK
They sat on the boulders
by the babbling brook
basking in God's brightness,
their bronze curly locks
bouncing as they giggled.
Their beauty was perfect
in every way, including
the big beautiful bold eye
that graced each of them
centered in their foreheads.
They were giggling at me
because I balked at each
questioning my own sight;
could it be, I asked myself,
God made them one-eyed?
Their laughter mingled
with the songs of the brook
as I marveled at their beauty,
even though embarrassed
for having gawked at them so.
What could I say as I walked away?
(From a dream: Mar. 1, 2008)
[It should be noted that on the front page of The Komsomolskaya Pravda, the
Russian Newspaper, it was reported on 2/22/2005, that a baby girl was born with
one blue eye centered in her forehead. She died right after birth, only having
taken one breath. I researched this, because I could not believe what I saw in
this dream; also I worried that it would discredit my vision of Heaven. I hope to
see these beauties again in Heaven when I get there. I'll want to be their friend
and get to know them better.]
“...there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no
more pain, for the former things have passed away.”
REV 21:4
GOD'S ANGELS HAIKU
They are all over
fluttering up, down, here, there,
bringing messages.
“'He who overcomes shall be clothed in white garments, and I will not blot out his
name from the Book of Life; but I will confess his name before My Father and
before His angels.'”
REV 3:5
These poems are the last 2 poems in my IN HEAVEN book, which is 165 pages
long, and for which I'm seeking a publisher.
(C) Sheila Kathryn Barrera Feb. 12, 2008 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera
Victory is at hand, we’ve made a glorious stand.
We’ve killed all those that betrayed us.
With their lives, those stalwart fools, they have had to pay us.
We relish the blood, their faces in the mud, what now can they say us.
I kill you or you kill me, that’s the way it is you see.
No room for quiet conversation, only weapons to persuade me.
I have no concious, no regrets, no guilt that follows me.
You killed my brother, then another, your death, it sets me free.
So now I go home to a place I’ve known but it is all in ruin.
Nothing is the same, all’s destroyed, it is surely your doing.
Why couldn’t we have talked man to man as human beings?
Not follow the path of murder, what is it that we’re seeing?
Don’t talk to me of history of ten thousand years.
Of who came first, was the first and deserved what was here.
All I know is death surrounds me, truly confounds me
Each day with its pain brings yet another flood of tears.
So my people have won this round, we’ve killed all those we seek.
My biggest fear, in another year, your breathren will not retreat.
We’ll face another battle, an endless war between us.
We cut each other’s throats, will that truly redeem us?
I kill you and you kill me, who wins in the end.
Neither of us can justify what we do, our lives that we defend.
When will we put our weapons down, and look around
Let the tears come down, put our hands out and say, “friend.”
Sounds like a dream to me, hasn’t happened since mankind
Graced this earth, evolved at first, then murder did he find.
Let’s raise our guns, kill all our sons, blot out the memory
Of life on earth, for what it’s worth is pain and misery.
Will this solve the endless battle that has no end it seems?
Will this somehow stop the killing of every human dream?
As they say, those that may, who’s job it is to selling.
Just stay tuned, the news at noon, it is truly compelling.
Alacrity bespeaks entangled, entombed,
and entrapped Thai soccer team
diminishing strength barely allows,
but a whispered scream,
which rescue against all odds
(plucked out cavernous catacomb),
fast becoming a fading dream
vicariously agonizing to see
desperation and lads bravely brace,
helplessness predominating over initial
found alive break thru gain
promising grim destiny slowly doth erase
yet resignation impossible
to ignore written on every face
despite faux (cracking)
courageous front,
now severely testing grace
under underground solid state
rock geomorphology
necessitating stepped up pace
to rescue, sans race
against time encroaching threatened space
with predicted mon
soon meteorologists trace
with laser pointer predict
ominous incursion cave
at mercy of vulnerable flooding
worst case scenario, grave
nightmare predicament
in an attempt to save
youths with barely enough
strength to smile or wave
downgrading my own fear
being emotionally incommunicado
during prepubescence
pretending not to hear
clapping skeletal hands over each ear
to blot out hyper consciousness of glare
ring existence squelching
feeble effing dare
sputtering Nietzscheism at every turn
of the (ripped torn) page
airtight barricade against transformation
into manhood stage
fighting to the death
foaming at mouth dagger like
canine teeth savagely
evincing snarling rage,
no match for reinforced
rebar invisible cage
holding self hostage,
not enough money
to pay hefty ransom,
thus thine mental health
compromised, which
to this day still pay steep wage.
Convicted as a teen
Never exposed to the elicit jeopardies of Babylon
Spirit filled
Tongue uttering
Never defiled
Consecrated
Little did I know that my biggest enemy was right inside this body?
The very same body I had kept holy and sacrificed unto God –was the very means that could liquidate me
I never realized it at first
Slowly it crawled in when I least expected
Like a thief ready to steal, kill and destroy
It was a choice
not rape
I choose to became what I was
I had become extremely perverted and defiled internally because of my interaction
I remember the one hug,
It was close, fiery and filled with such passion
A hug in the day became a stimulant dream in the night
I had lost my virginity before I comprehended it
Fully clothed
I choose to give it away
It had become an emotional battlefield
I had fallen in love with him as an idea
I was married to him in my mind
It began to be a routine
Dreams turned into action
We never physically lay together
But my hands became him and explored my body
Virgin in the physical, harlot in the Spirit
I was enslaved by my sins
Tempted and dragged away by my own evil desires that had enticed me
My desires interlocked with my womb and conceived an embryo
His name was sin
I gave birth to him and named him Death
Until, I heard the lamentations of David in Psalms 51
Have mercy on me oh Lord, according to your unfailing love;
According to your great compassion
Blot out my transgressions.
Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.
Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation
And grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me!
And again he took up his pen
To place upon pages
That his soul and heart may be heard
His message may be listened to
Though he has no voice
For the one, the only one
And he awoke
In dream
Once more I stood before the Seraph
Upon the brink of this world and the next
With a bright star illuminating the infinite sky
And behind me a gossamer stair descended
Yet all of this I saw so vaguely
For my eyes beheld the Angel once more
Once again I noticed her smile
The whisper of rose upon her cheeks
Soft luminescence within her eyes
A tender sheen of dewdrop red upon her lips
And her luscious waves and shimmering of hair
I inhaled all her intoxicating scent
The unknown essence
And yet this time I noticed
A flaw
Upon bright downy wings
I saw a slight shading a dimming of the white
There lay a breath of grey
A lamentation arose within me
But the Seraph gazed upon me to smile
Thus she spoke
As her words fell upon my ears
The unremitting serenade arose throughout
To sing with much despair so all would know
The reasons for the dimming of the sun
The shading of the vast skies
Why the moon rose to blot out the bright stars
To place sorrow here upon the edge of the world
Behind me the waves of lamentation hit the stair
To shatter the silken strands to dust
And within me a keening rose
From deep inside beyond the soul’s resting-place
Out from the depths it rose
To rage and unleash its wrath
To cause my blood to bubble and boil
To fill my body and mind with a conflagration
I raised my arms above
And opened my eyes wide gazing beyond
The rabid vortex of fire
To scream
I screamed, I screamed
To break my soul