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In an Asia city, a new and infamous name began.
“They were called Christians first at Antioch”.*
This species was built upon relationship with its maker; and not disconnection from him.
She fulfilled and bridged the past with the present and all eternity.
Same creator, same designer, and same planer of all species.
For six days He created everything that was made; and then He rested.
Later, there was a world wide deluge; and things were altered; most destroyed.
Generations would transpire before God created a totally new breed of creatures*.
This new species called Christian, was not made from nothing. But being made a new type of human, she would become the new model for all. What a remarkable and revolutionary concept! How different from every human before!!
This species is essentially about loving, not 50/50, but 100% unconditionally.
She’s about giving and not taking; about giving out of love; and not for personal gain.
She finds life through death; she has no room for hate.
No, this new species cannot procreate; but there’s reproduction by proclamation.
She propagates loving God with all the heart; and loving the neighbor as one’s self.
Yes, she’s a new kind of species!
03312016 Acts, Cor. 5:17 (PS Contest,
A New Species, by Anthony Slausen)
No time to write a sonnet
Tip of my tongue not rehearsed
Might be time spent useless
But that’s ok here’s the verse
In the water you set me free
How can i forget
Sins forgiven once for all
Atonement you had met
You hung dry and nailed up there
That I cannot repay
Unmerited favor on me
What more can i say?
I do not deserve that gift
Gratitude extends beyond
You have bridged the abyss
And grabbed me from despond
I struggle to make you known
To those who need you most
From the suburbs and outside
The city to the beaches coast
Fear of man is a deadly snare
This I know is such
I try to give you my best
But still I lose the touch
Scared that I will not be
Able to finish this race
Started strong and fast
But now can't keep a pace
How can I keep up?
Doubted all my life
And support the kids?
And inspire my wife?
Still believe what I said
I'll follow you for sure
Fallen down to much
Which leaves me insecure
Did not know how hard
To live right and repent
Still trying to figure out
Just why you were sent
Worries and pleasures come
I’m tangled up in thorns
Doubt my salvation took
Was I really “reborn”
Can you heal my disease
A doctor for the soul
As these years pass by
My heart is a dark hole
Deep insecurity
That I cannot shed
Stricken with sensitivity
And stuff inside my head
Slave to what master’s me
I haven’t any to blame
Setbacks trample me
My disgrace and shame
Use a broken tool?
To honor your crown?
A corrupt fool?
One who’s been beat down?
No more running from you
Again same old song
Where can I go?
Back to you where I belong!
Hearing of you I’m terrified
But is also bitter sweet
Need more grace and comfort
Trembling at your feet
How did the ancients do it?
With discouragement and fear
How did they stay faithful?
Knowing that death was near
Sometimes I can’t see at all
Wonder if your close
Sometimes I feel you are gone
When I need you the most
I request that you would walk
With me throughout my day
Please come and fight for me
Hurry don’t delay
I know your voice again declares
“Just follow and obey.”
“Remember that I’m the potter,
And you are just the clay.”
By:beardedJarhead
Posed such, in its formidable array
would guess that all protection in refer
not deem my soul respectively, relay
but from some archway's character of serve!
That guard of my esteem, not turning gray
is from some inner peace, not just of nerve
the loyalty I've bridged by my own stay
now chances not its entry as conserve.
For naught the times, nor beckoning's concur
that shoulder decorated stood its ground,
some rite of passage, measures not impure
or guesses at my fancy, or my frowned!
How steady in some answer of reserve
would guarantee its effort, so unbound,
that resolution's comfort not deserve
or its entailment daily ne'er impound!
Is freedom such an answer, I not need
when life holds such encumbrance up her sleeve,
prescribe me not, in entities concede
but brave begot ~ a childhood of bereave!
The Sentry, grasp the plot ~ remit, receive
to bear it all, a blossom of Faith's core
that from behind, attacks are so conceive
the narrowing's remind, an open door!
The harrowing of purging not refined
a net of undeniable content,
the message straight from cowardly assign
and from its framework, instigates resent!
That Hell be guarded once, and so confined
the nature of the whore that so compels,
is tempting of man's nature, so inclined
and reconciles its effort, "all is well!"
And so it be, prerogative regress
is functioned only lightly to incline
to rob my thought, my enemies redress
and matter less, to only spend my time!
Forfeits agenda, reconciles, climbs
that merit of dissension leaves encore,
all but that host's dimension steeps unbind
revolving with ascension ~ perish more ~
And tumbles its direction ~ out of line!
To be continued ~ The Sentry Rhymes ~ Dangerous times.
Note ~ Guard duty is one of the most sensitive, and loyal of commitments.
Such as that of a noble entity, a queen, an endangered person, or even
a family, spouse, children. Today our protection needs to be more loving,
more personal & caring, not back turning, and avoiding. Our own National
Guard need to be here, at home, on board, with their reason intact, and not
forged from some idealistic, protectionist bourgeois ~ needing to be
everywhere else!
Thunder and lightning ruled the black night
As the frightened young mother struggled
Beads of sweat ran down her pretty face
The old midwife calmly sponged off sweat
She hummed a lullaby to soothe her pain
Praying that the husband would be back soon
Five miles to travel in treacherous weather
Seeking the one doctor for hundreds of miles
Twelve hours of labor now seemed like days.
Fell trees and shaved off roof tops, toppled by whipping winds
Rising rivers were swollen, and flooded make shift roads
Endless rain poured like there would be no end
Meanwhile her unborn child lay bridged as it battled for release
Suddenly the door burst open and the doctor rushed in
His clothes sticking to his skin; there was no time to change
With his palm he felt her forehead asking pertinent questions
He and the old midwife tried manually to turn the exhausted child
At each attempt, mother’s painful cry was heard in the distance
She gave one guttural scream and usherd her baby into the world
The child, born limp, barely breathing as the mid wife took her away
He starred into her eyes, and knew that she was beyond his help
He brought the new born to lie in her mother’s warm arms
The silence was noticeable; the raging storm had passed
The sound of light rain, now a comfort, gently tapped upon tin roof
In a soft, weak voice she called her husband and managed a smile
Then she blessed her child with words from a mother’s heart
“May you be a light, swift as lightning when days grow dark.”
“May you have wisdom and foresight beyond your days”
“May your heart nurture and remain open to love”
“Like rain, may you bring life to all “
“Born this stormy night, your name will be “Rain”.
~*~
By : Audrey Carey
Note: Imagination at work:) Written for Constance's "Rain, The Story" Contest.
My imagination took me to some little village in Africa. This scene is played out in
many villages where health care is non-existent. However, there's always, thanks
to God, a wise, caring "midwife" to help mothers during delivery.
Everyday, countless miracles are performed by God through "midwives"!
While rummaging thru papers to shred...
Earlier this November fourth
two thousand and nineteen
your truly long in the tooth
(er...in dentured) wordsmith
rifled thru miscellaneous papers to shred
unwittingly chancing upon
report cards enlightening me,
academic, emotional, social...
characteristics, née significant
figurative "red flags,"
(no not signifying me being blacklisted
re: guarding Communism taking root)
rather teacher's comments
signaled moderate behavioral crisis,
where bass and treble clef acronyms
“Good Boys Do Fine Always”
"every good boy does fine"
respectively analogously noteworthy
(namesake Matthew Scott Harris)
because a lad (in) attendance at:
following primary grade schools:
Audubon Elementary, Eagleville,
and Henry Kline Boyer)
exhibited crushing arduousness
nsync with chronically
profound inability to
acclimate, integrate, participate...
spelling academic difficulty,
alienation, isolation, resignation...
said pronounced mental, physical,
and social perturbations
compounded manifold when promoted
regardless abysmal failing marks
most likely congenital,
vital intervention absent
absolute zero doubt
developmental delay debuted,
since youngest daughter
twenty one February 4th, 2020
diagnosed soon after birth
within autistic spectrum
intervention luckily bridged
yawning, looming, gaping... cleft
less apparent to non family,
she functions admirably
employed at World Market
while enrolled at Bend, Oregon
Community College
relieved healthy maturation
courtesy ability appropriate
custom tailored, (not necessarily swiftly,
nor styled harriedly)
confidence building academic assignments
need based (cost free) tutoring
wrap around at our home,
based speech pathology,
Montgomery County Hospital,
acquiring driver's license,
progressing positively (think)
chronological milestones achieved
mostly on target
boosting self esteem, worthiness
validating benefits, viz palliative care
side stepping severe suicidal
tendency unlike her papa
who permanently stunted his growth.
An infinitesimal slight speck tickled
nostril follicle – activated via an itty
bitty, nitty gritty dirt band noah bigger
than a mole luck yule set in motion a
chain reaction, whence mine sensitive
proboscis honker (wheeze - hilly little
bridged fine tuned pug nose aroma
sensor), got unexpectedly in gauged
(in holy matt trim mo’ knee) to achew,
and eschew pledging troth (in favor of
hanky-panky) found this chap feeling
phlegmatic because an endless string
of faux allergic emanations, which
upon subsiding left me throat rather
raspy and voice some octaves deeper
akin to a coterie of celebrated jumping
frogs from Calaveras County, California
took residence and refused leaving
stranglehold upon math rote upon
awakening from a hard day’s journey
into night across the outer limits
of thine twilight zone resurrected
during slumber, yet upon awakening
felt much refreshed and hungry enough
to eat a horse – nee – make that forced
whore – gulped down within a hoof
n hour and now recount how back in
the day when zooming thru the Lilies
of the Valley (whooshing mass elf tubby
an aeroplane) frequent bouts with uber
twittering snapchatting sinus attacks
besieged crinkled, doppelganger expeller
for germs hunting with his clean X
instantaneously for nasal passages
to enter surreptitiously the fecund
effluvia dripping, oozing, and seeping
clear liquid as wintry cold air looses
droplets from out a near frozen nose,
which bloke knows not why frigid blast
stimulates gallimaufry of sniffling
to spurt into a volume of one after
another gesundheit donning, snorting
trumpeting unwittingly confusing
Canadian geese, who misconstrue
the honking from midway centered
facial organ, which angry birds
in tandem with flock of Seagulls
quite perturbed to espy one curmudgeon
chap clapping hands over (what feels
like Smashing Pumpkins on face)
in an effort to stifle subsequent gummy
emissions, which residue expectorated
with heave hoe shove
schnoz el tov blowing into snot-rag.
how could a girl so sweet and elegant, like the most beautiful flower to exist, like the sun
that sets in the east, be able to bring me to my knees, with tears streaming down my face, i
look into those eyes, SERENITY, bleeds from the eyes of thee, we built this bridge from the
northwest down to the south, the biggest smile comes across her mouth, we built this on our
own, now we stand face to face, a picture perfect showing, by the grace of the gods, and
with our own bare hands we built this bridge from the ground up, with the finest forms of
gold, now the beauty is ours, for the two of us to hold, don't let go girl, just take my hand, i'll
place the whole world in your palms, you've given me the ability to stand on my own two
feet again, everything is ours! you wipe the tears that fall down my cheek, that have
covered the skin on my face, who knew the void in my heart could be so easily replaced, the
light from heaven lays its hands down on us, the grace of your hands, such an elegant
touch, this means so much, we built this golden bridge from the ground up. Everything will
be fine. your eyes lock to mine, there is nothing that could have the power to bring this
down, we'll stand here till the end of time! don't lose hope. keep the faith. realize that this is
our place. our place in life. the silence exalts thee, not a word needs to be said, i can see the
story written so delicately on your precious face, your smile brings me to my knees, dear
God please, what we've given to save ourselves. what's happened between us, oceans have
bridged us far apart, nothing could separate the passion in our hearts, the breathing never
got too hard, i look into the eyes of an angel, we've written the pages of our own gospel. this
is a story of courage, strength, perseverance, devotion, and and a woman and a man.
whose backs have been pressed up against the the wall for far too long! now we stand hand
in hand, as the sun beats down our necks, the breathing has gotten easier, now that we are
not so far apart.
Journey Journal Page
MY VALENTINE
(For my darling Ann)
By Leon Enriquez
Valentine’s Day brings a fond trace
A certain way your soul binds grace
In your deep eyes my darling dear
A pulse, a sigh frames love right here
~~~~~~~~~
Poise in pure voice brings joy that stays
With lovely choice in light of day
Here for a while the moments style
A touch worthwhile that clusters smiles
~~~~~~~~~
In space and time a special touch
Make mime and rhyme with words as such
So many years have bridged the gap
To draw you near in love’s mind map
~~~~~~~~~
Change has come round with ageing pains
Still on these grounds joy bears all strain
In language plain a succinct feel
Knows love that gains a deeper thrill
~~~~~~~~~
Faith gathers hope in love’s full sway
To sculpt fine scope each brand new day
We’ve come so far as each year tints
Our lucky stars with textured mint
~~~~~~~~~
Our journey quest upon these streets
With work and rest our story greets
How time has flown with dreams of yore
The winds have blown our ample shores
~~~~~~~~~
Change is the way as time moves on
To sketch new play a tale beyond
So style a smile my darling dear
To brave a while touch that endears
~~~~~~~~~
In heat and thaw let joy breathe high
The truth made raw in lasting sighs
And as we walk now hand-in-hand
Know that death stalks that abrupt end
~~~~~~~~~
Love is the way to live each day
With joy that strays upon our way
Dear Valentine, my love, my friend
Let my love lines shape happy trends
~~~~~~~~~
With mind and heart we live one whole
End as we start to live with soul
The way joins fest to live full feel
Love flavours best fond touch that thrills
~~~~~~~~~
May all our days be filled with grace
Grace shows the way as light funds face
Dear Valentine: my soul mate dear
Now yours and mine deep mystic cheer
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
14 February 2024
Valentine’s Day &
CNY 2024 Day #5
Singapore
No voice is whispered in the void
Explosions inside the nest of stars
Ignite into the operas of the galaxies
Noiseless vacancies full of mysteries
Evolve, remain as vacuous as they are
Space, bridled by the fire balls of debris
To be explored once in the field of vision
That seem to come from nothing
Gone nova moving forward over eons
That follow in the open cosmic sea
Alternate universes yet to be observed
The ones with six dimensions or more
Vacuums pouring out pure particles
Emptying into something still to be determined
Into the unknown as wide as real as motion
To be defined, farther out in space
Farther than the mind can comprehend
Sounds that can't be embraced or heard
Out there, distances between the planets
Is enormous, before and after they are gone
So long measured in the calm before the storm
Reality is not mentioned here or there
Since there is no reference point to find
Too close for comfort as worlds collide
We resolve to change existence while in orbit
Bridged by alternate universes where planets rise
Stars go nova all the time
Elastic in an ocean of provocateurs
In the minus hours of creation
Jagged stones became much smoother
Edges compress in their rotations on
Filled in with shape and form
Earth was born in orbit
Weather forces wear down rocks
One size fits the planet well in gravity
Profound and rounded in ways too hard
To understand or simplify in cosmic terms
Conditions to strange to fathom circumstances
Or describe as fiction from long distances
More ovals on the horizon grow
Escape velocity stretched to the limits
On the elliptic mist where history lives
Rocks expand into the planets heavens
This all happens in split seconds over time
To fall all together from the sky to where we are
In every instant that can be conjectured on
Thought, as reality unfolds back on itself
Where it all began in silent matter conjured up
In the void, there is no noise
Space listens to questions postulated
Over distances filled in by vacancies
Her tattered self in a city long ago
a little girl lost in oceans of turmoil
nobody had known her true identity
the whimsical world looked at her in pity.
She had an agony that none could hear
devoid of strength, joy and love
her wails diffused in white noise
she prayed to her ancestors above.
From a desolate sand dune he appeared
who believed that she was a miracle
he took her along as his own one
sprinkled upon her joys, lessons, insights
pristine hopes flourishing in anxious swamps
he reminded her that she was a warrior
"You don't lose until you give up"
his blissful whispers adorned her crown.
Their lands seemed similar in divine aurora
her captain guided in ferocious storms
their nascent ship went to universes afar
victorious battles of despair with light
an unbreakable bond of love and promises.
He built a kingdom for his little angel
revealing legends of her glorious history,
a princess of submerged kingdom he knew
his tranquil valour remained a mystery.
Alas! She unraveled his secret glitters
a fugitive from the land of her enemies.
How could she trust a masked warrior
detained beyond borders he must flee
torn pages of faith in sandstorms
her sword dripped crimson blood
serenades of magic however vanished
departed messenger in mists of void.
She began a voyage of unwavering courage
his symbol in another parallel universe
proclaimed insane in a whirlwind
beliefs of a warrior in mystic dreams
her lost lands, known battlefields
revived traces in bridged reminiscence
effervescent saplings of his presence
to find herself she fused her essence
bereft yet brave, her legacy applauded
an unnamed warrior remembered for years
at a blissful topanga of azure twilight
his blessings gleamed her silver sword
he'd waited for her to win herself
the warrior who'd never give up hadn't left.
July 8, 2020
Warrior Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place