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We agonize in defeats, but thrill over the games we've WON.
There's a time and season for every purpose under the SUN.
May we not allow our personal purposes to go UNDONE.
The time is approaching when God will determine the SUM.
Of times and seasons, may there be no pleads of IGNORANCE.
Everyone will be accountable, and there will be no NDIFERENCE.
This is the time, the season, whereby knowledge has INCREASED.
At the end in Noah's day, everyone was forced to end the FEAST.
There is a grieving time to be ill; and a happy time to be HEALED;
There were times we spent and spent; now it's time to pay the BILLS.
In such times as these, mysteries and revelations are to be REVEALED.
Leaders must surround themselves with those who can open the SEALS.
Seasons often have no reason for their malfeasance, and their lyrics do not always RHYME. But there must be a time to understand the TIMES.
King Xerxes and King David, both had and utilized men who understood the times*. Their understandings allowed them to give the right and proper advice to their KING. Sometimes the words of the wise were challenging, often threatening, and seldom did they cause anyone to SING.
Those Golden Seals, so desperately needed in our time, are aligned with the times like seeds awaiting to germinate. We have a date with destiny; the hour is late, but let us seek to understand the times and never cease to pray.
062721PSCtest, A Brian Strand Rime Poetry Contest, Brian Strand
*1 Chron. 12:32; Est. 1:13
If you wish, my dearest friend, as I do
A better world to build, let us build it together
And make it:
Juster
Kinder
Nobler.
Let us lay the foundations of that world that would be
more compassionate and more loving than the one we
Live today,
Not only for you and for me
But
For our children, and the children of
Their children!
Yes, I admit that it is a complex undertaking,
Perhaps, an impossible task, as the past centuries
Have so emphatically asserted
But
There are more centuries before us,
Unborn centuries,
Innocent millennia,
Waiting for a better world to come,
For that
We must not betray their trust in us,
We must not disappoint their aspirations.
Let us, therefore,
Start building this magnificent world of our dreams,
Today.
Tell me, my loving friend,
Is there a finer duty?
A holier mission?
A more righteous and sacred
Pursuit than this?
Is there anything else more inspired by men,
More loved by God?
No, you know there is none!
Therefore
We must not hesitate any longer, come,
Let us dare!
Together, you and I, my brother,
Let us begin this holy enterprise
For
We owe it to ourselves
To our descendants
To the present and future humanity
Thus
Let us lay the cornerstone of
This illustrious structure now,
By
Taking the most challenging step forward:
Ourselves to change!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
14 June 2021
This is for anyone who was ever rejected by their family. It is a deep wound and it's challenging to overcome. But healing is a process and you are loved and cared for by God and His Angels.
I have a family member who was born gay in the 1950s, when it was even more challenging than it is today. He was beaten by his father and really struggled with his identity and self-acceptance. He never managed to live his life freely and with self-love. It's a sad and moving story, and I wish I could've changed this experience for him; but that would require a time machine and a few miracles.
Let's be free of judgement and prejudice. Let's love and accept each other for our magnificent light and humanhood. No one is truly better than another, no matter what we think or feel.
Remember: The Universe needs you. You're special and a blessing.
I am worthy
By Michelle Morris
30/03/2023
You're my parents
You brought me into this world
I'm a part of your family
You're part of my soul
We're connected
Through time and space
Through our soul contracts
Our relationship and soul lessons
As I grew older
Developed into myself
I realised that I
Was different from others
But I knew of your bias
Your fears and bigotry
And realised that my
Authentic self was hideous
To you, to our family
And it made me insecure
About where I stood
In this big, big world
The lesson I had to learn
Was to love myself
For who I am
No matter the doubt
For I am a blessing
I am worthy of love
I am worthy of dignity
Kindness and support
A life of happiness
Joy and acceptance
I know the Universe
Needs my essence
Each of us is part
Of a greater pattern
Sparks and energy
Quarks and atoms
God and His Angels
Guide and bless my path
For I'm part of the Universe
Part of its precious heart
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Finding Happiness
My life has been nothing but a challenge since I was born
My parents were frequently absent from the house
And when they were back from their trips, they ignored me
They gave me enough money for my survival
And a set of rules that I had to comply with
The main rule being never to reveal that they were gone
While the consequence wasn’t spoken of if I did speak of it
I was too terrified of finding out the answer
But then the next challenging stage appeared: School
Here I had to juggle lying to the teachers with false tales
Informing them that my parents were bedridden and such
But that wasn’t the worst part of school, as I lied skillfully
Not making friends with the other children was nearly impossible
They were always trying to include me in their activities with bright smiles
But I quietly rejected them with tears hidden in my eyes
I didn’t dare make friends, as that might open the gate to questions
Ones I couldn’t answer
Eventually, they left me alone as I desired, smiles fading
But they forgot on as they ran around
It was torturous at first, as everyone else had fun
But as time passed, I became numb to this pain
Years passed, and school became a distant memory
And I have yet to make a single friend besides my loneliness
My parents abandoned me after I graduated from school
Giving me enough money to survive a bit
I have long since accepted the reality of me being alone
Until that fateful day that I cherish deeply
The most chaotic yet amazing group of people
They barged into my life without any warning
Dragging me into their adventure despite my loud protest
And as time passed, I felt my loneliness slowly disappearing
I felt myself growing excited and ready for more fun with them
Because of them
I’m no longer alone in my life
And I couldn’t be more grateful for that
So thank you
April 19th 2020 - just an ordinary and typical...
clothes washing Sunday courtesy the missus
Ah... the highlight of our supposed, linkedin,
designated day of respite after a week toiling
away with ennui, yes reader a tower mountain
(rivalling Himalaya's 29,029 foot range), oozes
odoriferous tendrils suffuse every square inch
within entire drab one bedroom apartment, but
invariably contribute to climate changing/global
warming), said domestic chore indulged with a
burst of fervent excitement (competing making
long day's journey into night long to retrieve the
requisite communication with outside webbed
wide world) bring joie de vivre je ne sais quois
weekly highlight to thyself vaccinated courtesy
(against adversity), and valued tough as (nine
inch) nails missus vaunted as Xena, methinks,
she exaggerates bajillion fold dubbing me with
appellation as herr (germane) Hercules, a miss
gnome er, I no longer nitpick amidst these most
challenging times where coronavirus COVID-19
(ironic violent crime plus environmental abuse
nearly absolute zero) engendering loyalty, high
fidelity, assiduity among madding crowd I (a runt
of mill garden variety generic doubting Thomas)
kin Hardy believe me myopic sudden inexplicable
camaraderie between and betwixt ordinary folks,
no matter, we (doddering, hobbling, & kickstarting)
long time married couple (seems like millenniums)
revel when washing clothes occasion arises, despite
modern time saving contrivances (washer and dryer)
available, but all monies larded out to buzzfeed icky
persnickety, rickety,... temperamental wishy washy
machines quickly (said cash & or cache automatically
line silver) pockets of Grosse and Quade, them iz zee
who own living facility here: 2 Highland Manor, yet
purportedly (according to rumor mongers aim to sell
property for fair market price) - just in case ye dear
reader seek to sink (literally) x dollars into formerly
owned Mars redoubt, and once upon time wetlands.
Years of hard work preparing,
Long, rough days and short sleepless nights,
A resolute determination,
And an unwavering commitment
they display.
Countless fun times missed,
A willing sacrifice some say,
No matter the gender,
No matter the field,
Delivering each day
Sincere dedication to hard
work, striving to find a way.
One aim, challenging the impossible,
One goal,
Striving to make a difference,
Saving lives,
Hoping to see a patient’s smile,
Doctors, these miracle workers deserve praise and respect, no matter the outcome.
By Zyrool
5/26
Hope*
builds lives
midst peace glow
vanquishing gloom
to ripple with serene kindness impact...
never retreating from challenging threats
as trust kindles
faith sublime
toward
God…
while
you and
I reach-out
sharing love’s best
triumphant today beyond tomorrow.
*Jeremiah 17:7 “Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is.”
November 14, 2023
5th place, "NO 1259 NEW POEM ONLY" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 11/20/2023
3rd place, "Tetractys" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Ink Empress; judged on 11/18/2023
Poem To My Dad
In Memory 04/17/2018
By: RobertBenThoughts.blogspot.com
It has been almost a year
Since you left us here,
For the heavenly relm
Your reward is clear.
I miss you.
Mom is doing better than before
She thinks of you daily,
She now calls me Bob
I just laugh and say it’s Ben.
Did I tell you I miss you?
The kids are doing fine
They miss you too,
Careers challenging
But they are successful,
Did I tell you I miss you?
The wife God gave me,
She is the Eveready bunny
She continues to be amazing
She misses you also.
Did I tell you I miss you?
She does for everybody
Before doing for herself,
She is like you,
Always-there good or bad times,
Did I tell you I miss you?
Got tear eyed today
Just thinking about you,
Don’t do it often
I just think of the good times.
Did I tell you I miss you?
I’m doing fine now,
I wish you were still here,
I’d take you to the mountains again,
And take you to church.
Did I tell you I miss you?
Don’t forget golf I let you win.
Myrtle Beach every summer,
Deep-sea fishing
Two walks to the pier everyday,
Did I tell you I miss you?
I remember camping
Just you and me,
Then there was Boy Scouts
When it used to be just boys,
Did I tell you I miss you?
There was Mountaineer football,
Mountaineer Classic basketball tourney,
Harlem Globetrotters,
Pittsburgh Pirates baseball,
Did I tell you I miss you?
But what I remember most is
You lived as you taught,
Slow to anger
And a great listener
Did I tell you I miss you?
Church first,
Mom second,
Kids next,
Then work.
Did I tell you I miss you?
You always believed in me,
Even when I gave you no reason,
And you always said you were proud of me
At the most important times,
Did I tell you I miss you?
The apple fell far from the tree
But I’m giving my best effort
To roll it up the hill,
I know you’re proud of me and my family,
Did I tell you I miss you?
Dad, I love you!
Going on a cruise to Pirate Island where women rule.
The men have been taken prisoner where they eat gruel.
They are looking for a pirate queen, a strong minded wench.
I speak Spanish, and I eat my toast and fries in French.
Pirate Island is just around the next bend, matey.
I am glad I finally get to go, before I’m eighty.
There are banners all over that shout out women’s names.
I tear them down as soon as we land. Not playing their games.
The women are wearing black patches and wooden pegs.
I scoff at their lack of imagination which are in the dregs.
I jump out of the boat with my knife and machete.
Challenging them all because I am ripe, and I’m ready.
There is screaming and shouting and they begin to run hard.
I start singing my praises, in songs, for I am a ridiculous bard.
The men yell out of their cages that they think I should be queen.
I throw buckets of tar on them to show them I can be truly mean.
My trusty dragon steed Chester begins twirling up the beach on the sand.
My female relatives begin playing jazz, sounding like a mariachi band.
Pretty soon the other women throw their banners into the sea.
The uncontested evil queen of Pirate Island is once again me.
-3-12-14-
change is a challenging chore
I'm seeking for God's light to dawn upon me
chilled to the bone - I step on a black and white floor
I'm holding back tears that convince me that I'm a coward
I crave change in my life
bring back the light
do me a favor
give me one more chance
I need healing this night
I am kneeling in fright,
I wont start a fight
I won't start a fight
I won't start a fight
change is a challenging chore
I'm screaming for safety's sake
don't let me break
please don't let me break
my life's at stake... give me a break
save me from giving into lies
in my callous past
chained to this depression, I drag my feet more and more and more
Dragged face down on the filthy floor
my feet drip with poverty
why did I allow this in the first place?
how did this happen at such high degree?
or was it all my fault after all?
I must stand tall and I must stand tall and I must stand tall
I told my hands to rest for a moment
I put my head down hesitantly and slowly
blowing out the candles one by one
one by one until it's pitch dark
the ebony crows CAW! CAW! CAW!
that's all I saw that's all I saw
my flaw...and I fall in appall
now I think change is needed
I accept the truth
I put my head down feeling the same shame without a name
my reputation is blown into smithereens
why must you intervene and spill the beans? ? ?
I crave an end to this most shocking strife
change is a challenging chore, yes indeed it is
change is required of us
change is good for us
Change sometimes allows you to sacrifice something for it
I'm sinking faster than the Titanic ship
I need to get a grip
I need to get a grip
I need to get a grip
before I slip on my face
like a worthless disgrace,
choking and throwing up regret
This hardship will pass
Cast out doubt
Stop acting like an ass!
Don't be a spoiled brat - you know what I'm talking about!
You're like a storm
That will pass and eventually transform into a sunny, gracious day
Deleting all dismay and I pray and welcoming change in each and every life
Take that for a change!~~~