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It's to demilitarize Ukraine; to de-Nazify,
Did Ukraine dare attack regions of Donetsk and Lugansk?
Said, yet, Putin; he did not, clear-as-crystal, specify,
Did countries of west arm Kyiv against the Russia's ransack...?
What's truth? Jesus did not ask Pontius Piolet in such vein,
Could all that Putin narrates considered the Gospel-truth?
Total truth was lost in ruthlessness - this was Jesus-pain,
Could Zelenskyy be to hold realistic truths to sooth...?
Ukraine influence in Russia be destroyed, Putin said,
Truth alone wins, they say, is it in reality so?
This, Putin said truth, and, cause why he had to go-ahead,
If truth does not win, where will Ukraine for its justice go...?
Truth is yet, not all; truth, once, used to be devoid of chaff,
Truths of nations of war, need not, bid other nations laugh...!
19 march 2022
Is truth the first casualty of war and why is that Poetry Contest
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We lay together warm as kittens as crystal snow fell outside,
The light of my life stirred in his sleep, murmuring;
It is all clear as crystal now, all the events came like a wave,
He kissed me with lips as sweet as the whispering wind.
Our love a jewel and a rose to treasure.
"Don't go!" I whispered to him as I faded off to sleep, cozy in bed,
Life is a journey with a destination unknown, time is a thief;
Like a swarm of butterflies I was being chased into bitter reality,
The telephone was ringing, ringing, ringing and ringing.
I am lost in a swirling storm of grief, forever.
The voice on the telephone left me heartbroken, shattered,
On a road my love lay dead as the crystal white snow fell;
I am on a roller-coaster of emotions that take me up and down,
The crystal white falling always reminds me of him.
Pages of time turn but I always turn them back.
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March 16, 2014
Poetry/Verse/'Crystal White Falling'
Copyright Protected, ID 03-550-638-16
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest Metaphor Crystal,
Sponsor, nette onclaud, Judged 03/2014
First Place
Do not let the dawn, that tirelessly heralds light, slip from your arms,
The man who sows fidelity with the thread of time, his honesty clear as crystal.
He, who launches flying doves bearing messages of "Good morning" and "Good night,"
Do not let him flee, for he asks, "How’s your day, how does your heart beat?"
Even in moments that seem mundane, he is the one who always stretches forth his thought to touch you,
Moment by moment, day by day, like a shepherd of stars who watches over your inner moon.
Proud ones may blossom in your path, faces carved out, with deep pockets and plaid pleated in gold,
But they, in their rush, do not weave with pale hands memories like your favorite cloak.
Do not wither the crown of rays he has crafted with trembling hands, a treasury of giving both minor and grand,
He who digs his kingdom beneath your steps, wants you as a queen in the palaces of shared moments.
Do not leave him on the altar of forgetfulness for newly gilded illusions, for behind the shine may lurk emptiness,
Keep him in the temple of your heart, for the guarantee of happiness is not found in the fleeting smiles on a temporary face.
Let not the man who with each word tells you he cherishes get lost in life’s grand weave,
For he is the binder of your days, the one who keeps the seams of simple, beautiful joys intact.
Cherish him who chose to be a bearer of beauty and generous in secure arms,
Like not a tear forgotten at sunset to sink, let him shine, for perhaps another will know how to see him, if you do not give him his place under the sun.
Leaves of uncertainty have covered the earth
fallen from trees of anxiety and dread
a path, once as clear as crystal blue water
clouded by ponderous tears in its stead
Silence of laughter has deafened the world
stilled by the smallest of creatures we know
the crashing of cymbals in life’s symphony
has summoned us all to a new kind of show
Yet, for this fearsome of unwelcome visits
we will find sunshine on beaches to come
but we must fancy the sun from our windows
to save for us all and not just for some
I never got to meet her, but she left me with inspiration.
Perhaps I will never meet her, but I was impressed.
Inspired enough to give her a face, a poetic place.
Impressed, because I felt the presence of creativity.
She was both open and honest, and clear as crystal.
Her name was Crystal as indicated on the note she left.
Of her sense of taste and value system, there was no doubt.
I quickly learned from her brief note what she was really all about.
She was about renewal and renovation; restoration and resurrection.
She took an old rusty tool box, and gave it a new life and fresh luster.
Having never seen or met her, we were introduced by an 8-worded note.
Life is indeed many a splendid thing, filled with beautiful people and poetry.
On my car's windshield, her note said, "I am indebted to you for $20". Crystal. No, Crystal, it is I, forever indebted to you, for this poem given
birth by you.
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{The callings of reality is already beginning to drown my dreams
And soon, my spirit shall disperse from The Ancients within
What lies to be, brings a lone journey to believe
No more am I once again to once more be relieved
I desire not this engiven entrapment of time
Am I but bound to a curse to be poisoned in mind
I need you Ei-rian… I’m unable to walk this path alone
Will you not whisper a dream to guide me home?
There is but no one who could simply understand
Even within, comes great difficult to bloodly comprehend
And as clear as crystal vapours, I see myself diminishing away
Only to find I awake to not yet a morrow’s day}
It was still however as dark
Isn’t the gifted time as thought as it be?
Unlikely of sorrows within my heart
I began to recollect what I’m oblige to see
I see my room, I see Ei-rian
Both remains, beyond most absurd reasons
I’m as lost as am I broken
Is there light then, beyond my darkest moment?
As much as I serve the Word
I too, have myself to be devoted to
Yet most every then, I know not what’s heard
To know and not know what more needed to do
I have traveled since, a long way
With The Askance to guide me in the awakening
Yet much so was I kept at bay!
To simply embrace the calls of unwelcome beckoning
Is there a need to serve, I wonder often?
Yet gifted was time I’m willing to accept
Since the memory, I’m not forsaken
True for my love to Ei-rian, I’ll never yet regret
This night, I remain as awake as I can ever be
For come will a dream, I’ll receive in tranquility
……………………………………………
A QUATERNION
When the buds are tender green
And the fig leaves begin to sprout
None will mistake the end time scene,
The earth itself will shout.
Upon a horse,faithful and true,
He returns on a cloud,
As, in the air He comes into view
Every knee is bowed.
The book of life is opened,last
Sin meets it's heart's desire;
The deceiver and the deceived,cast
Into the lake of fire.
Water ,clear as crystal now,flows
Reviving,the once dead;
Those faithful,who Jesus knows,have
His name on their forehead.
A new earth,no more fire,sunlight or sea,
But living water that heals,thee and me.
Note:(ichthys), or XIesoûs Khristós, Theoû Huiós, Sot?r;translates into English as 'Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior'
December 31 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 22
Key Verse– Revelation 22:1 And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WATER OF LIFE
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so pure and clear as crystal
Thank You for enabling me to yield fruits surely immortal
I come to Your throne, my prayer-portal
With my healed soul, rescued from hell that’s verily fatal.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so powerful in healing me from curse of sinfulness
Thank You for letting me see Your face by faith’s pureness
I submit to Your altar midst servanthood meekness
With my humble heart, acknowledging Your highness.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so bright with Your light
Thank You for allowing me to worship You by Your wisdom’s insight
I stay in Your faithfulness, truthfully right
With my blissful state, upheld by Your blessedness’ might.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so convicting along Your book’s prophecy
Thank You for commending me of my work’s diligent persistency
I possess Your seal, confirming Your salvation mercy
With my justified condition imputed by Your pardon’s fervency.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so omnipotent in Your Alpha and Omega reign
Thank You for inviting me to enter into Your gates of divine terrain
I cling to Your power devoid of any selfish gain
With my willing obedience, never vain.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so loving with Your forgiving
Thank You for revealing to me Your Word for jubilant reviving
I testify about Your goodness and blessings I am receiving
With my cheerful heart, inspired by spiritual thriving.
Lord God, You are my Water of life,
so holy in Your virtue-bestowment
Thank You for changing me toward character-development
I wait for Your coming while victorious in my ministry involvement
With my vibrant disposition for Your prosperous New Year-endowment.
December 31, 2023
The earth is like a precious jewel
Full of majestic colours and all
Real mysterious in many ways
Look around you, at the abundance He’s made
Nature’s varieties, wonders and spice
If earth be His pedestal
What must Heaven be like?
It must be spectacular, golden and bright
Can’t think of a better place
To dream of tonight
There have been many messages
From the Angels of light
Telling of its beauty and sheer delight
Flowers of colours never seen before
Golden transparent glazed glass floors
Gates made from pearls of the purest white
If earth be His pedestal
What must heaven be like?
It must be spectacular, golden and bright
Can’t think of a better place
To dream of tonight
Beautiful rivers, clear as crystal
Living waters flowing, so mystical
Leaves for healing, on exotic tree’s
The tree of life, standing magnificently
Fountains and springs, wonderful sites
If earth be His pedestal
What must heaven be like?
It must be spectacular, golden and bright
Can’t think of a better place
To dream of tonight
This magical city, my second home
That’s what I dream of, when I’m all alone
With mystical creatures of every kind
Imagination so pretty, no sense of time
This place is heaven, it’s out of sight
It earth be His pedestal
What must Heaven be like?
It must be spectacular, golden and bright
Can’t think of a better place
To dream of tonight
© Copyright KC.Leake
9th May 2015
All Rights Reserved
There once lived an Iris in our flower garden.
Every year she dressed in a stately purple.
Her strut across the stage of life was brife,
But her tenture filled us with beauty and delight.
I tell you, Iris was absolutely stunning. She
Was the eye catcher among other beauties.
We left her when we moved 2000 miles away.
It's been 4 years, and she is greatly missed.
We also have a dear friend named Iris residing
In the community where we once lived. She too is a well dressed Iris filled with a caring and hospitable spirit. The memory of the day we first met is as fresh as the morning dew and as clear as crystal.
Iris is very special, a precious gift to our world.
I have been blessed and honored to meet many
Wonderful people. Irish is one of them, and my
Life has been greatly enriched by her.
Iris will celebrate her birthday in a couple of days. I only wish that I could just kiss her cheek and hug her tight
On her 98th birthday. So, here's wishing my dear friend Iris a very happy birthday.