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Last night my tortured mind did wander
Imagined all the Hollywood starlets
Wanted to squeeze me and cover me with kisses
My body was their ultimate target
Now I know I have this amazing physique
Young girlies would really die for
But we all must conduct ourselves with order
There's enough of me to share and more
Long as my heart is able to hold out
My all night stands still apply
The stamina I possess is famous worldwide
Some would love to love like this guy
They're writing books bout my incredible stamina
How I'm able to go on for hours
It all comes down to an oversexed libido
That gives me these extraordinary powers
Seriously thinking of loaning myself out
At five hundred bucks per session
Taking requests by email and by phone
But I must be in bed by eleven
Can't have girlies under my blankets past eleven
Need my beauty sleep every night
To get ready for another day of teaching sex
But whoa, what a great life despite
January 6 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 16-18
Key Verse – Genesis 16:13 And she called the name of the LORD that spake unto her, Thou God seest me: for she said, Have I also here looked after him that seeth me?
FAITH IN GOD WHO SEES US
God sees us toward our eternal salvation
For our redemption, far from hell’s condemnation…
Focused to praise Him, we thank always His protection
Finding by faith His favour inside His will’s perfection.
God sees us toward our exceeding blessing
For our submission, far from afflictions’ cursing…
Filled with His presence, we abide upon His love’s raising
Finding by faith His fire of revival in our faithful pressing.
God sees us toward our walk along covenant-fulfillment
For our settlement, far from fleshly humanistic establishment…
Framed upon His strength, we pursue for character-refinement
Finding by faith His freedom to obey His commandment.
God sees us toward our heartful gladness
For our rejoicing, far from everlasting perilousness…
Fueled up by His Scriptures, we bear fruits with divine productiveness
Finding by faith His fellowship’s goodness in our worship’s wondrousness.
God sees us toward our holy appearance
For our humble conduct, far from proud stand of selfish arrogance…
Fixed upon His might, we face challenges with His assurance
Finding by faith His commendation in His work’s abundance.
God sees us toward our commitment in our prayer time
For our righteousness, far from iniquities’ noise of deafening chime…
Fenced around His pardon, we seek His approval, graciously prime
Finding by faith His treasures that can’t be paid with great dime.
God sees us toward our satisfaction in heavenly endeavour
For our ministry-involvement, far from failures due to wasted fervour…
Furnished by His Word, we feast on His provisions’ savour
Finding by faith His best as we taste constantly His sufficiency’s flavour. Amen!
January 6, 2025
This is about a dove both old & new
whom I loved
through & through
She's coming through like a wave in
tidal form that can only be surfed
from 5 to 2
She lives only in rooms I've tucked
away within a heart
that's gone away
Memories spin the block night & day
out of control like thoughts
gone astray
Weak thinking about her touch for
many days until it came to
an end like Saturday
She brought color to my vision in
many ways until shade
made the optics go away
I saw clearly from the day she
looked away hiding her eyes
in a shy seductive way
We weren't ready for the way it
made us feel when we took
that hit from Cupids stray
Still connected like the net that
reeled us in so we'll never
be apart or separate
I'm seeing visions of a web of
sticky things that our passion
was meant to eviscerate
These words are meant to
commemorate a flame that was
ignited long ago
Eye to eye we meet in unspoken
tones but listen to this song
with loving notes
I conduct this symphony with
closed eyes thinking of her like a
dream of past times
Ever present I can remember those
past times as if they are here
in real time
This is an ode that ages like fine
wine & never gets old
like immortal bodies
We're intoxicated on higher levels
in real time that will never
be sobered by anybody
It's an amazing thing that I have
the word of the eternal God in my hand
this is indeed divine revelation
my faith in God on this I stand
God through this word keeps me true
having learned the holy scriptures so sound
firmly believing all it has revealed
continuing to believe doctrine to ground
My life's been changed by God's word
having now a righteousness not my own
one by faith dwelling in Jesus Christ
the word itself truly has been sown
The grace of God is my anchor
no matter the struggles life brings
I know HIs grace is always sufficient
flying down to lift me on spirit wings
Faith in God brings real transformation
changing one's heart to love what God loves
the word of God brings faith to one's soul
fitting so well into our spiritual gloves
("You, however, have followed my teaching, my conduct, my aim in life, my faith, my patience, my love, my steadfastness, my persecutions and sufferings that happened to me at Antioch, at Iconium, and at Lystra—which persecutions I endured; yet from them all the Lord rescued me. Indeed, all who desire to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted, while evil people and impostors will go on from bad to worse, deceiving and being deceived. But as for you, continue in what you have learned and have firmly believed, knowing from whom you learned it and how from childhood you have been acquainted with the sacred writings, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus. All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, equipped for every good work.")
2 Timothy 3: 10-17(ESV)
I am riding through the Borderlands
That place of harsh, arid beauty
Carrying out observation for
This period of detached duty.
It is that time of day,
The setting sun at my back
And my sensors tell me aliens
Are following my track.
It is time to sleep
Until first light;
There is a time to run
And there is a time to fight.
Tomorrow will tell
Which it will be.
Tomorrow may be
The proving of me.
The code of conduct tells me
Only to kill as a last resort
But I am here alone
With no resort to any support.
Did the writers of the Code
Ever face the prospect of strife
Did the writer of the Code
Ever have to risk their life.
The sensors will warn
When the aliens are near
Automatically broadcast
A warning they will hear.
Tomorrow in these Borderlands,
This place of harsh and arid beauty,
Will it be talk or fight
In the performance of my duty.
I will be the Cricket World Cup Champion in 2024.
Though I know nothing, even of a simple score...
I'll do Sirsasana (yoga on the head pose).
At my collapse, I will touch the ground with my nose...
What if I wear my undergarments upside down?
Yeah, my torn touser might make the moralists frown...
My dealings with people may be like those of cats.
I don't know yet; they'd be scared of me like house rats...
Crying Competitions I will conduct with friends.
Less sadness there will be, but, surely, more nonsense...
'Fight for fun' will occupy a part of each day.
Friends will be free to fight with bray or bubble spray.
All Fools Day will adorn each morning like fresh dew.
though, as the day goes by, it will stay out of view.
Fun and frolic will be components of the year.
Each and every moment must be a bomb of cheer.
There are always doubts burrowing
Evading, stinging as they cling
I began to whimper in their tremors
Bleating like a lamb
With a sinking heart
And as I sobbed in the light of
Pain's accustomed reality,
I forgot how starstruck I was
I forgot how, impassioned,
In love I was, with faith
Before long,
I was plummeting so fast
Below the earth,
Debris scratching me
Claws clutching and scraping
A glimmering grin in ancient eyes
As I fell straight through hell
And out of the earth,
Sinking into space
Where I once floated
This crushing consciousness of my youth
Brought me to this solitary place
Leaving no room for anyone to believe -
How much must I age,
For your doubts to leave?
Intertwined in its intricate ills,
Sin slaps me
As I writhe with want
Cutting me out
Sending me deep inside of myself
Welcoming the loss of heart
The loss of home
Bidding goodbye to hope
I trusted you, selfish mortal
No longer will I ravish myself in your lies
I trust only
In the grief of goodbyes
In the embellishing sadness
That always returns
And always feels right
Let me love the way I will
Quit casting shadows on my light
Let me suffer for my foolish conduct
In these endless, heartless pitfalls,
Let me show you why
MY CHILDHOOD DANCED
My childhood danced in wide ambient of suburb happily.
Five to ten siblings making joyous noises, common in a family.
Children were accustomed to run and play with bare feet
in open barren field and lanes, no vehicles on the street.
On access of near towns three buses ran as public transport.
To fulfill other needs rickshaws and bicycles gave support.
No hurry to get admission in school by the age of three
To study at home till age of seven -eight we were frolic free.
Dad asked my aunt to take me to high school where she took education
Guardians of my three playmates requested to take them for admission
We four girls aged between seven and eight were taken to school
That time only English and Arithmetic tests to take, so cool.
Four girls were taken by four different teachers to conduct test
I was sent to Mathematics Teacher to declare my performance best.
She was so impressed I was exempted from going for English exam.
Other three girls got admission to class three, me at class six by Ma’am.
We were five siblings but reared up in two separate chapters
We two sisters and brother in older group, two sisters came later
Older three formed senior group, younger two belonged to be junior
My childhood ran in older group, being oldest I acted always as leader
We played outdoor both at morn and eve after sundown till dark.
Only restriction to be back home when streetlights will be on at dusk.
To maintain discipline, I imposed a rule for all of us, not to ignore.
Last one to be back home must take responsibility to lock main door.
Now senior group is running in seventies carrying life-long load.
Cannot predict who will be the last one to leave earthly abode.
08/05/20
Fourth Place
'Dusty Old Memories' Contest by Constance La France.
The young generation shouts
“we don’t have a navel because we are descended from above.”
We have no way to measure their eccentric conduct
with an ordinary scale, they drink water from a toilet bowl,
they step on a wall to urinate face down and nibble their own flesh burnt under the scorching sun,
they shout mother down
who watches them worrisomely with great care;
they set against their father who reproves their mischievous behavior.
However, the sisters of those audacious rascals have navels,
they wear sleeveless slip-ons because they cannot afford
neither sleeves nor shoulder straps,
their lower garments are time worn jeans
the miners discarded,
its lower parts are gone above the knees
and holes here and there.
They stroll the shopping mall licking ice cream
swaying from left to right and right to left
exposing their navels. The rascals wowed
peeping at their navels, they jump out from the alleys
and admire their sisters’ graceful walking figure;
then, they say “if I have a navel,
I should have a home to return like the others,”
though they always assert uglier is fairer
and crooked is straight.
I suppose probably they have a body temperature
like all others, you and me.
This democratic republic, where most of us
Have toiled through and reside.
Is the most difficult, complex, and lethargic
System, that's ever been contrived.
It requires an educated electorate, with a
Committed participation to be heard.
While their legislative representatives listen,
Then work together towards actual solutions,
And their word.
Often time consuming and compromising,
Due to the inherent numbers involved.
Yet for those who value freedom and choice,
It's still the best for those liberties as they've evolved.
What's intolerable, is the partisan politics, where
Conspiracies and blame, top the agendas at length.
As it rips away at the fabric of justice,
Which is supposedly, our greatest strength.
Yet one man and his fervent followers, seem to
Feel that just one party should surpass the rest.
While doing battle against a weakened judiciary,
Claiming innocence all along their quest.
These are the crossroads we now face, where no
Matter the direction taken, accountability shows a violent side.
Since this man, the former POTUS, has so much
Criminal conduct about, he just can't hide.
Ultimately, this decision to indict, lies with a
Justice department and its conviction.
While any failure to deliver this guilt,
Will show our failure through dereliction.