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We go all out to fight with the surroundings
But forget to fight with our inner selves
So complex
Embedded with secret emotions,beliefs and thoughts
It pays to or you pay for
When having conflict or compromise
We see only others' mistakes
But not our own
Only when in trouble
Do we see God and his love
Inside our hearts may reside a saint or devil
We're reluctant or shy to show
Our real feelings in public
But when retreat to a corner
We find ourselves lost,confused and puzzled
The world is full of Charms,challenges,confrontations,tricks and traps
Any bad undertakings carry out by you
Will cause regrets
But for you or your inner self
No matter who is the betrayal to God
Both will suffer in the end
I'm thankful for everything- seen; unseen
That every breath since birth have experienced,
Many things I've make heaven and earth lean
Towards the edge of running hope, silenced.
If time will not mind;
Only then, won't stop cups wined
Till dawn... comes it shined.
I'm thankful for that which I have been through...
Every change at a time losing past cheers
To embracing tough challenges anew;
Rough enough to run tarry fearful tears.
If Yes dreams off No;
Only then, won't dare stoop low
Cum struggles to grow.
I'm thankful for everything that I am,
The part of me I lost to drowning fear
To make luck's stake get the best out of jam-
Building up part can't let fail a rare sphere.
If means gets better,
Only then, lot writes letter-
Good enough petter.
I'm thankful for excuses against win,
As an option to hide confrontations...
I struggle to catch up with or try pin-
Accounting for unplanned designations.
If progress gets on;
Only then, won't stop Milan
Until Rome be won.
I'm thankful for dangers that keep me fit,
Every eyes opener alarming weakness
To redeem scar's strength through many a ,
Enough to stage grace guiding happiness.
If fun never done;
Only then, won't long just pun...
Till life be pardon.
Recent confrontations
between older RightWing defenders of orthodox violence
and younger LeftWing liberators for inclusive cooperative peace
and restorative,
therapeutic green justice,
have all been massively mediated
between Donald Trump's Make America Grotesque Again campaign threats
to promote unhealthy narcissistic uniformity
against more LeftWing integrity
of democratic hearts
for liberal humane-divine love.
Personal political experience
has taught more faith in cooperative webs of interdependent compassion
more cooperatively powerful
than competitive walls
of hostile military-industrialized
automated ballistic autonomy.
Rather than an explicitly resilient conversation
about what we hope to healthy achieve
through wealth of compassion
and co-empathic democratic powers
with all natural/spiritual
ego/eco-energetic people,
non-violent plants
and non-sectarian planet,
The candidates for WiseElder defense
of orthodox Business As Usual capitalistic Truth,
when WinWin cooperative GoldenRule confronted,
resisted,
questioned,
by actively hopeful universally democratic youth
for liberally compassionate unitarian liberty
confront a hypothetical Wall
to deny apartheid-wounded neighbors,
Walls overly defensive
for White male property enslaving owners inside
significantly contributing to further pathological sectarian divides
rooted in ignorance
suspicion,
supremacy theories
That White northern and western males
were, and are,
more clearly incarnating King James English translations
of White male God's divinely imaged inspired intentions
granting privileged grace
for evangelical BadNews WhiteMale Elders
Colonizing their weaker, but gratuitously better, half RightBrain minded women
and children
and indentured servants
until we get their Win/Lose ballistic and high-walled defenses
more right
than networking compassionately left
dismissively unmediated
through cynical detachments
more WinLose toward long-term climate LoseLose
than rapturous WinWin,
both short and long-term
ego- and eco-systemic healthy wealth.
What can I say, how can I say it?
I know, but I know not much
I remember, but I remember not all
I wasn’t confused only engrossed
I didn’t go mental just intoxicated
a delusional reality and practical evidence not believed
yet, too delicious to simply forget and ignore.
The staged madness, acted fight
the dirty talks, voracious confrontations
the tearing of clothes, rushing of body parts
the intensity’s stampede and lustful acceleration
combine to create a ring of fire
accepting the action of an erotic volcano.
The mind is still in shock
and words stuck in a hanging elevator.
aggression hardly mingles with sweetness
raging fire not a familiarity to beauty
but reverse is the case in such a master class
as the whole of nature stands still
to prepare the honours of our sexual manifestations.
Creating air squeezing sounds from my lips on her meaty flesh
from toe to knee in a famished fashion
while my hands plough her thighs
way up to her chest’s body guards
propagate deep mourns of her susceptible acceptance
transferred to the curiosity of my weapon.
and the majesty of such an erotic presence
is added by the oily friction of both skins.
All muscles in their hundreds are at work
it’s incomprehensible to know the brain isn’t in command
all charges are at their peak
iIt’s unimaginable to know the electricity wasn’t felt
climax is reached, sweat and panting noticed
but are well deserved awards
of a sweet play governed by the rules of violence.
Like so many times when us youngsters reigned
We got up to so much that we forgot to refrain
Instances, confrontations, non immaculate we be
C'mon, c'mon, come at us you'll soon see
Then it went tit's up as we now look back and tell
Bravado at the time, drinks, drinks, we're swell
High fives abounded, knowing we'd rid the scum
It's now the morning, reflecting, how we'd become
It was his bullying Officer, bullying, all down to such
Each and everyone of us, drunk out of touch
We'd had enough, he'd pushed us to our tether
In panic worried union, we'd suggested together
To a peaty marshy headland, headlights our guide
No thought to he's now lost, to no longer reside
Us, a scraping of shovels, as cowardly tears fall
All down to bravado, whilst the worried still call
Written 02/03/2019.
July 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 96-100
Key Verse – Psalms 96:10 Say among the heathen that the LORD reigneth: the world also shall be established that it shall not be moved: he shall judge the people righteously.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR REIGNING OVER US
Praise be to God for reigning over us by His:
Salvation-granted gift
Sanctification-guarded glow
Scripture-governed guidance
Sustenance-geared generosity
Steadfast standard-gripping goal
Psalms 97:1 Praise be to the Lord for being exalted
above others with His:
Beauty of holiness
Blessings along hope
Bountifulness midst harvests
Brightness hovering beyond heaven
Bonuses and benefits for healthy heart
Psalms 98:2 Praise be to the Saviour for
making known His salvation of:
Mighty regeneration so triumphant
Miraculous restoration against turmoil
Marvelous redemption and transformation
Merciful righteousness against trials and tests
Momentous and meaningful revival for our thanksgiving
Psalms 99:18 Praise be to the Almighty
for answering us through His:
Ordinances always sovereign
Ordination affirmatively special
Orders that are serious for our sobriety
Offers absolutely and superbly satisfying
Orderliness awakening us against slothfulness
Psalms 100:2 Praise be to the Creator
for enabling us to serve with gladness despite:
Criticisms since He cares
Costs of our commitment
Crosses along His compassion
Crises He conquers with consolation
Confrontations while our hearts He comforts. Amen!
July 1, 2024
On a ledge, in trace of paths—
To incandescent tunnels, away from illusive digression.
Voices fade overhead into narrowing echoes of screams,
Amid the mild descent of depression.
I drown in shadows to escape
The mean pressure of society and peers combined;
A judgment of guilt and inequity
That seldom needs to be redefined.
Provocative words—full of rage and fury—
Flow, meandering through my pale ochre imaginations,
Like drizzles on a brusque morning serene,
Abrupt, with no opposing confrontations.
My body sways from side to side as I walk—
Perhaps my heavy heart weighs me down;
Hollow, with no aims to pin down
Failure’s momentum building beneath my feet.
Love keeps me crawling through shadows,
Leaving behind dreams I can never fulfill;
Yet out of the cave, the world opens wide—
A pool of light invades the dark around.
I hope my ascending calls for divine inspiration,
Brewing love, for in it I believe;
For I climb sable stairs to recuperate
Under burgundy solar flares where ambitions breathe.
So give me a rope, that I may ascend
A bit further, to see what lies beyond the Rhine—
Perhaps my chain of broken dreams
Rearranged in velvet swirls that entwine.
That Secret Place That Glows
Now alone she ponders the persuasive reality of emotive vulnerability
The stranger vanished while magical moments persisted and lingered on
Sleight of hand is a nemesis obliged to invoke the dynamics of incongruity
Undeterred are elements of rapture like sand dunes on a distant blue lagoon
Instants in retrospect revealing acts of what transpired provokes no surprise
Depicting scenes of tough roller coaster rides and confrontations with woes
Seeking solace from failed endeavors the heart harkens to own the prize
Courage trump defeat leading her love to that secret place that glows
Penned:
08/03/2016
West palm Beach
Florida
USA
Shaded essence of honesty,
the kind you forget to remember,
neglecting patience,
avoiding confrontations,
merely hoping for the best.
You know, it's really not that hard
to attempt and erase the past,
trust yourself completely
so that you aren't in a whole yourself.
Ripping up your heart,
the half that I once held,
owned,
gifted and cherished
with all the pity I endure now.
You're sense of clarity
is as clear as your fogged mind,
leaving only your rollercoaster-
one you took me on without choice-
one I've been on every single time,
a roller coaster with a merry-go-round track,
I hope one day your mind is clear
and you remember not only the bad but the good
and with that I hope you reveal your true feelings,
decide what you ultimately want
because right now I'm just your rag doll,
I'm merely your revenge,
all because it's what I deserve
and I have no other say.
So please,
before you carry on,
sink into your thoughts,
remember both good and horrid memories,
remember first friendship is the beginning,
it leads to things both good and bad
So please,
before you decide to ignore me,
let me know where I stand
instead of leaving me in the dark.
Please,
forget me not.
A classic metal made of vibranium steel alloy,
An offensive and defensive weapon that could decoy;
Though an illusory creation of comical books,
Had become part of culture with pretty attention-hooks...!
A concave disc; thick in diameter; weighing twelve pound;
Designed and cast by Myron MacLain with caution profound;
Captain America enjoyed its glamour in his acts;
And showcased through it exceptional emblematic facts...!
Embodied with strength that could alter the physical laws,
Bouncy in nature; quite conforming to the user's cause;
Power-equipped to face even dynamic storm-troopers,
Hulk's fists or Thor's hammer couldn't harm it; or hard coopers...!
In using the captain's shield Sam Wilson could not succeed,
It boomeranged; came back to captain; curb did not exceed;
Almost forty four miles per hour speed captain could throw it,
No one could comprehend its curve or shift or harming grit...!
Confrontations mounted; war-like situations arose;
Fight with Thanos did the damage; captain couldn't oppose;
Thanos' power with his sharp double-edged sword broke the shield;
Like Samson's fall after shave, captain had to leave the field...!
Yet, did captain give up his fights ever in whole of life?
His shield had brought him fame; did he ever leave his life-strife?
He traveled towards his greatest goal of eternity,
For a shield that couldn't be found midst taciturnity...!
06 July 2022
Captain America's Shield Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori