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Exodus 20: 5- For I the Lord your God am a jealous God
Have ever thought about the jealousy of God? I find it so captivating and thrilling. Human jealousy is based on insecurity and feelings of low self-esteem. I am a very jealous person. When I see my husband taking note of someone, I think to myself, “She’s prettier than I am, thinner than I am, smarter than I am, more engaging than I am”….and the list continues. God on the other hand….burns with jealousy because He is the BEST there is, and for Him it is unfathomable how we could misplace the love that is His due by offering it to someone…or something…that just doesn’t measure up to Him. He is the ultimate in perfection, grace, beauty, character, and every desirable trait. It warms my heart. While human jealousy almost always comes with a negative connotation attached to it, the jealousy of God is a positive spectacular thing to revel in. It just amazes me that the Master of the Universe would even care to win my affection and love. He whispers to me today….”I’m the best there ever was, is, or will ever be. I long to win your heart. I will never disappoint, never abandon, never neglect, never forsake, never hurt, never abuse, and never disown you. I’m your heavenly husband, and I am consumed with a heavenly jealousy when you carelessly give your love away to someone who is not worthy of you. Remember me…remember me!”
Isaiah 54: 5- For your Maker is your husband—the Lord Almighty is his name—the Holy One is your Redeemer; he is called the God of all the earth. Amen!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I've always believed that I was aware of where my thoughts lie
and that they often arrive unbidden, as a foe or friendly ally.
Sometimes grabbing my attention, sifting around in my mind,
even those I attempt to suppress, the ones I feel are unkind.
Do thoughts lead to awareness or is it the other way around?
I pondered the contrast until an arc of enlightenment was found.
I discerned that I'm able to know whether I'm deluded or clear,
and that thinking gives way to awareness when it draws near.
There seems to be a slim boundary that separates the two,
often transparent, like a sheer veil I can almost see through.
I don't think I'd be wise to suppress my thoughts as they arise,
or my awareness may be obscured if forced to hide in disguise.
Does wisdom come to me through thought and meditation?
I believe it does because I feel a sense of positive connotation,
or an intrinsic vision that fills my mind with a spiritual calm.
A soothing measure that heals my stress like a healing balm.
This was my idea originally
then I mailed the idea to Mad TV.
I didn't write the script.
Mad TV did,
but I first noticed the similarity
and S O B Mad TV
never gave any credit to me,
but what do I care. I still think it's funny.
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David Berkowitz was tried and convicted as the Son of Sam killer.
He was your average discarded individual suffering with schizophrenia.
Davey & Goliath was an early morning religious show of claymation
promoting morals of a very religious connotation.
Davey was a boy and Goliath his wise dog and friend.
Both would speak to each other quite often
and the show would generally have the same ending.
Goliath teaching Davey a moral, religious lesson.
David Berkowitz also spoke to a dog too.
The dog supposedly told David Berkowitz what to do,
instructing him when exactly to pull the trigger
and continue the havoc of the 44 caliber killer.
So both spoke to and also listened to a dog
and both were named Dave so then I thought
wouldn't it be an ultimate laugh out loud riot
to combine both stories to clamation titled Son of Goliath.
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Go to the web address below and you will view
Son of Goliath on YouTube.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hb8GBSbBES0
The silence of the lambs is unbearable.
They seem confused; more rather, mystified.
One would think that they're relishing on this gruesome anarchism,
This horrible chaos that is unveiling its dark intrigue.
Their fathers lost their battles with the wolves,
And having fallen down, their blood is being shed
And their blood is lustily being drunk by the thirsty jackals.
And now! Ah! Lament!
Their mommas
Are being sent on the way to the butcher's shop.
Iron cast shackles fasten their feet.
An absurd connotation per se! For sheep,
They do not run in the face of devastation.
Their bleating laments pierce the skies
They bewail and mourn for their fallen leaders-comrades
And humbly, oh so humbly
Do they lower their heads
And accept defeat.
There they go, shyly, following one another,
With tears brimming in their eyes,
Angst tightening into their panged hearts.
And during all this time, their lambs,
They just watch mesmerized
All this cacophony of trials and errors.
Too afraid to say, or do anything
Or too ignorant to understand the gravity of the matter.
Poor sheep-they cry.
Not for their ultimate demise,
As the butcher, smiling sharpens his hatchet.
No, the poor sheep do not cry for their cursed fate.
They weep for the silence of their lambs,
Who just watch, eyes wide-open in stupidity.
Maybe they are too immature to act?
Or too shocked from this disastrous havoc?
Or are they too indifferent to take action
Against this merciless reality?
Oh, the silence of the lambs is so unbearable.
Oh, the silence of the lambs is so unbearable!
I can tell you that! !
Besa Dede Tuesday, May 14, 2013
What does S stand for
Not the best of meanings
Let's learn a bit more
And with synonyms, I'm teeming
Sinister, Satan, Snake
Someone who's fake?
Stressed, Stirred, Spite
Somone not feeling right?
Serious, Strict, Stern
Someone who's firm?
Secluded, Shut-in, Strange
Someone thought to be deranged?
Sappy, Sad, Sorrow
Someone quite holllow?
The denotation is simple
The 19th alphabetical letter
But the connotation is different
I find it must better
The serpent Satan caused great sin
Secluding Adam and Eve from Eden
Suffering and sorrows don't matter to him
For goodness comes from within
Some stupid snake started sin
And he would do it all again
And although it starts with an N
The S is narcissist lies within
I've described her with these words indeed
And like the snake, she feeds on grief
Her sorrows and stresses
She lashes out oh so frequent
Her life made of multiple messes
She never seems to see it
Form:
Someone reached out
and asked me
Have you any tool's ?
A question to which i replied
Are you trying to be funny
or facetious
Why apart from me the greatest
tool of them all
So much so it's become my nickname
As i am both a spanner and a nut
and the box
People dig out to use when
in need of release and temporary
fix to plug a shticky connotation
A sort or sense of D.I.Y for those
who can't help themselves
That some feel sorry and pitty
for but deep down i appreciate
As without it or take it away
from me what else would i have
to live for
This is me this is my life but
granted it's not a life for everyone
myself included
But i haven't come across a tool
in my many box of tricks to fix
or repair the few littke nuts i
still have left
Guess something's like bridge's
we're never meant to be fixed
or crossed
Otherwise there would be
1 tool for everything and
only 1 box formed in the
shape of a coffin
As a poet
you have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up that right.
Anything you say
can and will be used
in the court of public opinion.
You have the right to use
a computer keyboards.
If you cannot afford one,
a pen with a piece of paper
will be provided for you.
You have the right to speak like an Attorney,
to take your readers on a trip or a journey.
Giving them a feeling of anticipation.
Using words out of context or connotation,
or use long words like conversation.
You have the right to give feelings a voice,
to express yourself in every
kind and category of poetry,
or muster a musical group
like the one called Floetry.
You have the right, to recite, day or night
to speak out loud! in front of a crowd!
To make yourself heard!
With the freedom of the spoken word!
To stand and proclaim, to entertain,
Or choose the words to describe your pain!
You, have the right to complain.
Know that for you, no subject is taboo.
Only season your words with grace,
as you may have to eat them,
if they are thrown back in your face.
A tribute to Heidi Sands
This poetess writes poems of few words,
till the last line she holds the rhythmic cards,
where the fluent essence of her poems unfold
the tale of abandoned hearts that needs to be told.
The lattices of finesse of a word artist,
that on her mind’s expressive canvas persist,
shine in our time’s tapestry, her poems display,
carry the connotation of what she has to convey.
Life is so complex, but she loves simplicity,
in its cauldron she holds on to dreams quietly
to transmit what she thinks, for she isn’t afraid.
In narration never hesitates to call spade a spade.
Her verses that rhyme or don’t rhyme,
reflect her keen sensitivity to our trying time.
Its travails she sketches with the rhythm of poetry,
conveyed convivially by the muse of brilliant brevity.
he liked it black and white with no greys in between
even when cracks appeared so strikingly evident
strictly speaking he preferred pink purple and orange
yet when life gave him lemons the brush would not work
the more he stroked and tarred over ruptures and fractures
uncertainty became elusive and poignantly concise
quite the opposite of what he had bargained for with all
the power delusion distraction insecure fear and despair
he knew that the writing was on the wall and yet
the language was foreign complex and would not reveal
meaning message beauty connotation and guidance
as he was blocked into silence depression resentments
all this had been the relentless story of his life and he
could not bear it any longer seemed to have lost all control
a rational mind portrayed it as the gift of desperation
a way forward towards healing perspective and peace
it was difficult to will positive emotions into effect
matters did not fall into balance but skewed misperceptions
what remained was hope rather than mere expectations
and he carried his burdens into an unpredictable but promising future
Dazzling rising sun of dawn is connotation of good day
Graceful face at first sight of day is subtext of lucky ray
Along with the autumnal wind the lavender scent
Wandered grasshoppers on the grassy spikes lane
Smiling beauty in the mustard flowers land
Silently passes time with honey bees band
O these are the connotation of beautiful love trend
No success of life in the lines of hands in this universe
No luck God made for human to live lazy dawn to dusk
Dependency makes paralyzed nation
Procrastination is thief of time passion
These all are the connotation of demeaning life farce
Impeccable talent wins game
Wise teamwork brings fame
Universal unity is the subtext of championship frame
Kill the ego; don’t cultivate the hatred inside
Avenge or revenge there is no beneficial light
Frustration is the pre-suicidal note of life
Greed is the accomplice of immoral tribe
These are the connotation of negative guide
Leave dark, come to the insightful life
Read thyself through the poetical hive
Life is the connotation of free positivity
Death is the connotation of trip eternity
-25/01/2023