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The Bible told us that the Earth is round when people thought it was flat.
People were afraid of falling off the Earth but the Bible contradicted that.
The Bible told us that the world is round in Job 22:14.
And Isaiah 40:22 is another verse where this can be seen.
When people discovered that the world is round, the Bible already told us that a long time before their births.
In the book of Isaiah, it says "It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the Earth."
People discovered that the Earth is round as they looked through telescopes and saw the Earth's shadow on the moon.
If more people had read the Bible, they would've known hundreds of years earlier that the Earth is round like a balloon.
This proves that the Holy Bible is authentic and that people didn't read it enough way back then.
We need to read the Bible more now than ever before because our world has been consumed by sin.
A glass within a glass;
in that glass, I seek.
A life within a life;
in that life, I find an unknown movie.
Passing distant echoes,
chasing unforgettable letters and pauses,
finding comfort in the words,
searching for meaning in a glass within.
There is a transparent figure;
I confront myself with an unsatisfied appetite.
There is a wholesome attitude;
I return to myself, and then someone is finally abandoned.
I used to curse my glass for a long time.
I used to urge myself to be forgotten.
I shaped myself into something vast:
a life within a body that strides into the unknown.
I contradicted my reflection with a mouthful of pretty lies.
The light reflects like dice in the glass in my mind.
For so long, I have been trying to chase an unknown dream:
from where I stand to where I am destined.
I have become amused
I have become blind
I have become
what I know not breath
You seem illiterate to all my emotions
I stand corrected on how well you read
You speak the truth
You speak with me
You feel the love
I have yet to find
I know it is there
But I let the sandcastles kill my mind
Pathetic me, I long to be with you
I think I’m close but I stand so far
The turbulent one sheds turbulent tears
I miss the love only because they starve
Oil and water
Lust and sympathy
I life and death my way through the sun
Where originates all the pain that leaves
My memory a traumatic sponge and writes to you
To channel a professional liar
How long I have contradicted those vibes
Journey help me, think I'm falling
It's not the love and quest then why?
The fear of pity is always awake
But infinite sympathy is completely gone
Oh my word,it echoes the mind
In total recall as wild as the deuce
So superficial is the open wound
Infection in my left leg
Is that I seek for sympathy and I can't lie
Whatever it is I do I try to think of you
I hope you look at me through patient eyes
The girl ‘ Miss No’ born stubborn ! Since childhood
always acted prompt on intransigence.
Decisive, contradicted , but not rude.
Obstinate and not to be influenced.
Apprehending her opposite reactions,
Parents, free to contradict their own advice
suggested just opposite instruction.
She followed their real wishes, acted nice.
So comfortable on confrontation ,
Each time showed aggression, as observed,
never went on easy interaction .
Getting maturity , she fell in love.
About her love, fiance had no doubt,
but he understood well her ideology.
If he expressed his love, he would be out,
so applied reverse psychology.
Not right to go for direct proposal.
Better to choose opposite direction.
Otherwise he would get straight refusal.
Girl went to meet him on invitation.
Being bold the guy told’ I am leaving town.
Further, our relation, not to carry . I’m sorry.'
Instantly she gave stern look, making frown
and said' I won't allow : This is the time ! We will marry. '
I sometimes attend meetings of our "Seniors for Peace" club at my retirement community. The vice president saw some of my poems in our paper, the Leisure World weekly, liked them, and reached out to me, and I wrote something for her. It remains to be seen whether they deem them suitable for the newsletter. In the meantime, I share them with you, lumped into one poem. I know that many of my kind, regular readers don't share my political beliefs, so I've put them in one place.
Consider a Cabinet Job
You say you'd like to improve your station,
but you're lacking a good education?
You're ethically challenged, been unfairly declined,
but you can ignore your conscience and be unkind.
Any part of the government, you'd gladly destroy
to make America great like a good girl or boy.
You can be loyal to anyone, as long as it pays,
as money's the only thing that matters, anyways.
Then, I suggest you consider a cabinet job,
be Czar of any domain and destroy it - no prob!
Just make sure your term hasn't prematurely expired,
like, if you contradicted the "boss", and got fired.
The Death and Destruction Game
Death and destruction, play the lexical game,
Here's your introduction: though it's all the same,
always say, "terrorist" if it's the other guy.
If it's you, then "make the world safe" would apply.
Cruelty Does Not Impress
In a country, world, or a playground,
we may not like it, but nevertheless,
bullies can always be found.
For some, power and cruelty impress,
but our conscience knows what's wrong
as we resist those who would oppress.
It may be easier to follow along
behind he with loudest mouth or biggest stick,
but, it's compassion, makes us strong,
and thus, we say, "Not so quick -
we'll fight for peace and democracy -
brick by brick".
Addends, minuend, subtrahends... all Greek
to poor student long haired pencil necked freak.
Damned (internal) revenue stream
plus plugged egress
equals flood of woe
torturous suffocation
of biosphere quite slow
particularly concerning one
Norwegian bachelor farmer from Oslo
amidst the bajillions of people,
one common Joe
(cur) just biden his time
pleading to acquire
much needed dough,
attorney General assistant Lynne Costello
sought out to help yours truly
(to no avail)
hoof hound himself cloven
and rent asunder courtesy
ofttimes mentioned cyber outlaws
preying upon (long in the tooth) fellow
suddenly his entire body electric
being deceived synonymous
with the plot of Iago
in my version starring
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
as none other than Othello
punch drunk as Judy
falling down laughing,
roistering, yammering hysterically
and rolling with a stoned Rockafellow,
whose role as a convincing fall guy
convincingly contradicted himself
as an above board underfellow.
Yours truly voluntarily recruited himself,
cuz he haint been rather astute
therefore welcomes
a swift kick in the derrière
courtesy squared off steel tipped boot
knocking the living daylights
predicated on lovely bonehead moment
linkedin to poppycock that did compute
as sense and sensibility
even suspicious to a deaf-mute
leary toward one extortionist
pièce de résistance, he did execute
and pulled wool over my eyes
analogous to snake charmer
playing magic (Johnson) flute
transfixing yours truly
a dunderhead lunkhead punked galoot
who in hindset could not add up
fishy (worm I going)
oh yeah... virtually nabbed
courtesy cyber bandits,
who gane nary a hoot
prying skewed logistics I impute
to wanna hang myself
courtesy suitable length of jute
tied with Gordian knute
gofundme page welcomes pledging loot
to help me (if you can)
with desired great expectation moot,
hence these lovely bones
when cremated will be transformed
into fine powder
more inert than a newt.
proximity was far beyond the reach
of closure departure
destination settlement
immediacy suspended a hung sky
in longitude perspectives
equations riddles
requests gripped the claws in vain
from suffering attachment
torture stranglehold
distance called upon commotion
in puzzlement surrender
gratitude belief
restitution bridged the gaping hole
for restitution destiny
awareness harmony
as the horizon tilted into meaning
contradicted stagnant apprehension
a canopy of scintillating comfort
crowned her roots with wings to fly
in liberation acceptance
tranquility balance
tarred feathers oozed in the sun
skin healed the scars of separation
wounds closed outskirts of despair
outposts became internal delectation
as life reached out and one path closed opened up the journey ...
I write this poem with heart-felt words
Words that speaks the truth
The heart is complicated
Love is contradicted
Men are confusing
Women are forgiving
Children are a blessing
Family is a treasure
Pain is a killer
Sorrow is like the first trigger
Bitterness is a disaster
Loneliness is insanity
Depression is overrated
Marriage is disintegrating
People are misunderstanding
Humanity is disappearing
Children are starving
Yahweh is crying
Man I am running
The world is crumbling
Yeshua is calling
No ones watching
Politian’s are laughing
Nations dividing
No ones caring
Why am I writing?
Mother are you hearing
My words are multiplying
They can’t stop flowing
My mind is exploding
Why am I dedicated?
These words are electrifying
Each sentence is persecuting
Mother are you crying
These words have me dying.
Can you consent at 16 if you can’t handle the heartbreak?
Are you developed to deal with the impact it will make?
when you suffer so much you get lost in the hate,
refusing to accept this is what you helped create
Being dumped means you’re put in a powerless position
and maybe it’s easier to think you always were
but that’s when hindsight can cause a false vision
where you had no choice though consent did occur
And you’re too immature to deal with the fact
you lost the love that you’ll never get back,
stuck living traumatised under attack
and not yet developed to get back on track
Is 16 to young to deal with the worst of it,
maybe at 18 you haven’t the skills for it,
21 might make the law seem irrelevant
making it more about your own development
A 16 year old girl looking for an older man
but when that man’s 30 they call it a scam
one off opportunity or intentional plan
or maybe us men get whatever we can
How can you judge when you don’t get the offer
when it happens to you would you choose to not bother
when you are flattered they want you as a lover
turning it down to be left thinking bugger
if her age at present is above age of consent
then it’s not your place to make a judgement
you say that it’s wrong as you think of her bent
you wouldn’t reject something that heaven has sent
Anger at things that don’t come to you,
looking down on it with a sense of virtue
as if it’s disgusting and not what you do
you’d jump at the chance if it ever came true
when you’re contradicted use contraception
with this opportunity make the exception
feeling as though luck heads in your direction
don’t turn her down she can’t handle rejection
I am deeply depressed
Confusion, hardwork, maximising brain power.
What to do, express it, sure ...
My light has burnt out or dimmed
I can't forego the stress of no results for significant pressure.
Some things help but not as much as it perhaps should.
Cut the melon, fresh, start again after burn out, but however long will it last.
I am not a machine, I am 26 no longer 19, leaving my peak ages.
I smell fatigue.
Despite all my hard work making a difference, it is very tireing.
In the ocean, I swim, looking for ways to educate the self.
Contradicted as I achieve, insulted as I achieve, 7 hours of hard work a day
being insulted because I have my freedom of 9 to 5
Y'know what, actually, push off and I'll do what I want you jealous loser. Or so I
say to my mom.