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Where are the bamboo
Banana husk, dad's stone chair
Mom's vegetable pots.
Where are the rice fields
Peanuts, peas, potatoes
Corn, cassava, sweet and tamarind.
Where is my childhood place
I look for every sunset
Just look out at the simpliest things.
Now I have to fill up everything
To open up the road, open everything else
Why I am not happy at all.
This is the progress you said
Converting farmland to townhomes
Why choose the mountain anyway.
My heart breaks seeing greediness
Easy money dislocating happiness
On the lowly and the unprotected.
How long avarice living the land
Of simple living hide in the sun
God forbade how small conscience is.
Is urbanization answer loophole minds
In the lowland of wizardry breed
Is this what Third World country thinks.
June 20 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 13
Key Verse – Proverbs 13:1 A wise son heareth his father’s instruction: but a scorner heareth not rebuke.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR INSTRUCTING ME WITH YOUR REBUKE
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my afflicting selfishness
By Your loving kindness
But also upholding me beyond stubbornness…
Best of all, caring for me with Your goodness.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my vexing transgression
By Your affirming transformation
But also correcting me of my attitude’s corruption…
Best of all, converting me with Your redemptive function.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my irritating iniquity
By Your merciful authority
But also controlling me despite my worldliness-caused infirmity…
Best of all, ruling over me with Your sovereignty.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my humiliating arrogance
By Your meekness-teaching assistance
But also commending me in subduing defiance…
Best of all, wrapping me around Your meekness-anchored deliverance.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my insulting unbelief
By Your truthfulness that smites doubt and brings relief
But also cheering me in my frustration’s grief…
Best of all, asserting to me Your Word-wisdom as principally chief.
Thank You for instructing me with Your rebuke for my debilitating motive
By Your exposing directive
But also fixing me up through acts, heavenly rehabilitative…
Best of all, strengthening me with Your faith-empowerment so active.
June 20, 2022
12/13/23
Secrets still buried
Stories in the wind got carried
Historical accounts occasionally varied
The truth can be sad and scary
We've barely
Discovered much so spare me
The same can be said for things happening fairly
Since the dawn of time it occurred rarely
Causes with a dark past humans still worshipping
The cauldron folks continue stirring
Waters people are murking
So much unknown, instead of starting to worry
I try to find answers but it can't be done in a hurry
Somewhat disturbing
And blood curdling
Could it be water that caused such a shape and curving?
This planet twirling at 1000 mph constantly whirling
Every night tossing and turning
I was hurting
My vision sometimes blurring
Minimal ground I've been traversing
This weed I'm endlessly burning
Toward a fast death I'm hurling
It's difficult to find the right wording
The cycle still circling
The truth is emerging
And surfacing
Energy dispersing
Or combining and converting
Then it starts surging
To some it's unnerving
During my time on Earth I'm searching
No matter if others are deterring
I'm still unearthing
Sometimes smirking
Nearby curbing
I'm determining
It can never be found by purchasing
It's concerning
For so long people have been serving
Evil always lurking
Showing no mercy
I'm constantly learning
During this journey
No adjourning
The hands of time turning
There's endless controversy
That's occurring
It's not always working
Such concepts use to irk me
(Birds sing above Earthlings) or (birdies chirping above earthlings)
It briefly takes the mind off the worst things
Yet I still feel like cursing
Toward no destination I've been surfing
Mind all over the place still swerving
For more I'm yearning
Something inside churning
A fool splurging
Yet again swirling down the drain go my earnings
I still can't get it right even after rehearsing
What a joke feeling like a ghost the recipient of shirking
How am I already not on a gurney?
THE FESTIVAL OF SAMHAIN
It began at the end of Summer,
Marked the end of Harvest Season.
It's not the name of a Celtic god,
As some thought for some reason.
Samhain is a Celtic word and is pronounced (Sow-en),
And in Celtic it means "Summer's End",
It's the way they marked their calendar year.
The way their New Year begins.
When the Potato Famine hit Ireland,
Many folks left it seems,
Bringing with them their traditions,
Of Samhain and Halloween.
Folks dressed themselves to trick the ghosts,
To look like one of them.
If the ghosts get you they'll take your soul,
And then your troubles begin.
Some spirits disguise as humans,
As beggars who knock on doors.
If turned away empty handed,
You'll be haunted and cursed and more.
During this time they stayed close to home,
So as not to offend those who came.
Leaving food by the door they huddled inside,
T'was no celebration, Samhain.
Pope Gregory I gave it Christian context,
Converting standing non-Christian traditions,
To early midievil Christian beliefs,
In Saints to make simpler transition.
After mixing Celtic spirits with the Saints,
He designated All Saints Day, (Nov.1st.)
But the old beliefs did not die out,
In the minds of the elders it stayed.
Oct. 31st was All Hallows Day Evening,
The night before All Saints were revered.
This later was known as Halloween,
At last something no one would fear.
November 16 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Acts 9-10
Key Verse – Acts 9:6 … Lord, what wilt thou have me to do? And the Lord said unto him, Arise, and go into the city, and it shall be told thee what thou must do.
FAITH IN GOD WHO ENABLES US TO ARISE
God enables us to arise, giving us heavenly wisdom
Toward seeking first by faith His kingdom
In our desire to enjoy salvation-freedom
Midst worldliness’ ignorance and humanism’s boredom.
God enables us to arise, granting us divine understanding
Toward reading by faith His Scriptures of truth’s finding
In our devotion to learn from Christ’s love, always attending
Midst fake news and rumors, socially trending.
God enables us to arise, instructing us with His Word’s knowledge
Toward applying by faith His precepts we mindfully acknowledge
In our decision to abide in Biblical standards’ privilege
Midst intellectualism and logic’s reasoning espoused by any secular college.
God enables us to arise, teaching through His perfect workmanship
Toward labouring by faith in producing acceptable fruits of stewardship
In our diligence to harvest service-yields through His partnership
Midst slothfulness and complacency that hinder real worship.
God enables us to arise, converting us along His miraculous transformation
Toward manifesting by faith proofs of our Christian conversion
In our dedication to win souls and build lives with His compassion
Midst trials and hardships in ministry-function.
God enables us to arise, bringing to us triumphant revival
Toward doing His will by faith while waiting for His arrival
In our delight to serve Him beyond temptation-survival
Midst doubtfulness’ upheaval and unbelief’s interval.
God enables us to arise, empowering us by His authority
Toward living for Him by faith along His magnificent sovereignty
In our declaration to exalt Him upon His truth’s certainty
Midst the Holy Spirit’s guidance and enabling capacity.
November 16, 2025
He silences the heart who is afraid,
with gentle promises He’s made…
He delights in the spirit who gives,
those whose dream still lives…
He destroys the darkness of pain,
with grace that quiets the rain…
He remembers the heart who believes,
despite the sorrow that grieves…
He never lets anyone down,
expresses the greatest love around…
He heals the heart who is hurting,
introducing hope that’s converting…
He restores the broken from their weeping,
revealing a magnificent that is worth keeping…
He erases the shadows with His grace,
creating a song that hearts can’t replace…
He delivers the soul from eternal destruction,
rebuilding a life through amazing reconstruction…
He abides on the inside, where He heals us,
pursuing the hearts whose adoration we’ll discuss…
He is the answer to my prayers, forever there,
because of His love, I’ll never need to despair…
He leads the spirit to a paradise of hope,
fulfilling expectations so hearts can cope…
He is wiser than the sun, shining in the sky,
promising a love that will never ask why…
He smiles on the dancing leaves of autumn,
reassuring those who have hit rock bottom…
He is the peace that puts the soul at ease,
beautiful devotion can be felt in the breeze…
He colors the lives of those He loves deeply,
with hues of creativity that inspires completely…
He is my whole world, my life, my reason,
without Him, my heart is out of season…
He happens in the trembling moments of joy,
sharing a kindness that will never annoy…
He is the whisper, the sigh, the breathtaking,
astonished by this love that is truly earthshaking…
He is my hope, my faith and my peace…
I know – I must decrease so He can increase…
He is the answer to all the prayers I’ve prayed,
cherishing this love that can always persuade…
He is my life, my love, my everlasting,
grace this good assures that love is the forecasting…
He kindles a faith that is so amazing,
because of Him, my heart is ever praising!
Sigh no more- by William Shakespeare
Original one ...
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never,
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be your blith and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe,
Into hey nonny, nonny
Sigh no more ditties, sigh no mo
Of dumps so dull and heavy
The fraud of men was ever so
Since summer first was leavy,
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be your blith and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe,
Into hey nonny, nonny
Kimo form - 10/7/6 written by me , inspired by , poem 'Sigh no more' by William Shakespeare
Men known for inevitable beguile,
Why lament for betrayal ?
Don't ever lose your sheen !
O girl set your emotions to repress,
Let go of him rather grieve,
Retain alluring been !
Inconstant affections keep them going,
Why take delude to your heart,
Girl ! it's in their nature !
Written on 2/7/14
Contest- Prose vs poetry and classics
Sponsor- Jerry T Curtis
Awarded 3rd place
My God is marvelous, mighty, merciful Master
Infinite, infallible; yet, loving me indeed
Teaching me His Word of triumphant truth
Cleansing, converting me toward Christlikeness
Hoisting my faith for service and good works' height.
Listening to Christ, I'm learning great lessons
As He assures me His sovereign authority
Unfailing, He upholds me to be unwavering
Restoring my soul* for my revival
Inspiring my spirit by His instruction...
To Him I yield my all with blessed thanksgiving
Offering my best midst His granted opportunities.
*Psalm 23:3 He (The LORD) restoreth my soul...
December 19, 2019
Dear Mitch,
God be praised and thanked for your life devoted to the Lord, by His grace, through His might, and for His glory.
November 9 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Corinthians 8-10
Key Verse – 2Corinthians 8:1 Moreover, brethren, we do you to wit of the grace of God bestowed on the churches of Macedonia.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR YOUR BESTOWED GRACE ON ME
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your blessedness
By Your faithful greatness
Midst sinfulness’ afflicting terribleness
While assuring my soul with perfect salvation-wholeness.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your beatitude
By Your virtuous fortitude
Midst carnality’s tormenting attitude
While filling my heart with worshipful praise-gratitude.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your bounty
By Your abundant generosity
Midst poverty’s smashing calamity
While filling my needs with ready provision-security.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your benefit brand
By Your biblical command
Midst covetousness’ destroying demand
While supporting my commitment with grand wisdom-stand.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your beautification
By Your holy function
Midst iniquities’ deforming motion
While converting my character with miraculous righteousness-transformation.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your bliss
By Your warm fellowship I must never miss
Midst problem’s disturbing hiss
While affirming my service with commendable diligence-practice.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace upon me with Your bracing
By Your powerful enforcing
Midst sorrows’ oppressing cursing
While strengthening my faith with mighty help-fencing.
November 9, 2022
Maleficent was frankly and nefariously magnificent
Evil to her very bones, she had gigantic evil stones.
No one else would blatantly maim and kill.
The way she did, with happy thrill.
Hunting down whoever wronged her, was deadly Maleficent.
Smacking them down left and write, killing as she went.
She was not invited to the castle for the baby’s christening.
Brought herself in from the bowels of hell, devils hands listening,
She wanted the ugly newborn to die, and she was determined to help.
She made it her mission to give her a gift that had everyone all atwitter.
She searched for her for sixteen years, with her trusty crow Dead Kelp.
Those ugly faeries infuriated her, she called them Pip, Pop and Pitter.
Maleficent had many killing ways, but her favorite was the wheel.
Here was how her evil mind worked, this is pretty much the deal.
The princess would prick her finger and fall down hard and dead.
Her face would turn green and ugly, and her eyes would roll back in her head.
Those flipping faeries stole her wish, converting it to something better.
So damned mad, she was ready to kill them too, she sent them a mean letter.
The spinning wheel trick did not work as well as Maleficent had hoped.
The stupid princess did fall down though. Looked like she’d been doped.
Castle slept for a hundred years, but one day Maleficent woke up quickly.
A handsome prince on horseback was chopping down the vines so thickly.
She turned into her most evil self, a dragon with third-degree fire.
He met her at every turn, was frankly endowed with super power desire.
I am sad to say he killed Maleficent, and Dead Kelp Crow, her pet too.
This is how these crazy fairy tales always end, so what could poor M do?