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August 16 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Daniel 1-4
Key Verse – Daniel 1:17 … God gave them knowledge and skill in all learning and wisdom: and Daniel had understanding in all visions and dreams.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WISDOM GRANTER
Lord God, You are my wisdom Granter by Your knowledge-sovereignty
Thank You for teaching me with Your counselling ability
For me to be nourished to grow according to Your set spirituality
And to continue along Your grace-prosperity.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Granter by Your supreme kingship
Thank You for ruling over me within Your fellowship
For me to be instilled with discipleship truth for my stewardship
And to worship You, grateful for Your workmanship.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Granter by Your precepts’ illumination
Thank You for enlightening me with Your divine vision
For me to be guided in my virtuous decision
And to cleave to You toward my righteous transformation.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Granter by Your holy governing
Thank You for checking me with Your corrective refining
For me to be nurtured in my ministerial training
And to serve You willingly, never declining.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Granter by Your empowerment
Thank You for enabling me to obey Your commandment
For me to be delivered from pride’s defilement
And to submit to You toward my mission-fulfillment.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Granter by Your awesome wonders
Thank You for making me flourish in Your blessings’ borders
For me to be praise-filled despite evil that hinders
And to reach Your standards of Scriptural orders.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Granter by Your greatness
Thank You for cleansing me with Your righteousness
For me to be sanctified along Your forgiveness
And to excel in Your majesty’s gloriousness.
August 16, 2023
Soundlessly ricochet to and fro
hither and yon
roundly bobbing within squarely donned
talking heads of psycho killers,
one pyromaniac burning
down the crowded house
sparking magnificent conflagration
towering inferno emulating
caterwauling, kickstarting, ululating
(think) stray cats on a hot tin roof
nsync with 10,000 maniacs
intense heat and duraflame
long since eroding
weather beaten soul asylum
strip mining away
vestial trace, hence impossible mission
rectifying purposeless existence
imputed to passive self sacrifice
upon cusp of prepubescence
mystified, mummified, modified,
stilled, lulled, andhushed
obsessively grammatically fanatical
oftimes feeble efforts yielded countless
corrective editing measures
subsequently rendering lame
resultant deplorable effort
despite NON GMO gluten
and monosodiumglutimate free
diet of (hooked) worms
limply tethered symbolic constructs
analogous to dangling participles
scraping, plowing, etching...
imperfect triangulated Hollywood squares
across parched stream of consciousness
former luscious cerebral riverbeds
long since bone dry
millennium since onset climate change
courtesy global warming
blowing in the hot torpid wind
sands of time elapsed
accepted biological demise
forever linkedin with his forebears
birth/death repurposed cycle
activated, demonstrated, gifted...
integration, narration, reincarnation...
biochemical, geological, paleontological...
legacy randomly begetting me
epochal, integral, orbital saga
since time immemorial
fifty plus shades of once ashen gray
well muscled athletic human specimen
oblivious corpse good n plenti
petrified, metamorphosed, coalesced
bleached skull and crossbones
grown brittle when blazing sun's
rays generated aforementioned disparate ideas
jangled, rankled, and zapped
in tandem with bared tiger (no lion)
slapdash pell mell, helter
skelter, higglety pigglety...
germane blitzkrieg rained down above
leaving writer, tortured, mortified, and benumbed
without either sense or sensibility
nor pride and prejudice
perusing discombobulated chaotic
kamikaze lobbed muddlesome nonsense.
Between First Cause and Final Effect
swells and ebbs Time's echoing life
regenerating across mountainous valleys
from Alpha's thoughtful
revolving last Omega feelings,
Yang redeeming Yin's reiterating double-bound investment,
in HERE/NOW
Present pilgrimage
from winter's metamorphic hibernation,
preparation
Falling regenetic seeds of Time's harvest
restarting to unfold again
from barren Omega
back to budding Alpha
Coincidental thought felt cause,
infinite potential effectiveness
riding our shadow horse
of shared season's time
cooperating spacial place
Earth's eco-logical
environ-mental healthy pace
of synergetic felt volution.
God may not grow omnipotent
throughout life's mortal span,
yet evolve loving wisdom's omnipresent time.
Fractal rebecoming explains everpresent
recycling Time,
original nurturing effects,
intended affects,
implied reasons,
corrective rations,
logos resonant mythic resolutions
of DNA's contending recreative query.
My world within a verse:
to fold within that space
(for there the challenge lies)
the essence and no more,
with joy's sweet sigh, my prize.
My world within a verse:
nuanced, enigmatic,
alternate perspective,
dance with the comedic,
entreat or corrective.
My world within a verse:
lyrical and pleasing,
creating ambiance,
triggering emotion,
producing a response.
My world within a verse:
using gifts entrusted,
pointing to the greater,
finding joy in all things,
thanking my creator.
[ Poetry ]
For the Form M - Monchielle - New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Written 04/04/2022
I once had corrective surgery, a hernia operation,
and was asked if I would authorize a scan of my palm,
so that in the event I showed up unconscious during an emergency,
they could access my medical records immediately.
It sounded like a good idea at the time to me,
so I signed a waiver stating that I agreed.
Big mistake on my part unfortunately,
because as a secondary precaution apparently,
in case my palm got mangled and was impossible to read,
I authorized an RFID chip to be implanted in me during surgery.
This was a deliberate act in the field of medicine.
It is getting more difficult to trust any one.
Remember this if you are ever in need of surgery.
Never sign any waiver without reading all that fine print completely,
or you will end up a tagged target, just like me.
She looks through the lens,
a Baltimore Oriole
had just flared into orange sherbet,
but now there was her wide-eyed grin
filling every space left over.
Once as a young man, I dated
a sweet girl.
I called her my ‘yellow ducky’
but even her comical loveliness
had only filled my arms and private parts,
but my head remained stuffed full
of a teenage kapok.
Watching golden eagles,
my long lens growing heavy
as I scan the sky for the false gold
in their plumage.
We used to call females ‘chic’s.’
As a kid, I had to wear
huge, round, corrective glasses
I was known as ‘owl’ boy.
The Baltimore Oriel is back,
it alights on a branch just above you,
blooming again in a frizzle of colors;
you are unaware and keep smiling
into the camera.
My head is a fizz of euphoria.
I bless Baltimore, for being
that golden city in the clouds
that I always thought it was.
Many of you will probably say that I have a lot of nerve,
but Rodney King in my opinion didn't get what he deserved.
What Rodney King deserved was another beating
not a money award totaling millions.
When he finally was stopped, with the police he did not cooperate.
Have we forgotten that he was involved in a high speed chase?
Would you have as much sympathy for him
had he run down one of your children?
His passengers cooperated with the police in every way
and not one of them were harmed in any way,
but not Rodney King. He acted irate
and that's when the so called police brutality took place.
The police then beat the ugly right off the face of Rodney
and now he's never looked better from what I can see
since he's now enhanced his appearance with corrective surgery.
If you ask me,
police brutality
was the best thing that ever happened to ugly Rodney.
Of the distance,
beauty appeared at peace, calmly resting.
Proximity grew closer to this human figurine;
lengthy legs painted in ocean blue jeans.
The thesis statement to male's eyes in dreams.
But those legs...
Those legs were the topic of my eyes
Pupils conversing in-between her inner thighs
The rhetorical tongue eager to submit beneath sun rise
Thickened bridled muscle strengthens to rise
I mean d*** Oh me! Oh myy!
Oooo wee such a beautiful sexy queen.
Envisioning,
If at current, her faucet is running. ..
Slow-ly d
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p
p
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g or simply leak-ing
So the fleshes hydration can be full-filling.
Muscles within muscles while warm liquid falling?
Can we start engaging?
Lips connect; gently kissing... (Pause)
But the guiltiness in the minds eye began interrupting
Spirit intervening
Muscles deflating
Suddenly, no tempting to the extent of no lusting
Corrective vision restoring
Walking through the escape door from fornicating...whew!
As the moon tiptoes in
Eyes close and knees bend
The darkened closet within
Praying to overcome this certain sin
That I indeed struggle in
And that I may be born again
This I pray, from day to day...Amen
INK-U-SCRIPT
06-04-2014
Dear Mom.
It's been just over 25 years since your passing.
I often think of the time when I and my little family
moved within a couple of blocks from you, and we saw
each other nearly every day for three years, never realizing
that a year later we would be 2000 miles apart. It's unfortunate
that I lived so far away and did not get to see you as often as
I would have liked it.
I will never forget visiting you for the last time 2 years before
your demise and I totally enjoyed our time spent together.
I became more aware of your health issues, and you gave
me a better understanding of my own health. Thank you,
Mom, for always being such a caring mother. I miss you.
Mom, that visit with you made living without you all these
years much more doable. When it came time for me to depart,
you walked out with me. I'm sure there were other waves before
this one, but I don't remember them. But this moment of leaving
you, I can see you waving as I drove off, never realizing it was to
be the last wave.
When I think of you, I never cease to remember the time that
I was a young teen and gave my life completely to God. In some
ways, I had become extreme, a religious fanatic without realizing it.
You were courageous, loving, and sensitive enough to guide me to
a more balanced relationship with The Lord. My eyes are teary as I
think about your gentle touch. It was not a corrective touch. You
were simply being 'Motherly'. Mom, I have greatly appreciated the
way you demonstrated spirituality to me. Thank you, Mom.
When Dad passed, I was only 13. When Grandma died, I was 24.
When The Lord called you home, I was 49. I am very grateful
for the added years that The Lord gave me to spend with such
a lovely and caring mom like you. I love you, Mom.
041523PSCtest, Letter to My Mother. Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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Ahh ... day 1 is upon us, and it's fairly
Chilly on this new year.
As I try to collect some warm words,
While avoiding to shed a tear.
Now if tradition is to be my guide,
Following resolutions here to make.
Then my efforts to correct some failings,
Will bear fruit if I partake.
So with some sober and conscious analysis,
This listing grows by volume and length.
Where I quickly come to realize,
That overcoming flaws takes great strength.
Here my thoughts of will power,
Begin eroding and chipping away.
At all the corrective measures ...
After all, I can procrastinate another day.