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Death, you are everything ugly
Unavoidable doom you are
You are mean and unfair
For you rob the cradle
Scare everyone, young and old
So you claim your potency
Death, you aren’t surely corruptible
Else kings and presidents would survive
You courageously knock at their doors
You owe no respect to anyone
And no one hides from you
For you and your soldiers are vigilant
Friendless and brotherless you are
People, animals and plants fear you
For you remove one by one heartlessly
Children on breast you sway
For you have no heart and brain
Yet you know who to take today
Death, had I had power
I’d create a court or an army
That could surprise you
By hunting you day and night
Defeat and root you out the world
So broken hearts are mended
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Space
No beginning - no end
No sunrise - no sunsets
No edges to curl back or peek behind
Light living in darkness
Tumultuous fire –cinders of ice
Thunder and silence
Volatile and stoic
Unfathomable depths – reachable stars
Empty – star-spangled
Orbits - oblivion
Planets - astral plains
Stellar nebulas – streaking comets
Constellations – red dwarfs
Airless - atmospheres
Seen - eclipsed
Nature’s laws enforced – black hole rebellions
Blue marble of life - stillborn moonstones
Corruptible – not unchanging
Mysteries – mystical
Calendar of time - journal of the eternal
No beginning and no end
1-12-2021
Contest: Musings on Space
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Totally, I fear that you'll take away my childhood hopeful cheer...suddenly, doused in dismay while getting tricked into thinking you were telling the truth, taking everything so serious, resulting in utter amusement and blushing aftershocks and oopsidaisies that grow from the ground to the sky...being sensitive and naive all the same; I put it in God's hands when I am weak and frail...I don't do revenge when you do corruptible things right behind my back...you stabbed me with loathe and you mended my heart with light-hearted, half-hearted luv from abuv; I've done everything I can to save you from hurting yourself, but you simply wouldn't take heed to my reasons of why you should live, not in harm's realm and thought-process..you are making progress, healing from the hurt you've inflicted yourself with for many years with the grievance of a trillion tears...God will see you through and award you for all the good you've done if He hasn't done so 100% yet...I bet I don't make a lot of sense, but I make up the lines as I go without using my typical common sense...I am cleverly intelligent, not foolishly dense...pensive times have pushed my limits of repenting and I contemplate on good and evil...I despise adoring the doing of bad habits...I'm addicted to the resentment and their childish fits...I need help, so I'm on my knees and Yelp...
Death, you are everything ugly
Unavoidable doom you are
You are mean and unfair
For you rob the cradle
Scare everyone, young and old
So, you claim your potency
Death, corruptible you are not surely
Else kings and presidents would survive
You courageously knock at their doors
You owe no respect to anyone
And no one hides from you
For you and your soldiers are vigilant
Friendless and brotherless you are
People, animals and plants fear you
For you remove one by one heartlessly
Children on breast you sway
For you have no heart and brain
Yet you know who to take today
Death, had I had power
I’d create a court or an army
That could surprise you
By hunting you day and night
Defeat and root you out of the world
So broken hearts are mended
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Some see hope is just a four-letter word
Vulgar a profitable and annoyance just
And seemingly torturous void but just as love
Love is also a four-letter word we put them both
Both together what have you heard
Violent abundant separated confusion lust
A lasting yet prominent non delusion virtuous
Do find The prominent measurement of time corruptible me the lip of the TV corrosive rain down from above and what of Lucifer yes he's the most beautifulness of all that's so endearing so I'm clearing he too had a different veering I'm trusting The Vault of righteousness jealous incapable of being decisive but yet you're fighting separated alluring prominent prideful a murderer or a liar can he to be redeemed like Mortal man or is he already chained up and abandon in this war we rage the rage is one when all is said and done what we have left is hope and love
5/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he.
So is the he that a man thinketh
and becometh
as perishable
corruptible
dialogues infinite and resistant.
Universal universe spreads open
nonexistent legs to reveal the womb of creation.
Birth comes to ideas
and desires manifest
before and with
the blades of grass
on desert sands.
All to bow before mountains
formed before monkey-men
glimmered in her All-Seeing Eye.
Who dares to free the Jinn
from its eternal abode?
For man's mere whim,
she concedes and grants
all that the blood pump
could ever
would ever
desire.
As a man thinketh so is he.
All that is
all will ever be
and begins in the sparking,
invisible,
imagination of meat and bone,
dust and stone
doing apache summersaults.
Form:
Magnificent and marvelous earth - an abode of ----------------HEAVEN
Obsigning man to live a life in peaceful secure------------------HAVEN
Thriving well to luscious fresh fruits and air surely -------------WILL
Home and support the best possibility of life, humans -------- BE
Enjoin! Counteract global warming and pollution-------------- PRESENT
Remember, each day IMMEDIATE ACTION is NEEDED NOW--- HERE
Elevate awareness! Empower all resources! ------------------- PRESERVE.
Abstain from greed and corruptible acts, instead, ------------- RESTORE
Resurrect nurturance and sensitivity, pour out nothing but---- LOVE
Torment the devil and be like that of a compassionate--------- MOTHER
Hunger! Thirst for better living here on our one and only ------EARTH...
By
Olive eloisa
5:17 pm
April 22, 2014
CONTEST: ACROSTIC/ END LINE WORD
SPONSOR: JARED PICKETT
HONORABLE MENTION.. :) PRAISE God!!!
"Enter by the narrow gate: for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it. "Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it. Matthew 7:13, 14
For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who suppress the truth in unrighteousness. Romans 1:18
Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools, and exchanged the glory of the incorruptible God into an image made like corruptible man--and birds and four-footed animals and creeping things. Romans 1:22,23
Therefore God also gave them up to uncleanness, in the lusts of their hearts, to dishonor their bodies among themselves, who exchanged the truth of God for the lie, and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever Amen. Romans 1:24, 25
But in accordance with the hardness and your impenitent heart you are treasuring up for yourself wrath in the day of wrath and revelation of the righteous judgment of God, "who will render to each one according to his deeds". eternal life to those who by patient continuance in doing good seek for glory, honor, and immortality; but to those who are self-seeking and do not obey the truth, but obey unrighteousness--indignation and wrath, tribulation and anguish, on every soul of the man who does evil to the Jew first and also of the Greek; but glory and honor, and peace to everyone who works what is good, to the Jew first and also to the Greek. Romans 2:5-10
***For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 6:23 Cross reference Eph. 2:8,9
***All Biblical scriptural references are from the NKJV
All of my love, my life and my dedication to
Christ Jesus.
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/October Country
June 23, 2026
I am resigned.
I was once full of neoteric life, fresh as morning dew.
Blank as a hardened sponge waiting for that morning, to
soak in all this life.
I was curious and surprised by the innocence of young creatures. Playful, and distracted by all the colors, flavors, scents, sounds, and textures whirling around me. I was but one drop of water yet presumed myself the storm.
I was then full of new life within my growing awareness. I was the life giver. The female womb, ripe as fruit from the tree. The planting of which was forbidden but irresistible in its passion and pleasure.
Life and death growing inside me.
I was then blind sided by reality, by my insignificant self.
I lost the morning dew, I lost the fevered curiosity, I lost the ego.
I was left with cold questions and fear. Knowing myself to be corruptible.
I became the seeker, the hunter, the collector of truth.
The water dried up, hardened the sponge once again with no more mist or dew to soak in. It was not for me.
The colors no longer distract.
The flavors have lost their savor.
No perfume in this decaying stillness.
I am deaf to their noises, and they shrink from my touch.
I am resigned to listen to my own thoughts… of what is to come.
I am resigned.
In my youthful days of success,
None dare bare witness;
Lest I become known,
And they, the less.
Spiteful ire
Behind the mask of friend,
In mine absence conspire
To bring a shaming end.
But fate portends
See ye now, Thus I know
Thou enemies from afar
Come close not as foe,
But as liegemen of par,
Thy flag breaks upon the bar
Upheld by falsity
And unabashed cruelty
Welt and scar.
The people know thee,
And for that which ye stand,
Leave hence, this humble venue,
By mine and their command.
There is none here nor corruptible soul
That would kneel before and follow
Such as Thee and Thine.
Leave us to victory's feast
And wine.
And in those days
Honor held sway;
What happened, if I may
That leaves us carry on
In such a disdainful way?
It taints the very air
Of honor I breathe,
And I fail to believe
Even the things
Mine own eyes doth see.
Ere flying pigs flapping angels' wings
Would be of less paltry things
To see as mind takes liberty
To the brink of ill reason.
Thy court is riddled with treason
And treason's heirs;
From whence hath thou lost hands
Upon thy affairs,
To let the state fall to such a state
To let the kingdom deteriorate?
So, in the fleeting breadth of my slumber
I awaken to find old enemies
Wallowing in the beds of allies.
The pale sallow as democracy dies,
But ere holds for the heroes' saving blade
Fall curs to all hells and be lowly laid.
And swelled in fires of dignity and truth
Have at thee, and forsooth.
And so the battle raged
And yet rages;
Players prance and fawn upon the stages
As we look on, too shy to play our part,
Feeling the pangs in our heart
To bring the play to an end.
To trade the enriching enemy
For goodly and true friend.
To transcend reason's stalemate
And by heart and by might,
Make things right again;
We can do it.
We just need begin.