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The horizon is the demarcation of heaven and earth
It is the distance between time and space
It is the world between dream and reality
It is the comparison of matter and immaterial
It is the place between things seen and unseen
It is the work between mortals and immortals.
The mountains is one of the place of God's secret
Mt. Sinai is the place where Moses was taught by God
Mt. Arabia is the place where Paul was taught by God
Mt. Zoar is the place of refuge for Lot and his two daughters
Mt. Olive is the place where Jesus taught His disciples and followers
Mt. Apo is the place where Pastor ACQ was anointed and taught by God.
Almost 80% of the words of God written in prison places
Most of Paul's epistles is one of them
In the Philippines, almost 70% of inmates
Go to jail without proper trial on verdict
Victim of injustices and face unfair court trials
Few Trial Courts and few Court Justices.
Too many laws of the land, but few culprits
Too many leaders, but only few are excellent
The gap between the rich and the poor is phenomenal
The Illuminati is 1% only but they are controlling World's economy
Only a handful great leaders are born every century
Most of them are born not with silver spoon.
*Image of Spider-Man Marvel Super Hero by Pixabay.
The Amazing Spiderman
Though not considered powerful,
yet widespread by demand.
Comics sold, bankrolls, showerful,
allegiance o'er the land.
Look out, here comes the Spiderman.
Criminals have no chance,
there are billions but just one man,
lockup post song and dance.
He improved his costume and skills,
swings and speeds just in time,
thieving crooks in the act get chills,
serving time for the crime.
Glory and money mean nothing,
those facts launched worthily.
Some cons, but most pros, are buzzing,
thank you's he does receive.
Spins his web, swings rooftops, and on,
culprits caught in his web.
Wherever unlawful moves spawn,
his acts cause crime to ebb.
As a young fan, recollecting,
moments from page to page,
suspense and fun of connecting,
former lad, now old age.
2023 February 04
Marvel Superhero or Supervillian
~Robert James Liguori
*RZ; abab..., & HMS; 8,6,8,6 x 6.
In the same way that a mother when she loses her child. Ask and cry out to God, WHY?
You also ask me, WHY? Right now.
But you are looking for answers and culprits on the internet, the news, YouTube and so many different theories, including even conspiracies. But no, the true is not there.
You will find the answer when you kneel and with tears in your eyes prepared to finally listen to me.
This is the answer if you can understand it and if you really have FAITH.
AND WHY?
Because it is "The Will of God", Because it is "The will of the Divine".
Just as I answer to a mother who loses her child. When she asks WHY?
Because it is "The Will of God", because it is "The will of the Divine".
What else could it be, but The Will of the Creator of the Universe.
"A leaf of the tree does not move without the will of God."
Yes, we are in a war, but the war is not external! The war that I want you to fight is within, here and now.
In this quarantine that you are living in, you cannot go anywhere. There is no other option, or a better time. It's you and me alone. There's no more. You will win! I am here to fight with you, i will calm all your fears (even the fear of death itself), your anger, your need for control and your selfishness. These are demons that afflicts humanity.
Repeat during the course of this day and every day: "It is the Will of God", "It is the will of the Divine" ...
You will not be alone, I will always accompany you in this internal fight.
Angie Milan
The lovely butterfly; exquisite small body and colourful wings
An insect of angelic nature, which the summer brings.
To the landscape it provides its majestic presence
Visiting leaves where it often clings.
He sees that butterfly, on that leaf
It sits for a moment, its stay but brief.
Purpose to him, quite unknown
A giver, a taker, perhaps a thief?
Curiosity leads him to examine the leaves
White specks is what he perceives.
He first wonders what those might be
Then concludes the inevitable, which he believes.
Days later, leaves of that plant in a terrible state
The culprits, the caterpillars, which evidence does indicate.
He curses in anger, and creates a plan
With revenge on his mind, clear now the insects’ fate.
Currently files are being surveyed..The ones that can be seen..Some will prove
To be ' anti-climatic ' i have no doubt on
That.' Some will have harmless content !
They will be discussed as the wars keep
Going, as the unrest bubbles and is reported on by.??? Well the same outlets
Letting us know there is not much that
Bad that happened.? Its helpfull that the
Sounds of rockets do not interrupt our
Train of thoughts..As we contemplate the
Fact that things may well be overhyped?
Like in twenty twenty btw.' I just cant seem
To remember? Who the culprits were.? Was that a war maybe? And if so upon whom.? Thank heavens we have a great information system..Is all I can think.? Oh
Yes another bill to sort out.' Must get busy
With the real imoortant stuff.'
A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.
DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ?? BY Mrs.Madhavi
Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!
Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!
Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!
Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!!
If you don’t play the big three
There’s no way
You should be seen
In the final of the WTC
That’s what’s been heard
Mean baggie greens
Have a word
Indians chagrin din
Simply absurd
Stokes bespoke blokes
Don’t give a monkeys
Run rates slate.. hate
Not WTC junkies
Ignore the pundits in their pulpits
Cryptic critics..cynics clinics
Ridicule the cruel schedule
South Africa aren’t the culprits
ICC flunkies & WTC just
About the big 3
Test cricket divinity
Could soon be
Just an affinity
For the trinity for infinity
Unless they spread some love
From above for every brother
Share the treasure chest
Care & invest in the rest
Actually play each other
Aussies bottom feeder media
Don’t give the Proteas
A feline in hades chance
But no day of the groundhog
This underdog is way greedier…needier
Kagiso Rabada the scheming leader
Of chock a block superstar larder
Stellar steaming speedster armada
Let’s hope the dumb beach bums
Are lampooned buffoons
Marooned by brill Saffa Jaffas
Festooned..spill just like Seville
The WTC may be slightly bonkers
But if South Africa can conquer
With stonker racy pacy conkers
They will be top of the tree
An up yours to
The endless tours
And friendless flaws
Taking the piss
Remiss avarice bliss
Of the big three
Before you put your writing out
For other folks to read,
There’s one small tidbit of advice
You really ought to heed.
Just double-check your spelling
And use grammar-check as well,
For glaring errors will distract
And possibly, repel.
Some typos may just slip right through
But that is no excuse.
What’s on the page or screen should be
The best you can produce.
Some culprits like apostrophes,
If placed where they don’t go,
Will jump out like neon signs
To sharper readers in the know.
Put your very best foot forward.
Make sure every word’s correct,
So the readers will not judge you
For your lack of intellect.
That night amidst cries, clamours, din,
When coffin scandal headlines claimed,
We shuddered— such was stench of sin,
Those in snow felt ash grey, ashamed,
In sullied caskets feeling ill,
But lay still, stunned, shocked by surprise
Their valour frost, vain felt their will,
Frost bitten, battered, somewhat wise,
Those done to death but not wood-bound,
Peered out from their snow-covered face,
Shocked, surprised, by news snow-drowned,
Would they ever regain lost grace?
Pondering on greed of a man,
Of those on a decision-making chair,
To what lowly depth fall they can,
The stink was felt in frozen air.
Yet, such things go on from times old,
Let us not lose our well-earned rest,
Why worry on what we’ve no hold,
We’ve duly done our honest best.
Let’s lose not our well-deserved sleep,
None can one’s dark taints sanguine paint,
Let Judgment Day come, said a saint,
They’ll a deserved karmic crop reap.
But we still wondered deep within:
If those wanton souls saner be,
Wrapped in a life of utter sin,
If their sordid deeds ever see.
There still lingered a nagging doubt,
Our sacrifice would go in vain,
The truth if ever would come out,
That, culprits might innocence feign.
Whilst we wondered as never ere,
Whilst the clamours carried on still,
As frozen hearts could no more bear,
Still colder felt the nightly chill.
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Happenings | 06.08.2008, revised July 2022|
Poet’s note: A disgrace called ‘Coffin Scandal' in the purchase of coffins for dead soldiers, it claimed headlines in newspapers for a long time. This poem takes off from it and depicts an imaginary dialogue between the departed souls of dead soldiers (it was the war with Pakistan in snowy wilderness of Ladakh) and the sentinels of life after death: Was after all their sacrifice in vain?
What an unusual pragmatism conundrum.
We drum in our kids a sense of quantum.
Then, a few days later, we express our pain,
When we gaze on persons with the same stain.
We maintain tabs on the culprits responsible,
Similar views of the notion that we never boggle.
They also discuss the necessity for integrity.
Possibility of enduring unbearable agony.
Amidst all, we will mainly overlook the peculiarity.
There is a true cure for all our zealotry idiocy,
Our exquisite was driven to beauty, God's grace.
Over halcyon deeds, people in need, and peace.
We view a frail side within; it's a sort of plague.
There is no particular heal; thus, care is vague.
Written: November 25, 2021