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Better To Plant Flowers
There are vile people on this planet of ours
people who argue even in their heads that what is
right is wrong and what is wrong is right and
about this they are tight and could bite if it suits them
But these troublemakers are worthy of neither our life
nor our time and should have their own country- a land
full of rocks and lack for their upset foundation is not
our influenced foundation
They are themselves our enemies and clueless judges
and their vine is wicked despite their ability to hide their
tart indifference from view- their deceit can be convincing
but only if you’re not mentally alert
But do not give in to their veiled deceit even though
they might act hurt by your resistance especially if you
are persistent to resist their grapes of uncalled for obstruction
It’s better to align yourself with the good and plant flowers
than to be duped and get stuck with cacti
Good friends and also those that I don’t know,
I have a New Year’s dream I want to share.
It’s not one very typical although
it’s something about which we all should care.
I want the world to wake up to the truth
about the health care systems many use.
You see, I have become somewhat a slueth
discovering new things that are a ruse.
We’re living in the best and worst of times.
Health systems with which many of us live
are flawed; the toll for death by doctors climbs
for errors made and bad advice they give.
Big Pharma’s sheep, they write prescriptions for
bad drugs that bring more sicknesses than we
could ever have imagined years before.
I know this truth because they got to ME.
Big Pharma buries worthy remedies
or paints them in bad light. Go read online
the lies they tell! If you have a disease,
things FDA-approved are far from fine!
The FDA are puppets; see the proof
in foods they recommend for us to eat!
Don’t let yourself be victim to a spoof.
I dream of a new year free from deceit.
Jan. 2, 2020
Deceit
I’m picking liars from in front of my eyes
And taking them as friends.
I know my fate is to suffer in silence,
But I know not to what end
And maybe I will never know, but I still have hope,
That one day things will work out well tomorrow.
We’ll have to wait and see what happens. God only knows.
But I will face life head on, hiding behind my pillow.
There is a pit of deceit, full of lines you speak
And if I try to escape you drag me back in,
With unbroken promises, at the present time;
But history shall repeat itself once more, as shall the fact you lie.
Everyone is a liar and they can’t handle the truth;
If I showed you how I really feel,
I wonder, would I still be with you?
Or would my truth expose your lies
And make us both face the facts?
That I love you, but you don’t love me,
I guess you could never tell me that.
Some people in love dream of loving another;
The deceitful people always flock together.
I am a mentally weak human being,
You hurt me inside and you killed all my dreams.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
God brightens my hope* with His salvation glow
His blessed redemption makes faith to grow
Indeed freeing against hell’s damnation torture
Assuring my soul eternal triumphant future.
The Lord settles my hope along His ready comfort
As He accompanies with protective escort
Constantly guiding against deceit so vain
By immutable Scriptures that in truth does reign.
Christ my Saviour is my life's resurrection hope
By His compassion, love, and mercy of gracious scope
Helping me to conquer any attacking misery
Since He is the supreme champion of victory.
*Titus 2:13 Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ.
January 3, 2024
2nd place, "This or That, Vol 22" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 1/10/2024
A silhouette on the edge of the mind
Finds the abyss from love's hurt and deceit
Counting the reasons as if to remind
To find the sky where anguish and pain meet
This spinning portal on its chosen plane
Turns and turns until there is no way out
Time infused rushes fill the blood and brain
Lost in an illusion, all is in doubt
This ache from lost love becomes its own hell
To leave a foul smell from love's dung-lit pyre
That causes my pangs to bubble and swell
As memories from love burn in a fire
Their smoke will rise through the mind's dark cosmos
Their ash turns cold to evoke my pathos
4/22/21
contest Writing Prompt- Ache
sponsor Constance La France
Erewhile took hoisted oath crushed cod,
'pon Cecilia 'n' cramped Cynthia's nod.
T' his lusty lover he'd rehearsed
pored pledges gored b' lanky love's lurch.
Damp dell 'n forg'ry hewn dark deceit,
'n which sassy smirk 's draped - smothered spree.
Furred fabrics ergo "f cloning sewn
torn was b' bounty blitzkrieg b' time thrown;
"Trade thy love with me. I'll borrow",
thrived oft - offshoot "f th' ticker's sorrow.
But untutored mind 'n deceit lagged
"s her words smarter than visage nagged.
Anon did wielded wits 'witch him,
'n' anon sent he her 'way raging.
'20:07:25:11:00
Note:
a) of damp dishonesty
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Erewhile - long ago
ii) Cod - a man
iii) Cynthia - moon
iv) dell - young woman
v) ergo - then
vi) oft - often
vii) visage - face
viii) Anon¹ - immediately
ix) Anon² - At once
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'pon - upon
ii) 'n' - and
iii) t' - to
iv) b' - by
v) 'n - in
vi) 's - is
vii) "f - of
viii) b' - by
ix) oft - often
x) th' - the
xi) "s - as
xii) 'witch - bewitch
xiii) 'way - away.
We might not have started it but we certainly didn't put it out
My part I'll certainly admit, but in my mind there is no doubt
So do yourself a big favor and don't go and play with the fire
Stay close to the Savior as all things get more and more dire
Removing prayer from school taking Jesus out of the classroom
My friend that would be a fool headed straight for certain doom
They said you can kill the Unborn, can you feel any of that heat
Every minute I'd have to mourn to keep countenance with deceit
Yeah that fire has certainly grown turning large timbers into ash
Like nothing no one's ever known as mankind is about to crash
As mankind adds more gasoline getting further and further away
Yet what I really mean is that so many people don't care to pray
So that fire will continue to burn but also it will continue to grow
As mankind never seems to learn the affects are starting to show
You might not have started it or even added any of the gasoline
But from it you never departed, I'm sure you know what I mean
1 John 2:15
Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world.
If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.
Raging Red nailed by reason to controlled anger
Shaded disappointment lies deceit corroding grey
White like the bathroom cleaner You swallowed
The smell of empty boundaries transgressed
Rusty razorblades oozing blood and manipulation
Distasteful taste of rotting matter mottled flesh
Colouring outside a medley of confused emotions
A striking demonstrative match incinerating
Abusing trust respect compassion care and shooting
Salvos like a paint ball onto pained grave canvas
Surely a polychromatic cry for helping with the
‘What’ the ‘Self’ the self-destructive saturation
But mind you this is a chance now one opportunity
To link from dot to dot your bleeding droplets
Yours to own disown your brush to break or stroke
31st 2018
This shadow that I see with my back turned to the sun.
He represents me without fault and does not show my thinning hair
or blemish on my skin that's there, or any hidden thing,
or any other secret thing that's hiding deep within.
My shadow is the perfect mimic, knowing what it means to show the one who'd rather not be seen, who knows the look of squeaky clean,
and how to represent his Christ in just the way his Christ would like.
A disguising life, a respected man of God, and wife.
And while my back is turned my back is burned by scorching sun
'til midday cast will mean my shadow's fast retreat,
until my shadow's last deceit, until my shadow's full defeat,
and I and it are one.
And so I turn my face, I turn to face the Son,
a work of grace that won't relent 'til darkest shadow fades
and softens in that light of grace, that grace now long begun,
revealing not the dark within,
but beloved all along.
Written: August 27, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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They showed without trumpets,
but with teeth—
Four shadows galloping through
the marrow of time.
One wore famine such as a crown,
another cloaked in fire’s deceit.
The third preached war
in the brother’s tongue,
and the fourth laughed
as the stars forgot their names.
The wheel spun—
not to teach,
but to tremble,
Dharma cracked beneath the weight
of poisoned promises
We raised shrines from
the threads of logic,
We offered them our views
and named it veridically raw.
Yet in some distant spot,
A silver surfer glides through
the endless expanse
carrying no blade,
Just a memory— a soft whisper
of who we once were,
Here the shadows fell
laid claim to our light.