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The formation of the earth was your endeavor
a place where love could live forever
when call out you do I will respond
for with your company I have grown fond
I will converse as you have shared your mind
to your requirements that guide be not blind
though I may have very little to say
for to listen is preeminently my way
You are God unto the foundation of the seas
your handiwork has shaped the varied trees
in joy adorned abounding meadows fair
the clothing that as garment our nature wear
With so many colors didst our planet robe
exquisite delights do cover skin of globe
the furthest reaches of our mankind's gaze
can only lift itself in worthy praise
Softly rises the light into caress at dawn
and the winding rivers all do sing your song
from soil God created this home to us belong
and a pivotal decision has it's course sent wrong
Mankind has marred this most beauteous of gift
In rape he does the land and cement to lift
tearing at the surface with sunken pits and mines
for minerals , gems and stones things he thinks that shines
Like a spreading plague upon the land
damaging the forests that are so grand
within our own pollution do we stand
the momentum of destruction by mans hand
The extent of our detriment is unconcealed
What God intends to do he has revealed
the fruit of our own deeds repaid in kind
and the hurtful things we so design
Mankind's damage comes from his love of things
not attending to our garden and the joy it brings
violence upon our land and to each other
massacres our earth and even brother
The collusion of devastation by wealthy men
those who seeks it's changes are put to end
intervention has been handed to earth's King
and very soon he will be changing everything
sources Genesis 1 & 2 Psalms Revelation 11:18
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Queen Mary had a doll house
Which is currently on view.
It was one hundred years ago
It made its grand debut.
With running water, working lifts,
Electric lights and art,
The house sounds so amazing
I don’t quite know where to start.
A thousand mini works of art,
Five hundred mini books
And furniture and silver
All deserving second looks.
A pair of throne chairs and, of course.
Some miniature crown jewels,
A bicycle, real food and soap
And pots and pans and tools.
A tiny vacuum can be pushed,
A piano can be played,
Embroidered sheets are on the beds,
Pure luxury displayed.
A cellar holds champagne and gin
And whiskey, plus fine wine;
The ceilings, walls and rugs throughout
Are regal by design.
This doll house was a gift but not
Intended for a child.
Queen Mary, in her 50’s,
Was delighted and beguiled.
If Windsor Castle’s in your plans,
Then stop and pay a visit
To this doll house, just like yours or mine,
But slightly more exquisite.
As the passing years impose themselves upon us,
memories keep us young of spirit and heart.
And yet, time forces us to move on,
past the boundaries of memory;
and confront reality, in its starkness.
Time never speeds up nor slows down,
it remains a constant.
And weaving itself into all our actions or inactions;
Time grinds us down, with equal determination;
leaving only fragmented shadows of what used to be.
The power of faith and the miracle of birth,
remind us that we are mortal, by design.
Only Death can release a soul created to ascend.
We're born enthusiastic; like splendiferous shooting stars,
fueled by promises and possibilities.
And yet, we eventually fizzle out, to an undramatic finish;
oblivious to the trail of sparks we left in our wake.
And we strut off of life's stage, with but one desire;
that we continue to entertain thoughts of wonder; for eternity.
Everyone is an immigrant
We all are human
I guess we belong
On this planet
Called earth
We all are human
Born by a woman
As she pure her
flesh blood on
Each of our heads
So we are here
Not as an alien
But citizens of the world
We all are human
We all share same air
I guess non of us
Breaths in nothing else
We feed on plants for food
We drink clean waters
The world was design
For our good
Hope it still does now
We all are human
And non is an alien
If the earth is human
Place for a planet
Then i tell you non
Is an immigrant
If there is then
Is all of us
We all are human
Sharing this round world
Together in different ways
As we differs in our ways
So was human who
Created banderies
By forming teroteries
Called countries as we
Know today
Is sure and true
Our forefathers
Where one family
From same place
I really hope the world
Understands this
We are all human
Not an alien
To be killed or devalued
By our selves
The world is too large
For every one
So we are to live
And settle peacefully
Where ever it pleases
Who ever
Yet the reality today
Dont and never
Aprove so
If you think other people
Around you are immigrant
Dont forget you are same too
Cos you cant carry the land
Or could you carry your houses else where
When ever you travel
You must step on someone's
Land
The land of our one mother
In this earth non is a foreigner
And if there should be one
I have never seen
Apart from the aliens unseen
So on the quest of fighting
Immigrant
Remember our forefathers
Are from one source
As it simplifies non is an
Immigrant
If there is to be one
Then the truth is
Everyone is an immigrant
"Sliddery via Ross" the signpost says,
at Monamore, where once there stood a mill.
A rustic bridge, a burn, the scene conveys
but little of the travails of the few
from whose imaginings and dreams so long ago
an edifice uniquely beautiful they grew.
Of elegant design, so grand and tall,
admired it was, and loved, by one and all.
So proud it stood, o'erlooking Lamlash Bay.
Its backdrop was the Ross, a bonny hill.
Close by, the smoky clachan known as Croc,
adjacent to the burn which powered the mill.
Idyllic was its setting, pride of place,
famed artists did this lovely scene embrace.
But so-called progress was a contradiction,
leading to neglect and dereliction.
Its sculpted sandstone walls now grim outlines,
a home to dripping moss and grassy ferns,
the roof collapsed, its sorry shell exposed
to all the elements, the mill returned
to nature, and the earth from which it came.
A hazard now, and who must take the blame?
Its demolition caused much muttering.
That lovely mill is now road bottoming.
With full apprecation of all thing concidered.
In respect to all that are involved..
Its defintion becomes it reason to exsist.
To grow from the seeds: which harvested
shall be fruit to nourish, and seed again for
it's future.
We those who see these things done, now
look to create and establish this day,
the means and ways to create.
The creation of this new entity from these
new begannings. This new Entity from this start.
For thoise who wish to chore and labor. In the industry
from the support of this company,
shall do so as employees.
Some with stakes: as stakeholders and visionaries.
Some as emoyees: but all together
as members of an enitity who
wishes to change the world with the influence of creation.
Standing on the surfaced plain, stacking the walls,
and roofing the the show. Doers of works.
Research, development, rehearst,
and displayed.
"Addio Padre, Addio Padre!
Soo right, Soo, Right
ah ooh redition
Publlic presentation
addio
Padre, So right , so right!:"
Collabarations and demostrations.
In the styles of now and future.
To influence the ulture it shall create.
In recreation and creation.
With the emphasis on creation
Showcasing talents, contracting events.
Catering to the many who like what we do
and those who wish to inspire change
by research and development.
Standing topside
looking
to other venues and helping
contract business for the need
of effeincancy.
Methods and strategies:
influencing and making
new fusions in all genres, where
the opendoor
will allow new people
as consumers followers
and business oppurtunites.
Job creations in temoray and perminat positions.
Learning how to teach people to do things our way
mifght we learn to adapt to do things your way.
Ladies and Gentlemen we
Now introduce you too
Trends Elegant
The crimping edges of fashion.
Auditions for the new Orcheastra,^0 peice. Singers both male and Female
Lead singers and Background Vocalist.
all types of musicains welcomed.
Both Traditional and Folktype.
We will work together
to create a modern sound.
To move, groove,dance,
or just good ole
foot tapping music.
Creation of Audiences using Demographic Targeting.
Music, Food, Fashion and Design.
Sports Wrestling.
A world: with A world.
Championed as Best.
Courtesy of I wanna Sing this One Music Company.
Too little
too late
God said to me
in this dream I had about fate
So I asked him
what did he expect,
A goody two shoes
a prophet
a saint
to be something I ain’t
Not at all he said
I want to be entertained
Eternity is boring
mostly people snoring
especially at night
and during the day on occasion
Look god! I walk around an
Amazon warehouse all day
pigeon-holing tat
picking this and that
How am I supposed to amuse you
Well I do enjoy you
breaking stuff on purpose
sabotaging the line
Bunking off for a smoke
going to the toilet
and drinking erm… doing coke
Ok hands up!
I admit
I’m a total chancer
and do stuff I shouldn’t
But it’s alright isn’t it
that Amazon place is full of s-hit
Yes it is a terrible kip
but more fun when you entertain
Like in your last job
listening to you lie
not taking the blame
asking me to help out
In your moment of doubt
All that stuff you stole
and barely got away with
on the whole
That was quite funny!
Oh the (paper and plastic) I gathered,
before selling it to the highest bidder
Throwing expensive stock out in the trash
The owner was a bastard
all things considered
a miserly swine
But nevermind
Thanks!
I did need a dig out that time
Hey! remember when I was aged about 7
and was told my pal went to heaven
Why did it happen
A year later walking to school with another kid
he was only 8
And that nut-job attacked us with a hammer
Put a hole in my friends head
The blood pumped in fountains of red
I thought he was dead
All the gore I’ve seen
witnessed a killing at 18
Trying to hold down an abattoir job in between
Yes! Life ain’t pretty by design
sometimes the stars just won’t align
Others times they go nova
and leave black holes behind
still you’ll never really understand
The powers in command
So how about this poem
Will it see me home
Does it amuse you
are we cool?
You’re still alive aren’t you!
By
David Kavanagh
November 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 21-22
Key Verse – Luke 21:4 For all these have of their abundance cast in unto the offerings of God: but she of her penury hath cast in all the living that she had.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR COMMENDING
OUR BEST OFFERINGS TO HIM
Praise be to God for commending our best offerings to Him:
Diligently by our dedication by His design
Daily through our deeds according to His desires
Devotedly along our determination for His delight
Decisively midst our discretion through His direction
Definitely in our dependence to His discipleship demands
Luke 21:36 Praise be to the Lord for exhorting us
to watch and pray always:
Expressing our trust in His Word
Expecting for His truth by His wisdom
Executing His testimonies inside His will
Entreating for His touch with His wonders
Entering into His triumph against worldliness
Exposing our treasures, time, and talents for His worth
Enduring midst turmoil in witnessing; empowered to win
Endeavouring to toil in His work; encouraged to tread upon His walk
Exemplifying tenacity by His waking; endued against trials in His warmth
Exalting Him thankfully in worship; enlightened midst trials by His watching
Luke 22:32 Praise be to the Saviour
for praying for us as He:
Frees us from frustrations’ failures
Fixes us to focus toward His fitness-fort
Fulfills for us along His faithfulness’ flame
Fortifies our faith by His fuel’s furnished fire
Frames us up firmly against fainting and falls
Feeds us fully within His fellowship’s fruitfulness
Fences us around His freedom's fervency against fright. Amen!
November 1, 2024
Therapeutic political systems,
like unpolluted oceans
filled with healthy sea creatures,
slowly evolve
from cooperative thrival
of polyculturally healthy
nonviolent communication,
anticipating co-passionate intent,
for co-invested planning
and co-operative green design
Bicamerally balanced
enlightened Either/Or Left
yang dominant
empowering Both/And Right
yintegrally co-prominent
four fractally dynamic seasons
Sacred flow of wu-wei reasons
indigenous
nondualistic
inter-religious seasoned wisdom
Informed by EarthMother,
profusely ecological,
politically co-empowering
liberating Trust and conservational Beauty
Nonviolent relationships
polyculturing
depolarizing
dipolar co-arising
green enlightened nutrition
from and for
co-invested global communion
A new page
turning our compassion narrative
deferring to a more inclusive
democratic health and safety energy
for a repurposing EarthJustice
AnthroHealth-EarthWealth -
LeftEgo-RightEcoSystemic
BiNomial Either/Or
Both/And BiCameral
Not(Not) BiLateral NonZero
Open Whole Systemic
political power-withing
win/win strategic worldview
health and safety
Organic AnthropoScene.
A person's mind, Life, body, is intended/
For the person it was given to/
Not to be messed with in any ways/
In sacred gifts, we find our own/
The mind and life, a body's throne/
By God's design, our vessel created for us alone/
To tarnish such, our souls are maimed/
Life is too precious to seize and bind/
Sadistic ploys, deceit so bare/
To harvest trust, a hollow snare/
Unmask the face, let truth alight/
Reveal the self in honesty/
Never play with heart's intent/
For actions hold divine lament/
On judgement day, our deeds unfold/
The weight of a black heart, it's story told/
Respect life, the love, the core/
For Paradise awaits/
Beyond the door/