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Faith of a child is great in God’s sight
Since it reveals sincere trust in its purest height
Showcasing genuine reliance to the Sovereign’s might
Devoid of doubt and unbelief along uncertainty-blight.
Child-like faith was exemplified by virtuous Bible characters
Who in their young age could be considered as heroic masters
In subduing evil and vanquishing the bad that perilously deters
While fully depending on the omnipotent Lord for triumphant encounters.
There was David… fighting as a child, full of courage and valor
Crashing the Philistines’ dominance by ending Goliath’s ruthless vigor.
Samuel was just a boy when he responded to the Creator’s call with honor
To serve sincerely as a prophet, proclaiming truth midst good tidings’ clamor.
The Chronicles spoke of King Josiah who at eight years old was Judah’s head
Instructed by God’s wisdom, with faith in his advisors… he led;
Then we can never forget the lad who willingly shared his fish and bread
Which Jesus Christ multiplied to feed the multitudes in their hunger-dread.
Indeed, child-like faith* wins God’s heart
He even said that having such can open heaven, away from hell’s dart.
Now, my dear Son, let your faith in the Lord increase toward service-rampart;
Always seek His favour before victorious quests you start.
*2Timothy 3:15 And that from a child thou hast known the holy scriptures, which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus.
November 6, 2018
7th place, "Tell Me A Story 2"
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri; judged on 11/8/2018.
Springtime on the ranch is just round the bend
You’ll get your nose cleared, we have cows and pigs
The thaw brings forth chores, that smell and offend
Rubber boots and gloves are now our new digs
As the snow melts, we are left with a moat
Springtime is here with its bag full of tricks
It’s sour and slick, so just clear your throat
The thistles now grow so watch out for pricks
The air never smells like sugar and spice
Out in the birch, there grows fly agaric
It deters the skunk, encrusted with lice
This mushroom will make, all feel lethargic
A blend of toadstool and garlic I’m told
Will stop puffy butt from reaching our fold
Soothing, lissome; render the facsimile of its
Heart; Such a spright with adore imbued.
‘Er pelt’s so sleek; as petite fry’s
In its nurse’s, gentle and suckling:
The only Cutie-pie on my heart.
Realism in its mettle glints joie de vivre,
As doeth molten chaste gold in the forge; a
Knoll of whose acme other inamoratas feign. Such
An Alkebulan nymph of finest of lustre imagined:
The one and only on the heart.
Nymph of great splendor so priced,
Guarantees anew that adoring even more I stay;
Or peril I at rivals shameful losses, awaiting
My heart’s intensely pricked – broken:
As if it weren’t the only Cutie-pie on my heart.
Beauty as embossed on it and in
Every milieu envisioned, of itself no ill utters;
Making it the solo etch on this conquered heart,
And of those who in split or full, fray pro-reign
Over the one and only on the heart.
Hells all abhorrence merited, it deters!
Anti-doting each time desolation's endured,
Thus, it insures my glee agst perils viable;
Agst rivals in places – a reassuring haven:
The only Cutie-pie on my heart.
In its blissful eye’s such an unfaked
Love that soothes like no cool draft does;
Optically reassuring in such ways it’s my
Venus, the finest of icons in the realms of adore:
The one and only on the heart.
Every songbird that hums its tune,
Yens for the arpeggio worthy the hymn for
One sylph in a million – for its admirers reverie;
‘Until fatality do us part’, in their self-deceited yen
For the only Cutie-pie on my heart.
November 27 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Thessalonians 4-5
Key Verse– 1Thessalonians 4:1 Furthermore then we beseech you, brethren, and exhort you by the Lord Jesus, that as ye have received of us how ye ought to walk and to please God, so ye would abound more and more.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY READY EXHORTER
Lord God, You are my ready Exhorter in the light of Your commandment
Thank You for enclosing me within Your will’s sanctifying settlement
Against vain carnality of lust-entanglement
Which defrauds me from Your promised betterment.
Lord God, You are my ready Exhorter in the light of Your holiness
Thank You for bracing me up by Your teaching’s lovingkindness
Against restless business of worldliness
Which degrades me from honesty’s earnestness.
Lord God, You are my ready Exhorter in the light of Your hope
Thank You for keeping me within Your word’s rope
Against vexing voice of unbelief along hypocrisy’s slope
Which deters me from remaining in Your safety-scope.
Lord God, You are my ready Exhorter in the light of Your perfection
Thank You for securing me within Your peace-consolation
Against dark gloominess of sin devoid of cheerful expectation
Which detracts me from watchfulness by Your supervision.
Lord God, You are my ready Exhorter in the light of Your salvation glory
Thank You for shielding me within Your assured victory
Against afflicting misery of devouring worry
Which disappoints me in sharing Your Gospel story.
Lord God, You are my ready Exhorter in the light of Your warning
Thank You for guarding me within Your goodness always reigning
Against attractive invitation of humanistic learning
Which discourages me to pray due to self-confidence training.
Lord God, You are my ready Exhorter in the light of Your guidance
Thank You for sanctifying me within Your forgiveness-abundance
Against foolish deceit of self-righteousness for my avoidance
Which defeats me from submitting to You with holy attendance.
November 27, 2023
April 10 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 22-24
Key Verse – 2Samuel 22:2 … The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO IS OUR ROCK AND FORTRESS
Praise be to God for being our Rock and Fortress Who:
Delivers us from enemies’ rage
Drives us toward eternity’s reward
Destines us for everlasting restoration
Directs us into empowered revival
Deters us against ephemeral riches’ restlessness
2Samuel 23:10 Praise be to the Lord Who brings us
great victory unto by His:
Saving love
Shining light
Sustaining life
Satisfying liberty
Securing leadership
2Samuel 24:14 Praise be to the Saviour for
allowing us to fall into His hand of:
Good mercies and glorious majesty
Great moves along glowing miracles
Gracious moments with guarding might
Gentle maneuvers of governing mentorship
Generous magnanimity midst glowing marvels. Amen!
April 10, 2024
Methinks lame excuses poorly explain
absent presence gnosh hoe wing up to
acknowledge our papa's ninetieth orbit
around sun, nor dearly beloved eldest
commencement successfully, modestly,
honestly (applying her smarts) as freshly
minted (sage) University of Pennsylvania
graduate, now where webbed wide world
avails untold opportunities to make positive
accomplishments, this papa never set
similar goals for himself, he languished
leaving untested latent abilities, now glum,
distraught, afflicted with irrevocable jangling
lamentation foregoing, forfeiting, forging
pathetic enactment regarding livingsocial
versus squirreling himself hermetically
sealed never linkedin with training sights
keeping traction upon maximizing native
abilities, thus frequent depressive bouts
find me prone speculating nonexistence,
(i.e. death), yet averse toward aggressive
unconscionable dirty deeds done dirt cheap
expediting end game of Life, cuz day after
week after month... pits me against hand
to mouth monetary woe whereat cost to
maintain, insure, fuel 2019 Hyundai Sonata
takes lion's share of monetary impossible
mission to become financially solvent, and
hashtagged social anxiety deters persevering
gainful employment, where self loathing
regarding predilection with profuse sweaty
hands finds yours truly aggravated enough
to admit disability to enjoy remains of days,
weeks, months... subsumed by penuriousness
diminishes excitement toward any purpose,
plus disgruntled without webbed bliss, nor
Written: February 25, 2024
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In a scene of singing sunlight.
They claim it blurs our sight.
Shall we dare gaze at the sky?
Through dread, the stars fly.
Stoking in a vacuum sway
Beaming banners blare boldly.
A pair of piranhas are plunging.
It is superb, grasping a bright shine.
Love's charm—how do you draw it in?
It makes the task of daring thrilling.
In my fearful forest, I fight forth.
As eyes fry with frantic flutters.
In this twisted yearning, I abhor.
Yet, embrace insight with ease.
Never linger in distress.
Pondering peace without being alone.
Under a moonlit night's shadow.
Thaw flows glide as strings in a ballet.
Words crumble amid stillness.
Fighting a flourishing fear.
Behind your silent mind.
Mute menial mutters manifested.
Crashing curtains once.
Craving to roam free despite caution.
Stripped yet surged by Sibylline.
Serious sunlight speculation.
It could be aggressive and harsh.
Life is devoured without a swash.
It all started with a raw sheet.
As dunes, our tales might alter.
A dichotomy of bravery and intimacy.
In life's transient elixir
Time sands and heroic melodies.
We weave our myths.
with untamed minds and brave hearts.
The sun burns our fragile vision.
Stars glide through the darkness of night.
A sea of absence in their bright blaze.
Intense and vivid as a crocodile swarm.
Love and strength are a delightful test.
In my dark woods, I stand firm.
Yet your eyes wiggle with fever.
Stirring a desire I loathe but crave.
Predicting, a glove well-woven.
I don it with hope and dread.
Suffering from a wild yearning agony.
Serving solace sans seclusion.
Twists of gloom below the moon.
When wind waltzes with woolen wires.
Words wobble with weight of wrath.
Silence deters us from soaring upward.
And decry your vacuous diction
Awaiting unfurled sheets.
So anxious to be heard and set free.
The draperies previously yielded.
Fetching for freedom to flourish.
Sear my heart, O rampant rage!
Simmer deep within!
Scour, devour this rusty cage!
What it takes to win...
As below, thus up above?
Not in this fair world.
Raptor hawk, guard well the dove?
Dead man's fingers curled...
Golden sparks to signal?
Attention that will get!
O prospectors, pill or pall?
Does it pay to fret?
No! Indeed not, my wild child!
Red run reconciled?
Crocodile in Nile beguiled?
Doubt and dismay dialed.
Tiled like floors in ancient tower?
Which architect planned?
Nightshade, is thy milk a-sour?
Blighted by the banned.
Is the ocean welling up?
Where the wound began?
Ark of Covenant, thy cup!
Revenant, how you ran!
Mutilation! Mutiny!
Murder in the streets!
Something lurking we can't see?
Have you seen the beats?
Reservations kept for six?
Bring thy crucifix.
Sullen heat out in the sticks?
Candles without wicks.
Fix it up, O soldiers!
We really must make do.
He who survives, first deters!
Ask the wallop hoo...
GHOST AND THE DARKNESS
Daunting, a late night movie, just before the verge of night spills into your lair. You can’t bury the dark at those times. The roar in the blackout. The snore at the opposite side of the bed deters the sound of brightness from alleviating the crushing bones of dendrites. You can sense the mane burgeoning, prickling your pulsing veins. Tenuous, the trick of closing your eyes in the dark, then opening them. The bough of a Tsavo tree clings to an impotent rifle. Ghosts hang on even as your eyelids hit the whites of your pillow. And the snore next to you, the heaving in and out of an otherwise safety net, reminds you of the full-bodied lions. Sleep well, before the images pounce, with muscular and meaty might, landing on your mattress. Your sheets pin you to a nightmare with no escape. Thunder and rotting breath roll you onto the dusty floor, long grasses hide only the scanty mane duo, the stuffed carnivores of Chicago’s Field Museum fame. Night at the Museum, the score not a respite. The bite packed into stateside, impactful. Sleep well as the window panes rattle, and morphing morbidity sneaks up on you. Keep watching scary movies just before your tired bones grind out a toss’n turn.
12/14/2020
Tsavo Maneaters were fictionalized in the movie Ghost and the Darkness. The real cats were maneless. They killed around 35 men who were constructing a bridge in Kenya. Night at the Museum is a comedic movie that brings a museum to life as the night security guard keeps watch
In the land of the free
What has gone wrong
From the thirteen States
Where is the song
The song that united
A people so free
From the land of so many
In downward spiral spree
Of resources so vast
In lands so spread
What has driven this nation
To tomorrow dread
Employment is so important
As it allows families to grow
They may not become rich
But in their garden, they sow
In this modern world
Where we are in chemical shine
We have to look after our health
Not just yours, but mine
The People have Spoken
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We must reduce our Nuclear Cause
Because its not right for us
We have to be loyal to us Americans
For it deters us to cuss
We must look to our neighbours
If we can sort out the above
Pat each other on the back
Then we no longer shove
We must look to tomorrow
And reduce conglomerate gain
Because in our free America
They increase our strain
We must look to foreign policy
For we are a nation of mix
Our talking starts today
For our future fix
We must look to the White House
As we elect them in
We must never be judgemental
On their colour of skin
We must look to the future
Through the most beautiful of hues
Our future is our health
Or is it Down Payment Blues
We must look to the heavens
If we are religious or what
We don't want to look on our past
As forget me not
Listen to the People
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Inspired by AC/DC's " Down Payment Blues "
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