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Human imperfection is our heritance from Adam and Eve.
If any of us think we're guiltless, it's ourselves we deceive.
Human weakness is the stained affliction of all mankind.
If we think we are better than most, then truly we are blind.
Don't be so quick to judge the transgressions of others.
God intended for us to be equal, treating all as brothers.
Before pointing an accusing finger in the wrong direction,
First examine ourselves to discover our own imperfection.
Pray to God so that He may give us the faith to be strong.
Commending is always right; disapproving is always wrong.
We should always put forth the effort to be mild and meek,
and when we do, we will find rich blessings that we seek.
Pointing out the faults of men is taking negative action,
and in God's view of us, He will take no satisfaction.
Hypocrite would be the name some would call us by,
and on the Judgement Day, we will be the one to cry.
Refrain from using the harsh words meant to criticize.
Keep rein on our tongues; see others with loving eyes.
God will hold us accountable for the hurts we may cause.
Before condemning someone, be mindful of our own flaws.
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Inspired by the Bible Verse found at Matthew 7:3
"Why, then, do you look at the straw in your brother’s eye
but do not notice the rafter in your own eye?"
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December 28th 2015
I Am Not Ashamed Of The Gospel
Sponsor: Olive Eloisa Guillermo
In Skagway town, eighteen ninety-eight
Lived a young man, Elliot McKay.
He worked with his father selling dry goods,
To the miners heading Klondike-way,
They made some good coin in a day.
Elliot he, like most younger men,
Had an eye for womanly curves.
His favorite worked in a house downtown,
With dark hair done up in curls,
A woman who’d ‘broadened’ his world.
At first it was cold, but that all changed quick,
And they soon were a regular thing.
She taught him skills a man needs to know,
Really took the boy under her wing,
And knew how to make his heart sing.
But his father said “Boy, don’t fool yourself,
That damned girl wants nothing but cash.
And many a man has found himself broke,
Chasing after a professional lass,
You better get over her fast!”
But Elliot continued, and went when he could
For weeks this went on, as before.
Until one day she asked to meet his kin,
Not the act of some common whore.
She must have loved him like never before!
They went to his house outside of town,
His lady fidgeting and tense,
Elliot knew she must be nervous,
To be meet disapproving parents,
He prayed that his dad would relent.
She entered the home and father went cold,
His face truly taken aback.
His jaw dropped and he said aloud,”Clarice!”
Then she shouted outside,”It’s Mack!”
A new figure stormed in from out back.
A man appeared, a gun in his hand,
Pushing before him Elliot’s mother.
Elliot had seen his likeness before,
It was the felon Bloody Jack Carruthers,
He knew it could be no other.
Jack said,”Now, now, we meet again,
McKay, the man who survived,
When our gang fell down in Monterey,
Shot up back in seventy-five!
Our loot you had on your ride!”
“And now I see how you spent it all,
And made it pay out in droves,
While I rotted away in sweltering cells
Far down south in old Mexico,
Imagining how this would all go!”
“You see this girl here, she is in my pay,
Since I heard that your son took a shine.
She played the damn fool, acted in love,
Until he’d bought into her lies.
And she led me here where I did find…”
“That a dirty skunk, yellow as can be
Built his home on the blood of my friends!
And all because this pretty young girl,
Your stupid, young son could bend.
Now then, prepare for your end…”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
He lured easy prey into darkest night
Innocent, this had been no risk.
Groomed her until she had squelched her light.
Their romancing was a round pattern disc.
She responds to his disapproving looks.
Innocent, this had been no risk.
She no longer retrieves to her books.
Deferring to his every whim.
Hidden away in his castle nooks.
Her whole world now belongs to him.
She does not gasp, whisper or sigh.
I feel her fate is rather grim.
I give her hug and a reluctant bye.
Her response is stiff and straight.
I hear my chest heave a heartfelt sigh.
She traveled with him compliantly
He lured easy prey into darkest night
Outmaneuvering her reliantly.
Groomed her until she had squelched her light
Written 5-02-22
Contest: An Original Terzanelle
Host L Milton Hanks
Her poor broken heart now lies in rubble.
She done hooked up with another bad boy.
Ignored warning, "keep away, he's trouble!"
The womanizer played her like a toy.
How funny, her name happens to be "Joy"
Friends often wear disapproving faces,
For she looks for love in the wrong places.
Catastrophe dealt a withering blow;
Her bleeding heart leaves obvious traces.
A relationship doomed from the word "go"
D Forms - Dizain - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance LaFrance
Theme chosen: Doomed
Syllables checked at howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 02/08/2022
if you have to dance, dance with your hands whirling
allow yourself freedom to let your feet go twirling
slip and slide and throw yourself into the air
without any inhibitions, do all the squirming you dare
If you go dancing, do it the excited Snoopy way
You will be happy that you did this, by the end of the day
Clap and stomp and kick and slide, do whatever you can
To show you are not afraid of a boss or disapproving old man.
dance with pure happiness, throw your arms out with glee
shimmy and shake, dance alongside at least three
spin with happiness, give your soul opportunity for joy
dance yourself into enthusiasm, making the floor your own toy.
Be kind to others
As you would have even your ecopolitical enemies
and win/lose ZeroSum competitors
be kind,
feel kinship,
speak kindly,
listen cooperatively,
take turns co-investing in win/win solidarity
with ecological empowering
enlightening interdependent Us.
Be not unkind to
or against Others
As you would not have even your Lose/Lose
non-ecological monoculturing,
out of control,
beyond healthy curiosity,
runaway wealthy StraightWhiteMale privileged,
RightWing negative Patriarchal Capitalists
become un-ecologically unkinned
against you
With the nearly unforgiveable audacity
to camouflage
patriotic nationalism
with anthrosupremacist rights of Earth ownership
to remain stubbornly win/lose
against healthy matriotic ecological views
of cooperative co-empathic integrity
As also Green CoPassionate wants and needs
roots and seeds
for polypathic communication
Refining win/win messages
healthy choices
wealthy voices
that regenerative democratic energy
is not necessarily not PatriarchalCapitalism degenerative
RightWing Yanged-out meanness energy
does not yet equal Yintegral Green LeftWing
exponentially spiraling synergy
As monotheistic Yang
equals not not ecological Yintegrity
exponentially squared
As EarthSpace that kindly matters
is also not not resilient Time
ecologically ex-potentially squared
in-formationally cubed
and kindly spiraling health dynamic
co-relational fractal wealth
Is not quite the same
as either proving
or disproving
that controlling PatriarchalCapitalism
reversed through principles
of both polyculturing and communal
healthy root systemic wealth
begets necessarily ecological kind co-relationships
Not bipolarizing out of control
not judging
disapproving
criminalizing
punishing
taking win/lose revenge
blaming with leftbrain verbal dominance,
overpowering by shaming right mindbody
neuro-sensory
co-passionate prime non-zero kind attachment
Zone of internal
polyentheistic nondenial of divisive secularizing turmoil
inviting WholeEarth Tribal co-investments
re-memeing
cooperative Green Indigenous EarthWomanist
kind memories of PolyCultural Communalists
Who really just don't have time
for all that nonsacred
monotheistic PatriarchalCapitalist sin
and mean ignorance.
With a deep Growl!
a Corgi's disapproving eye,
a question mark tail arched in suspicion,
and four white capped feet poised
to leap off the porch into a dead run,
my old dog thinks he has still got it.
Bark! Bark! Bark!
You have been warned by "Outlaw"
not to come too close to the fence.
Despite his advanced years
the little guardian staring at you
will bare his old teeth at you.
Cool it "Outlaw"! Come here!
Come over by me little buddy
and sit your loyal soul down.
We may think we still got it
and we might just have it once,
but today let's just sit here a spell
and try to accept the fact that we are
just two old dogs sitting on the porch.
Sleep and wake; the tide of routine
Fall and Arise; the cycle of life
These are divine, beyond being smart
That's even when you have to restart
Possibly, God is definitely in between
Which by heart makes energy so rife
I am trying
I keep moving
I need You Daddy
Be my Guardian Angel
When I am down to earth
Lord, fight fight fight
It is never so easy to give in
Father, fight fight fight
For me at the expense of Your breath
Yes, fight fight fight
To give Breath so cheap into the claim of my sin
Still, You fight fight fight
Birth and death are human plight
A life is lit and it burns really short
Man don't flip the flops of time
Which is not running often to its prime
Flames of its burn shine dim or bright like sort
Many can't help deny their own bright light
Turn off sighing
Turn on approving
Let me dwell in Thy caddy
Save me from the first archangel
When I am down to earth
Lord, fight fight fight
It is never so easy to give in
Father, fight fight fight
For me at the expense of Your breath
Yes, fight fight fight
To give Breath so cheap into the claim of my sin
Still, You fight fight fight
I can't face this beautiful madness all alone
Troubles are usual suspects trying our best
Sorrows pile up with the tough times in few
Tomorrow yet not guarantee of giving something new
Fate is to every crazy or gentle soul unknown
Yet, by luck or chance, no one dares put trying to rest
I am decrying
I keep disapproving
I need Your audience
Be my conveyance
When I am down to earth
Lord, fight fight fight
It is never so easy to give in
Father, fight fight fight
For me at the expense of Your breath
Yes, fight fight fight
To give Breath so cheap into the claim of my sin
Still, You fight fight fight
Brave is the rose caught in November’s thorn
While she endures nights of chill and snow,
Awaiting gold daylight's warmth to bestow---
And liven her frame…her mouth drooped, forlorn.
Gently, new moon peeps into kohl of eve
While its luster reflects on this bud , soft
Like a pubescent ovule held aloft
By elms guarding her round shape NOT to cleave.
Though one kind-hearted owl perches nearby
Mutely disapproving this ghastly tread…
An obscure fog sprays crystals overhead
Instead, wings lock against nip of the sky.
How unwavering…in her innocence
Morning rises, its lucent gleam so young
That frozen dusk pales with wheezes unsung…
Oh, grit of a rose saved by providence!
Written 9/10/2018
Contest of Broken Dream
Enclosed Rhyme - September, 2018
First he went into the Ukraine as there he'd remain
This man being so vain grown from a separate grain
Now he's in the Middle East and arguing with the U.S.
Trouble to say the least, for it has become a big mess
Now there have been threats, deals have been broken
And even still Obama lets, barely a word ever spoken
He was out on the golf course while Putin was moving
Setting about his Trojan horse to Obama's disapproving
But now here we are as a hungry Putin seeks to devour
How quickly we've come so far with this shift in power
The U.S. no longer in the lead in so being pushed aside
For the things you now concede many others have died
Not being here anymore but now that spirit's departed
A long unsettled score with a people now disheartened
As there he sits and waits but he won't wait very long
Holding all of our fates, the beginning of what's wrong
Only Prayer is powerful enough to change this World!
For by not praying is how we got in this predicament.