Long Discourages Poems
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O Sweet Jesus, do these people have Your spirit?
Do they please You in acting like this?
Does it please You, when for fear of displeasing You,
We neglect doing the greatest to please Your Mother?
Does devotion to Your mother, delay devotion to Yourself?
Does she attribute to herself the honor we pay her?
Is she a stranger who has no connection to You?
Does it displease You when we try to please her?
Do we alienate or separate ourselves from Your love by giving ourselves to her honoring her?
Yet my Sweet Master,
The greater part of the learned could not discourage to Your holy mother more could now show more difference to it
Even all that I have said were true.
Therefore, have they been punished for their pride!
Keep me Lord, keep me form their sentiments and their practices
Give me share of the sentiments of gratitude
Esteem, Respect and Love
Which You has in regard to Your Holy Mother
The more I imitate her and follow her
The more I may Love and Glorify You
As if up to this point
I had still said nothing in honor of Your holy Mother
'Give me now the grace to praise You worthily,'
In spite of all her enemies, who are Yours as well
Grant me to say loudly with the saints
'Let not that man believe to look for the mercy of God
Who offends His holy Mother
(St. Louis Marie de Montfort)
Prejudice within a heart
Colors all the world in hues
Of melancholy and haunting
Darkness in clouds of mourning
Laughter stilled by a bigot’s zeal
Racism within the soul
Colors all the world in shadows
Of dread, despair, disgrace
All the feelings of disillusionment
Hope silenced by discrimination
Bias within the one who knows
Colors blind eyes to truth and light
Discourages the feelings of honesty
And weakens the prayers who need to believe
God is with us, always in control, filling the spirit
With tolerance, patience and acceptance
Love that lives within the heart who knows
Narrow-mindedness dissuades truth and good
Prejudice reminds us why we should always be
Filled with toleration for those who are different
And an honest agreement to bring acceptance to those
Who may have, once upon a time, experienced bias of the worst sort
Bias brought alive on the gloomy breath of doubt, despair and dread
Darkness that weakens the light’s beautiful tenderness!
Have faith and believe, with God
All things are possible
With God, racism will soon be forgotten!
Critical Race Theory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
June 23, 2021
Psyche soaking wet with devout atheism,
this lifetime skeptic now tenuously
linkedin with Unitarianism
attests, said upbringing proffered,
mine credo, gestalt,
leitmotif, sans abstractionism
eludes elucidation, delineation, clarification...
some readers might
dismiss as absurdism
defying established dogma fixed absolutism
millenniums, would be hashtagged heretical,
and such cavalier blithe
apostasy, declared alarmism,
now - twenty first century
extant accursed as alcoholism
within various non
Western statecraft enclaves,
barely tolerating agnosticism
no fool to ejaculate
proclamations antithetical opinionism
where condemnation to death
(I obediently, humbly, and gladly accept)
inadequate punishment,
cited on par relegated to alienism,
amoralism, antiestablishmentarianism...
never does this anachronism
loosely cabled with pioneerism,
(when virgin forests bedecked America),
a veritable wilderness, necessitated
quintessential self survivalism
knowhow long since forgot,
which dependence on consumerism
finds yours truly afflicted against capitalism
commercialism, conformism, cultism et cetera
more aligned with reliance on individualism
nearly an extinct species,
where anti materialism
betrays, cavils, and discourages ecocentrism,
versus profit motive maximization,
though of late environmental dynamism
aggressive representative thank you
Greta Ernman Thunberg regarding criticism,
nee opprobrious global ecological terrorism
mandating staunch defeatism
as stave bulwark
against criminal determinism
to wreak irrevocable traitorous dogmatism
predicated on tenets of egocentrism
brewed, steeped, and
galvanized in exceptionalism
of *****sapiens and expansionism
exclusive to said primate
that requires serious assessment,
asper bracketing craven
doctrinairism edified fundamentalism
granting humans unfettered expansionism!
February 18 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 16-17
Key Verse – Numbers 16:19 … The glory of the LORD appeared unto all the congregation.
FAITH IN GOD WHOSE GLORY APPEARS BEFORE US
God in His glory appears before us along His truth-settlement
Upon His promises’ fulfillment
Midst our complaints and discontentment
To give us His wisdom, strengthening our faith by His empowerment.
God in His glory appears before us along His laws’ charges
Upon His judgement-purges
Midst our murmuring that continually discourages
To gear us with His holiness, guarding our faith from worldliness-surges.
God in His glory appears before us along His revival fire
Upon His righteousness that melts sinfulness’ mire
Midst our selfish motive and lustful desire
To confront us, checking our faith through what Scriptures require.
God in His glory appears before us along His instruction-guide
Upon His rules we should not set aside
Midst our losses because of pride
To deliver us from destruction, guarding our faith against vanity-ride.
God in His glory appears before us along His sure direction
Upon His warning against downfall’s frustration
Midst our anguish needing consolation
To free us despair-bondage, propelling our faith to service-function.
God in His glory appears before us along His wondrous ways
Upon His standards fenced by His grace
Midst our fears to fight evil during perilous days
To arm us with courage, securing our faith to win the race.
God in His glory appears before us along His greatness
Upon His majesty and lovingkindness
Midst our hardships to remain blest around His peacefulness
To uphold us, fortifying our faith to persevere with gladness.
February 18, 2025
June 8 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Job 24-28
Key Verse – Job 24:1 Why, seeing times are not hidden from the Almighty, do they that know him not see his days?
FAITH IN GOD WHO DOES NOT HIDE HIS TRUTH
God does not hide His truth as well as His everlasting mercy
Causing us by faith to learn from His Word’s excellency
Midst deceitfulness of grievous persistency…
Here we are studying His statutes with fervency.
God does not hide His truth as well as His timely answer
Causing us by faith to trust His ways since He is our Blesser
Midst attacks from every false accuser…
Here we are praying to win against evil presser.
God does not hide His truth as well as His awesome light
Causing us by faith to flee from transgressions’ blight
Midst struggles to do always what is really right…
Here we are surrendering to His will for service-delight.
God does not hide His truth as well as His great pity
Causing us by faith to flourish in His covenant’s surety
Midst temptations voicing allurements of vanity…
Here we are yielding to His sovereignty with grateful honesty.
God does not hide His truth as well as His gentle favour
Causing us by faith to take pleasure in His goodness-flavour
Midst weakness that discourages our soulwinning fervour…
Here we are seeking His help for our discipleship-endeavour.
God does not hide His truth as well as His manifold wisdom
Causing us by faith to rejoice in His kingdom
Midst lack of knowledge along boredom…
Here we are meditating His precepts along divine freedom.
God does not hide His truth as well as His ministry requirement
Causing us by faith to optimize our stewardship with enjoyment
Midst difficulties in our participation and involvement…
Here we are praising Him for inviting us in heavenly engagement.
June 8, 2025
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/
It seems angels in Heaven discourage devotees to use their phones
During novena masses at the Basilica Minore del Santo Niño.
An angel says, ‘No selfie…, no taking of pictures…
And no live broadcasting on social media using cell phones.’
Metaphorically speaking, there is no signal in Heaven.
No phrase in the bible - to use your phone to transmit your prayers to God.
It is because that communicating to Him is an earnest wish in word or thought.
There is no telco nor there is no business in Heaven!
What the angels of God want is to set your phone in silent mode.
The church discourages devotees from using their phones
To ensure the novena masses will remain solemn.
There you can see the loving angels singing in a sober mood.
Viva Pit Senyor!!! in a thunderous mood.
I gently beckon inspiration
for dalliance with mother tongue
English Language, each
singular lettered manifestation
familiar to yours truly symbolized
by panoply, sans twenty six letters,
whereby this patient scrivener
luxuriates, when writer's block
yields sudden gush,
nee burst of creativity
dissolving impenetrable wall
mental log jammed impasse,
discourages literary ambitions
dashed exerted forcefulness
'pon cerebral terra incognita
counterproductive grip locks
figurative drawbridge begetting
utmost frustration allowing egress
and ingress constituting obstructed surge
temporarily disabling free and clear
transmission between damned fount
barricading abundant bajillion ideas
silent at loggerheads clangor and din
analogous between unswerving enemies
prepared to fight till the death,
exhausting mental energy expended
attempting armistice with futile results,
hence quixotic oft repeated
time tested metaphor
i.e. deliberate pressure foisted
upon seat of aging cerebral matter
inadvertently coloring fist sized organ
at least fifty shades of gray,
versus unexpurgated brainstorming
linkedin with unfettered restraint
breeds favorable prodigious ideas
jotted/ typed stream of consciousness fashion
modus operandi favorable to engender
receptive access, asper her excellent see
i.e. entrance untrammeled leeway
with minimal clash of opposing
titanic invisible entities
thus, aye abandon battering ram
to experience positive outcome
giving good n plenti profuse flood
unstoppable geyser spewing
plethora of appealing material
to arrange into cogent synchronicity!
The best feeling of the day
is when I wake and pray...
someone may say," Why pray?"
" Are you going to be a monk like Jay?"
Another discourages me by saying,
" He spends hours on his knees getting
bruises that don't heal fast, they only acerbate;
is it worth the sacrifice to be celibate? "
I would reply to this idiot with this line,
" You live without faith, what inspires you to live? "
Idling time away in a rocking chair with nothing to give,
you think that living is avarice...no friends, no love until you die!
Have you woken up and thought, " Why am I alive? "
" Where's the best feeling of the day...making you thrive? "
Lazy, lazy man get off that chair and get a life,
do yourself a favor...go out there and help others!
Greedy, greedy man spend some money...get rid if those rags!
Who would want to be your friend? Don't even think of a wife!
The best feeling of the day
comes to me when the morning breeze makes me breathe and hope,
and overjoyed by every heartbeat, it brings vibrant life to my blood;
I praise, I praise Him and worship His creation by bowing my head...
faithless, faithless man pray
and feel what I feel each dawn....ready to face any challenge and cope!
You rather deny His existence and live by Man's ways seeking vain things...
blind, blind man where do you stand?
Your empty bottles pile up as trash and your breath stinks!
Lonely, lonely man without any friend,
get off booze and drive the demons out of your dark soul...
come outside and feel alive by breathing new air and begin to love!
The best feeling of the day
comes with the rising of sunlight,
when waves break on rocks and bubble...
that's when I stroll in the cool sand and watch a kite
reaching a golden cloud that the passing wind loves to tickle;
and like that flapping kite: I would fly away! I would fly away!
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Ha! That catch phrase
(kid ding lee writ)
hoop fully goat yar attention
truth be told, (no...no...
no...not by me
boat some tee else of course)
mine min (yute) yen
for light banter i.e. badinage,
(this horny toad juiced ribbing...
frog git about it), yea,
I know that punning
while keying (NOT SAFE),
sometimes dill lutes
ma serious pickling attempt ren
doors an unsuspecting reader
(bajillion times out of zero) pen
ultimately probably discourages,
an increased virtual fanbase,
rectified by the following asinine
non-sequitur (a come men
dib bull double
entendre) totally tubularly
barbed with Freudian
slip age, that ken
figuratively grab immediate
interest of hen
pecked recipients (with pock marks
to prove such assertion)
might strongly concur even
without being aware how
psychoanalysis willy thrust
significance of phallus
in everyday affairs,
particularly how peppy
(even after applying
WD-40) can rust
and/or atrophy as if cell bait,
hence thee dick cree,
that intercourse a must
(as told by this husband
in a sexless marriage
as a result, I might
join a convent) as a lust
result, either that or
go set me a
watch woman as mistress
tubby integrated within
my private life
even if one
needs tubby bussed
from the outer limits of the
sterling twilight
zona pellucida ideally,
where love of c**t tree and
priapism maketh sea men go bust!
A place where darkness
Is strong and absorbs the light
With evils so wrong
No one knows what will be done
To the innocent people
Even though they were strong
A place where nasty sins
Grow fiercer than any place else
Where shadows and sorrows
Seem to pierce through the rays
The embrace of sunshine
Has seen many better days
A place where fear discourages
The pure of heart to accept
Help from those who would give them
A chance to be cleared of charges
That these wicked groups
Wish to punish them so horribly for
A place where guns and knives
Are more than mere arms
These mean that hatred has won
And the grace from God
Is being rejected by them so
Hope is no longer known
A place where horrors
Are brought into the light
Leaving even the sunrise
Compromised by fright
And raining down terrors
Through these sad lives
A place where silence
Is better than a voice
Because the Taliban
Leaves most without choice
Discouraging the faith
That might make a way
A place where most realize
They hope to avoid
Because all who live there
Are sought to be destroyed
By angry radicals
Who seek out the defenseless
A place where God knows
There is so much need
For goodness and kindness
The light that twinkles in eyes
Who know that love is
The only answer to ease this battle
This is a war between right and wrong
Only God’s kindness
Breathed softly in a song
Consoles the innocent
With assurance that in time
God will rain down justice on this fight for souls
Afghanistan Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
August 22, 2021