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I am the scary man,
The one your mother warned you about,
The one hiding under your bed at night,
The one with no conscience
The man who will steal your child
The one who will make them suffer
The one who will break in while you sleep,
The man who disregards the value of
A beating heart,
The one with the bomb strapped to him
Ready to kill in the name of God,
The one ready to abort your unborn child
The one with the gun in your childs classroom
You may have seen my deeds on tv
But you havent really seen me
But you believe the lie i put before you,
For i am no man
I am the great deciever
I have come to steal, kill, and destroy,
I am your daily enemy,
I am Satan,
And you havent seen anything yet.
Basic addition teaches us that 2 + 2 are four…
and how each day we are one day older than we were the day before…
If you think that you are different…that it’s not happening to you…
a quick look in the mirror will prove how this is true.
But every now and then…defying the lessons we learned in school
time allows us a quick visit to the past as she disregards her rules.
Our family, like all families, through the years has grown…
with many of our family members now living on their own.
But when our family comes together…like this Christmas
(although it really doesn’t matter where or when)
In those moments we share together we all seem young again…
Yes, we’ve all grown a little older…some of us are more wrinkled
and our hairs’ a shade of grey…
but when our family gets together…it’s our inner children who come out to play.
We hug, we laugh, we eat pizza,
it’s a day filled with old traditions as a couple new surprises
we even play a silly game and and hand out cheap door prizes!.
And when I think I’m crazy….that this couldn’t be happening to me…
I look into the mirror…and there…a younger me I see.
I hope this Christmas everyone out there is as blessed and lucky as me
that you all feel a little younger…a little more innocent…and free…
And, for a moment, one brief moment, you get to experience life as it’s meant to be…
When time lets down her guard…and…2 + 2…are three.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS
To watch them pass on by
So pensive, grave, with winter in the lace
That shrouds each year that time cannot deny
A springtime switched to autumn graces
Has furrowed in their seasoned faces
And covers gray of silken hair
While all the world strolls by in haste
With a sense of reverence in the air
She lifts her languid eye
A wrinkled brow portrayed
Where lines of time and experience lie
Where every movement displays
The falling leaves of yesterday
Before the tears of sweet despair
Were spread upon the April day
With a sense of reverence in the air
Composed they stroll, arm in arm, thigh to thigh
Some say their worth has spent its day
She holds her self in calm reply
His world once used him by swift pace
Wisdom disregards the youthful chase
They walk to buy some flowers fair
Their youth is put to rest today
With a sense of reverence in the air
No tear should trickle from your eyes
No need to mourn for yesteryear
For sagely knowing what never dies
With sense of reverence in the air
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Inspired by Catie's contest Ballade Boomba
MY KING:
Upon Jehovah have I fixed my eyes.
The waves of the sea,
The creatures in the skies,
The vegetation and beasts,
Same do the mountains up above.
Adorations do the entire universe sing;
The name Jehovah's glorified at all times.
At His presence I'm clinged to His feet,
And from ages He's always at my side.
In His hands my heart blissfully beats,
As He's always keeping me alive.
Anytime I commit wrong deeds,
In His mercies and grace do I hide.
Picked me up from the deadly street,
And changed the chronicles of my life.
He cuddles and empowers me,
Because He never let me feel contrite.
He soothes me with his breeze;
Making me grow to the higher height.
Never disregards nor forsakes me,
In his secrecy do I abide.
Time past darkness didn't let me see,
But now His divine power keeps me in His light.
Sin kept me captive but I'm now free;
No more lost sheep among demonised swines,
Saved by Christ's death on the tree.
Shedding His blood was more benign,
I'm a new creation, Jehovah's breed.
Holy Spirit in me, my life's so fine,
So therefore my soul dwells in peace.
Will forever serve him even when I die.
He's the King of Kings and forever will He be;
His rulership is undoubtedly divine,
And He's excellent in gree.
Written December 7, 2024, for contest Sponsored by: Karen Jones
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When we lose a lesson, we etch an example on a rock,
Be the alteration you wish to view, all round the clock.
We have a deep link and a prosaic mental stake.
After brittle, we allow what we did not forsake.
We seek worth in this life and deem it divine.
Wind disregards the leaves that fall upon the shrine.
Hearts flutter and linger when you're in sight.
Exuberance refers to its outstanding delight.
The exquisite tapestry radiates light from the inside.
Intertwined strands of the lustrous, silvery guide.
You hope nothing more than my crushed heart.
Would you be willing to bring us back to the start?
Time lends death the echo of silent screams.
Dark whispers back to you ripped from dreams.
I tuck away what I have experienced inside.
When it emerges, we are bound to collide.
He who disregards truth and justice
Will sooner or later go the whole hog;
His bestial appetites and habits,
His love of cruelty and power eventually will take over
Perhaps without him ever realizing the danger.
He is not only beyond the control of others
But beyond his own control.
He does no good ( like rainless clouds or fruitless trees,
Heaping abuse on anything he doesn't understand;
Spoiling the fellowship meals with his irreverent behavior.
He lives at the mercy of his brutish instincts,
Looking after Himself instead of caring for his brother.
Like storm, he leaves behind him shame and disgrace;
like the dirty foam left along the beach by the wild waves.
He's like stars that have wandered into outer space and give no light,
He grumbles about everything and have a huge chip on his shoulder.
He is one in reign,
A loud-mouthed show-off
Who flatters others for his own advantage
And give free reign to his evil desires.
Let the Cuba flourish with
The prosperity
Let Venezuela thrive
So the many vehicles
Citizens will drive
Driving license they posess
And the working permit
In the history of world
Who was main the hermit
I withdraw from social life
But I ain't the Amish
Simply I would like to write
And this is kinda Armish
Let security of Arctic
Well established be
Let the countries of the Baltic
Be from tariffs free
Let the Ice of Glaciers melt
Peguins of Denmark
Let wildfire appear ceased
At the first of spark
Let Panama Channel traffic
Useful and required goods
Let the women be all pretty
Manly normal fools
Let the electronic voting
Quickly to produce results
Let the many many fingers
Press the Keyboards ALTs
Let convert carat to meter
Foot to gallon let convert
This is distance we do measure
Enquiring our Fort
Let loose diginity and respect
Eaten I the rice today
Disregards of how I am genius
Nice to have
At least somebody
Who will give you A
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I ain't no one apt for peace
The war still runs its function
I want you narcotics cease
Dragon is the Banshee
SO explain to stupid people
Strategy of yours
In reality of real
There's no remorse
Where have they gone, our poor creatures of the wild?
Their forest lost, because of human cause-
sadly sprang to suburbs- having been exiled.
Invaded, they have fled by wings, hooves, and claws,
when before, in sync with nature, they had sought
only peace- now stolen, backed by new-found laws.
This was their home until wealthy buyers bought-
with no empathy- just standard disregards,
constructing mega-mansions without a thought.
Now- they are roaming into our private yards-
their world ended by construction engineers;
huge virgin forests bulldozed and shred to shards.
From their forest homes, protected many years-
they've been driven to unsafe, urban frontiers.
February 22, 2021
Premiere Contest: Your 2021 N/A Choice
Sponsor: William Kekaula
N/A in Contest: "While Mother Earth Gently Moans"
Judged March 18, 2021
From the heart these words are sown
Borrowed from the word and on loan
Follow along as you will read
In turn these rhymes your soul they’ll feed
In an attempt to pen like Cowper and Knox
And share these thoughts from a bag of rocks
And type them in line perfect and straight
About the Beatitudes for now here’s eight.
The first on the list as we seek and dive
Starting in Matthew and in chapter five
Regarding the nature of poor in spirit
Is about serving others if you can hear it
Secondly lives have been shattered and torn
Our sins hurt others and we neglect to mourn
We fail to extend a recompense
As we rationalize our odious offense
Next is the call and nature of the meek
But do not confuse it does not mean weak
It suggest to be gently, courteous and kind
But the world disregards and put it behind
Where are those who hunger and thirst
To bring about justice for those dispersed
In what ways can we help those in need
And help the poor and those who bleed
Mercy it appears to not even exist
Men wage war with a hard clenched fist
Grace is grounded in total forgiveness
Without it our souls die in darkest sickness
And out of the heart the mouth dost speak
But the pure in heart and those who seek
With the motives of the mind brought to light
Are those who shine like stars burning bright
Fortunate are the peacemakers in the land
That make amends and lower their hands
It is never ever wise for us to take delight
In those who would prefer to start a fight
Finally these attitudes come with a twist
Expect to be persecuted but don’t resist
Challenge the world and the system
This lyric came from the Kings true wisdom
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It is the end of the week, and another payday.
The man ignores responsibilities and the bills he must pay.
A trip to the casino is what this gambler will choose.
More than likely, again he will lose.
He prefers to stay inside where it is not sunny.
Riding on long-shot bets will be his money.
The probability is this bettor will be down on his luck.
He will blow his bankroll and not give a ****.
The man decides to leave early in the morning.
He disregards each family member’s warning.
Once more, he displays his temper without any class.
After hitting the wall, he says; “Shove it up your ***!”
There is one certain thing while he is alive.
This loser will go and gamble despite the long drive.
After dropping all of his own hard-earned money,
he will go and steal from his family.
Ones who care for him he treats like small change.
He believes his behavior is something not strange.
On another casino trip, the money is blown away.
He says, “Don’t worry; I’ll get it back some day.”