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When the day is done
And you are at ease
Just recharge your mind
Do as you please
Just relax
Your heart is pounding
From a fast paced track
Slow the pace down
Just relax
From the helter skelter living
To the treadmill pounding
There is no sense at all
If you cannot rest for a while
Take some time out and discern
So vigour is reborn
Sit down, lie down, float around
But always try, to just relax
Just relax from the strains that rides us
From the tedium of life which irks us
From the sorcerers who torment us
From The Strawman who represent us
Don't worry at all
Things will change
Keep your countenance
Let it shine
Feel the joy, that's inside
Do good, so it may comfort your soul
Sing praises, let your blessings unfold
Your heart is pounding
Beating your chest
You are under constant scrutiny
You are under constant duress
Recharge your aura
Be blessed
Put aside your burden
And just relax
Live your life
With no regrets
Ignite your passions
Seek a redress
So what was hidden from your sight
Becomes the new dawning
Becomes the new Light
Look upon the clouds
Watch the trees
Watch their growth
Watch the animals as they frolic
Over the glens and down the crevice
Watch the trees planted tall
Watch the plants, clinging to the wall
And with purpose, they survive
When I think of the wonders
I then realize
Take some time out to be amazed
Take some time out to laze
For of all the things that keeps us on the track
Never forget your blessing
When you just relax
...Let them decide, on a one-by-one basis,
what constitutes improvement in their lives.
don’t try to push on them moral ideas,
leave that to their own conscience to decide.
Those Founding Fathers had the right idea,
freedom is the thing mankind can know,
and progress is not an external cause,
it’s a person’s choice how to change or grow.
Since society is made of people
the only way that the whole can improve,
is if the ones decide, of their own free will,
to take it upon themselves to do good.
But individuals can’t be predicted,
and differ greatly on what they think is right,
so for every one who pulls themselves up
another will plunge down, right out of sight.
For every one who chooses charity,
another will give in to their own greed,
some chose to work to get their daily bread,
others will turn to crime to get what they need.
No power exists that can rewrite our will,
even suppressed it still finds a way out,
to get all mankind moving one ‘preferred’ way
is something evolution won’t allow.
This is not a truth some folks want to hear,
they dream of remaking mankind anew,
but human nature is something that can’t change,
protecting rights is the best we can do.
Whilst listening out for the pitching and
cresting frequency of the turbines and
blades from the wind farm upon
Frankenstein's castle on the hill
Mistress of the pale rose deftly ballet
dancing the breeze from the inside out
of a green mile prison bar
I want I wish I cast my net like a fisherman
in famine times from the whence the sun
comes up and later drops
As this years crops have failed the once
plentiful fertile soil is now gathering up dust
underfoot from the elders dancing and
pleading to God to save the day and
for the rain to come
So gather all yee faithful
Put on and dress up in your Sunday best
Spray yourself in floral scent
And let the world outside relent
And only for a minute if you can
Find and depress the off button
And switch off your computer please
And let it sleep as well
For it's you i have come to visit and see
And take a journey of discovery and
revisit back to the future past to a
foreign time not so long ago
To a land where people used to take
the time to stop and talk and enquire
of one another something as simple as
How are you and all of yours doing
Are you in fact ok
Is everything alright
We have all the time in the world
You now have my complete attention
Give this dog a bone
I don't bite
I promise I will only patiently listen to you
dictate and tell your story in which or
whatsoever manner of your choice
And together we can write the poem
of your life in word's this far
Because if not now than when is
this world in more need of real
life super heroes
Who do not feel the need to hide behind
mask's or wear a suit or cape in order
to do good
They battle weary face a sword with
the only armour disposed know unto
them to wield
A heart infused with truth , purity
and innocence a pen and 1 left and
1 right long sleeve
To write this stain in permanent
coagulating blood
Enjoy your victory whilst it lasts
For you not only do you know what
you have done
Nor not the consequences of what
is to come that can never be undone
That fate alone for you awaits
Because all I know about life is that
it's fleeting all of us are merely visitors
passing through
Whilst death on the other hand
Isn't
Human nature has no sense of time and space as being an automatic element of change. Indeed, modern mankind bears the very same degrading capacities
for evil as did our forefathers. Regardless of where they were stationed on the planet or what time period they existed, they had the ability to both do good
as well as to be evil. *Ancient history records a SILKEN ruler, rich and
powerful, who had little concern for anyone but himself. Moreover, records
reveal that he came from good and decent stock, having descended from a family who shared graciously with the citizens of their domain. Drowning in a
pool of OPULENCE handed down from his forefathers four centuries prior to his reign, it appeared that any trace of VICARIOUS blood had completely vanished.
Indeed, he had no concept of what it meant to act or suffer on behalf of another. He ruled dictatorially and any who voiced opposition were at best
thrown into prison or even worse, killed. His was a steady diet of violence and war with no regard for international laws. An ADORN of militaristic gear every
day was his attire, and he demanded that everyone including his family to
EXULT and render praise to him regardless of what he did or didn't do. He
made a MOCKERY of justice and goodwill, rendering void any IMPETUS for change. It was he alone who created the vast CHASM of relational turmoi, and
it would take time and God alone if ever there would be tranquility. His depraved reign was proof. The die was cast long ago in a garden called Eden.
08142018PoetrySoupContest, Eight Word Challenge, John Hamilton, 7P
*Fictional. 14-24 line max.
GONE
Time is running slowly
Every single minute I get more lonely
The pain inside me strangling my heart
I always do good why am I being hurt?
I feel like nobody understands me
With me is where I'd rather be
I just want to be alone
As my own death I mourn
There are voices in my head quarreling
The confrontation is hurting
Slowly going insane
My life is never the same
The rope is still clinging from the ceiling
Still and not swinging
Ready to perform it's duty
Very strong it is my mission is fruity
Memories racing in my mind
Of how I wanted to be one of a kind
A good life is all I wanted
To a suicidal person I've been converted
Climbing on the stool thinking of how people will be mourning
When they find my dead body in the morning
Will their tears be real
Wish I get to know how they will feel
Dear God
Today help me to be what You would have me be
Help me to put aside self and live for You
Help me to treat others as You would and not flee
God I plead, fill me with Your love through and through
Dear God
Help others to see You in me each day, and not an old
Old woman who is failing in all aspects of herself
Remake me; mould me so to draw others to your fold
Let them see You, Yourself and take Your Book from the shelf
Dear God
As I hear of all bad that is happening upon Your earth
Help me to seek out news of the good and do good
And Love each minute of giving having internal mirth
Thank You for listening, I know You have heard as You should, Selah
Amen
The Eternal Holy Spirit is Eternal God and the 3rd Person of the blessed Eternal Trinity
The Eternal Holy Spirit is the love between the Eternal Father and the Eternal Son
The Eternal Holy Spirit sanctifies souls through the gift of grace
The Eternal Holy Spirit gives us grace which is Father Christ’s life in us
There are 2 kinds of grace Sanctifying grace and Actual grace
Sanctifying grace are
1st Makes us holy and pleasing to Eternal God
2nd Makes us adopted children of Eternal God
3rd Makes us temple of the Eternal Holy Spirit
4th Gives us the right to Heaven
Actual grace is a supernatural help of Eternal God which enlightens our mind and strengthens our will to do good and to avoid evil
All the special helps that Eternal God gives are Actual graces
He gives us these helps when we need them and as long as we need them
The principal ways of obtaining grace are prayer
And the Sacraments
Especially the Holy Eucharist or the body of Father Christ
I am deeply honored to have been visited by more than three million people.
For more than one hundred years I have stood on Liberty Island facing the Atlantic. With glee and gladness, I have welcomed the poor and the tired, the homeless and the hopefuls.
With my left hand I have graced the tablet documenting the date of your independence. With my right hand, I am privileged to faithfully hold that coveted torch above my head. At my feet as you can see, there is no fancy foot wear, but broken chains. Liberty from oppression is my prayer for those who come to this great land.
It's understandable that by necessity, times and laws of immigration have changed. Moreover, with these eyes I see that not everyone passing me is looking to do good things. I am the lady robed in freedom with a heart of gold and standing more than one hundred and fifty feet tall. Beneath my feet I see waterways and ships from afar; but presently, I see no walls.
It is my hope that all will understand that I do not symbolize the highway to greed and riches, but a pathway forward to new and noble opportunities.
08142017PSContest, Artwork, Lewis Raynes
Chosen 'artwork', The Statue Of Liberty; Source, Wikipedia
A flawless, straightforward and upright person
That’s what you think you are
You do good to other people
You hurt less
You are not heartless
The world itself is complex
There is no room for perfection
Just flaws everywhere
As the race for survival continues
Promises have been broken
Love reduced to just a word
Hatred came as a suprise
And Mean has a confusing meaning
Truth has now become a hard dare
Remember even beauty lies
Yes in the eyes of the beholder
You’ll understand the day you’ll be older
You lie to her,she lies to you
You both make promises
To always be there for each other
Nothing lusts forever
You know yourself better
The things you do in secret
The obsessions,the addictions
The versions of you that nobody knows about
You can try to be the best
You can try not make mistakes
You can even try and fit everywhere
But you’ll never stop being you
You can't march dirt from soiled laundry –
one needs a strong detergent, and several
cycles of rinses. You can't vote dictators
out of office – they do the counting, generally
counting the people out. The world is in a
fix; America in the mix. We need our, so called,
representatives in Washington to gain a backbone...
and not just ring their hands while pontificating –
or are they all so conflicted themselves, that they
dare not do their jobs?
Evil devours Evil! In time a powerful,
ruthless person, decides to do good for
the people – just to get the masses on
his side. So the seat of power can be
transferred. Sometimes a group of well
to do individuals, tired of politics
as usual, have an epiphany...and an
America is born!