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In the morning, innocent lamb left the farm
Behind his master, moved to the meadow
A treacherous chapman loomed him
In his purity, he listened to chap’s distorted words
As sweet as honey, they lead him astray his master
Naively, guiltless lamb was led into a deep hole.
Up and down, lamb looked; this is life as well.
He sat in the fleapit all day long like a mole
But never thought of a dump but another dwell
Mother sheep baabed to lamb’s deaf ear in hell.
Lamb’s meekness has been exploited to death
And in the deep hole, safe he believes he is
As time comes, he’ll be on knees to look up
For God to unbolt his mind and unclutter his ears
To remember many hearts, he has snubbed.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Title:
Are we all mysteriously
Sinful?
(A lone voice whispers)
In the beginning
Did you secretly
Walk like a curious
Enigmatic Charles Darwin
Looking
Whilst
Lost in Youth
Seeking The Meaning of Sin
To clandestine dark places where
Angels
Without harps
Profusely lambast and
Sing
Searching
Through concealed ancient manuscript and treatises
Seduced by Mistresses and Masters
Of Seductions
By their ever-changing winds
And rhymes
And now
Are you still covertly
Only understood
By a select few
Riding your Pale Horse
Tempestuously
Through lost
Biographies of Old Beliefs
Always on the lookout for engagements
A means to sometimes
Circumvent dark
Carnal release
Or are you still drinking Cool-Aid
From the Matrix’s ever spinning
Propaganda's machine
As the Cosmic Serpent
Of your own Apocalypse
Approaches with such devious guile
Heralding a new divine invasion
Of your own United Nations
So you still dwell in
A new vision of Gilgamesh
Wallowing in previous dark memories of
Sins
Of old encounters and embraces
Of its sensuous
Flesh
Or are you a new lost Nikola Tesla
Lost in the folds of deep personal histories
Overwhelmed
With impropriety and greed
Still seemingly held in check
By fingerprints of
Memories Old Gods
But still always courageously
Praying silently to the skies
Trying to save
Your soul
Always praying someone
Hears you and your deeds and comes down
To intercede
Copyright John Duffy
When was the last time I looked in the mirror
only to look into eyes that I felt were not mine?
They were two dark dots which held a glimmer
of an empathy and caring which is unlike my nature.
Looking more closely at that glimmer staring back at me
I see a part of my being that could only have come from Mom.
She had that glimmer in her eyes everyday of her life
a legacy which she passed on to her daughter and sons alike.
Soft, gentle, caring, sharing the love she had for me as her child
her motherly complexion reflected back in the glimmer I see.
What other gifts are part of the legacy of this feminine heritage?
Is this the reason I am able to love with abandon my own family?
I cannot dwell on this moment of realization that I am part female
as Dad is also here, strong, muscular, but with the same love for me.
Sharing a life of caring for a family which they have made together
I am grateful for both parts of the nature which I see in that mirror.
They have made me who and what I am to all I know, meet, and love
Especially to HIM from whom all things come.
The cart of time carries me along the ordained path
from the listless life rooted in the threshold of present
to the desolate wilderness where I was once.
That’s the fading past receding away fast,
waiting to get abandoned and obliterated.
Lying in the shadow’s edge of the furtive future,
creating the convivial flood of copious craving,
inundating the lavish landscape of my ornate life,
I dwell in the fancy desire domain of perpetuity
with the deathless dream of delusive longevity.
I perceive the pulsating memory undying
reside in the remote recess of the passionate past,
where the beguiled bird of my love for life
soars in the seamless sky of my sensual present,
wings of hope flutter to fly past the future horizon.
I drift to the certain end with the immortal soul,
floating entranced in the sublime sea of eternity
with winds of love blowing on impermanent sail.
I yearn to get from the divine time for my life
the treasured magnanimous gift of longevity.
Sweet smells
of musky green love
hang high in the ceiling
close to were we are
an altitude high
hazy still state
laughs of swellness rain down
close to where we never dwell, sober and unswayed
it's hard to stand still in the rain
but heavens bliss is a blanket of innocence
red view in the rear view -lights flash
sweet bird softly land
birch blue is anew as life is
aglow, aglow, aglow
all around me
is all I know
please don't tell me I should go
outside it is getting late
policeman listen don't you know
people grow old waiting on their own lives to unfold
I want answers to loosen their hold on secrecy
let them dance with me
waltzing away
a ticket that's crisp as autumn is handed to me
last of him I hope to see, on to another steep fall into valleys of lucidity
COPYRIGHT @ NANCY BECKMAN
February 26 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 35-36
Key Verse – Numbers 35:34 Defile not therefore the land which ye shall inhabit, wherein I dwell: for I the LORD dwell among the children of Israel.
FAITH IN GOD WHO DWELLS AMONG US
God dwells among us, ruling in His righteousness
Thanks be unto Him for granting us salvation-graciousness
Verily performing toward our blissfulness
So that in faith we can persist toward a life of holiness.
God dwells among us, offering genuine fulfillment
Thanks be unto Him for instructing us with His commandment
Verily drawing us toward His commission-settlement
So that in faith we can succeed for His glory as our commitment.
God dwells among us, working for our perfection
Thanks be unto Him for enabling our new-creation
Verily upholding us toward our transformation
So that in faith we can continue in His will’s satisfaction.
God dwells among us, conquering our fears
Thanks be unto Him for keeping us around His peace midst our tears
Verily dealing with us toward courageous gears
So that in faith we can win against temptation-steers.
God dwells among us, welcoming our spirited worship
Thanks be unto Him for inviting us within His fellowship
Verily cheering us toward diligent stewardship
So that in faith we can bear fruits in our discipleship.
God dwells among us, guiding our ministerial responsibility
Thanks be unto Him for assuring us His truth’s certainty
Verily teaching us toward valuing our calling’s stability
So that in faith we can testify about our servanthood’s prosperity.
God dwells among us, firing up our revival fire
Thanks be unto Him for guarding us against sinfulness’ mire
Verily securing us toward the answer of our prayer-desire
So that in faith we can enjoy living for Him 'til earthly breath will expire.
February 26, 2025
She arrived on the wings of a butterfly
But left with wings of an angel, soaring ever so high
She’s found heaven's glory in which to dwell
I know that she is with love and doing well
Her laughter still floats on a summer breeze
And tears still fall with the rain
And butterflies still flutter with delicate ease
Where flowers bloom and happiness reigns
She held my hand, running through the fields
Brought me safety with her protective shields
Then called me often crying out to me
When I was restricted from her, not allowed to see
But, she left with wings of an angel
To a far better place than here
Her memory is my cherished souvenir
Bright light shines on her, where she has no fear
~~~
8/2/17
Acknowledgement:
My thanks and appreciation to Heidi for
sharing her poetic voice with me.
As always, it was a pleasure working with you Heidi.
They dreamt at midnight of the 31st, that life,
Would somehow magically transform?
That somehow, beautiful fairies on gilded unicorns,
Could bring them back to days of bubbles, joy and laughter.
Ah, but money and power had instituted a life of strife!
They clinked expensive glasses of champagne as 'twas the norm.
Never once noticing they wore striped-followers uniforms!
Prisoners, all, sons and daughters.
Some drank far too much, to drown the depth of strife.
But these souls, next day would still bow, behave and conform.
Never regaining their freedoms, through silly jokes and laughter!
They would have to start reading, works filled with freedom, rife!
And create a massive, international freedom storm.
To regain, what indeed was theirs, fearless is speech and pen,that
day and forever after!
All in essence, to have an intelligent world, we must strike!
Say NO to fear and Propoganda, go against all the norm.
Then, next year to twirl, with fear gone, dwell in the halls of freedom
with our children's feet, tapping pitted-patter.
~Inner Peace, Power and Strength~
Panagiota Romios
12/28/2021
5am PST
A yellow song about autumn
Leaves falling slowly
May nature embrace me gently
Birds mixing tunes
Of such ecstatic sound
Rising a sweet melody
Creeds and song carried with the wind
in the highest tempo
Kissing one heart priceless gold
Crossing bridges and mountain majesty of the world
Rustling softly breathless whispers treasure
Most quiet need, by autumn sun and candlelight
Like sweet thoughts in a dream
Dazzling of wonder as magical charms
floating flutters gently on a breeze
Delightful day it is for all who dwell
delicately blown upon warm sunlight rays
The sumptuous yearning of summer that left
Breathtaking feeling dance circles around
Viewing elements and seasons as they change
Deeply touches embracing beauty inside
Into the dawn's early and tender caresses
You stand in front of the sun
morning dewdrops upon your vision
Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 16.10.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
All my life's a circus
where clowns still dance on my brain
where elephants fly and tigers get high
by now your surely insane.
The retarded goat sippin a rootbeer float
started belting out a familiar tune
It had to do with his girlfriend Sue
and a rather horny baboon.
You're up on the tightrope and begin to fall
as the ringmaster calls your name
You hit the ground and look around
and wake up on a plane.
You land in the tent where the
circus freaks dwell
but beware of what they might steal
your hanging around upside down
and fall mentally ill.
Your friends are all gone
and your left all alone
for life has been a game
You turn on the tube and watch something crude
as you slowly go insane!