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Faith Is a Powerful Thing

Faith is a well-trodden path,
Affording a sanctuary to the troubled hearts,
In the depth of your soul you'll find peace;
Tattered souls, bruised hearts, disturbed minds,
Healed by the simple act of believing.

In His infinite wisdom He created the Universe,
Save this wretched little corner in my mind,

Asking questions, fostering doubts!

Pour unto my heart the Elixir of Eternal Life,
O, my Lord, my Benefactor,
Walk with me through these troubled times,
Erring ways of mine you kindly forgive,
Restore in me the willingness to accept the truth,
Forgive me my trespasses,
Until Thy Kingdom come,
Lead me not into temptation.

Thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory,
Hallowed be Thy name,
I am Thy lost sheep and Thou my Good Shepherd
Now, let me not wander astray,
Getting down on my knees to Thee I pray!


For Mystic Rose "Faith is a powerful thing" contest.
Form: Acrostic


Premium Member Tale of the Last Warrior

Wouldst, such mortal traverse the crags of Ne'ermere tails,
tis a grayest hour whence Luna's twilight flits her crown whipped
freed of mnemonic shimmers.

Hail winds bade the cliffs fond too well,
the forest dwelleth quietude, erring not to wake ired beasts.

The Black fog rose amidst digits crag,
gorging deeply in a slithering bout,
its murky poking hazing to edge's where hast steep crevices befallen
debris burdens.

Forgiven enemies miserably hast to but exclaim vapid
excuse faltering, absent of morals that yield despair
heightens.

Invasive spirit's of Ne'ermere hatha steered lost souls to the steppes,
to the moors.

The ambling blood moon followed a selection of bane thoust chose for
dying, fast coming.

Inky's inscript on columbine petals are guarded riddle,
steeped in thine devil's brew of concoctions.

Constant a stirring from tri-conjurers and duo warlocks
of ruin, loss, and havoc--locals all of Ne'ermere.

A daring wraith bidst the gifts amassed of bless souls,
the voids of trifled entities of a doomsday.

Shortening the navigated souls in their mortal state of decay,
their tenuous grasp of wilted massive fibrous veins. 

Remnants of a vigorous life surrender to their authentic demise via a 
hall between perishing slow or death's blow.

Truly, a proper act of granting reassemblage their formers,
Earth's finality prompt sail to the sunrise of the ancients,
and a warriors welcoming.

Premium Member Less Judgemental Life

When our paths crossed for the first time 
you behaved arrogantly hurting with me
I found you wore a mask to hide secrets prime 
us on the same page I knew I would never see. 

Our paths forked for I found you rudely shrewd 
as I traveled composed down the memory lane
your veritable valued self-respect I misconstrued 
the mistake I learned to own up with mental pain.

I set my self-centric life on the right course 
became prudent with infusion of tolerance 
misunderstanding was erring impulsive force 
failed to glean latent truth at the first glance.

Facade of seeming bearing can be deceptive
the contours of real mind it may not define 
not to be overly critical is a cathartic objective
for if a bit less judgemental life is so very fine.

January 26, 2021
Form: Rhyme

A Rage at air

A rage at air
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

A rage at air ..
The fly, the sparrow, the ostrich in air collision goes ..

Why all the rage ..
Fly asked the sparrow
Your temper is full of bad anger
This long body ostrich
Nearly dead trampled me
He said of ostrich
Watch where you fly !
The ostrich retorted fierce in anger.

Gentlemen conduct please ..
Take on behavior !
Our mayor Mr Tortoise a napping
Please do not cause scandal
Fly counseled both annoyed
If only this erring flatmouth 
Ding dong long flap body 
Knew where to place his legs
And not to drop out of air
From nowhere
There be no problem
Sparrow cursed uncouth

Rage rage rage
Up in the air

Shut your mouth insect
Are you air traffic ?
You underworld riff 
You don't have long to live
I'll kick you fourteen times
After five you won't breathe again
This mountain belongs to me
I just walk to my will !
Is that so ? Fly replied
You ugly swan fake
This is not swan lake
Go style your frizzy fringe instead.

It's Friday not stupid ostrich Thursday 
Why trample good old sparrow
Mine feathers and features
Are rather expensive
I am flamboyant for fashion
But your mug is halloween
Sparrow in laughter tweeted
Freaky second hand peacock 
Fly mused himself in firm
Alliance with sparrow.

Oh these damn fly by nights
Won't let me rest
Mr Tortoise tried to catnap
What gives here !?
Mr Elephant elegantly shouted
Oh shut your pipe
Mr Tortoise evaluated
You not even in the
Damn poem.

My Supplication To the Almighty

I am never intimidated,
or resticted testifying
on Your behalf, but always
courageous and motivated
to let others know in verse
the distorted shunned truth.

Numerous tendencies
and inclinations due
to imperfections weaken
the faithless soul
and the erring spirit.

My supplication to the Almighty
is to live a purposeful, tranquil life
and the same blessing
I ask for my loved ones;
I pledge a deeper respect
for my parents and superiors,
especially for mother
who has guided me
half-way to Paradise
through her daily examples and
inspirational prayers.

I am easily prone to fall into the pit of sin
and into the grievous negligence,
but with the wisdom the Bible givs:
I can rest assured that no harm
I will ever encounter while living.

My supplication to the Almighty
is to never let the sharp swords
of the unbelievers pose a threat
and stop the warm bloodstream
in this body beautified by Him. 

I supplicate the God of David
to whom he dedicated wonderful verses
of humility, faith, wisdom, and virtue
to preserve all thoughts in the hearts of men
when they are faced with the dilemma of choices;
they will perceive that without God's guidance
they will drown in a sea of lust and greed.


Erring-Divine Being

To forgive seems hard to man
For the hurting sake seems so electrifying
To those that live in the town
Correction will make them align 

The bastard amidst thy clan 
May tease your patience of what love assigns
And sometimes gets you frown 
The one once thought the best you can consign

Hearty bluntness and poignant sadness  span 
In rage with the beautiful orientation of thine 
Staging a probation of dilemma arid plan 
Forever together for peace to dine 

By heart, you are made whole 
With grace, you free the bound 
Of blessings, you cure your soul 
That your heart wears not beyond
Form: Rhyme

A Day In the Middle Ages

I dreamt of a bygone past
through a real vision of mind,and
with wide-open eyes:  so real
was the lively dream
that all my senses savored
it as long as it lasted...

I traveled in captivity,
abandoned myself
to a journey in remoteness:
I saw impregnable fortressess
and unconquerable castles
on sun-drenched,barren hills;
so great,so immense
 was my credibility...

Lush,virgin forests lying beneath
massive and foggy mountains,
making the merry sounds
of sparkling streams
and crackling leaves;
alone in the wildrness
to test the strenght
of my erring spirit:
when I could hear in a sky without clouds:
God's spirit floating on the winds,
and fierce,clashing armies
filling the murky air with death....

I dreamed of lovely dames
riding stallions alongside     
young,handsome princes:
I even joined in their frantic cavalcades
through groves of pines and maples,
to find the glimmering meadows
where their bodies united in amorous
and passionate delight...

I dreamt of a mysterious past,
buried with the opaque secret 
of the Dark Ages, when innocence
was considered a rare virtue,
elevating itself to a place of blue:
where God listened with joy
to adorn that soul with glory...
Form: Rhyme

Naked Against the World

Government officials, chasing me 
A peaceful Naked being dance on the street
Woke from a nightmare being chased by blind eyeballs draped in flags, 
City on fire, smokestacks, meat trucks, doctors of insanity.

I came to a decision
Gonna stay here in my Naked skin
I don't think there is a promised land out there anymore,
Gonna stay here in Cap d' Adge, France.

I say some prayers that the children of the world have a future
Where Nudism is accepted and not shyed upon
I ponder to why the human species shy away from something they came with,
Humans keep making this same mistakes over and over. 

Luckily in this era the hate just keeps getting lesser and lesser
But erring on side of the positive 
Put out more awarness about the loving community of Nudists my fellow Nudist,
Put out more faith in Nudism as it liberates.

In a Bossom

"Will you sing for my soul?"
Oh no,..."if I'm lost will you search for my whereabout?",
Thank God I made  no vowed show,
Storms of existence always tell me of an hideout, 
"I will never open door of my love for you to go out",
she said with a brightened face,
We both didn't know it will end this way,
You had my virtue swallowed in dismay, 
Later after that day,you're now potruded with wrong decision,
There are reasons why all creations bring to me support,
"It's all about loyalty",weary you're shot,
They made me understand what is meant by faithfulness, 
But,you'll tell me you're human,
And erring is  for  everyone, 
Trivially,you can care of what we fought for, 
"...or you weren't rightful for me?",
Those hinterlands that we laboured for Greenfield, 
Tears streaming down my cheeks is powerful than the pain filled, 
The better place I traveled speculatively to is no more,
Why tell me you were serious when you knew before us will be dull?
A split of time you've wasted all our years,
My name  is fierce, 
And my bone is rotting in my body,
Yet still I'm walking with nobody,
If nothing would be refixed,then free me,
All bloodshed is not about ammunition, 
The time flowers sprung love wasn't lost among us,
Seduction in your mouth tried to prolong us,
Take this as a chance to find new lover,
Music has ruled over the entire life of me,
Lucifer wasn't my trainer, 
I can't lie,...in a better sleep, 
Behind a piano I play my feelings with ease,
But with little space,...you'll be a recital in what I have for you,
Only if the parcel presents us with affectionate food,
Like River Jordan,wash a dude,
Because,I wasn't sure you could find me,
Take me there to your resting place,
I'm found,...you're felt...
Yes,...Heaven got melt
Here we're now curled.

Premium Member Timing

A red rising sun like a fireball on the horizon
Ushers in a warm humid day
Slowly it inches its way up, changes colors 
Welcomes all to come play

The roosters excited voices toll out their cock-a-doodle-do
While cooing Doves welcome the sun highlighting sky's blue

One lone crow caws out atop a Georgia Pine
As the sun changes to clear illumination
Right aligned with the Master's time 

Has my timing met the Master's 
Did my clock strike-out on its own
Yes, it did at times leaving Him all alone
He waited with arms wide open
Welcomed me back into the fold
An erring child welcomed 
That He dressed in the finest purple robe

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