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July 16 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 13-15
Key Verse – Proverbs 13:1 A wise son heareth his father's instruction: but a scorner heareth not rebuke.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS INSTRUCTIONS
Praise be to God for His instructions:
Teaching us from misunderstanding midst problems
Talking to us despite mistreatment along persecutions
Telling us His truth against miscommunication due to pride
Testifying to us His triumph over misinformation with perversion
Training us to tackle mismanagement by His power and principles peacefully
Proverbs 14:2 Praise be to the Lord for
enabling us to walk in His uprightness to:
Go toward His perfection, growing for progress
Give for His pursuits while glowing in His plan
Grieve against perdition, guilty of pest’s pull
Grab His privileges, geared for His prize
Glow in His presence, glad to pray
Proverbs 15:9 Praise be to the Saviour for
helping us to follow after righteousness, away from:
Foolishness and falsity
Fear of frightening ferocity
Futility midst fruitlessness-fatality
Faithlessness due to frettings’ folly
Fightings’ fury toward fortitude of faith’s faculty. Amen!
July 16, 2024
—The sun in confined to a bed being seized with jaundice—
Although the neighbors and siblings were gone,
you and I most hold onto father’s arm for the sake of
a deformed child’s fatality that couldn’t come and go as wish.
At the present, however, even the father,
who I have once trusted, lost his crown of adolescence,
and blinks his hopeless eyes with his shaking limbs and body
that has grown thinner and undergoes a trial of heavy silence
being deprived of expressing a self.
It’ll be a white snowstorm soon
for the black wind is growing violent…
though abandoned, here is no oblivion,
for it is constrained abandonment.
Loneliness, therefore, approaches nearer
flapping its huge and dark wings. Hence,
all the more yearn for a tales of old days…
LI PO…li po…
LAFORGUE, JULES…laforgue, jules…
The echo in the middle of the air struck against the moon
and became an appeal of frozen stiff Leica that sounds hollow
and painful, and to return to the tightly closed bosom of the earth
because the moon has thrown her thickened hypocritical veil.
However, even a laurel tree only grows in the moon
withered and dead by a curse called the twentieth century.
Even Jupiter seems deadly brown on this evening
as though the last leaf is hanging onto its dead limb.
I have heard of its thousand stories of lure,
It's stinking songs of allurement,
It's many stripes apportioned an earnest fatality.
Yet it's wave of effectiveness I overlooked.
Till it knocked the doors of my cabin with sounds i dread.
Unprepared i was, my arms far from reach.
I had whittled down my guarded battalion.
So naked I stood, helpless to it's smile of victory.
As I held back the shameful tears of unawareness,
It carefully strolled my path without an invite.
Swallowing all I have labored meticulously for.
O that matchless glory I have labored to attain,
Caught in its web my eyes are lifted high to behold.
Dime after dime it sliced my bowels without mercy.
It stole all I had as it nipped the patience of my soul.
I am found crawling the ends of a wretched existence.
Scavenging like an indispensable beggar to life.
Without worth, lacking the thought of possession.
Left to contend with impecuniousness, penury, so impoverish.
I sought solace in a beginning I still longed to re-venture.
But it's wrath tore me into pieces I'm yet to gather.
So stung to my soul, caged in body and mind.
To thee poverty I beckon with a humbled spirit.
Give to me wealth's sound of speech,
Freedom for a depressed soul to soar.
To climb to the heights of heaven forth the while.
for my grieve is weak and smile not,
and my pain has lost its melody.
Let my shine rise to sparkle bright.
Relieve me, I pray the from thy wrath of death,
For carefully I seek thy mercies with tears.
Love - so fragile and yet so strong
Limitless ways expressed in poetry or song
To describe such a word as powerful as "love"
Words fall short - even in heaven above -
To remotely begin to condense the intensity
Of such emotion with such profound density.
A swirling whirlpool of descriptive adjectives
In agreement and subjective additives,
Cannot ever describe the strongest element
As fragile as porcelain and as sheer relevant
As the keen-eye of a cuckoo bird.
Unlmited artists and lovers at a loss for words
To describe the essence of "love" - it's absurd!
Yet, they all fall short and at a loss
As their minds boggle and toss
Back and forth - to and fro
Is such a search necessary or should we just let go?
Just saying, "I love you," is it suffice to set it free
Or demonstrate love with our mere actions and let it be?
So strong, so brave, so tall, so elegant
So fragile, so sensitive, so kind, so relevant!
So tender, so gentle, and still yet so humble
That love's only blackhole stumble
Is when it is placed in the presence of a single lie...
Because love is 100% true reality
A lie is definitely love's fatality!
Ugly Cat
We have an ugly cat or it has us
That spends hours on a shelf along with dishes
Looks like it’s been run over by a bus
Did I mention it’s malicious?
Kitty sits there with the plates in strict resistance
Thinking about how to become more cute
It has no clue but contemplates existence
As we figure out its longitude and “attitude”
Most small creatures are sweet and cuddly
Not the case with this feline with its fatal flaws
It takes pride in being ugly
And with spare time, tearing curtains, climbing walls
We haven’t figured out the sex yet, of our pretty-less pet
Can’t get too near, it bites and claws our backs
It leaves wounds you won’t forget
We’re not sure if it wears a dress or real fur of black
Ugly cat comes from a questionable lineage
We found it howling in an ally with no vitality
It stays with us, probably won’t reach old age
Lacking looks, will send it to an early grave, a feline fatality
10/08/14 Impress me with a poem (a poem, I haven't read yet) Poetry Contest
Besieged by huge hospital expenses
With health needs midst limited resources
Let's trust God for His grace*-flows
He alone richly bestows
By hard work and fervent faith He blesses!
For goodness' sake and honesty's motive
Tax evasion is not a directive
Let's pay well toward welfare
Supporting services' care
Lest fatality comes so destructive!
*2Corinthians 13:14 The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Ghost, be with you all. Amen.
December 26, 2018
5th place, "Tax and Finance Limericks" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 12/31/2018.
As a lovely lotus, holding her head high, dooms to fade…
So is the fate of which damn degradation does invade!
When the angel of democracy murdered and muted,
Could politics provide people protection well suited?
When disruption of home and strife for living grow thriving,
Doesn't, like corroding steel, society go riving?
When caste, color, creed, and sects, like Rock walls, true growth obstruct,
Could we, midst so solid strife, succeed culture to construct?
Aren't riches, fading flowers, if fail to face poverty?
Could when hunger sky-scrapes, humans dream of joys plenty?
Who can save religions from fermenting fatality,
When, they shift from soul-strengthening spirituality?
When the air, water, soil, hills, vales... get wholly polluted,
Could the environment escape getting foully afflicted?
When inner harmony, easily, by changes challenged,
Could capture of pride by shame be so easily balanced?
Every sphere needs to move in so sequential symphony,
If not, could all live in life-casting cosmic harmony?
03 October 2021
This or That, Vol 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Tonight I will not write
of stars, nor moon,
seeds of wisdom--
just mind flattering
bloom--
Nor will I write of love--
neither here nor above;
though our dearest
sentimentality, the heart,
too often foolishly enacts
its own fatality;
and if I decide to write
(which I have not yet)
it will not be the common
dark vs light--
No, not this, low, literary-fruit
will I harvest, arm and lather;
pick high and low to gather--
likewise, I will divest of
good angels vs evil counterparts--
my rules, my pen; therefore, for me,
some spades can be clubs,
and all pointed diamonds I declare
are now well-rounded, suitable, hearts--
Nor will my Poetic-theme
be of great, vast seas;
nor smaller phrases
of streams—the writer’s
usual surge to roar
that calms to a sleepy bore….
and certainly not
will I write about depth
of self esteem--
the shallow image of self
often incapable of
of deep, worthy gleam;
though seldom do others
see us mere puddles
as we to ourselves
are wrong to deem
(though never approaching
the great-self,
alas, most of us
will only let dream)--
so, tonight, self for me will rest...
and if brought to theme
it will only be for rhyme, my easy best;
Oh! That Poetic Shopping-cart:
shelves of prose! Aisles of mesmeric gleams!
like Poe’s mystic schemes--
clouds feeding voraciously off headless peaks—
those fantastical shoulders we desperate writers
must climb if to find our lofty seeks--
all creative mind’s begging for such volcanic leaks—
No! I will not pontificate on these, for the best programmers
many do still believe are little more than
Charlatans or geeks--
Nor as subject will I attempt the Divine;
our soul’s hope to progress, as wine,
to some vintage state--though, without tasting,
when compared to life’s offered new...
such abstaining, perhaps, not worth
the spirit's residue--
Nor will I attempt metaphors yet more mysterious--
maybe, even delirious; though often told
such intoxicating views, like the morning dews
can be practical lifesaving for both greens and blues--
sadly, such pasture-valleys thoughtless men
have turned to breathless, rat-infested alleys;
No! Tonight
should I decide to write
I will write of other things…
I will write...hum….
I will write… simply, Goodnight….
July 16 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 46-50
Key Verse – Isaiah 47:4 As for our redeemer, the LORD of hosts is his name, the Holy One of Israel.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY HOLY REDEEMER
Lord God, You are my holy Redeemer midst sinful burden
Thank You for pulling me out against downfalls of pride so sudden
Away from troubles of transgressions’ warden
To bring me to Your salvation-garden.
Lord God, You are my holy Redeemer midst corrupt pollution
Thank You for taking me out against yokes of pleasures’ destruction
Away from wickedness’ perversion
To drive me to Your holiness-function.
Lord God, You are my holy Redeemer midst obstinate stubbornness
Thank You for releasing me out against treacherous deceitfulness
Away from affliction of falsity’s illness
To propel me to Your Word-truthfulness.
Lord God, You are my holy Redeemer midst infirmity’s fatality
Thank You for plucking me out against crises of no prosperity
Away from false teachings’ uncertainty
To lead me to Your direction-stability.
Lord God, You are my holy Redeemer midst vain judgment
Thank You for rescuing me out against despicable entanglement
Away from dark prisons’ encampment
To guide me to Your comfort-settlement.
Lord God, You are my holy Redeemer midst continual wastage
Thank You for preserving me out against secularism’s spoilage
Away from carnality’s hostage
To carry me to Your fellowship-advantage.
Lord God, You are my holy Redeemer midst iniquities’ reign
Thank You for freeing me out against selfishness’ strain
Away from rebelliousness of smiting sprain
To usher me to walk along obedience-terrain.
July 16, 2023
Anger amongst my people
From all the police brutality
Resulting in so many young
Mens fatality
Our hands are up
Don't shoot
Don't stomp us out
With your boots
We face down on the ground
Don't Use your billy club to pound
Police shoots and kills
Then gets off for it
This can't be real
Don't use unjust violence on me
I'm a citizen
We as a race should have known better then
Don't shoot
I'm going for my identification
Such a racist nation
If police started killing off Caucasians
Then it would be a situation
Don't shoot
I have a kid in the car
Pow pow pow
Now you went to far
How many shots does it take
To subdue a man
2, 6, 20
Explain officers so we can understand
This is our justice system
Systematically killing blacks
How are we to commemorate
When we under attack
Bias and unjust
In America we don't trust
Police brutality
What's your rationality
Repression and criminalization
Of an entire generation
Racial disparities
Giving us welfare and calling it charity
Our ancestors built this place
Yet a white officer is present
in every black mans murder case
Stop don't shoot
My hands are held high
Pow pow pow
Another nigga dies tonight