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What To Do When You Have An Audience With a Pharaoh

What do you do when you have an audience
with a man intoxicated by power and control? 
What do you say to a man
who has no heart nor a soul?  
What do you tell the man 
who continues to oppress? 
How do you articulate 
when delivering your address? 

Do you have the courage to stand up 
and boldly speak out loud? 
Or maybe you need some supporters 
and a favorable crowd 
Do you cry out about the 
Brokenness and all the pain? 
Or do you just shuck and jive
And act all lame?
God hears our cries 
and God sees our plight 
God understands that 
we need His guiding light 

First, just remember it was God
who sent you on this mission 
And you need God's approval 
and God's permission 
For to be bolstered by the power of 
the Heavenly Throne 
Is to know that God's stamp on your passport 
will surely set the tone 
To be sent is to be dispatched 
to be ordained in place 
As an invite is a gesture
for someone who's desperate to embrace
As God's truth has to be sent 
to address evil power
And an invite is for weaklings 
to come at a requested hour
As the only expectation 
for one who's been dispatched by the Lord 
Is to stand strong in the face of evil 
armed with the Spirit of the Sword 

Two, never forget whom you're there
to represent 
To never forget the people 
nor the precedence 
Now don't get it twisted 
you need to understand 
That its not about you 
but about God's plans 
And don't think that the reason 
why you're at the table 
Its not to become a celebrity 
thus making you unable 
To accomplish the task for
which you've chosen to do 
For its all about the message 
and not about you 

So don't come walking in acting like 
you're attending a gala or a ball 
Its a confrontation where you might have to
flip over some tables and smash some stalls 
For its not required that you be nice
As you didn't come by an invite

Now transformed in the presence of God 
when He sent you on this mission 
Now fortified by the Holy Spirit 
in order to fulfill this commission 
Now to speak truth to power 
talking with the heart of God 
To call evil what it is
and that's how you should start 

So when you have an audience 
with a pharaoh you need to comprehend 
That you're meeting with oppression personified
towards all men


Living With the 4th Factor - Air Institute of Realization

Living with the 4th Factor

Suppose you are told that your life can be transformed and that you can live without fear, worry, anxiety, doubt, hate, jealousy and anger. Suppose you could fill your life with joy, peace, hope, faith and bliss, would you not be excited to transform your life? Well, here is an opportunity – you can choose a new way to live.

Why do we live with fear? What is fear? Fear is FEAR – False Expectations Appearing Real. Our life is filled with fear, fear of the unknown, fear of failure and fear of every possible danger. There is no real danger, but we cook up expected dangers and we live with fear. This is because we do not have faith in the 4th Factor. Had we believed that there was an intelligent 4th Factor that was controlling results and had complete command of the future, we would live without fear. If we trusted the Cosmic Power and realized that it was just a cosmic drama, there would be no reason to fear. However, instead of trusting the 4th Factor, we let our mind enslave us with negative thoughts that create fear. If we flip over and let the 4th Factor take charge of our life, transcending negative thoughts of our mind, fear will be a thing of the past.

We worry so much. But why do we worry? We worry because either we anticipate negative consequences, or we don’t trust the Cosmic Power enough. In fact, worry has become a habit for many people. It’s time to replace the habit of worry with a belief in the Power of the 4th Factor. We have seen its influence on results and if we have put in our best efforts, there is no need to worry. If by chance we have slipped somewhere, then the result may not be as per what we wished. However, we must have full trust in the 4th Factor. We must understand that nothing really matters. Nothing is real in this cosmic drama. The scenes keep changing and we must enjoy the show. If we believe in the 4th Factor, there is no need to worry.

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Premium Member Right Round the Bend

The things that await us just Right ‘Round the Bend;
    A mighty adventure’s about to begin.
With Grizzly beside us, we’re soon out the door.
    The woods, they are calling; there’s much to explore!

An overland trek to the northeastern pole,
    Or to climb a great hill, or dig a deep hole!
The lizards await us, and turtles and frogs,
    We’ll flip over boulders and look under logs.

Perhaps if we’re lucky, we’ll find us a snake;
    We’ll leave him alone if his rattle does shake!
We’ll take off our shoes, and we’ll splash in the creek;
    We’ll pack in provisions, enough for a week!

We’ll have a grand picnic, we’ll lay out a spread,
    And no one will notice the dirt in the bread.
We’ll launch a high kite in a warm summer breeze,
    Or lie on our backs in the shade of the trees.

We'll keep watch for dragons, it's hard, but we'll try,
    'Cuz some times you spot 'em in clouds way up high.
We’ll find us some mud we can squish through our toes;
    We’ll get downright filthy and mess up our clothes!

There’s so much to do there just Right ‘Round the Bend;
    Gadzooks! Where’d the day go? It’s come to an end.
Big Daddy’s in trouble; he’s brought you home late.
    Too tired to eat, you’re asleep at the plate!

So off to the showers, with nary a peep,
    Pajamas half on, in the bed, fast asleep!
But what’s best of all about Right ‘Round the Bend
    Is when we wake up, we can do it again!

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One of my first poems for my grandkids...
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Sailing on the Bay, a Living Poem

On the bay the wind is scurrying
along its flock of waves,
with white crests honey combed, 
to flip over their edges,
on blue foreheads.

The bow of the yacht slices 
through the waves driven by the wind
in the sails, rattling the rigging, 
heeling the boat over,
relenting to force of wind,
tricking the wind to drive the yacht
forward wind into the wind.

On the bay the currents play with the tides.
The ferries ply their routes, 
hurrying and streaming,
with passengers waving to passersby 
for no good reason, for no one asks them why.
The ferries toot their horns to 
sloops, ships, skiffs, tugs, tinnies, dinghies and row boats,
hoping they will get out of their way soon.

Dolphins, twist, glide and turn, riding the bow currents.
They pop up to say: "Gidday!", "How's it Going!" 
Surfacing for a one-eyed glace up at
the bow-riders standing up front like a figurehead.
Gulls dip and squabble overhead, as terns dive for food,
Cormorants pop to the surface looking around,
before diving back down,
with syrupy smooth surge below.
Pelicans cruise by like flying boats, with folded bills.

For whatever we lose from ourselves on the land,
we'll find it again out there on the wide blue sea,
where life began, and it still sustains us.
For Planet Water is indeed our true home 
where life began in water. 
It's our matter and matrix, 
mother and medium.
Truly our everlasting living sustainer.

Near Body Experience

It was about twelve noon when they asked me to count backwards

Only the potion they used on me just seemed to push me onwards

I got down eighty seven when I heard these voices

"No one has ever gotten this far", "We better give him more C's

I opened my eyes to see seven faces peering down!

I lost consciousness at eighty six, then went void of all sound

I seemed to flip over as I floated up into the ceiling

But not before I saw a candy bar on top that railing

The scene changed to a dark gray, I was really floating

There was an entrance to a castle was before me, looming

I was heading for it when I saw their blurry faces

They were on both sides, moving in their spaces

I tried to make them out, but I went into the tunnel

It was so warm and safe, only for a very short while

A tiny pin of light was just ahead, I regained my sight

I recalled entering the light was sure death. Was I right?

It grew evermore brilliant, I couldn't close my eyes

I heard a voice say " I want to live" for three times

It was a miracle in disguise, as I felt this pull ease up

There was something there, and it wasn't any ghost! Shut up!

I started to float back out of the tunnel, in somewhat relief

Could see the beings at the tunnels entrance, as I retreat?

I was a stones throw away from them when I was jolted to life

I woke in a hospital bed, looking at a doctor dressed all in white
Form: Couplet


Premium Member Weathered Changed Feelings

A heart that's closed 
Is not exposed
It feels no pain
An upward gain
Control to have
On what to feel 
Don't want to love
It's no big deal.

Love is an easy 
Word to say
Manipulated
For games to play
To elevate
Their ego gain
The ones that play 
Are that vain.

Love an
Exaggerated 
Over stated word
When all is right
Till things go wrong.
Moods and feelings 
Begin to change 
Boredom, expectations, 
The blaming game.
Some will start to play away
Broken words 
On promises made.

Resentment and sadness  
Creeps it's way in
Emotional sepsis  
Starts to begin, 
Volcanic eruptions 
Of anger and hate 
Pains from hell 
Has opened its gate. 

Emotional lava  
Tempers fast flow
Where is that seed 
Where love did grow?
Where is that love 
That was often proclaimed?
How loving feelings 
Flip over and change.

Spoken cruel words 
Often cut deep 
Sharp bladed tongues
Spit venom; eyes weep,
Stabbing so fiercely 
With deep powered twists
Forgetting their love
If it really did exist.
 
Weathered changed feelings
Warm, hot, cooling to cold 
Violent hurricanes 
Start to unfold.
Wreckage of feelings 
Minds battered and torn
Leaves many scarred 
And painfully forlorn.

If this all grew from love 
How fickle it is
Weather seasons of feelings
Only humans can bring.

        23.07.2021
Form: Rhyme

coastline

Remember that day, we just wanted to get away 
You took me to the beach; it was my first time being there 
Everyone is so surprised with how little I’ve done in my life 
Little did I know you’d be my reaper, gripping onto your scythe 

Do things remind you of me like they remind me of you? 
Does the bracelet around your wrist ever rattle my name? 
The coastline reminds me of you, the small divide between the sea and land 
It's the most beautiful, to think otherwise is imputable 

Footprints in time, tales of a bygone eras embrace 
I do wonder, would you come dig up our memories from our special  place? 
I’ll hold the shovel, I'll pull them from the sand 
I look back but my eyes don't lock with yours 
I flip over scurrying to stop the sound of my alarm 
The only image my phone displays is the reflection of my loneliness 

Unlocking to the lacking amount of contact 
I’m the one you had to subtract 
The songs you used to dance to fill me with sorrow 
I miss the part you were out of breath and laid down in my lap 

Your hair was always so soft and beautiful 
You were beautiful 
Your friends told us we were beautiful 
But now we is me, and you are you 
Talk to me sometime, I'll make time for two
© Shay Old  Create an image from this poem.

Flip From Shame

I see streams afar off,
Yet it seems closer than I would beckon.
I sense pains far away in a long haul,
In the fullness of time, its nigh the door of my heart.
It's choking hard, I feel the streams so near.
It's filling up to the beam of my eyes moments after another.
It's rather full, my eyes are burning dim.
A close up to reality in a shattered state.
Feels good to let it out, to embrace actuality.
It's no game of being strong in weak strength. 
ways I give to weakness as i shed my life out.
The streams are almost here at the brinks of my eyes.

I have strayed way off the path.
My lanes of constraint, my cap of honor.
Those which I call principles, scared tenets.
I have sold dignity with cheap coins,
and worthless my integrity stands at trial.
Do I consider self esteem in a meaningless revival?
I seek a baton from shame to earnest pity.
I pray for self respect, just to amount as something.
To be counted as estimable in valuation.
I want to wear pride with self-consciousness.
And leave aside frivolous escapade of stained regrets.
Die in flesh and awake myself in Christ.
I'm tired of living a disarranged life in lust.
I'll rather a flip over from shame to grace.

Do You Play...?

Row row, roll your boat you said.
Told me to go and follow the reed.
So I did.  Just that in deed...

The $100,000 dollar bill,
Doesn't exist, they say to me Wil.
But I climbed the hill and had a peak.
Looked into the well
And heard Jack speak.
"Check on three..."

ABCDEFG... sang the well as echo to me.
OneTwoThree... came by sea and then,
100000... made sense indeed!

"The gold is old" repeated the sound.
"Roll the O, till you see it round..."
"Add one more, you'll see a door..."
"And In the mirror, an answer found."

"Do you play Black.Jack?"





Echo...

"Black.Jack you say?"
"... why, yes, indeed I do play."

777 = 21 = U
666 = 18 = R
555 = 15 = 0 (dot)
444 = 12 = L
333 = 9 = I
222 = 6 = F
111 = 3 @ ' E' (flip over it!)

Seven days a 'week'.

111 as binary = 7 Hex, 7 Dec, 7 Oct

...arrangements...

U R  L I F 'E'
21 + 18 + 12 + 9 + 6 + 3 = 69

777 = U and 333 = I

666 = R
555 = O
222 = F
444 = L

111 = C?

222 = F
555 = O
777 = U
666 = R

and four D four more...

444 = 12 = '@urs' @ 21, Jack.
© Izzy Gumbo  Create an image from this poem.
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Premium Member Dent My Ribs

    When is it okay to swim out of here? 
    Solo fish laps in a loch
    Wide eyes turn back in fear
    My pool was safe, I knew each rock 
    Grab the edge, a wall once held
    Tiny tank I kept so well
    
    
    Tide does turn to lift me up
    Dive into a deep vast sea, 
    Run a race of lung drum pump
    Your glue gaze is a hook, with glee
    Gate open lets life raft bob away
    I’ve swum in your fast new sway


    Out into salt and mess, wind howl
    Sail taut to tilt us, roll wild rage
    Yin Yang curl can’t part us now
    Ship long hour, flip over next page
    A song to sing with zany note
    Zeal to feel wave beat on boat


    Slow zone I made sure to keep 
    Sits in the past, eats acid
    Jump for love, a huge bold leap
    Care can wash a soul once arid 
    Take it to grow, aqua lush 
    Lone fins come to find twin rush




           1st October 2023
          Written for Contest: 
        Love Poem Four Letters
         Sponsor: Darla Seely
Form: Rhyme

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