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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
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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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...
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.
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
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
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
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.
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.
Form:
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