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Feeling forlorn at being fully forsaken by His Father
Christ was cruelly crucified by His own creation
Yet He forgot not to forgive their foolhardiness
And I am one of those impertinent idiots
My misdeeds too marred His majestic magnificence
Yet He forgot not to forgive my fearsome fallacies
When with firm faith I fixed my eyes on His face
A repentant heart rendered remission of my sins
For He forgot not to forgive my flagrant failings
What more, I'm welcomed as a worthy worshipper now!
Cleansed in the fountain of His agape love, I cling to Him
For His forgiveness has finally freed my famished soul
How can I not forgive others for their faulty flaws?
My Saviour sovereignly said to forgive seventy times seven
And so I forget not to forgive my friends and 'foes' alike.
05.24.2021
For Unseeking Seeker's "Forgiveness" contest
5:02 AM Eastern Time Monday,
December 21
Location: 2 Highland Manor Drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
40.2562° N, 75.4638° W
Daylight 7:21 am – 4:39 pm
9 hours, 18 minutes
Mine circadian rhythm pulsates bright
imperceptible increments of daylight
increase fantasy fanciful heavenly flight
as I imagine myself
Icarus fearlessly gaining height
blindly heading into sunbeam light
strongly advised courtesy experts to travel
toward nearest star at night,
nevertheless unbeknownst plight
awaits me should foolhardiness
skew sense and sensibility right
off kilter yours truly blithely soars
reins of waxed wings held tight.
Plus I, a garden variety generic guy
aging long haired pencil neck geek
who presently wonders why,
rare astronomical phenomena
hashtagged great conjunction doth defy
illusory phenomena whereby,
two largest planets of solar system
Jupiter and Saturn separated in the sky
by and bye
6 arcminutes at their closest point,
which was the closest separation
between the two planets since 1623.
Inhabitants upon solar systems far and wide
will find Earthlings and aliens alike
their curiosity well supplied
out of world event
sponsored courtesy monopolists,
who govern Geico and Nationwide
renown companies insuring property on hillside
made of ticky tack
indirectly, fueled, impacted, and launched
segregation and next of kin apartheid.
Unfair injustice heaped mainly
upon persons of color
playing race card basic rights to win
i.e. those beautiful people
gifted with darker skin
think swarthy complexion.
Hence motive to join reparations committee
(no time to wait)
linkedin with Cherry Hill, New Jersey
Unitarian Fellowship albeit remotely
suddenly aware white privilege,
I (sheepishly admit) ashamedly state
an unspoken mandate
to be positive force and help negate
(at least when I feel better -
yours truly plagued with panic attack)
and help eradicate
white supremacists trumpeting hate.
“... betrayal begins with trust.” ~ Phish
Nothing is more hurtful than betrayal--
The traits of Cain, Delilah, Judas, Brutus;
In their darkest hours they all led astray
those they vowed to be loyal to and protect,
spawning events that were calamitous.
Trust—
It appears, there’s none anymore
Not here, not now and never ever was;
It’s an ancient fable, a myth
long tucked away in books
in sermons and scriptures
in mythology and fairytales,
Not a treasure rare and precious,
but a mere figment of our imagination;
Trust is a portal through which
a man can manipulates, lies and betrays,
A chimera of the fantasy world
like a mirage to the desert dwellers
a floating straw to a drowning man
a flickering light at the end of
a tunnel to a desperate soul.
Trust but thyself
and to thyself be true,
Yet indulge not in thine own conceit,
Mistrust no man without just cause
Nor be credulous without proof,
Stay neither far from reason
nor close to folly…
Trust is hard to find,
But when found, don’t let go!
~05/24/23
~Contest: Writing Challenge 'B' quote
~Sponsor: constance La France
She will not bow or break, stand in the shadow of your mistakes
But show strength, and resilience, that she still has what it takes
She has a mission and as a destiny without you it will be fulfilled
As your foolhardiness thwarted her true dreams will still be filled
Colours shown for their true intended, intentions, are suspended
Falsehoods exposed of which past words that beguile pretended
As she fears not the ground that upon she has to toil, or to travel
Rejects all the traps that are primed, that she as needs to unravel
She has a home in which to defend, so its land, as all of its wealth
Left un-protected to guard, where she has to use all of her stealth
To bypass the greedy eyes, and hands of others intentions to gain
The last of her royal designated blood line, and hers only to retain
Sword in hand she will not bow, or break to this right as to defend
This legacy given to her only as to which on her it now all depends
10:27 Post Meridiem
Eastern Standard Time,
Thursday December 21
Location: 2 Highland Manor Drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
40.2562° N, 75.4638° W
Sunrise time: 7:31 am?(121°)
Sunset time: 4:46 pm ?(239°)
Day length: 9:14:42.
Mine circadian rhythm pulsates bright
imperceptible increments of daylight
increase fantasy fanciful heavenly flight
as I imagine myself
Icarus fearlessly gaining height
blindly heading into sunbeam light
strongly advised courtesy experts to travel
toward nearest star at night,
nevertheless unbeknownst plight
awaits me should foolhardiness
skew sense and sensibility right
off kilter yours truly blithely soars
reins of waxed wings held tight.
Plus I, a garden variety generic guy
aging long haired pencil neck geek
who presently wonders why,
rare astronomical phenomena
hashtagged great conjunction 2020 doth defy
illusory phenomena whereby,
two largest planets of solar system
about 1095 five days ago
Jupiter and Saturn separated in the sky
amateur astronomer seen
courtesy visible/ naked eye
6 arcminutes at their closest point,
which was the closest separation
between the two planets since 1623.
Inhabitants upon solar systems far and wide
will find Earthlings and aliens alike
their curiosity well supplied
out of world event
sponsored courtesy monopolists.
American Family Insurance
chose home renovation
duo Drew and Jonathan Scott
aka Property Brothers sweat equity
find fixer-uppers and transform them
into dream homes
use state-of-the-art imagery programs
to unveil their plans for how
properties will look after transformation,
but potential home buyers
have to take risk
to make the twins' vision come true,
and it's up to Jonathan and Drew
to convince the couples
purchasing an older home
in need of work is best option.
Purple spots buzz by
Chatter inside his head
The air is quivering and thick
- no rush
"Stretch out your tongue"
"why, give me seven reasons"
Blessed cogs
on the grandmother clock
a legacy from the age of the fathers
Every heartbeat, clock ticks on
Searching for connection
screaming mayhem in the hospital
Deep coma, these locks he's afraid of
Red stop sign ... foolhardiness
the smoke of zeal
sound exploding launches fireworks
Nothing could stop him
Perseverance, trying to map the unknown
Nuns in freshly ironed uniforms washing his face
he can't move a single muscle
Childhood memories, smell of warm sheets
When the forsythia produces buds
- maybe, his second chance
I laid me body stomach down atop a grassy knoll...
here at Highland Manor Apartments
earlier today Juneteenth 2022,
(a pitch perfect spring day)
with serious intent to read
seat of the pants suspense thriller
The New Comprehensive
A-Z Crossword Dictionary.
Invariably, yours truly
quickly experienced drowsiness,
succumbed to deep sleep
and dreamt being linkedin
with livingsocially off the grid
among ecological, liberal, social minded
people progressive in act, deed, and thought
versus participating in consumerist paradigm.
As a conscious conscientious counterpart
the missus shops with a conscience
and yours truly considers her price savvy
when she purchases groceries
at ALDI, Giant, LIDL, or other supermarket.
Impossible mission to adopt modus operandi,
whereby wife would entertain notion to husband
energy garnering fruits and vegetables
courtesy sweat equity
since we lack basic homesteading skills,
nor consider either of us
adequately financially solvent
to contact compatible intentional community
since requisite criteria
require a healthy monetary stash of money.
Unlikely substantial windfall will appear out of the blue,
nor grandiose wish to draw winning lottery ticket,
thus sobering truth to burnish marketable skills
finds me seek assistance
courtesy office of vocational rehabilitation in general
and counselor Donna Marchese in particular,
which most likely entails
securing training to learn Microsoft Office Applications.
More precisely, some familiarity exists
regarding understanding computer software
since admission of foolhardiness
now averred how countless golden opportunities
slipped thru these ofttimes sweaty fingers.
Though never successfully completed,
received funding back in the day from:
CETA, O(ffice) of V(ocational) R(ehabilitation)
twice before whereby
the former and/or latter program
allocated unspecified dollars
(poor Ray McNeil, the first OVR counselor,
whose tiresome love's labour's lost for naught)
in an effort to acquire gainful employment,
which in all honesty sabotaged
cause of that bugaboo severe social anxiety
more specifically diagnosed
as schizoid personality disorder;
no shame to admit mental health crisis.
To all who have been faithful, and also those who’ve sinned,
everything is meaningless; it’s like chasing the wind!
I have seen all the things that are done under the sun;
seeing what I had achieved from all my hands had done.
My work became grievous, so much that I hated life.
I realized nothing was gained through all of my strife.
Goods and achievements come from envy of the neighbors.
Comforts and advancements are results from their labors.
Following every generation, there would be more;
each succeeding will be displeased with the one before.
I’ve applied myself to understanding astuteness;
comprehending madness, as well as foolhardiness.
It’s better to admire with the eyes if you’re able,
than to covet something with want that’s insatiable.
I’d prefer to have one handful of tranquillity;
than to have two handfuls of ceaseless hostility.
Based on Ecclesiastes Chapter 3
To all who have been faithful, and also those who’ve sinned,
everything is meaningless, it’s like chasing the wind!
I have seen all the things that are done under the sun;
seeing what I had achieved from all my hands had done.
My work became grievous, so much that I hated life;
realizing nothing was gained through all of my strife.
Goods and achievements come from envy of the neighbors.
Comforts and advancements are results from their labors.
Following every generation, there would be more.
Each succeeding will be displeased with the one before.
I’ve applied myself to understanding astuteness;
comprehending madness, as well as foolhardiness.
It’s better to admire with the eyes if you’re able,
than to covet something with want that’s insatiable.
I’d prefer to have one handful of tranquillity,
than to have two handfuls of ceaseless hostility.
There is a time for everything with humanity
under heaven, a season for each activity:
There’s a time to be born, and also one for dying.
A period for planting, then one for harvesting.
We have times for killing, as well as those for healing.
There are periods for tearing down, and rebuilding.
Those times for weeping also come with ones for laughing.
Sometimes we should scatter stones; in others gathering.
There are times we should embrace, and also refraining.
There’s periods for search, as well as relinquishing.
A time for keeping, accompanied with discarding.
We have times for tearing, and others for some mending.
There are periods for silence, and ones for speaking.
We include times for loving as well as for hating.
There’s a time for war and that for peace generating.
They start out in youth as marionettes,
often as their own puppeteers,
clasping unseen crossed sticks
with unseen wires attached,
sometimes getting twisted in their own strands.
Once people get past the adolescent plagues
unique to to them,
they find the way to tilt the guide -
pulling shoulders straighter
with their hidden puppet strings
as insecurities dissolve
and slowly, foolhardiness recedes.
Joining the throng of all the puppeteers,
some become
masters at their craft,
manipulating others,
while some prefer to
simply play the role of marionette.
But everyone at one time or another
works the strings. . .
When people learn the “secret”
embracing life and losing woodenness. . .
they grow to understand
it’s not obligatory ,
nor is it even wise,
always to make sure
the guiding, unseen threads remain
untangled.
Revised for the People poetry Contest of Richard Lamoureux