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REPRESS: To keep under control, check, or suppress desires,
feelings, action, tears, etc., American College Dictionary
This theme has given rise to a question in my mind
that I do not recall having entertained before now.
Adam and Eve clearly had a choice in the garden of Eden.
The question is, WHEN did they have the ability to choose?
Did Eve have a choice BEFORE partaking of the tree of the
knowledge of good and evil? Was she completely deceived by
Satan prior to her ability to choose? Doubtless, many theologians
have already discussed and resolved this question. I tend to believe
that the ability to choose was present at the time of temptation.
Nevertheless, this theme causes me to 'raise the question'; I suspect
that deception and choice go hand in hand. Notwithstanding, I do not
herein suggest an answer. The outcome remains the same. We must choose
to check, control, or repress forbidden desires.
Is it that after she partook of the forbidden fruit,
she was then enabled to choose between good and evil?
At any rate, it is certain that we inherited the sin nature
from Adam and Eve. Therefore, the sin nature is a given,
but deception is not a given. We have freedom of choice
to yield or not to yield to sin or forbidden desires. We have
the choice to 'repress our desires', or to allow them to roam
freely throughout our being. We do not have the right to say,
"The devil MADE me do that".
090522PSCtest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 32, Edward Ebeh
I am just a country boy at heart
mustang free wild at spirit
Awakening to the bliss birds singing love piercing into a soul
Treasure gem in the promised land
dewdrops are falling rubbing them into my fingers
wind breathing her voice whispers silver
I hold so much love deep inside for you
stroking gently as it touches softly
your one amazing woman to me
sweetly inside the land of milk and honey
touching finger caress in the morning sun
Golden dreams in her I smile rising queen of the east
To she who bows me humble
so full of grace inside treasure deeply smiling
Then as I look across the mountains
captured in deep thoughts within beauty wow
White clouds in the sky racing to dreamland
darling hop on the magic carpet
whisked away in a breathless heartbeat
I fall away into a distant dream starstruck paradise Shangri-la
garden of eden your my seventh heaven love
never have I tasted such a fine fruit
paradise walking with you is to wonderland
hand in hand we will dance together sweetheart
in never-never land forever and always our love
you darling are heaven on earth
illusion of a rainbow falling rich
baby I found my pot of gold
your all the riches this man needs in the heart
Darling with you I can see a great vision
together in the great golden cased thoughts
us two at the pearly gates of heaven
now your my dream smiling angel of delight
Which God Knows Where and When
Many a Linda are amongst us and I wonder where have the
bishops been when she went down that hectic bi-polar road
She was a pawn in the game but then God is within us or not
An eye for an eye a few wormy apples from a garden of Eden
a bit of murky rain water on her journey from prison to prison
while society watched and had locked her beauty so far away
That manic-depressive bug resides in me and my family just
the same and I have been lucky and my freedom remained
I live on in my dreams make lemonade when given lemons
On the way to work I pass so many beggars at traffic lights
ease my conscience give an apple here and there a few coins
sometimes a bill but then rights are not amended from alms
A few clothes change their owner but whose clothes are they
anyway is my wealth God-given through the privilege of birth
am I mocking myself from a seat in chrome mechanised speed
‘Thank you for the shirts I will give one to the guy over there
over here at the crossroad’ ‘Thanks man and for a few days
I will be clean now’ my stomach turns in disgust of my wealth
Who knows who is poor and for what reason whose moods
shift from depression to elation what gears are shifted in an
attempt to keep living find guidance and sanity an apple or two
Linda died and her last name was Bishop and a troubling soul
June 2017
With Ma Lil Nude Dill
one bilabial fricative smacking
tongue thrusting (lizard like)
indefatigable prelapsarian
Garden of Eden dwelling primate
doth pine with two lipped treating zest
for Eve fun juiced a tasty droplet, wrest
ting kitty meowing Mz er loo,
sans verboten fruit Yukon die vest
via jump starting
a hovering damn
electric kool aid acid test
Hair and there, a bare naked lady attired
in her birthday suit, the sexiest
plump bosom roseate
sear suckered nipples trickling milky nectar
when casting shadowed umbra at rest
thirsting, unleashing, vaunting,
et cetera viz prurient quest,
whereby this rambunctious
horny bull lever severely oppressed
condemned with life sentence
of penile solitude, nest
souled (sorely testing
agonizing Victorian modest
tee primly and properly
tortures carnal temptation lest
surrendering syllabus "C" ) even jest
a jot, cuz tis pure torture restraining
feral, hormonal, integral hankering
to stoke libido at Parochialism be hest
thus, aye feel unfairly deprived,
no hello kitty will be guest
unsure how helpful "getting off my chest"
works thee unnatural tethered
sexual suppression, perhaps best
left unmentioned, encumbered
with jiggly, flabby droopy breast
works, and unwanted love handles
state of reined swiftly tailored
harried stylishly groomed
FitBit bridled uncertainty I attest.
THE GARDEN OF LOVE
The grandeur of my garden
swept away by the northern wind,
the patina of the pained petals
froze beneath the withering frost.
Spring comes rippling in the air,
from the Garden of Eden up above
colors cascade in splendored shower,
whisper, beauty never fades away.
Perched on the ancient silky oak
little robin sings the morning melody.
Daisies and dandelions raise their face,
dew drenched roses and marigolds gleam.
On the cobbled floral path garlending
the serene shadow of the banyan tree
rustle of the wafting leaves murmurs,
the green waves of memory return.
In the surge of the full moon shine
floating on the flood of silken silver
you drift to me on fragrant breeze,
bloom rhapsody in the garden of love.
February 21, 2019
Community of the Campfire
David J Walker
I
I’d forgotten the scent of the campfire
And its sense of mystery and
Community for the few who
Were invited to its borders
Offering its view of a flame
Named eternity
If only it could be harnessed and
Deciphered
II
Mother and Father
Built a campfire near a windmill
On the loneliest road
In New Mexico
They laid out in a pallet of quilts
Under the stars
While the children slept in
The spacious back seat of
A Hudson
In the morning we gathered
At the fragrant heat of dried
Mesquite branches on fire
As Mother made a breakfast of
Dice spam cooked in scrambled eggs
III
The first thing on our arrival
At the San Isabel Campgrounds
Was to gather up the
Dry tender kindling while father
Picked out the larger branches
To make a fire
The mountains provided the pine while
He used his crossbow saw and an ax
To attack the chore as a man with experience
I watched and learned as the
Campfire burned in the pit
Later I would mimic it
IV
On crisp Autumn Sunday mornings
My love and I would sit
In our backyard Garden of Eden
By a raised firepit
Warming ourselves
As the morning sun rose
Wondering if
Adam and Eve had it so good
Anyway, we had clothes,
Hoodies and sweats
And no snakes to contend with
Terrace of crops
Down under the sky
Down under the terrace
Terrace of neighbour
Terrace garden
Garden of Eden
Garden of tulips
Tulips for bouquet
Tulips for wedding
Wedding so opulent
Wedding is bliss
Bliss of union
Bliss for life
Life is wonderful
Life is short
Short film
Short dress
Dress of satin
Dress of queen
Queen of music
Queen of palace
Palace of pearls
Palace so royal
Royal cuisine
Royal chariot
Chariot of horses
Chariot of love
Love is eternal
Love is sweet
Sweet children
Sweet smile
Smile of content
Smile so cute
Cute teddy bear
Cute little face
Face the challenge
Face the race
Race of cars
Race of power
Power of friendship
Power of words
Words of sympathy
Words of relief
Relief from cold
Relief from rains
Rains of blessings
Rains for crops
Crops of glory
Crops plenty
Plenty....
Glory!
©Anulaxmi Nayak,2015
For contest:Down under
sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
date:4th September 2015
One love, one life, one God, and one story for each of us.
Love we each make our choices, who to love and who to leave.
Some loves just don’t meet our needs.
Some loves just can’t see, all that we need.
Some are perfect, but are unavailable, because they are already in a relationship.
Having one love, to hold and love is the ultimate feeling anyone can have.
So, hold out for that one love, the one that has your heart and mind in the top of their mind.
The love that is kind and loves you all the time, that puts a smile on your face, just by thinking about all the moments you have and will create in time.
Love can make us all feel so amazing that it makes our life feel incredible.
Love is the truth and the way; it is like how God made us for loving each other in one love kind of scene.
Like the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve had each other till someone come between.
So, hold out for your one love, and pray that we all find our one love.
Lifting prayers and thoughts for love, that’s one of a kind.
This is your Garden of Eden
It’s a garden that needs weedin’
And it needs seedin’
To get you Heaven ready
This is Satan’s offering
Offering you to sin and skip the drossing
(He offered Christ a shortcut to His crossing)
To get you [not Him] Hell ready
Once able to choose the good or evil freely
Now only able to choose the evil freely
With Father, Son and Spirit completely
We will be Heaven ready
This will be your Garden of Eden
It’s a garden (no need of weedin’)
No need of seedin’
You will be firmly planted in the good freely in eternity
P.S. Where was Adam he should've led her
Do you think you could've done better?
(Not metaphorically I ask it rhetorically)
Of course no one could've done better
Only one Man and for our sake
Can save us from (not Bob Seger's) Fire Lake
Between the rise of dawn and the cleared dark of twilight,
Lies a hidden season of dream, when the indulged daystar makes its nest.
Between the warmth of summer and the chill of harsh life,
Spring strings its arches of renewal and hope.
Between the unequivocal black-and-white fabric,
Mysteriously flows a grey veil of ambivalence.
Between the babel of noise and sacred silence,
Stretches a space for retreat, an island of calm.
Between birth and the fragility of age,
The season of fertility revives, in rhythms of mystery.
Between the maturity's dusk and the spilled perfume of childhood,
A season of innocence opens, a gate to the primal Eden.
Between the sin that erases and the sweet grace that heals,
Rises a time for decision, a choice between two lights.
Between vision and the pressing solid reality,
A time for prayer breaks through, a heart's murmur that prays.
Between the trembling doubt and the marriage of wonders with the world's eyes,
Lies the season of perseverance of faith, boundaries unfound.
Between love and the spiteful indifference of hate,
Awakens a predilection for mercy, a season of your warmth.
Between the despair of death and the triumphant birth of life,
Stands the clarity of heaven, a season of light, wandering fragrant.
Between the lost garden of Eden and the second coming, a celebration of resurrection,
Stands the full timbre of anticipation, wilting surreptitious expectations.