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One who actually knows God's Word and then chooses to follow
To many this may appear absurd as they themselves are hollow
Those who pray are often right as those who don't soon get lost
Finally one who can see His Light as we've paid such a high cost
Nor will he dare raise and shake his fist at the Lord of all Creation
Satan also said God's Word with a twist as common in this nation
Such a man having a Godly fear should be esteemed and admired
For God will make all things clear and His people will so be inspired
Presently we have just the opposite changing before our very eyes
A very dark soul that is unlit unable to even hear such unborn cries
Leading the minions down hells path as they complain about cable
Not even aware of God's wrath, the worst destruction of any fable
Go ahead and pick the winner shaking your fist high in the air
Huckabee may be a sinner, but go against God, he wouldn't dare
For today ISIS is already here, what we've achieved in six years
The one thing that remains clear is without God there's only tears
When you vote, consider God's Unborn Children
As He too will consider this when He votes on your fate as well!
Written By: D. Collins 1/5/2018
We are taking no shorts on this time around.
Respect will be given when we roll into town.
Empathy is what they say got us the first Super Bowl.
Katrina was in '05, yet 2010 is what we stole.
They're a lot of people underestimating my friends.
They'll soon be singing, "When The Saints Go Marching In."
We have a rendezvous in Philly to go against the best.
Then, watch Drew Brees madly pounding his chest.
We're taking no shorts on our way to the big dance.
No chicken-wing catches like we've seen in the past.
My Mob is hungry on both sides of the ball.
They won't get filled until they've eaten it all.
Ending up in the Minneapolis Metro Dome.
Playing on a field like we were at home.
My Niggaz, go get it, defy expert reports.
Show the Crescent City doesn't ever take shorts.
Give me a man who's introspects
Who concedes the flaw that's true
Give me a man who can laugh at himself
And can walk in another's shoes.
Give me a man who can stand apart
But who's able to blend in
When the road ends he can restart
He plays fair when he strives to win.
Give me a man who can see the world
Without a filter of preconception
Who can recognize when the script is overthrown
By one nagging exception.
Give me a man who can take a critique
But who can also dish one out
Admitting fault doesn't make you weak
And sometimes there is room for doubt.
Give me a man who hears the quiet voice
The soft alarm that something's wrong
Who steps back, revises his choice
Like rewriting the words of a hit song.
Give me a man who likes to jump in a pond
And swim to the far shore
Who wants to see what lies beyond,
And what the journey's for.
Give me a man with a strong arm and a soft word
Empathetic, but not to the point of harm
Who can go against the herd
When the party line raises an alarm.
Give me the company of men such as these
They'll keep me honest too
A trust so deep to keep at ease
And friends to see me through.
Known universally, yet rarely a
Topic for public debate.
As social barriers surround
Many needs to educate.
Yet the realization is firmly grounded,
That its drive is innate.
While we try to romanticise
The instinct to fornicate.
The most basic of efforts, might
Be the will to procreate.
Whereas more complex notions
Arise, as desires to recreate.
So what makes this topic so
Difficult to articulate?
Leaving many to just figure it
Out, while they blindly copulate.
Seems to me that cultural stop signs,
Often rise to dictate.
Placing love before anything else,
Effectively to negate.
This seems to go against the
Being fruitful and multiply trait.
Hence no wonder the confusion,
As it's hard to equate.
So basic is this understanding,
Without reason to be late.
That both parents and schools,
Need to jointly collaborate.
Otherwise, we've all seen, where
Some lessons don't relate.
And the youthful can be lost,
Left aside to await.
What must be accepted, not
By fear to intimidate,
Is to respect the generation, that
They can handle the weight.
Therefore, mentor the young,
Without fearing the birthrate.
Because the lessons are life-long,
And built-in to motivate.
I write. That is what I do day and night,
write write write but I like to do it outside the lines,
the curve and the shape and the pattern,
to go against the rules of all poetry!
I let my words fly like the birds above. Free and swirling.
All the twirling words in my head I send whirling . . .
Saying no to metaphors. And all devices that poetry is suppose to need!
I say NO NO and NO . . .
I need to be free to spin and fling my poems.
Here and there. Let them be what they want to be.
Not be chained to a form. To a Rule. To convention.
To not be restrained by meter or syllables or lineage.
Yes, to just be.
Joy is to twist, deform, reverse, go verse crazy and way too long
I will destroy what should be . . . into what I want it to be
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October 16, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Contra To The Strictness of Form
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1071-794-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Contra
sponsor, Jesse Rowe
Third Place
The urge to go against the rules,
To do something you shouldn't,
To do it just because you can,
To prove you would or wouldn't.
Temptation comes in many forms,
Like anger, pride or shame.
It can be a simple longing,
Or a driving lust or pain.
Envy is another form,
In which it comes to you.
It also shows itself as Hate,
And greed is nothing new.
When we give in to such alure,
It kills our reputation;
And all are subject to it's lure,
Not just life's lower stations.
Kings and Queens have fallen,
Before such agitation.
It strikes us at our weakest point.
That's why it's called Temptation.
Suffering for Christ
Tears, flow for the way the world treated Jesus,
Suffering for a world that knew him not.
Then, to ponder what was within this Jesus.
This drive of the Living God flowing throughout.
That, a carpenter would build his own cross.
To carry to his own death, unknowingly
The prideful and leaders would nail the carpenter.
To the cross to complete this work as finished.
That others might receive this Spirit of the Living God, for we are the ones truly suffering without,
This promised inheritance of the Holy Spirit.
I ponder , Stephen what drove within you to tell of this Jesus that would have you stoned to death.
For, this power and glory within could not be contained. Spirit of fire set ablaze within.
While, looking up to heaven smiling at Jesus at the right hand of God, Paul, what drove you to go against everything you had been taught, to tell of this Jesus from which, once was out to crucify others talking about Jesus. You would be stoned, flogged, whip , persecuted, yet this Spirit placed within was thriving. ?Philippians 1:20-24 NIV?
[20] I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death. [21] For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. [22] If I am to go on living in the body, this will mean fruitful labor for me. Yet what shall I choose? I do not know! [23] I am torn between the two: I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far; [24] but it is more necessary for you that I remain in the body.
All the apostles persecuted,stoned put in jail,for the prideful and arrogant leaders wanted all praise and glory of man, that this Spirit did not spread.
Now, when I hear suffering for Christ.
It is a reminder, the body without the Spirit of the Living God is truly the one suffering.
For, we see in this world wars,hatred,greed, division from people who have rejected the Living God to purify One into A Child of the Living God, Spirit dwelling within the temple made without the hands of mankind.
February 24 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 31-32
Key Verse – Numbers 31:3 And Moses spake unto the people, saying, Arm some of yourselves unto the war, and let them go against the Midianites, and avenge the LORD of Midian.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ARMS US TOWARD VICTORY
Praise be to God for arming us toward victory while:
Winning against selfishness
Walking along His strength
Warmed by His salvation-security
Warned against arrogance-spoilage
Witnessing His miracles in our service
Numbers 31:16 Praise be to the Lord Who admonishes us
to beware of committing trespasses that can cause:
Plagues of sin-despair
Problems so discouraging
Poisons through deceit
Perversions and degradation
Pestilences midst disaster
Numbers 32:12 Praise be to the Saviour
for leading us to follow Him wholly in:
Going to war against unrighteousness
Giving the best worship
Growing in His will
Guarding faith from wiles of enemies
Guiding others to do well for His glory. Amen!
February 24, 2024
I thought anger was a negative emotion
to be avoided at all costs.
Then I thought about the oppressed.
Anger grew inside of me.
I chose to act upon that anger.
I used my voice to speak against the oppressor.
Even so, I measured my motivation
tempered my response with love and wisdom.
My desire, beyond the lust for recognition.
If my words gain recognition,
I will purposefully pass them to the oppressed.
Their stature and power shall rise.
Their voices will gain resonance.
It is not their guilt and shame to hold.
Prejudice is a horse without a rider.
Fear and hate power its hooves.
Sadness flows through its mane.
Righteous Anger must take the reins.
Once again the oppressed will have pride.
There will be no aversion to kindness.
Greed will be replaced by generosity.
To go against the will of God
will be counted as an embarrassment.
A new light will shine upon the world.
Peace and purpose are indeed possible.
Unseeking Seeker’s “Consciousness Correction” Poetry Contest. Written November 22, 2023.
We've a third-string coach running the team
who can't even remember his own playbook
so a batch of amateurs
are running the show
from the bench
from the trenches
of their minds.
It's a playbook mirroring
Alice in Wonderland
where everything is viewed
through a kaleidoscopic -myopic
upside-down opaque lens.
where predators are entitled to
a lifetime of get out of jail free passes
then given a badge of martyrdom
when they finally run out of lucky gas-
it's a land with a Rio Grande autobahn
where illegals blitz through an open border
and its leaders put its own citizens on lockdown
where Honest Abe has been shot in the head... again
by far-far- leftists dregs
who lecture the working man about global warming
while poking holes in the ozone in their private jets
It's a land where black people matter
but matter somewhat less if they dwell in the cities...
if they slaughter themselves over drugs and turf...
if they happen to go against the current-are conservative.
It's a Land where blacks are ferried
to a rabbit hole called Planned Parenthood,
who (despite the name) ironically kills half a million black babies a year....
black wombs are rivaling the gas chambers of Auschwitz and Treblinka
it's a land with no rules except for its own citizens
who pay the bills for the lazy-for the illegal
for the ungrateful, for the criminal...
and for all of their honest efforts
or for having a differing opinion
or simply being heterosexual
and being of white skin
despite their best efforts
to accommodate
to be empathetic
accepting....
sympathetic,
are constantly branded
racists-
homophobic
xenophobic...
a genuine all-around
globophobic menace.
Yes indeed...It's an upside-down land
that's been stamped systemically racist
infested with white supremacists
even though a black man
was elected president
and ran the country for eight years
even though people of color have
the highest standard of living than in most
if not all countries
Why, then, if this country is so racist and hopelessly bigoted
do people of color flock to the border by the millions to get in.
If I were a person of color, I would avoid this so-called
house of white supremacy horrors like the plague
and roll the dice on another color of velvet ...
People.... welcome to Joe in Wonderland