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It can be animate or it can be inanimate "Life" will consume death!Do you have bad health? Some kind of living form can cause death! Life consumes death! The iron structure rusted and was rotting away!The life giving waters,and the "Living Earth" that the structure was sitting on consumed the entire building,and finally it was absorbed into the living ground! Life consumes death! "Life" is all around,and "Life" will consume "Hell"in "Time"if you are "Hell" bound: Life does not fool around!!!The living earth consumes every creature that exist upon it! The living earth consumes the animate and the inanimate!!! The living earth consumes those who are satanic,as they will live in "Hell" forever!!! The "Living Earth" will consume "The Devil Himself"so that we can have a happy life and plenty of wealth and good health!!!! Life abounds all around: Take time to look,and hunt around,and see how much "Life"is around.The "Creator "of "Life" can consume all death! "Death Where IS YOUR VICTORY"? "GRAVE WHERE IS YOUR STING? LIFE CONSUMES DEATH!!!! The baby died and went to heaven,and was transformed to a new life where happiness shines bright in that heavenly light! "The evil man and women died and were transformed to a new life where hatred,anxiety,suffering goes on all day ,and all night,and nothing is ever right in the "Hell" that they created for themselves in their evil "Life"!The transformation is what is "Left" after "Life" transforms "Death"! What is left is either good or evil!!! "Good Spirit" or "Evil Spirit"!!!Happiness maker,or Evil Maker!!! Life consumes death,and when we look upon death it looks like a mess,but it is good to know and realize that "The Best is yet to come"even if they drop another "Atomic Bomb"!!!!
As I walk to the coffee wifi place, I dreaming away,
first there was this cloud of dust giving reasons to sway.
The white light underneath the cloud, or in it,
ragging a furious battle by men yelling quite a bit.
The clouds are gone, and memories reveal a battlefield,
observing the pain from blood at swords and shield.
Being the knower of a keener steel,
timeless observation, inherit keen.
The dance of swords has its prophesying catch,
for foes to be hemmed to the battles edge.
The tension changed on the field,
many creep away, making this victory sealed.
The king son wounded but in good spirit,
step’s forward to take the lead.
The kingdom is saved, and my favorite table is free,
the lady brings a coffee with a heart foaming, just for me.
Heaven invisible and holy.
1 Cor. 2:9,10; Rev. 21:27.
¦¦¦ eye hath seen, ¦¦¦ ear hath heard,
¦¦¦ sense nor reason known,
¦¦¦¦ joys the Father ¦¦¦¦ prepared
¦¦¦ those that love the Son.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ good Spirit of the Lord
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ heav'n to come;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ glory in his word
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ guide us home.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the joys above the sky,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ peace;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ see or taste the bliss.
¦¦¦¦¦ holy gates ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ obtain admittance ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ followers of the Lamb.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Father's book of life,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ their names are found;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
To tread the heav'nly ground
(Blackout of Hymn 105 by Isaac Watts)
Be it a moment you witnessed a tiny creature
popping off a cocoon matured
Or that moment you drenched in rays moon
and cooked up the mystical tunes
Be it the moment that you sailed
For the very first time
Or the moment you received a mail
from your company dream
Be it the moment you embraced your first trophy
Or the moment you boarded your first flight
The moment you trapped inside a lift at midnight
Or the moment you encountered a good spirit
Glorious moments were these
Converted into precious memories
Which can never be forgotten
As they will be breathing with us forever
According like the generous river
To make our life worth living ever
Nov 07 2022
When Life became too heavy,
People grew harsher,
their words sharpened into wounds,
their silence burned like fire.
When I finally broke,
and Help knocked on my door,
the world turned away,
as if my pain were an inconvenience,
as if my cry were suspicious.
Faith remained my only friend—
steadfast, unwavering—
while Gossip, Mockery, and Bullying roamed freely,
casting shadows where kindness hid.
Gossip spread like smoke—
fast, choking, impossible to escape.
It whispered lies until my name was stained,
and Truth was forgotten.
Pain knocked softly at every door,
but Silence answered first,
cold and indifferent,
turning away as if I were invisible.
Gossip sat laughing in the corner,
whispering lies in velvet tones.
Cruelty painted stories on the walls,
strokes of shame and doubt.
Judgment stood tall and unbending,
pointing fingers before I spoke.
And when I reached for Help,
Suspicion stepped forward,
demanding proof before kindness moved.
I left my post—not for defeat,
But where the air turned thick with heat.
Whispers of scorn drifted near,
While unseen hands held judgment’s sphere.
I walked away—
not defeated,
but led by Peace,
my only ally that day.
Now, in this small room,
Loneliness curls beside me on the floor.
No bed.
No warmth.
Only the hum of Memory,
singing my mother’s voice:
"Hold on. God is with you."
I prayed.
I sent letters, messages, cries.
But Indifference wore blinders,
and Kindness was nowhere to be found.
Must I parade Suffering before the world,
to prove I’m in pain?
Must I show Compassion
as a luxury meant only for friends?
Still—
I write.
I speak.
I breathe.
Because Hope hasn’t left me.
Because my pen still listens
when people do not.
I am not a scam.
I am not a lie.
I am Human.
I still believe Kindness exists—
quiet, sacred,
a miracle without price,
a light that saves not just moments,
but souls.
Let Kindness remain.
Let Selfishness fade.
Let Humanity rise again,
and cleanse this weary world
with love
and good spirit.
A round I'll write on a turtles shell
in hyperbole you'll be borne
on each carapace a story's traced
of when the world was first born.
How Sky Woman fell from blackest night
through a hole Great Spirit made
she glowed with light and greatly excited
the sea creatures were afraid.
They dove to the bottom of the sea
and waited to see her drift down;
a story's traced on each carapace
of how Sky Woman found ground.
The beaver, the loon and the muskrat
dove beneath the endless sea;
and greatly excited she glowed with light
as they brought the earth to be.
From the bottom of the sea muskrat's
brave form rose, earth in his claw;
on each carapace a story's traced
of the land the Great Turtle bore.
An island formed on the turtles back
a place for Sky Woman, land!
She glowed with light and greatly excited
as swans brought her down to stand.
Two children were born to Sky Women
one bad and one good, her sons;
a story's traced on each carapace
of her death by the bad one.
The Good Son took his mothers body
from her limbs stars and moon spun;
and greatly excited she glowed with light
as from her head, he made sun.
To this day the Good Spirit guides
the souls of good men at death;
on each carapace a story's traced
of good and bad, her behest.
An attempt at ZaniLa Rhyme don't copy it isn't correct ;). Phew hard!
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Merry Christmas everyone, I wish you peace and bliss and most of all that you keep safe, well and in good spirit.”
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Christmas won't be the same as before
Tier four - no one's allowed through the door
Festive joy normally extended
Sadly this year it has been ended.
How exciting it all used to be
Surrounded by friends and family
Life can be so unfair, can't it just
The whole wide world has become nonplussed.
Could things really get any worse
For kiddies with their hearts fit to burst
Pretty eyes smiling so merrily
For them it'll be extraordinary.
It'll be sombre for many surely
Covid's taken lives prematurely
Spaces at tables and empty chairs
Tho' in loved one's hearts they'll still be there.
We can't send gifts to Heaven above
But can send the greatest gift, our love.
Christmas 2020
……………….OH! My, my - :)
……...…Here’s One Sunny Smiley-
…….In these times as we need to be
….How can you be grim intense grumpy
.I mean look at any grinning monkey Oops-
In good spirit; I do not mean to be offending
In this era, humans express themselves happy
Cheers! You’re on screen: Spread happiness
It’s your digital responsibility: Thy social footprint
Spread Light n Joy; You just returned from dentist
Buddha smiled; at least once; Jesus was dead pan!
Sorry about Jesus, but Barabbas wears- A big smile
I checked Wiki, there is A portrait- Of Barabbas
Seems as the photo was taken with A selfie stick
Shankara-CharyA; ever placid None saw him grin
Ok Gandhi: Was caught guffawing; How about-
Mozart, Plato, Aristotle,Van Gogh; Stoic looks
Didn’t they smile? Do you notice OurTagore
And that weirdo Einstein: so unfit so unsocial
.These guys had no idea of upcoming future
…Silly. They just did not know how to selfie.
...There is a surprise hidden in this write;
…..In this Concrete Poetry paragraph;
…….If you notice A Sunny Smile;
….…Click the share button
…….and Smile.
Come Holy Spirit. Come and take flight.
Pour out on men Your heavenly light.
Giver of gifts, You freely impart
The love of the Father to soften our hearts.
Lead us to knowledge. Help us to know
The love that You give us, the truth that You show.
Give us Your wisdom, judgment so true
That we might discern what we hear from You.
Come to us, Spirit, that we understand
All of the love that You offer to man.
Give us good counsel, help guide our way
That we safely follow, not going astray.
Grant us Your piety, make our hearts true
That we look at others and see only You.
Grant us, Good Spirit, fortitude, might,
Avoiding temptation to follow the light.
Give us, O Spirit a fear of the Lord
That we do His will without thought of reward.
We're all gathered in goodbye to last year
And to ring the new year in with good cheer
Plenty of wine, beer and goodies to eat
It's going to be a glorious meet.
Well that's what I thought till all hell let loose
Auntie Ruth for a start, swallowed a tooth
She said it's been wobbly for quite a while
Now you see's a big gap each time she smiles.
Uncle Jack, quite a lad, fell on his back
Must have been all the beers downed that he'd had
He tried them all, that being his downfall
Poor soul he can now hardly walk at all.
Cousin Mabel sat glued to the table
Eating as much party food as able
As for the sherry, it made her merry
Merry's not in her vocabulary.
If fact the air it turned electric blue
She stirred up a fiery hullabaloo
Seems her old man is gettin' what he's due
For all the rascal ever put her through.
There's Gran Fran who's now the head of our clan
Enjoying herself, as only she can
So busy and dizzy she'll never rust
Boy, can she dance with a foxy hip thrust.
Bro Joe got us doing Okey Cokey
Which ended up like the Okey Chockey
The golden oldies were gasping for breath
After swinging arms and kicking up legs.
Then bro Tomo led us in the Conga
As dad tried playing the harmonica
Mom in fits of laughter, splitting her sides
Laughed till she ended up on her backside.
What a party, what a sight, what a night
Now I see them all in different light
What fun they are, made from purest delight
Each one enjoying the sweet taste of life.
Came the time for us to sing Auld Lang Syne
We all joined hands as the midnight bells chimed
Singing out loud those wonderful lyrics
Bringing the New Year in with good spirit.
29th November 2020