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~Love~
(Redondilla)
Love gives it all and love forgive
Love is tender and love is kind
Lifes better when true love you find
Love can make us feel more alive
Love is great and love is sweet
Love for sure always comes to mind
Love can't be defined, loves always kind
Love is free, loves delicious treat
Of nothing Lord wants us afraid
Love, faith, hope, and peace thru God spread
With his love heal if wrong was fed
God's love is greater than all said.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2013
August.16.2016
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away.
1 Corinthians 13:4-8 (NIV)
~Author's Notes:
The "Redondilla" is an Spanish poetry form or style, with an eight-syllable quatrain rhyming either abba or abab, but in the latter rhyme scheme it is usually called, the Serventesio.
The Redondilla Origin:
Early 18th century. From Spanish redondilla from redondo round + -illa, after French rondeau or one of its cognates.
As we have all come to know and accept
That within certain parameters we find ourselves trapped
It’s either you’re stuck with wearing pants to rule and impress
Or socially considered inferior and wearing a dress
Well, I for one, fortunately belong to the latter
However, at the excruciating sensation of being perpetually overlooked, I shudder
For I know my worth exceeds that of just another fine lady
A woman who ignores harsh Reality and hides behind a smile, looking dandy
A conformist, being looked down on by what is called a man
So from this awkward position of helplessness, to remove myself without delay is my plan
This feeling of constantly being emotionally and socially dormant
Exhausts me – utterly drains my energy, to be used as a dusty doormat
Then carelessly, I am cast into a sea of vulnerability
Viewed by society as a mere object of instability
I, being of greater value, will remove myself from behind Male’s shadow
For I refuse, the social norm of this world, to follow
Even though seen as nothing, for myself I have respect
And to the world, my greatest strengths I shall reflect
Because I possess rare beauty that goes deeper than the skin
So onto my strengths, I shall trustingly lean
Where man exhibits his pompous ways I humbly outshine
For I am a woman of worth and that, the beauty in me shall always define
As a woman, I am made perfect in my weakness
For I thrive, where man tries his best to impress
I desire only Peace
But I must face the Truth here
He is numbered among them
I look down at the campfires
He is lost in the vastness of their army
His tent is guarded by Warriors when he sleeps
He is such a coward
The thought of being hunted by such a man is a mystery
Like sticks builds spikes
Like words build men up
Look in my eyes Sir
Now I look in your eyes
You are shocked your blood spills out
I drilled you in the heart
And send you to that path in the skys
May you wonder among the stars and never find your way
Thank You great Spirits for the Victory over death
He is coming like a theif in the night
As wise as a serpent as harmless as a dove
Men should always pray and not lose heart
If you feint in the day of adversary your strenght is small
Beware less her words be like an arrow that pierces A BIRDS LIVER
Only the strongest of men are killed by her
My words are from the Master
I did'nt come to bring Peace but a Sword
Look I see a prophet on the streets of New York
Yelling at the top of his lungs the end is near
I look up but the sky is'nt falling
Like that man could ever mess with the best
like my compositions could ever fall beneathe another man
Unless they swoop down to lift him up
Unless i fall to doubt
Like God ever favored him with better words
Better composed-Better said
But never spoken till he read my dictation
And it inspired him
It raised him out the writer's block
That Powers blocked
Like Greater Powers opened and spoke
in many Voices and many Masters
The words in my heart crash down
I see poems wrote from my past life
The hand of the Queen on Her finger the purest Emarld when I kissed it
The Mission I undertook for her
I just suppose it was an erran of Life and Death
A Battle I would of never won without the help of my 3 friends
That are still here to this day
And I rode horseback from post horse to post horse
From Spain to France
And ran the last one so hard untill he fell and blood came out his mouth
A ran up the steps of the Palace in a cloud of dust
And the servants fed me and hung me back in the Queens closet
Believe me or not! I am the Queen's wingman!
Just like One of David's Mighty Men
My Hand is Frozen to the Sword
The heart of a warrior
By Michelle Morris
20/08/2023
Never underestimate
The heart of a warrior
The wild one who remains free
Undaunted by societal norms
Never underestimate
The change that can be made
By one determined person
Guided by light and love
Never underestimate
The potential of a soul
That spreads joy and peace
Uniting the greater whole
Remain wild, remain wild
Remain free, remain free
Go where you will
Follow Gaia's Spirit
This world will try to tame you
This world has people in grey
We are not meant for concrete jungles
Wearing dismal attire for sheeples
Hiding behind concrete walls, glass and steel
Hiding behind mainstream media
Access to unlimited knowledge
Yet choosing mediocrity and mindlessness
You cannot force enlightenment
You cannot force the good
You can only set an example
Of the best way for humanhood
Everyone has their own path
Each of us has a choice
Anything is possible
If we can learn to use our voices
Change for future generations
Won't happen if we don't act
By standing up for what's right
By learning and understanding
Never underestimate
The heart of a warrior
The wild one who remains free
Undaunted by societal norms
Never underestimate
The change that can be made
By one determined person
Guided by light and love
Never underestimate
The potential of a soul
That spreads joy and peace
Uniting the greater whole
Remain wild, remain wild
Remain free, remain free
Go where you will
Follow Gaia's Spirit
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Even though I know I love you,
The reason I must let you go
Is the fear that you might drift far away
Before you even notice what is in my heart.
Even though I love you,
The reason I cannot bring myself to confess
Is the dread that the wound left upon my own heart
Might be far greater than any burden you would bear.
Even though I love you,
The reason I have never once held your hand
Is the fright that my haste might drive you away,
Leaving my calls met with your silent distance.
The reason I keep my watch over you,
Always keeping a careful distance,
Is so that if you ever leave my side to love another
And find yourself broken, I can be the flower that plucks away your grief.
If I am ever to love someone again in the days to come,
It will never be just anyone,
But it will be for you, and you alone—
To become the eternal sky that unfolds forever above you.
This man born of Zachariah and Elizabeth
who named him John as was told
by Gabriel who stood in presence of God
sent from heaven with a message of gold
Then 30 years later John preached
in the wilderness about the kingdom of God
emphasising the need for people to repent
as he prepared the way for the Lord
Many people came to John in the Jordan
to be baptised confessing their sins
but seeing Jesus he pointed to God's lamb
for his forgiveness came from the king
Jesus summed up John's life well
in John, no one born has been greater
than this humble man sent to forthtell
for he stood faithfully being no traitor
By Dana Redricks
November 12, 2020
What Does it Mean to Be Strong for the Gospel of Jesus Christ?
This is a question I often ask myself, and another question I ask myself what does it truly mean to be set apart? Without the boldness of the early Church would have died in its infancy. There's a deep feeling to be accepted, but the desire of the Christian heart truly seeks and longs to be embraced and accepted by Jesus Christ. The enemy tries to convince us, we have to gain God's acceptance through works, but there's nothing we need to do but accept God's gift of Salvation which is His grace, love, and mercy He towards us. We are called to be strong and courageous." Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous! Do not be terrified or dismayed (intimidated), for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” (Joshua 1:9). We can find the confidence and find the courage to go fourth and spread the Gospel of Jesus Christ no matter what we face knowing we have something greater in looking forward beyond this world. Set apart is to be Christ like and not to be worldly or desire the things of the world. We are to seek the things of heaven," Therefore if you have been raised with Christ [to a new life, sharing in His resurrection from the dead], keep seeking the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your mind and keep focused habitually on the things above [the heavenly things], not on things that are on the earth [which have only temporal value]." Colossians 3:1-2
Angel, so gentle a messenger a rescuer,
comfort to Men and Woman and our children,
you have their eye, you have always had our
attention, intentions in the back of our minds.
Working behind the scenes in dutiful love, honoring humanity.
Archangel, humble and mighty specialist,
do you not know the reward to come
for your dedicate theme.
The Holy Spirit shall train you in loves battle
at the true heart of things, in the end you will see,
you are mighty in deed.
Princes, shall you govern the Earth in it's regions as regents, agents in charge of this place, of God's plan, be his Pontificate hand.
Powers, Congregation and Priest,
see you not whisper of gossips, discord or jealousy
but purity in the knowledge of ceremony of greater
things, but be not erred in Hell's matrimony.
But the divine worship of what is that should be.
Virtues, you are the wizards of God's court,
the facilitator of the art working in on creation in it's consciousness and at it's heart.
Dominations, you hold the works of Heavens
and of Earth.
The processes of stringing in the cosmic ring
of your stewardship of overseeing being.
Thrones, you are the ones who send the judgments,
the vials, aid and dispose, impose the Kings.
Expose the age in Captained line by line
vanguard of High decree"d rloyal t hinges.
Cherubim, your tasks, intellect and secret office direct the plans of God and Men. Of miracle and prayers arked embarked to Tabernacle out again.
Seraphim, burning love thou art insemminate,
pregnant and in delivery of love, for the Most High.
Your song is a burning flame kindled and birthed by
more fires, for His Holy Name.
Your intimate knowledge of Creation in His Way
led none of you to fall, none to stray.
The Four Living Creatures love to watch you swoon, tirelessly, pulsing in your inner knowledge
of the workings of meaning.
Dedicate predicates in love, one and all eternally,
present past the end of days.
Are there any patriots left
to howl and cry for the sake of audacity
that echoes through eternity?
Is courage enough to defy ghastly death?
Stand on a pedestal and declare victory,
while tyrants continue their walk to enmity!
How often does someone come along
with a plan beneficial to Humanity?
Isn't greed their rising to power from thin air?
We've heard the hypocrisy of their song,
no mention of trustworthiness but fanfare!
Is this a play written without irony?
A cry of audacity is greater than cowardice,
to hide prospective and strategic ideas;
a throne was the centre stage of kings,
they governed according to empathy or malice!
Does a pathetic liar fall flat on his face,
and yet unharmed gets up to redo his betrayal and win the race?
Bigots follow him to his end, not weighing the cost of pretense!
The deceiver lives in luxury,
he wears designer clothes,
he looks elegant, a politician so creepy,
on the front page of Time Magazine:
is he another fake generator so mean?
Who's paying for all costs,
is he minimizing losses?
His fallout is an accurate prophecy!
They allow him to do more damage,
no blind can see the actual carnage
of bleeding folks who are denied pity and clemency;
they count nickels and dimes to feed their family!
Some folks lack guts; they let fate run its course!
They stay silent, allowing things to get worse;
lift your cry of audacity; it can't lie in dreary shadows:
doers are heroes, lazy people only wait for handouts!
Thou filth and ferocity is a sentence of fame;
nowadays glance everywhere th' dead on th' lane;
th' channel is yet but ignorant without shielding an old,
to witness tho' how evident proof can be,
one has to loose nerve and see.
Buy something far greater than a testament,
doth dare who sought to kill by payment;
yet be fair an close the death of swear
and you'll be much more than pair.
Violence is yet but a bum of illness,
shed upon earth with haste and wildness;
doth only be stopped by hazardness!
an sweaves a man to madness.
I grieve for th' moment for th' cause,
for a man so ignorant and close,
living in an urb of mist in doze,
urging for someone to pause;
yet no one ever doth, ever doth sense
how this man was innocent hence.