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My new friend was honest, informal and direct
About nature all around, her words I now reflect…
‘I don’t understand the artist for that tree is just a tree
Though an artist would describe it very differently-
Something different, something else and something else than me
Though I’m not an artist so the tree is just a tree.’
Took a breathe to digest what she had to say
Never would I dispute a simple kind of way,
For the truth is clear to some, so need of no correction
Hence I simplified ‘ the tree is one's perception’.
Then I saw even more the trees that I had viewed
Uplifted in my spirit, suddenly renewed,
Patterns on the bark I fell with deep insight
With the tree designs I somehow did unite…
All as one, me with all, life and how it ties
Directly to my maker who made my seeing eyes
To adore evermore where nature all is mine
How we’re blessed to be with God when we do combine…
Senses overwhelming all along embraced
To see a tree as more ...may depend on taste…
Breathing in our evergreen yes a tree has smell
Hearing tree leaves rustling and cracks from branches fell
Touching bark rough or smooth is different every species
From the trees I have seen I may write a thesis.
The silver on eucalypts glistens to my eye
Seen the trees full of life reaching to the sky.
How Wonderful the trees and their natural attributes
Always wondered much about their systematic roots.
All the times I had climbed whilst clinging on their limbs
Sitting in a tree imagination brings…
Greatly more to the core with life there is a reason
With colours and the patterns, the changes every season,
from experiences with the trees all stages in my being
From analysing only one, from mountains overseeing.
I do adore all the trees with much appreciation
Respect them and connect them, all consideration
For time has bowed when nature wowed, rising for the birth
From the mother and father seeding all the Earth.
What a joy comes to one's heart
to see our spiritual children stepping out
having received God's truth at birth
as our heavenly father said from His fount
From that sane fount springs forth love
to love one another at the father's command
this is not new but have always heard
so walk in His truth so to truly stand
Beware of deceivers in this world
who won't confess Christ to have come
such are the deceiver and the antichrist
denying Jesus makes you spiritually numb
Be on your watch so don't lose your reward
keep true to Christ always connect to abide
in this teaching being a true follower
for if not you don't have God turning aside
Whoever comes without teaching this truth
don't receive him, doing so makes you a part
of his wicked schemes denying your Christ
rejoice and walk in truth reveals your heart
(I rejoiced greatly to find some of your children walking in the truth, just as we were commanded by the Father. And now I ask you, dear lady—not as though I were writing you a new commandment, but the one we have had from the beginning—that we love one another. And this is love, that we walk according to his commandments; this is the commandment, just as you have heard from the beginning so that you should walk in it. For many deceivers have gone out into the world, those who do not confess the coming of Jesus Christ in the flesh. Such a one is the deceiver and the antichrist. Watch yourselves, so that you may not lose what we have worked for, but may win a full reward. Everyone who goes on ahead and does not abide in the teaching of Christ does not have God. Whoever abides in the teaching has both the Father and the Son. If anyone comes to you and does not bring this teaching, do not receive him into your house or give him any greeting, for whoever greets him takes part in his wicked works.)
2 John vs 4-11 (ESV)
(I chose these verses as they are most relevant in today's world, especially for every Christian believer to be acting in accordance to these truths.)
"With great Power comes great Responsibility"
What is power? What is a responsibility?
I ask these questions daily.
Is power a synonym? For Rich or Witch?
Or is a whole nother thing which we cant just seem to itch?
If people with powers have responsibilities why don't they serve them?
when they come across people of the less they just kick and ignore them.
"- great responsibilty " is true I must say that
But how come the people with POWER have to have that?
Trusted people, who are loyal and kind. but because they have a different skin just makes then "one of you're kind!"
The kind should have the power not the rich or poor.
its the LAND OF THE FREE so why can't we do more!
The people with power abuse it greatly, so is that why everywhere is a danger lately?
Im young and responsible but I have no power.
But the old man with money has a pool, workers, and loads of POWER!
If great power gives you great responsibilities,
how come the people with power cause nothing but great hostilities
"With great power comes great responsibilty" was what a very wise man once said.
Maybe the rich need to get that in there f----ing head.
When I dream of sun graciously leaving the scene,
I could feel how crueler in these-days he has been;
Hasn't the dear summer said his grin-filled goodbye?
Why, then, is the naughty sun still high in the sky...?
From hot, days and nights have turned hotter and hottest,
Hot breeze has changed into melodious flautist;
How long will the children play? How long we must work?
Why the day that dawned long ago, does not turn murk...?
Crows and pigeons on water tops, often take dips,
Each love bird in cages each minute water sips;
Ice creams, though so cooingly wet tender palates,
Heat beats the crowns of our heads like many mallets...!
Peal of thunder; cloud-to-cloud lightning; no rain yet,
Consensus betwixt summer and monsoon seems set;
Dog-days, like fire and pans, have come and gone,
Why dryness within, yet, is lingering alone...?
Roses fresh; mild mist; spring though seems arriving near,
Prickles and pains from foot to head I greatly fear;
Midst magical moist muggy muttering movements,
Fifth season, like sense fifth, flows free and innocent...!!!
08 November 2022
The Fifth Season Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Stop acting up, ignorant class clown…oh, you naughty, little boy…
I’ve been manipulated and broken like an ancient kid’s toy
Laughing at the snotty, “millionaire” boy…oh boy…oh boy…
Losing my mind, hospitalized just because of how I feel, but it’s no big deal
Yelling at me – stop right this instance…can’t you see? Can’t you see the tears, showering from my universe, starlit eyes of euphoric ecstasy
Lazy me…watching the chaos and violence unfold as the hours pass me by…the ticking of the clock driving me nuts – no if’s and but’s about it…I throw my childish furious fits.
Isolated…jaded…upset…
Tortured greatly by my guilty conscience….my mindset is submitting to negativity, but I’m stronger than I realize, I’m not alone, and I’m not a failure, so I got to get myself off the ground and try not to be captivity-bound
Tricked to marry a bride named Envy, the Plastic Beauty
Living a truth, masked with hidden, deceptive, little lie
Enjoying the scenery of brightness and technological geniuses…but I yearn for some darkened nature…the paranormal sends strange sensations up and down my spine….the future will be awesome sooner or later….
I can feel suave halos swirl around me
Dreaming about you, climbing towards the sun
Keep your pace and run this race
I know you can do it…you can receive far greater grace
Risking my life for you…
Do you do the same for me too?
Ascending…never descending…
God’s direction is far from my reach,
But I remain faithful to Him, for His love is what I beseech
My head is held high above the surface
I can feel suave halos swirl around me
Dreaming about you, climbing towards the sun
Keep your pace and run this race
I know you can do it…you can receive far greater grace
Risking my life for you…
Do you do the same for me too?
Ascending…never descending…
God’s direction is far from my reach,
But I remain faithful to Him, for His love is what I beseech
My head is held high above the surface
Isolated…jaded…upset…
Raindrops from bitter clouds has come to weep with regret
October 13 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 27-28
Key Verse – Matthew 27:54 Now when the centurion, and they that were with him, watching Jesus, saw the earthquake, and those things that were done, they feared greatly, saying, Truly this was the Son of God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR THE TRUTH
OF HIS OMNIPOTENCE
Praise be to God for the truth of His omnipotence; thus, we are:
Upheld by His unlimited generosity
Unafraid with His unconditional grace
Undaunted upon His untiring goodness
Unashamed about His unfailing greatness
Unperturbed by His unswerving governance
Matthew 28:9 Praise be to the Lord for
meeting us:
Drawing us to His closeness
Delivering to us His compassion
Descending to us by His clemency
Directing us toward divine conversion
Defending us by His calling against challenges
Matthew 28:18-20 Praise be to the Saviour for
enabling by His power to participate in the
fulfillment of His great commission as He:
Secures us with salvation-assurance
Settles us upon His Scriptures’ assertion
Sends us for service-stewardship activeness
Satisfies us by His sufficient supply along His abundance
Strengthens us in our supplication against arrogance and apathy. Amen!
October 13, 2024
Most Canadians are influenced greatly
By our Big Brother down to our South
Our cultures are very much the same
We have a common life style
Idolize the same pop icons
We dress the same, we look the same
Their dreams are our dreams
Our dreams are their dreams
Four thousand miles of undefended border
The longest in the whole wide world
That, my friends, is something to be proud of
In this age of constant flare-ups
That seems to happen daily around the world
May this Canada/U.S. Friendship
Forever be alive as an example to the world
How civilized people can and do
Exist side by side in perfect harmony
I am proud to be part of this unique
And enduring friendship
Long live Canada, long live the U.S.A.
Some 25 or more years ago, a fellow parishioner connected with me
by gifting me with a can of coffee. Ten years ago, my first posting
on Poetry Soup was entitled "A Can of Coffee" which was about
my new found friend.
There was once a poet who welcomed me into this community
of online poets. Not long afterwards, that poet said goodbye
to the entire poet community which included me. It's been
10 years since I heard from that poet via poems posted on
the website. Perhaps the parting was meant to be, but there
is no way to know.
What I do know is that, at a major intersection, in the crossroad
of my life, a poet connected with me with words of kindness.
As a result, my life has been greatly enriched since joining the
community. Words of welcome were given that emboldened
and embraced me with courage and inspiration to go forward
with my embryotic poetic pursuit.
In conclusion, please allow me to remind my fellow 'Soupers'
that writing poems is much more enriching and priceless as
we touch and edify each other with the kind of kindness that
I have experienced. And may I always give back far more than
I have received. Coffee, parishioner, poetic connections. Who knew?
Monodies on corona, like dirges, are often common
Many die, senses say, many are, like a carcass, buried
Amidst excessive ‘counts’ of ‘imported’ vaccination
Paramount time spent greatly on nationwide election
‘Masks’, ‘Distance’, they say, nothing ever practiced
'Stars' and 'Models' on ads advise petty pretty precaution
Jobless, foodless run long many a laborers’ marathon
Mothers, fathers, wives, children, kith, and kin unfed
Yet, caring, on their way, many helpless unknown brethren
‘Nation is fit financially’ ‘experts’ assure every so often
‘Rations limitless’ they say, who gets even mosses of bred?
Life becomes, for poor, martyrdom, every console gone
Rich becoming richer and poor pushed head and heart down
Normal citizens are seen, day by day, going hungry to bed
Corporatism has been becoming a common phenomenon
Prices hike like climaxes of tragedies darkness and no dawn
Slogans, as though, anthems and symphonies widespread
Every politician delivering their power-speeches well-spun
Normal natural life paralyzed as though existence bed-ridden.
I pray and beg of thee;
Commit me to your memory. *
Place me among your 'Forget me nots'.
In many ways my friend,
I am a lot like you.
In a food crisis, my best memory speaks,
not of just bread and water, but also leeks.
A bowed incivility is all that I had known.
Egypt land where I was born never felt like home.
Yet it was there I roamed but never really belonged.
Liberties were greatly denied, but yet I thrived.
My first taste of liberty led me to an angry sea.
The Almighty protected me from my vicious enemy.
From the miracle of the sea, I came to a place in the wilderness.
I dreamed of comfort, security, and sweetness, only to be awakened
to a nightmare of bitterness. But God always loves me with tenderness.
052922PS *Israelite experiences in Egypt