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Be aware of the enemy.' it is in many guises and
Disguises
The time is here; and has indeed been for four decades
To find your familiy in church, not by denomination.'
But by there love and actions, that come from Christ
(For by their Love you will know them) I have thought
And said for the last thirty years like spirits should
Forge alliance, and tear away from artificial division
Made by men and women, I noted a remark from
Graham Hood, that he was in company not as he would
Have expected to be in before that (plandemic,,!)
Some weeks after, the realization came to my spirit
That this shadows the teaching of the Bible..'
For two will be in the field.' and one will be taken
Two will be grinding, and one will be taken for God
Will pluck up those He chooses, and this will be really
Unexpected.' Just as Hoodie remarks on how unexpected
His allies turned out to be.' Be watchful and pray.'
I don't bear the badge of a particular creed
For religion often breeds division, a discordant deed
I'm a child of Yahuah, and Yashuah my guide
My allegiance lies with the Creator, not a mortal divide
The true church is invisible, a sanctuary of the heart
Where love and purity reside, a sacred work of art
If the heart is clean, the church is pure and bright
But when our actions contradict our words, we lose sight
We package the same truth in different guises
Like water in bottles of various hues, we disguise
The essence remains the same, though the labels may vary
We're all children of the same Father, born of human story
We're born of woman, through the same doorway
Yet we erect barriers, and point fingers, day by day
Who can claim to know, who's righteous or who's vile?
Only Yahuah sees the heart, and knows our true trial
If we're from one God, then we're one in His sight
Why do we fragment, and fight in the dark of night?
The foundation of every church should be built on love
For Yahuah is love, and without it, we're lost above
If we don't have love, we're strangers to His heart
We're but hollow vessels, with a faith that's far apart
Let's stand with truth, unflinching and bold
Let love be our priority, our guiding gold
For in love, we're united, and in love, we're free
A bond that's unbreakable, a unity of humanity.
How much do I know
of how reality plays?
Can I touch the sun
always on a fine day
Can I see inside you
perhaps using X-rays
Can I skip a heartbeat
if she comes my way
Can I fix the future
it’s best to make hay
Can I reflect myself
damn mirror broke today
Can I overcome fear
so far so good anyway
Can I know what’s true
of course by going astray
Can I justify reason
much easier than dismay
Can I show you God
maybe it’s best to pray
Can I define reality
only what my mind betrays
Can I be immortal,
in death, time goes away
Can I rise up again
in endless guises, I’d say!
Break the mirror Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
03/05/23
My life at stake and I didn’t realize
Where there’s truth there are lies,
That good could come from bad
Sorrow from what makes you glad,
Life sets us in many varying guises
deceit in her smile, malice in her eyes.
Life is one long stretch of compromise
Hard to break free before one’s demise,
Heaven, hell, sin, salvation, all hearsay
Life and death come and go but one way.
Trapped in time it’s hard to get away
To whom does this come? Lord, I pray
I must get out of here, must sever all ties
change my identity and assume a disguise;
With one heartbeat short, one breath away
The mighty death, Oh, is but held at bay.
Flailing tendrils upon the waves;
an ancient sailor’s fear;
Leviathan rises from the watery abyss.
Red morning skies warn,
of Neptune’s wrath;
his siren daughters,
captivate and destroy the lonely seamen.
Skeletal wings beat the empty air;
foreboding shadows overhead;
the Wyvern, hunting prey.
Old legends never die;
they just shape shift,
to fit the times.
Oily, black tendrils swirl upwards,
from the ocean floor,
to poison and eradicate,
thousands of species.
Leviathan-slicks;
annihilating the oceans.
Modern day Wyverns sail the techno-skies;
drones seeking prey, who take all lives;
intentional and accidental;
no one is exempt from their appetites.
Red skies in the morning;
HAARP’s song of warning;
red tides obliterate life.
Old legends in new guises,
are easy, lethal deceit.
My third eye keeps opening and it’s a great feeling to be alive,
I know now that I have survived through bad times and now it’s time to thrive.
I know that I am a lover, because I have been a fighter,
I know I am a poet, because I had been an essay writer.
I know I am strong, because I had been weak,
I know I am handsome, because I have girlfriends who are clique.
I know now that I am an optimist, because I have suffered the pangs of a pessimist,
I know now am a mercenary for truth, because I have known the pains of an extremist.
I know I am wise because I had been foolish,
I know now I am a saver, because I had been lavish.
I know now that I can live a life of joy, because I have been remorse,
I know now that I can be married, because I know what is a divorce.
I know now I can be good, because I have felt badness,
I know now I can laugh, because I have known sadness.
I know now I can be creative, because I have been destructive,
I know now I can be open, because I have been obstructive.
I know now I am sober, because I have been a drunk,
I know now I can perpetuate, because I have been a debunk.
I know now that I can live in anticipation, because I have lived a life filled with surprises,
I know now that I wear my own attitude, because I know what it is to live in guises.
My third eye keeps opening and it’s a great feeling to be alive,
I know now that I have survived through bad times and now it’s time to thrive.
I know now…..
I know now……
I was there.
Not even in double figures,
But I was there.
As the sundial drifted into the autumn,
I watched captivated
As a brilliance of bright butterflies
Gathered in the thinning light.
All of a-flutter, trembling with anticipation,
I saw the butterflies come together
Under the moon's borrowed light.
British summer time was over,
Marking the passover from day into night.
No October tock followed tick.
No chime.
For the clocks cogs had stopped quite still.
One paper thin hour opaque with mystery.
From my hiding place I kept sight,
Watching the butterflies’ bright bold colours
Soften and quieten
And slip into the muted fragile palette of the glade.
With child’s eyes I gazed
As they transformed their memories of dappled light
Into glimmers of guises of agates and lichens and wood.
I saw them become ghosts of butterflies,
A faunaphopia of flights of fancy,
An umbralume, but not as shadows of former selves,
But as a merrimoss of browns and pewters,
Slate greys and sables,
A brinklebrun and cinderblush of new moths.
I watched as they became loam-shaded urmines
Embraced new names Common Quaker and Brindled Beauties.
I saw them ascend and descend,
Dance the spirals and circles of starlet reflections,
Then navigate new journeys into the dark.
Tick, tock, tick, tock and a dong -
The transformation was done.
But I had been there in that extra hour of darkness,
Held in the fold of time,
My glimpse into the silken world of how moths become.
Gone I am..sure as the sea rolls over the bones of the deep
Gone is Tikvah, gone is hope, gone as so many Jewish brides
from history in the guises placed upon them by gentiles.
All who chose to remember at all, name me Typkia Friedberg..
Ah but, Hershel, my dear, was merely from the town of Friedberg.
Third class we were, entertainers not what either parents
had wanted for their kinderlekhs, there darling children.
When the warning horns sounded, we were entertaining the others.
Hershel with the wee piano on his back, and I
dancing and playing around him in a whirl of skirts.
The room was packed, the clink of beer mugs and laughter
All stilled slowly in disbelief as a clarion call of horn filled the room.
Eyes moments before full of life now haunted the space,
knowing not the way upward, out of the hidey-hole nest of the lower decks.
As the crowd surged from the room, hopelessly, we retreated
hand in hand yet we were torn apart.
Hershel fell and the crowds surged over him, crushing him piano and all
to the carpeted floor of the hall, mere steps from the stairwell.
He screamed for me to run. Eyes, hands, feet, knees elbows
no hope, no hope at all of any movement but upward with the throng.
Up one level I made it, clothes in tatters, scratched and bleeding
and then I too fell, under the boot heels of passengers.
I do not rest beside my Hershel, yet with my last breath, I cried
“Mother, mother you will never met him now.”
My dear, my heart, for before the Titanic ever sunk, we died.
*It has been said there was a newly married couple
the woman called Typkia Friedberg aboard the Titanic
but her name does not appear nor her husbands in the records.
Survivors spoke of the couple and the woman family from Chicago.
I do not believe the names are correct for Typkia is not a name
not a Jewish name but a word meaning journal, diary and Freidberg
is the town where the pianos for the Titanic were made.
Tikvah is a Jewish woman's name and means Hope.
Hershel means deer.
Damn the tears shed for hate's sake each day
For they threaten to sponge this good world away
We jump to condemn all our fellow's disdain
Yet OUR acts and words are quite often the same
Human history is rife with our pushing aside
The folks we find "different" that we should abide
The color of our flesh and the shape of our eyes
Become standards we typecast and rationalize
Without giving thought to the lies that are spun
We hurt folks in ways that then can't be undone
Instead of comparing our skin and our face
We should see everybody as ONE human race
For unless we regard ALL contempt as the same
Hatred will bloom, with our prejudice to blame
So who do we charge with abolishing hate?
That soul in the mirror who governs our fate
We can vote to change rulings, legislation and laws
To quiet those people who make bias their cause
Do our best to identify hate and its guises
Combat it with love, and make no compromises
Learn to see "difference" as something that's good
Preach kindness and tolerance, as we all should
And if we transform the contempt in our heart
At least we can say that we've made ... a good start.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "My Loudest Feelings" Poetry Contest, Caren Krutsinger, Judge & Sponsor.
* The fight against hatred of any kind is the thing I'm most passionate about, it will always be my loudest voice, and the thing I respond to the quickest. *
The quest for love begins from the moment we are born
The unwavering love of parents is initially all we need
Sweet smiles, furtive glances those innocent teenage crushes
A deeper craving suddenly overwhelms
The search for true love in earnest begins
It fills our every moment until we find the one
We soar to great heights in this ultimate love
But time & circumstances can change everything
Some hold onto that great love till the day that they die
Others just take for granted the love bestowed on them
Whichever way we look at it we have to realize that LOVE in its many guises has certainly conquered all
Amor Vincit Omnia
Love conquers all