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SIGN OF THE TIMES
Stones will be thrown down. The temple succumbs like Lazarus.
Inconceivable evil hurled inside and outside satan’s circle.
Good perceived as bad and the reverse a similar fact.
Noah’s days before our rainy eyes, hankies blowing it.
Other christ, the false one, the devil incarnate arrives.
Feast of beasts will turn the world upside-down in defeat.
Torrential weather, hate and great distress to impress.
Heaven looks on in horror but not surprised.
Evening becomes the norm without moon or stars.
The persecutions worse and worser, God’s children cry, wanting
It to end sooner than later, having suffered and died, blood
Mixes like a cultural conglomerate - we knew the rat race
Eventide, on its plenipotentiary screeching wheel, couldn’t
Survive but for Jesus Christ — His victory secured at the cross.
4/22/2018
The temple in line one is Jesus. In the final line His victory.
Sometimes, it just takes some time
Sometimes,
we are born, with big dreams
Sometimes,
we are born having none
Sometimes,
we have to live, with our troubles
Sometimes,
we do things, that can’t be undone
Sometimes,
our hearts, may be broken
Sometimes,
we find true peace and love
Sometimes,
words are better left unspoken
Sometimes,
you leave when you’ve had enough
Chorus
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
for all of your dreams to come true
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
to find the perfect one, meant for you
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
being apart ‘til the storm subsides
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
Sometimes,
the cards, we’ve been dealt with
don’t add up,
and are just not enough
Sometimes,
we’re anxious, and worry too much
Sometimes,
we’re blessed, with a tender touch
Sometimes,
the money comes too easy
Sometimes,
we may not have enough to eat
Sometimes,
life throws us a curve ball
Sometimes,
this life is bittersweet
Chorus
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
for all of your dreams to come true
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
to find the perfect one, meant for you
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
being apart ‘til the storm subsides
Sometimes,
it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
Finale
Sometimes, it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
Sometimes, it just takes, some time
a little patience, while the future unwinds
John Derek Hamilton
June 12,2018
there's a picture in the Louvre
entitled "Checkmate"
It's depicts a man and the devil having a chess date
but looking at the picture one can clearly see
the man's king has one more move.
there's no apparent defeat
yet the King had one more move
God was not done
and don't believe the battle is over
nor that the enemy has won
Life is like a chess game that requires
critical thinking
strategic planning, decision making
and constant tweaking
yet the King had one more move
God was not done
and don't believe the battle is over
nor that the enemy has won
chess is not just a game but a metaphor for life
every move and every decision we make
should line up with Christ
its purpose and strategy is always
to protect the king
but in life Father God from us
doesn't need a thing
the message is for us to not
misplace our priorities
but to move in a way that acknowledges
God's authority
Yet the King had one more move
God was not done
just never believe the battle is over
nor that the enemy has won
so stop holding your head
acting all scared
the game is not done
your life has just begun
yes the King had one more move
God was not done
and never believe the battle is over
nor that the enemy has won
God wants us to think to plan and to prepare
To operate with His authority
and a spirit of no fear
yes the king has one more move
God is not done
and never believe the battle is over
nor that the enemy has won
yes the king has one more move
Father God is never done
and never believe the battle is over
nor that the devil has won
I stare at all the stars in the sky
Like everlasting snowflakes
No two are alike
I wonder what god was thinking
Maybe they are just his
Guidance and comfort
Seeping through
I look all the trees
Wonder how many can there be
Think about insects
Their number and variety is bigger
Then my ability to pronounce
This must be gods
Overactive imagination
Seeping through
I watch my fellow humans
And all they are capable of
Masters of both hate and love
The material and physical
And how they love to create
I have come to the conclusion
That this is all an allusion
To god having O.C.D.
Probably has multiple personalities
And the devil
Is just his paranoid schizophrenia
Seeping through
I am not a Poet
I know this fact true and full well
In the orthodox conventional literal way
As I am not able to use set standard form
So what I write
Therefore does not conform
So I agree wholeheartedly not disagree
Technically I am not a Poet
All I am is simply someone who
Likes to write and comment about things
That don't necessarily fit any set remit
But yet I still want to have a go
So I end up having to encroach
And impose and join in other ways
And blur the lines and rules of engagement
Because although I may not be a poet
1 thing I can admit is this
I suffer through my words
Like any tortured Poet would
As to me writing is more about
Exposure of one's true self soul and heart
Than a form of compliance to an art
If that stifles my openness and integrity
And does not keep my demons at bay
Rather lets them lie in wait
And my silence further leads onto
Yet more inevitable tortured mistakes
11/21/16
Just a snippet
Made out in the land of crickets
You either did or didn't
Put forth the effort, time and commitment
Above and below the ridges
Hits and misses
Pushing it to the limits
Got to take care of business
From the start past the finish
Again and again with a quickness
And swiftness
Focused on nearby surroundings and in the distance
People looking at you funny if you are or aren't religious
The same could be said for being superstitious
Gas, solids and liquids
The terrain and weather calm,scorching or frigid
Mild to extreme conditions
Learn from your mistakes and understand the difference
While still in existence
Benefits in using eucalyptus
And many things that are citrus
She liked the smell of hibiscus
And having koi fishes
Some only talk pigeons
And chicken
Grand openings started with the cutting of a ribbon
Golf courses with divots
Sentimental and valuable dishes
Historical bridges
Kid friendly music or explicit
Messages encrypted
Future events predicted
Shallow to deep ditches
We know there has been cannibalism
Before and after many schisms
Have other life forms ever paid us a visit?
No proof of the truth, therefore does it make it fiction?
Respect the environment and ecosystem
To you and your kindred
Best of wishes
By: Dalton Ogletree
Walking in the rain with black shirt of dusts,
Sitting in a small chair with no strings attached.
Eating a bowl of porridge with eggs on my side,
Voraciously eating like a dead man on his wild side.
I swirled my eyes in the places of bright lights.
I saw you clearly smiling in my naked white sight.
You’re wearing white shirt in a stingy black glasses of hell.
Why were you so good and walked things so well?
When I saw you, good days were coming back.
Our love was inadequate and there was so something lack.
I stumbled on my seat and tried to hide under my chair.
You saw me in seconds and gave me a dark stare.
You were with someone but I was not so shocked.
Love games are your line like you’re having big stock.
You said you don’t know me because we were never ever together.
I’m grateful enough for knowing someone who is such polluted air.
From God’s heart, enclosed with purity
His compassion, charity divine
ceaselessly prevailing midst abounding iniquities
reached down to my earthly residence
through His precious love letter:
the Scriptures, forever declaring His kindness’ care…
I thank Him, it was delivered to me at last!
Sealed with the Saviour’s unfailing mercy
His love letter keeps sailing through the sea of life
revealing blood-paid sacrifice for humanity’s ransom
as well as redemption security, expressing His love triumphant
bringing forgiveness and peace...
I praise Him, it gripped my soul where it should reign and last!
Having read Christ's love letter upon faith's comprehension
I'm assured of His gift of everlasting life*
thus, my grateful spirit yields to Him
vowing to share its blessings' bounty
exuding with sweet bliss, serene graciousness
while prayerfully publishing His message of kindness and hope…
since it can never become the last!
*John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
January 8, 2021
3rd place, "THE LAST LOVE LETTER" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 1/8/2021.
Love sweet love again has me trapped
Can't break free from it's grasp
To be perfectly honest, not trying all that hard
Really I'm having a huge blast
Oh so nice to love someone so deeply
And know they love you right back
Makes life an absolute joy when it happens
You're motoring along then whack
You're smitten, you're basically done for
There's no way out I'm afraid
It's really quite futile to attempt to escape
Why would you want to evade
Love sweet love is available to everyone
For all who wish to partake
Better to just let all those good times roll
It's easier for everyone's sake
© Jack Ellison 2014
I have a bet
with an old fig tree
in my backyard;
a bet as to whether
he will be out
of the ground
before I am in it;
not that we wish the other
a speedier demise, for there
is a strong fondness and
bound we share -- having fed
one another for many years—
I, on his figs and lustrous shade;
and he, on my careful pruning
and sensitive irrigation...both
of us, around harvest, receiving
song-full praising from the
many winged interlopers, and
four legged sojourners of our
opulent and thoroughly integrated
community;
as to the motive for our wager
it is more tongue-and-cheek,
or bark-and...whatever --
reflecting the inevitable folly
of both our journeys…
below or above seems to make
little difference in the final
revelation—sort of like, rich
vs. poor...we are all equal
to the Grim Reaper—Nature’s
totally, Politically Correct
Recycler….