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Human Spirit
The Human Spirit
I own !
The Human body I inherit.
Well known !
Always ready to exhibit
Human criterion.
My first and foremost duty
to honor Humanity.
That's my priority.
Sublime soul in serenity.
I am not religious
but always righteous .
Of course Emotional
Yet Rational.
Feeling grateful in grace and glory
to carry immortal soul.
In one birth won't end human story :
My great console.
Through cycles of life on re-incarnation
I will fulfill my ambition.
09/22 / 22
Human Spirit
8th place in Premier contest
Contest by Mystic Rose Rose
A Brian Strand Premier Choice
Contest by Brian Strand.
“here I am in human form
but it was not always quite so
earth is not the only planet I’ve been to
through past life regressions I definitely know"
Soul runs in a cycle continuous,
termed as life, shifting shape or appearance.
Energy transforming ! Oblivious.
Soul entwined with body shows performance .
Soul goes through repeated incarnation
shifting shapes and changing places of birth.
Earth is not the only destination.
There are other options for home or hearth.
Multi Universes accommodate.
As you sow, so may you reap : That is true.
Scope to incarnate or reincarnate,
with past performances to continue.
After demise, soul to leave the body
and for the next journey being ready.
Bereft of CHRIST, and the very word “Christ,”
there would be no Christmas…
since Christmas is the birth of Jesus Christ
the “Emmanuel”* Who is the Saviour
though not exactly on December 25
as traditionally known...
Devoid of CHRIST, the remaining “mas”
would be in acrostic mean “Man As Sinner.”
I do believe that the biblical Christmas
is the incarnation of God, becoming human
miraculously conceived by the Holy Spirit
to reach down to me, a sinner in need of redemption.
Because of CHRIST, Christmas’ is a valuable gift
as mankind is offered love-wrapped present
with eternal life, forgiveness, and peace.
To me, Christmas is receiving
“the gift of God” which is “eternal life
through Jesus Christ our Lord.”**
With CHRIST as the reason for the season
Christmas for me is commemoration...
Celebrating the Lord Who deserves praise-filled commitment
Honouring and worshipping Him with all my heart
Renewing my earnestness to serve responsibly
Inclining my whole to Him, trusting His Word so immutable
Sharing the Gospel, testifying about His grace and salvation
Triumphing in His marvelous wonders thankfully
Making His deeds known, exalting His name, magnificent
Acknowledging His leadership as to Him I yield my all
Staying in His blessed will while faith He strengthens.
Hence, Christmas to me is living for CHRIST*** everyday.
*Matthew 1:23 Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.
**Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
***Philippians 1:21 For to me to live is Christ…
December 31, 2019
Edited on December 14, 2020
3rd place, "Christmas Poems Old or New" Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 12/22/2020.
My husband often says to me “I wish I’d married a woman”.
I am usually sitting spread legged in a chair, scratching at the time.
Or I am pointedly not picking up a huge mess for two weeks.
I always roll my eyes, knowing what he really means.
He means “I wish we had married a cook, cleaner and maid.”
I am none of those things. Sure, I used to pretend to be.
Since this incarnation God poured my soul into a female body.
Not my idea, believe me! I resented this from childhood.
When Danny H always got by with yelling out the answers.
Without raising his hand, but if I did it, I got lambasted by the teacher.
I knew better than to point this out after the sixth or seventh time.
She was a mean woman, and partial to boy bodies, not girl bodies.
Then menstruation happened, which was more horrifying.
Boys never have to deal with all this blood and inconvenience.
Being a girl was not my goal in this lifetime believe me.
I feel we are neither male nor female, rather spirits who rent.
Some lifetimes we rent female, other times we rent male.
How I got this wrong this time, I do not know but….
I hate cooking, cleaning, vacuuming, dusting, and doing the dishes.
Luckily, my husband knows this. He is doing the laundry now.
He is also buying the groceries and running the dishwasher.
I think it is fair. I am thirty years ahead of him.
I used to do all the housework and the yardwork.
He would work his measly forty hours and rest.
I am resting now. It is my turn since we did not “marry a woman”.
Originating, like crystal drops, from Gaumukh glaciers,
Colorless, like frank-innocence, later, gleams and glitters;
Mingled with Bhagirathi; melt in Alaknanda, great,
Flows flawlessly as though baiting and defeating the fate...
Vishnu, the supreme, in his dwarf Brahman incarnation,
Took two steps, myths say, with an absolute confirmation;
To cross the universe; when treading the stern step second,
World got holed; thence, Ganges, heavenly-goddess, did descend...
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Quencher of thirst! Giver of life! Meal of mind and body!
Oxygen source! Coolant of flesh, and blood! Antibody!
Haven of water creatures! Guard of great agriculture!
Source and strength of Mohenjo-daro, Harappan culture!
Greatness of Hindu traditions! Zenith of Hindu faith!
Place of pilgrimage! Entrance to the heavens after death!
Symbol of faith, hope, civilization and mental health!
Absolution of misdemeanors! Harbinger of health...!
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When I see the Ghats, yet, where dead are burnt in Holy pyres,
Half-burnt bodies eaten by dogs and eagles and vultures;
Like half-fry meat, munched, then, by carps, mullets, and catfishes,
Rest swept away to seas as though fulfilling last wishes...
Abandoned bodies, like sharks, during pandemic, floated,
Not one, two but tens and hundred; as though river flooded;
Though life-taker, the Ganges, is like mother, life-giver,
River named, most holy, on earth, is, perhaps, no other...!
17 December 2021
while playboy hallucination at my male member does yank
key mud hood dill, where reality doth usually tank
with muss elf feeling prick
sans figurative or real shaft shank
quite the opposite with wife acidly rank
she frequently pulls my hair as childish prank
knowing full well that action turns my mood sour as a crank
I would escape, but no money in the piggy bank.
Other times, her karma roars into tempest with rage
lashing out like a half-crazed maniac loosed upon global stage
on account of silent battles we regularly wage.
I admit my own fair share of peculiar traits
which only to private confidences t'will now relate
keep on the q-t lest spouse doth berate.
Chief among these oddities comprise
lower gastrointestinal perturbations issuing from the ass
which prompt innumerable outbursts of gas
Ranging from quiet puff to a noisy, windy pass.
After usage of toilet with a bowel movement
large enough to sink a sub
wash rectal residue from my behind
with a hose attached to the tub.
This couple resembles Frankenstein
and his bride – argh what a pair
she taunts when i shower, clean the rest of my body including hair
dry follicles shaking head back & forth side-to-side through the air.
There you now know foibles and unusual personal ways
uttering that such antics how she plays
like netted in a one-man fraternity undergoing constant haze
pelting this poor soul with scraps of food, she flays
until these covered with thick pasty gloppy glaze as verboten entrees
Now laugh till you fall over and remain in stitches for days.
The soul of an woman is bigger than the sky and the sea
radiance of her heart is much more sweet than moonshing.
There is no limit to her glories
abundant compassion to nourish,
in every corner of world the civilized people, why do they humiliating ??
It is the holy place how do you think her as a product!!
her sympathy is supreme than the sky and sea and the God in fact.
Greatness is her ornaments
lotus is her eye to paints,
the land of tenderness; why are you touching with poison to contact ??
She is essential and she is the flame of life
it's impossible to sprout a germ without an wife
She is variant in love and passion
in service of race and the nation,
why torture her, why do you keep her in tip of sharp knife??
She is the Goddess and her words are the wave of ocean
sky lies in the lap of her pigtails as she is much more than,
her brightness is as bright as autumn
divine is her virtues in race of human,
Keep her in love, caress thee, don't fight but be a fan.
She is huge in form of incarnation and carries infallible arms in hand
the world is her creation and she carries the message of destiny of that land
she destroys in such form
sin and the sinners in storm,
worship the Goddess Chandi ; She is the destroyer she can buried you in sand.
In your land of sin light of fames are shedding
Chandi has broken out in rage and wishing war to bring,
her fierce rage will destroy all
the stars of the life will fall,
she is going to destroy her creation; each and everything.
Women are awakening be alert and sing; come down soon
our evil acts has reached at the edge by virtue of that incarnation
worship her to calm her down
we are already late clown,
today we are on the edge of the abyss; don't be bad thereon.
DEEP DENSE LOOK
Potrait of Old persona with wise wrinkles
and deep dense look
piercing at every nook
of bygone days
to reminisce emotional bonds
and introspecting life long experiences.
Now turned his face from earthly matters,
not interested in dynamism of life
passing through last phase.
Immortal soul to be detached from body after demise!
Where to fly? Only to surmise!
Transcendence to unknown zone!
ALONE!
Ruthless realisation of leaving Earth
where life was spent since birth
in trouble, comfort, grief or mirth
enjoying, struggling, caring, loving
now tending to inevitable termination,
Enjoyed life, completed duties!
Now ready to leave in happy mood
on wishful expectation of Re-incarnation.
07/02/22
The Pastel
Contest by Craig cornish
Ere time, consubstantial were God and Word,
distinct yet intertwined, same, not homoi.
Creator, light by darkness never blurred,
life’s author, shining source of man's great joy.
A man from God, John did come to proclaim,
profess the light that all men might believe.
"Prepare the way," the herald did exclaim,
the Maker of the world to be received.
Though come unto his own, he met disdain.
Yet those who trusted Him, and in His name,
born not of blood nor will of mortal man,
these were adopted, God's children became.
The Word donned flesh, among us pitched His tent,
’twas filled with grace and truth, by Father sent.
(from John 1)
homoi - Greek, meaning similar, of like kind - one of the important creedal declarations was that Father and Son are the same essence, not just like or similar, part of the fuller development of the doctrine of the trinity from the study of scripture
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Another that had not made it to the Soup...
Initiation led in an immoral way
in this era of Kali
carried in pain all around
in ruse and chicane.
Here plunder is organized freely
it has became a slaughterhouse
poison is flowing everywhere and
all are engaged in ruse.
All are violent in heart and mind
inhumanity takes place in run
in each corner of the world and
all they are playing with gun.
The river has become gloomy with blood
people are dying in violent hands
all are in grief and sorrow and
there is happy no one.
All the countries are engage in war
peoples are in trap of religion
there is nothing but cruelty and
the stigma covered the full moon.
Lust and delusion overwhelmed and
pollution are taking place in each mind
they has no compassion nor they are human
wherever I look, the monster is ruling on.
In form of incarnation of Vishnu
youth, come in force, come on
why are you so poor in soul today
why dwelling like prisoner at home?