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Evening walk on Barn Hill
Loved this road, up to Fryent Country Park
So quiet, very friendly, silence is the air here
It gives an open way into an ancient life up
This road is a way to a new world, another life
From the presence of the past, we live there far
This land, this world is an atmosphere; no time
There is no time here. Nil. Expanded timelessness
I want to stay here, stay in the ancient life
This park is past and future, the present is the way
There is only one way to get there; now, the present
Always old times calling only for initiatives; come
Heart of the Nature is open, the hill is home to dance
Life is a motionless, ever-moving dance here; Life
I envy the past. Lucky souls. They here lived
Noble fates, clear desires, lambs, snow-white flock
This time now is December, but the summer of autumn is a remember
On the road was colorful spring and summer, unforgettable emotion
Four months ago, just walking now, sad Winter without snow
Where is the Spring?
Summer?
Autumn?
Always here.
That’s why
I am coming here
Always
Nature
Ancient
Life
God
April 3 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 28-31
Key Verse – 1Samuel 28:17 And the LORD hath done to him, as he spake by me…
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO DOES TO US
WHAT HE SPEAKS BY HIS WORD
Praise be to God for doing to us what He speaks by His Word with:
Answer of affirmation, smiting deception
Asserting approval, satisfying our delight
Authentic anointing, sanctifying us against sin-distress
Authoritative assurance, securing our dependence to His deliverance
Attesting appearance, shielding us against disobedience
1Samuel 29:6 Praise be to the Lord Who enables us
to be upright by His power toward:
Character improvement
Compassion impact
Caring influence
Charitable initiatives
Consecration-instilling
1Samuel 30:6 Praise be to the Saviour for
allowing us to encourage ourselves in His:
Great protection
Generous provision
Gracious preservation
Good pursuits
Grand presence
1Samuel 31:2 Praise be to the Almighty Who instructs us
to follow after Him and:
Fall at His feet for His favour
Fight against failures and folly
Flee from frustration-fueled fatigue
Feast around His faultless freedom-fervour
Find fulfillment in His friendship’s fellowship. Amen!
April 3, 2024
POLLY WANT A CRACKER??
…and so they play
political musical chairs
uncostumed clowns
scampering about
like children,
pushing and shoving
accusing all
of acting like them.
Passing electronic notes
for all to see
while accusing others
of “leaking” information.
Feigning indignation
at the behavior
of their adversaries,
grandstanding before
a shepherdless congress,
Milling about the political
dog park sniffing and barking
leaving a mess for others
to clean up after them.
Pointing fingers and questioning
all but themselves,
entrenched in the idiocy
of egotism’s swamp.
Removed from the realm
of reality’s wretchedness
they sashay about throwing
other peoples coins
into the wishing wells
of beggar’s dreams.
They dine within hearing
of the rumbling bellies
of the hungry, the shuffling
footsteps of the homeless,
the emptiness of the addicts
desperation, discussing “programs”
and “initiatives”, form “committees”
to “study” the “problem”.
The nation is on the operating table
and they, the “doctors”
will walk out of the “operating” room
for a six week “recess”.
Most of those they claim
to represent haven’t had “recess”
since the fourth grade.
And “We the people”
put up with it,
are responsible for it
for we have become
a mindless rabble
clawing at each other
fighting over the table scraps
thankful for a band-aid
waiting to catch a glimpse
of the “Royal Court” and its
niggardly“ courtesans.
7/31/2017
submitted to – POLLY IN POLITICS – Poetry Contest
Polycultural and permacultural,
space and time growth of human communication,
information systems,
common understanding,
Commons economics,
and ultimate integrity of all human concern
and evolution's informed coordination,
coincidental endosymbiotic cooperation,
karmic incarnation
of love's redemptive initiatives--
these harvest active peace.
Anger dissipates without an enemy to target
through acts of kindness.
Fear fades coincidentally
as strong-tempered love fulfills its trembling space,
transformed polymorphic place,
Edenic life ionically balancing grace,
finding humor in ego's hateful quaking
monoculturing systemic dissipation.
All Yang,
no Yin,
original sin,
not Original Intent
of polyculturally balanced
Prime Principle of Universal EcoLogic.
Indeed,
P must reverse-valent NP,
as Yang reversely balances Yin,
as Tao's enculturing skin economically responds
to namaste invitations from sunlight's Vitamin D.
Photosynthesis enlightens binomial polycultures
and regenetic strings of mind theory.
Anger and fear burn monopolistically synaptic,
like sunlight on unprotected skin,
when and where,
perma- and poly-
P does not
unfortunately
equal NP.
Baptism is to water and air systems
as photosynthesis is to light and soil rooting systems
as yang is to binomial implicating yin,
thusly thereforeversomuchly,
(and exhaustedly)
P DOES = N(NP)!!!
as Not-No could be Yes
so let's move on with this Green Revolution
of active peace
EarthJustice.
I need a nappy.
It was a dilemma, like choosing betwixt fig and plum,
It's not, like the devil and the deep sea, to overcome;
It's a task of reestablishing my relationship -
A fast friendship that got shattered, of late, like a wrecked ship...!
It was, indeed, like a mountain saddle, so deep and wide,
An undying love, like a gem treasure, in it, does hide;
A small step toward his home, though tough to take, is enough,
Our outer silence could not bridle our inner heart cuff...!
When the crack of our house widens, don't we repair it, yet?
I could not stitch the tear in time, won't; yet, now it will set?
It's ego, like a dog in a stable, playing peril,
My pride in its prime, shines like a polished chrysoberyl...!
Has my friendship been fashioned on a strong rock, I wonder,
That could withstand disturbances of breaking asunder?
If only I could depend upon it like my heartbeat,
I could have, by this time, earnestly fallen on his feet...!
Yet, if only I could find him taking a step, slowly,
My zeal, like milk at boiling point, could have brim-filled wholly;
Now, my initiatives, till the times take their own time,
Like seeds in the womb of the earth, will shift the paradigm...!!!
31 March 2023
Kudos Erin, I salute your gumption, in sifting for the realitys of some intended
Data centres; projected in positive themed
And Proposed assumptions, Millions will be impacted and the environmental hit.! its
Set to make nonsense, of initiatives over 60 Years morhped into laws, with much fanfare and
Moral cheer' grafting into the syncronicity
And awareness of almost everywhere.?From villages through to citys.' Now the
Rug is being pulled, though threadbare
And fraying bad.' With realisation that we've
All been had.? Its simple enough i think you'll find, you can see the change to real sustainability, yet in this you need to find; take
Part and be aware' or as its known you'll
Become the most un-believable square.!!!
Trees are uncommon things in the desert
The common color you see is white brown
Where you account it as dried granule bones
For a long tedious pounding and eroding of time
Once upon a time lush green valley of lively hope
Now hopeless, devoid vast hot, empty valley of mirages
Its agony bring sandstorm and whirlwind to human
Telling as the lesson of negligence to conscience
Now, people suffer mightily the vengeance so deep
Causing global warming, abrupt quick weather pattern
Wise men they said the world damage is irreparable
Is there any chance we can avert or recuperate ill manners
Yes we can, the last thing that Pandora's Box left is hope
As long as there is life, there is hope we can achieve
I see there are many eyes that always sees green
Just to think of it, if this Seven Billion people one day
Will wake up and have this green eyes of loving green
Initiate to plant trees each one each day in all barren land
What do you think the world will be like, is it nice or not
Just to think of an oasis, a lake in the midst of a desert
A new villages that sprung up in barren land, a new society
A new city, a new bursting metropolis in the midst of a new life
A new government that is newly installed, a new culture of hope
Just think of it, if people will love back their first love
Loving the nature is restoring and helping back its pristine beauty
This is one way of loving God, loving our fellowmen as you love yourself.
the initial purport
this literary effort delivered atchew
to reed constitutes hazmat tocks sin
within White House blew
per, viz thee president be
getting a Hollywood love story
with "Stormy Williams" despite brew
haha murmur, now dapper Don in deep doo doo
thus, this garrulous married pro LIX prone papa flew
off (like a bat out of hell)
to his Macbook Pro laptop presenting myself
implicating Trump as po' faux guise Mister McGoo
affiliated, confused, and explained
being on par with Winnie the Pooh
especially stuck right tub bear arms in grr...
Rabbit's House, now he doth stew
nsync, nonetheless this path a logical
rhyme stir on the straight and true
composeing grist sill for ye to view
now, nar hating, hit ting
private links provide attention turned toward
two thousand twenty presidential election campaign
no Iron nee, anno putter opportunity,
how he diplomatically strived, and nearly scored
to boast asthma, overt braggart, stalwart
asper ideal consistency of cement poured
affiliation, aggregation, and attestation moored
prevails ma (Jack booted - magical) lord
rolling back to Timbuktu progressive liberal
Democratic initiatives star Apprentice
sans ("NO LIES") being linkedin, he almost ignored
with voluble chattering class hud hoard
hobnobbing (with the likes of Missus Muir's ghost,
who resort to Matthew Scott's turf brand),
reconstituted, recycled, and repurposed, gourd
nonetheless Trumping protocol necessitates me bing bored
predictable feigned "FAKE" non accord.
Written 2 December 2023
A Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Do`s and Don`ts
Avoid thirteenth of Fridays
for any new ventures
for any new businesses
Skip number 13 in buildings
in hotel rooms
In private hospitals
Be careful when driving
walking or moving
after seeing
a black cat crossing
the street
Sanctify all food
during an eclipse
before consuming them
Don`t sweep one`s home
nor clip one`s nails
after 6 p.m.
nor on Thursdays
Don`t start new projects
undertake new initiatives
or construct new buildings
Don`t start new love affairs
or wedding proposals
during Kharmas months*
These become asphyxiating
choking
irritating
stifling
strangling
throttling
Yet these are observed
to avoid agony
anguish
anxiety
regrets
remorse
repentance
distress
restlessness
sadness
unhappiness
sorrows
worries and woes
in favour of
calmness
cohesion
peacefulness
quietness
quietude
in personal life
family surrounds
or official transactions
with apathy
indifference
insouciance
nonchalance,
mindlessness
imperviousness
These become
a way of surviving
a way of living
a way of life.
The ambiguity of the life of the Christ-child, heralds, modern-day philosophy. Child protection should be absolute and definitive at any time in world history. There were hints or points towards the Christ-child but insufficient to elaborate scriptural validity other than noting his presence elsewhere.
It is a bold undertaking for each individual who have sanctioned their soul to partake in full knowledge by surrounding themselves next or near to the body of Christ, by earshot or eyesight of Christ's presence, or by words of those reliable sources to ascertain validity.
Bold is a choice of virtuous hindsight, for their destined departure from this lifetime, will naught be of natural causes and beyond one's volition. Mayhaps oblivious at the time of their initiatives--or naught.
Scripturally, martyrdom was noted of Christ and only that of James. Judas Iscariot, though took his own life, is considered one of the chosen. It is by other noted writers of the times, through their words of what they knew, or saw, or heard, the fate of the Apostles, of Paul, and even that of Mathias, did naught succumb to a natural death and it was beyond their volition, except that of John, who most believed was the only Apostle to have died a natural death.
Before the Apostles, Christ appeared here and there, wandered in the wilderness, was baptized by John, went before the people--and naught the synagogues, till later. Again, in hindsight say I, Christ was establishing His Heavenly Father's House. First, the miracle worker needed to better each situation as it arose, bearing witness to the eye-opening crowds that were nigh. All of this was vital to the foundation of the Gospels and to the establishment of the chosen.
All of this has come to pass according to His Word. The other writers that followed thereafter, were mostly associated with the Early Church of Rome.