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In shadows deep around the world,
here and there where thoughts converge,
A poem stirs, with words emerge,
To shed light on the dangers found,
When religion's cloak is tightly bound.
Religion, a force both ancient and grand,
Can unite hearts, make spirits expand,
Yet in its depths, a peril hides,
That can fracture love, and reason divide.
Humanity's quest for solace and hope,
Gave birth to faith, with ways to cope,
But zealotry lurks, its venomous fangs,
Injecting discord, where harmony hangs.
Dogma's grip, relentless and tight,
Blinds eyes to truth, distorts the light,
When beliefs become walls, shutting doors,
Exclusion breeds hatred, igniting wars.
Throughout history's tapestry bold,
Religion's bloodstains, their storys told,
Crusades, jihads, battles untamed,
Innocence lost, lives forever maimed.
Divisions deepen, as doctrines entwine,
Judgments and bias, no room to align,
Oppression thrives, on fervor's flame,
Suppressing freedoms, tarnishing each name.
The dangers lie not in faith alone,
But when control seeks an iron throne,
For those in power, the righteous few,
Manipulating truths, distorting views.
Science's wonders, held at bay,
Reason and progress, they seek to sway,
When dogma prevails, stifling the quest,
Innovation falters, and growth is suppressed.
But let not these words condemn the whole,
For within faith's sphere, great hearts console,
Compassion and love, its bedrock true,
When used as tools, can heal renew.
Let us embrace the wisdom we find,
In the essence of faith, to bind,
Not to divide or claim supremacy,
But to uplift, and set our spirits free.
The dangers that religion presents to all,
Lie in the hands of those who install,
Their narrow visions as eternal truth,
Neglecting the essence, and its golden youth.
So let us tread with care and insight,
Embrace the sacred, with minds alight,
Seek unity within diversity's grace,
Embrace the beauty of every faith.
For in the end, it's not faith alone,
That causes the dangers we've ever known,
But the frailty of hearts that sway,
From love's true path, thus led astray.
I’m out to reel in the limelight
as I rhyme tight with sublime might,
filling each line each time without decline
as I climb to a blinding height,
a magical skill of a mastermind shining bright
with dynamite scaling up til miniscule and out of sight,
this is a mystical tale of frightless fight to feisty flight.
Before this I lived in the shadows,
born to be worn hopeless like a saddo,
wearing a beard in bed buried in a burrow,
each today, each yesterday and each tomorrow.
I was stuck in a bubble
contaminated by sorrow,
self destructive in trouble
encapsulated and narrow,
under impact I stumbled
collapsed and fell low,
fractured and crumbled
to be an isolated fellow.
I was falling at speeds that feed friction,
ingredients fire needs in ignition,
sparked into a fireball in free fall,
and out darted a need for survival,
these incidents the mind's designed for,
in a spiral my instincts went primal.
I went from deprived of a drive that life should provide,
to the arrival of survive with no thought to thrive.
Admittedly a little bit of me
could see I had an ability
that was missing ambition to mission
so it lived submissively
in submission.
I started to mine my mind and be mindful,
dug up strength deemed unfindable.
As I exposed my core a force sped forth,
a desire to war poured forward to dwarf
what rivals and install a sure feel of reward,
after I stop this soaring fall to the floor.
Apply my whole mind to try
and stop this nose dive
of a fireball in the sky,
if I couldn’t fly I’d glide
until control was verified
and my wings opened wide.
Dashing out the ashes the Phoenix Rise,
detached from what crashes into land from the skies,
I’m out of this world, The Phoenix Lights,
a marvellous presence with presents for eyes.
I’m Nick Trim they called me a thicky,
I seemed dim they took the mickey,
they made me look silly, it wasn’t tricky,
but I learnt tricks at risk conflict me.
Now I’m the trickster that’s off the Rictar,
flicking the switch to be the victor.
I'm Nicholas Trim and I'm stupendous,
the way I rhyme is just Trimendous.
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Revival from the Lord comes from His Word, perfectly right
Always exalting the Saviour Jesus Christ, the way, the truth and light
To grant redemption to sinners by His compassion’s might
With the promise of eternal life and divine inheritance wherein to delight.
Revival radiates through His Scriptures of great assurance
Always declaring the sacrifice of Christ that vanquished hell’s endurance
To rescue those struggling from transgression-ignorance
With the acquittal from sin’s penalty and self-righteous arrogance.
Revival shines by His precepts along His revelation
Always asserting the resurrection of Christ that subdued damnation
To install genuine believers in their eternal royal position
With the subjugation of death’s sting and its fatal destruction.
Revival upon His Book of hope brings sure victory
Always manifesting His holiness that exudes His glory
To uphold His servants who are steadfast in sharing the Gospel story
With His justice amidst moral standards throughout history.
Revival ignited by His truth sustains joyfulness
Always showing the work of the Father that magnifies His loving kindness
To mold His children striving toward maturity’s completeness
With the guidance of His wisdom and prudence for growth’s fullness.
Revival in the power of His statutes overcomes doubt and uncertainty
Always exposing the might of the Holy Spirit that seals His authority
To keep His called-out ones to stay in His will’s protective security
With the answers to fervent prayers and earnest supplications’ entreaty.
Revival* preached through His testimony brightens triumphant moment
Always reminding the arrival of the Master toward prophecy’s fulfillment
To ensure Christians of their rewards for their good accomplishment
With the commendation for their approved faithfulness and commitment.
*Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
October 17, 2021
Picture images
World in mad swirl
We all fall down
Present in the past
Looking back gaze
Past in the present
Distorted portraits
Twirling in the blur
Misty moments unearthed
Harsh sensibilities
Emergent violence
Conflicts seed war
Crazy madness
Forfeits true freedom
Attack thoughts breed
Hostile takeovers
Beyond simple mergers
Occupied territories
Fatal attraction
Ugly manifestations
Upheavals instigate
In freedom's name
Slavery in new mint
Revolutionary road
Why kill that sweet song
Of a mockingbird?
Install a dumb parrot
Disaster laid plain
Not just in vain
To murder complaint
Harsh reality
Jaded imagery
Hangman's noose
Don't pity the dead
They are fortunate
See this living hell
Dear beauty and truth
All seems lost
Where violent times amass
World peace transits
More like world in pieces
Sadness part IX
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2014
Singapore
(Notes: **part IX = the number 9 (IX)
stands for completion or a conclusion of
a situation or cycle. After that, things
start again in a new cycle. Only when
things fall apart can a new wholeness
emerge.)
Hi. I’m feeling scattered.
I’m completely overrun upstairs. where thoughts should be processed individually, at a normal speed. Nope, not for me.
Currently they’re racing. It seems like they’ve created tracks that are now zipping in and around me
I can’t seem to escape, they're at every bend Surely, if I try to slow down, I will get pummeled by the thoughts that are speeding back around. I should install stop signs again.
I thought that PHD said that this is one thing I can control.
If anything, my thoughts are my own. This was it. Though in this moment that feels like a load of incorrect gibberish, doesn’t it? Right. I should make a right. If only I could transfer off this derailing train. Find respite from these Nascar like thoughts who avoid pit stops, relentlessly. I believed I was alright. I thought maybe this time magic happened, and I didn’t have to go against my own head traffic. I was hoping I was cured of this invisible monster and this unpaid debt I still can't catch a thought to bargain with. Several months back, I hired a thought traffic controller to navigate those rush hour thoughts that ignore installed processing stops. Seems like a forever halt is an absolute not.
I’m tired, but like I said, they rarely slow down to stop.
Not even for me.
Also, why do some people like me and some not? Why is it hard for me to accept that I am just a human being made imperfect designed with mechanics that have millions of kinks. To think one day, you and I will cease to exist. I digress.
Do you see how easy it is for my brain to run off topic?
Just zipping by. Ready to piggyback on the next thought passing, “sigh”
It’s quite busy up here in this head traffic.
Sometimes I feel overwhelmed and just want to cause a pile up to see what happens.
That was a bit reactive but really, like it or not, one day unexpectedly they will all just stop.
Oh Great, another thought.
Good day, I’m a little scattered today. I think I mentioned that.
Oh, and to answer your question, I'm doing ok
She cried and screamed what's wrong with me
I believe I'd sell my soul
To find out why this anger haunts me
Why do I lose control?
I always hurt the ones I care for
It's a battle every day
Do I hate myself so much
That I'm pushing them away?
Her self esteem was taken away
When she was just a child
Adopted at the age of four
Hungry, abused, sexually defiled
How can we as human beings
Turn and look the other way?
Animals don't treat their young like that
Will there be a judgement day?
Flashbacks come and stir the fires
Of the pain she can't forget
She lashes out unthinkingly
Then her heart fills with regret
Teach her to love the person she is
Install a sense of pride
Teach her to look within her soul
And see the beauty deep inside
Don't turn away when this anger comes
Don't give up on this child in pain
She'll give you a world of sunshine
If you hold her through the rain.
If you hold on long enough, the child doesn't have an excuse to quit on
herself. Too many, parents, foster parents, adopted parents give up too soon and
the child becomes systemized.
(Rhyming Haiku)
Whenever I view
I jot each line heart pursue
Yet plead muse too blue
Whenever I saw
I am fine if it is raw
Yet mix lines muse draw
Whenever I get
I love timing an art duet
Yet both rarely vet
Whenever I fix
I do such of rules that mix
Yet both brings conflicts
Whenever I bow
I bid grace of sins avow
Yet life disallow
Whenever I can
I bask being an earthly fan
Yet wish flesh be ban
Whenever I see
I wish flesh be drown in sea
Yet swims undersea
Whenever I call
I feed service like a thrall
Yet quests don't install
Whenever I cry
I see reason not to try
Yet I dream to fly
Whenever I sing
I hope my voice wins Eon's King
Yet my lyrics sting
Whenever I pray
I decree of divine sleigh
Yet its race delay
Nowadays I view
The change in lines heart pursue
How money comes new
Nowadays I saw
The change in thoughts I couth raw
How progress won't flaw
Nowadays I get
The change that balance dream's duet
How time flies cum debt
Nowadays I fix
The changed rose and violet mix
How future predicts!
Nowadays I bow
The changed call nature avow
How circumstance plough!
Nowadays I can
Change the night, Arsenal fan
How Arteta span!
Nowadays I see
The change in season and sea
How good is referee!
Nowadays I call
The change a long waiting thrall
How freedom treats all!
Nowadays I cry
The change that waited my try
How staying paints bye!
Nowadays I sing
The change running London's King
How lovely is spring!
Nowadays I pray
The changed wheels of gunners sleigh
How to bring hooray!
I've received numerous honors and certificates o'er the years,
And for just doing my job received nice accolades from my peers!
Many are displayed on the family room "bragging wall",
But our Wedding Certificate is the one I cherish most of all!
There hangs a Certificate of Merit for something or other.
There's A Cold War Recognition Certificate, reads another.
There are Honorable Discharge Certificates for answering the call,
But our Wedding Certificate is the one I cherish most of all!
Nicely framed is a Chaplaincy Certificate awarded to a select few.
Near that is displayed a hard-won College Certificate too.
There are Promotion Certificates my commanders did install,
But our Wedding Certificate is the one I cherish most of all!
One I prize is a Certificate from the State Supreme Court.
Also, an Air Force Appreciation Certificate for my wife's support.
My Air Force Retirement Certificate is proudly posted on the wall,
But our Wedding Certificate is the one I cherish most of all!
Hanging side-by-side are two prized military certifications,
For the Meritorious Service and Commendation Medal decorations.
Tho' these fancy accolades and honors do somewhat enthrall,
Our Wedding Certificate is the one I cherish most of all!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Greater Consciousness - For Contest
A bird at its will, soaring high in the sky
Symbolic of liberty for the worldly we
But actual spirituality throws different light
It crosses all frontiers of worldly delight!
The aroma, the taste, the bliss of spiritual value
Migrate beyond streaks that our senses can pursue
Path to attain such soul awakening....
Is tough, requires true faith preserving
The sublime feel of unison with universe
Subsumed in Supreme soul, all souls and cosmos!
Pleasure or pain nothing shakes our soul
Birth or death nothing deters our goal!
Ineffable experience and experiment
Rule to reach is the detached attachment!
Dark tunnels of ignorance flood with enlightenment!
Aura expands with golden glow,all sides radiant
The spiritual peak of prism of self-actualisation,
Reached with the oriflame of meditation
Once awakened,soul feels a dip in River Styx
Rejuvenates from dark ashes like the Phoenix!
The delicate nuances of real happiness realised
Contentment perpetual, soul revitalised
Conscious stupor amidst all the trifles
State of zero- ego, no worldly goals
Deeper as we move ,there's still to reach
Beyond the horizon waves of bliss preach!
Our body is chariot and soul is the horse
Mind is the charioteer holding all reins!
Controlling the mind is hence the first rung
Once this feat achieved, spiritual song will be sung
We reach salvation, the sacrosanct position!
No reverses for its our ultimate destination
Many set sail seeking mystic bliss,only a few accomplish it
Some pretend, some enlighten, some quit
Those who fake are sure to fail and fall
Those who realise, will be above all
Those who quit will still have chance to re-install
Let the blissful spiritual journey begin
Let Yang be augmented, demolishing the Yin!
An eternal journey of soul to tranquility
A perpetual rendezvous with divinity!!!
Glossary:
Yang- positive energy (Chinese philosophy ,feng shui)
Yin- negative energy (Chinese philosophy ,feng shui)
River Styx- River in Greek mythology which was held by deities and brought invulnerability
For contest: New frontiers or Greater consciousness
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose
Date of writing: 12th August 2015
Call it what you will
But I know exactly where I have been
You have stripped away my zeal and well me up with Nippon steel
The knife is at his throat and travelers are loading in a big boat
Where they are going, I don’t know
But they are getting ready for the burning man’s show
The shackles have been taken away
And we are celebrating a brand-new day
But you have come to steal their joy away
From whence did this act come.
It was there from the pilgrimage began
When diversity is on the run
You have cleared off all the kitchen shelves
And left them standing on the edge
But as swift as the birds can fly
The heavens have listened to their passionate cry.
We are not to be blamed for your age-old dirty games
You must re-install the diversity equity inclusion program
Or the heavens will nail you by the thump, before the year is done.
Black history is global history, and you cannot deny it
The world has witnessed it!