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Father Christ went down to earth from the Heavenly Kingdom
Mother Mary bore Him in a humble manger with animals
He had a presentation at the temple
Mother Mary sad at the loss of Father Christ and joyous on finding Him surrounded by teachers in the Temple
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Was Baptized as Christian by His Cousin, John the Baptist
Proclaimed the Kingdom
Was transfigured
Instituted the Eucharist
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Was betrayed by one of His Apostle
Judas Iscariot
Scourged
Crucified
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Was alive after 3 days
Remained on earth for 40 days with Mother Mary and disciples instructing and encouraging them
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Established a Church
With our 1st Pope
St. Peter
Now called Catholic or Roman Catholic
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Ascended to the Heavenly Kingdom
Assumption and Coronation of His Mother and our Mother Mother Mary
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The three months of Lenten Season
Read and thought of writing poetry about Father Christ
To be inspired and create wonderful poems
To be a divine influence for people’s inspiration
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Inspiration comes from the Latin word of inspiratus
To breath into the lungs
Still common with the doctors from 16th century
In English referring to a divine influence on a person
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Organizing things
Thought poems not good
Underestimating self
Low on value
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Father Christ spoke to my heart
Not think of yourself so low
Other people cannot do what you are doing
People are mandating
Ordering
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Mandating Irresponsibly
“You say please when asking for something”
Tried to put please in Reverence Rosary binder
Sacred Heart binder
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Tried to do what You want
So other people can see
Imitate
Produce a respectable mandate
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It is their responsibility
Produce respectable manner
We will try to give our best
Produce respectable manner
Please know that we love You
Father Christ
We will do our best
Produce respectable manner
Date Written: 03092022
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Time: 6:17pm
My generation
lived by its own rules,
refused to cope with reality
and grew up irresponsibly...
abusing their bodies
with harmful substance;
arrogance and pride
were the qualities they displayed!
My generation
looked away...staring into nothing,
no plans,no dreams and no faith
to make them grow in spirit;
drunken, indulgent and insecure
they lost the will to endure...
they wasted precious years
chasing after phanthoms
that led them to obscure roads,
where life was so worthless and cheap!
My generation
put away holiness
and replaced it with foolishness,
and as demons seaped into their weak souls,
they were made powerless by their own rendition;
not empowered by love...they lost themselves!
My generation
could have accomplished great things,
been powerful leaders and inspire others;
their good deeds
could have been excellent examples
of their fruition!
It's easy to see
It's more important to be
pro-life
than pro-choice
if one must prefer to choose
to win or lose
robust healthy life.
Are you pro-life
or pro-choice?
Both.
Pro-choosing resilient EarthTribe life
for everyone.
Do not confuse pro-choice
with pro-death,
Or pro-life
with anti-integrity unhealthy choice.
If pro-LifeChoice
emerges on our Winner's Table,
then the list of what we are democratically for
becomes a health agenda
of resonant life fully lived
with self and other compassion.
And all the diversely negative anti-life non-choices begin,
for me,
with anti-life risks of nuclear holocaust,
anti-climate risks to resilient health,
anti-life automated commodified industrial ballistics
designed to kill
as rapidly
and vapidly
as irresponsibly possible.
This list of patriarchally-driven abortions of healthy choice
against pro-life matriarchal healing humanity
goes on and on most violently
then abusively
then neglectfully
then unconsciously
uncommitted to never aborting LifeChoice
democratic advocacy
respect
dignity
passion
enchantment
wonder
love
sacred integrity.
What a cop out, for one
who always sleeps on their right side
To admit to ignoring the context,
the background and milieu,
which colors your decisions and choices,
and side you lean towards.
There is nothing implicit in bias ingrained,
and the norms and context,
in which you were born, learned and grew up,
that allow you to claim you're
asleep at the wheel, dozing lazily in blissful ignorance.
How can that possibly excuse you
from not learning about the other side,
not discovering how others may see, feel and think,
given their different background and pathway through life.
To claim you're unconscious when you decide, and bleat forth
is a conflict of interest,
with implicit, explicit, disinterest on show,
for all to see.
It's a cop out,
an excuse to be biased
irresponsibly.
Wake Up!
I saw the carefree youth racing,
Racing their cars around the town.
And straight away I saw no one had
Properly clipped their buckles down.
They raced at breakneck speeds,
Irresponsibly, through a bright red light.
Lucky that time, not to hit anyone,
In the still of the cold wet night.
So I wiped a rag of oil over the road,
Around the corner they’d surely drive.
Yep, the carefree fools hit and slid,
Slid to the tree, nobody would survive.
Then I walked to them, the wrangled smash,
With my black cape, scythe and lanky bones.
I helped each up, took each away with me,
Past their cold empty new tomb stones.
“I am Death, I’m the end of your road”
I announced on our short little stroll.
Now, I’m looking forward to meeting you one day,
When I’m harvesting your soul.
I said My son
you have your house
and sometimes food,
You have your phone
and sometimes fuel,
You have your girl
and sometimes friends
are also fools
But an uninspiring vacation
won't work for you
without a sacred green vocation,
a prime goddess avocation
a divine nature revolution
spirit evolution
peaceful resolution
soulful restoration.
What Earth needs now
to hear from you
Is tell Her how
to hear your true.
If you can do that
then She'll share with you
Why you can come home
in life's eco-school
where hearts speak out loud
for laws not so cruel.
Teach us how
to cooperate,
Not compete
to masturbate
old ideas
not so great of late,
White House dreams
flame our heads. Berate
what we need
from where we wait
to plant our seeds
to harvest great
what each one sees
on our knees
saluting trees
with freedom's breeze
to cooperate
and resonate,
not misoperate
too irresponsibly disassociate.
Seeking now what you would find
if your dad's ass weren't far behind
where you would like for us to be
where I listen while you pee
out whatever comes to be
because we plant as our vocation, see
what we harvest as Earth's most fabulous avocation,
Hot Mama green and glorious vacation
Goin' out to green associate
what LeftBrain learned to dissociate
from RightBrain ultra-violate.
I know this sounds like theater
of the absurd,
but I wonder if healthy role play
might be left-brain's work ethic
inviting right-brain's first and last impassioned word.
We might pretend our LeftWing
loves to play
irresponsibly back and forth repositioning
while RightWing
is crazy busy with win/lose economics
and disempowering politics
of arduous fragmentation,
Where God would paradise play
with roles of humane-divine
mutual infatuation,
cooperative ego-deferment
unto obsequious giggles
of "Oh no, you first.
I gracefully and divinely insist."
AntiGod does hard vocational work
to teach pagan pilgrim players
and idle, irresponsible nature worshipers
to get back to harvesting souls
to be drained of daylight hours
manufacturing need and greed
to build our deadly war machines
and our ever higher and mightier towers
of anthro-hubris Babel.
Babel sounds like a healthier place to play
with natural sounds
and spiritual languages
for hide and seek with God
as scriptured, sure,
but also unscripted role play
between too autonomous to be realistic Egos
and too interdependent to be ungooey-theistic EcoLogicians.
I hear lose/lose ecopolitics
of hard work polarization
sounds dramatically absurd
while I continue to listen more imaginatively
to ego-eco
inside-outside
co-passioning play
Muse of RightWing stern capitalistic vocations
underplaying Win/Win co-arising
LeftWing wealthy health re-creations.
Ruth wasn't more than seventeen,
the cutest girl I had ever seen;
a drunk driver collided head-on
with a Buick Regal at an excessive speed.
That intoxicated man had smoked weed...
he once was a clean, responsible son.
Yesterday her mom was so proud of a boy so mannered and tame,
today she's gotten a share of the horrendous shame;
he's not aware of the horrifying crash, he continues to laugh;
while in the passenger's seat of the other car Ruth bleeds to death.
The nearest hospital' ambulance comes within five minute's time,
the car radio is still playing that song with perfect rhyme;
Ruth's face is covered with blood and pieces of glass,
and her mom tries to wipe them off with a towel as white as her dress.
She hopes that those paramedics would save her,
but she has no pulse,...how heart-wrenching is Ruth's mother despair!
Why did he drink irresponsibly, get behind the wheel and enter the opposite lane?
Didn't he know that a car is a weapon that often takes the life of an innocent person?
" So sorry for my son's negligence and impairment, I will share your deep pain."
Will's mom apologizes in an attempt to comfort her while sunlight brings on the dawn.