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True note: I was married and pregnant, supposed to go to Alaska with my husband. The Senior Chief looks at me and actually says: Did you ever think of having an abortion?
Another loved one was in danger of a similar happening.
Thus I take the subject very seriously, as a mother bear protects her young from villains.
How diabolical to think human life is but a plastic doll.
— YOU CANNOT HIDE by Panagiota Romios
How diabolical to think human life is but a plastic doll.*
It’s a magic trick, the saw across the horse.
Arms hanging out of holes, the head too —
they’re spent. Hashtag to all the humans we hate.
Shall we toss the pieces into the garbage salad
or wrap them up to go — oh how awe-fully
the chef describes the seasonings of life.
Oh the madness! The insanity! The genius
hides behind the curtain — it’s curtains,
over pried open knees meant for love and delivery.
Instead…
a cutout of a paper doll, a shadow of evil
as the puppeteers break out in applause
and the screams are hidden unto judgment day.
4/14/2020
Permission given by Panagiota to use her poetry line.
I shoulda seen it comin’ my way -
The Judgment Day
Bears the brunt of judging as gold
Rakes piles of entries, old and new
Insists - "completely up to you"
As long as you do as you're told
Note, read the blog to make it through
Submissions, like lava, pour in
Tempting many soupers to win
Review as you give it a shot
Ace of Judges snubs dull and bland
No to acrostic, rhymed or not
Dare I disobey Brian Strand
Strand’s contests I deem Brian’s Blast -
Meaning high praise and no shade cast!
January 4, 2023
"God give you the strength to finish this your way"?
I don't think you are first on his list, a special chair on judgment day?
better meditate, get it straight, rinse and repeat, people are people
so maybe when you're not "winning" people say, not sarcastically
that's okay, he's allright,
he's a good man with a magnetic personalitay livin right
or you can be an evil serving self proclaimed savior of gangland racket
too kool this mouth of the north and the south, with the devils ball sack in it
unpalatable to me if true colors were flavors,
id have to spew it from my mouth, like a bad flavr flav of JayZ or PeeDiddy or the other tools lyricals.
Think the world needs something refreshing,
no color on the brain, but still Golden, a golden giving heart molded upon brotherhoods fleece meshing. Not seeing scapegoats and color and retaliation.
You want to be a superstar, just dive right on in,
get on the ball, get in the game
But me more DeMarcus"ware" of your surroundings, Lest your words can block a fortress, a Minecraft of bombs. Are you on the front lines or sounbyte drive-by ing in your Catablack Escapade and control your own
climate, which is frigid to some.
Verily brothers I say to you, one might say
that all colors bleed into one,
colorless, souls, before God, judgment on, day
one
Almost a century ago
Innocent blood was spilt
Almost a century ago
But there remains the guilt
The world must acknowledge
The Armenian genocide
The blood won’t wash away
There is no place to hide
One million and a half
Of Armenians met death
Their hopes and dreams extinguished
Gone out with their last breath
The women brutally raped
And their husbands shot or hung
How many of their songs
To this day remain unsung
The children weak and fragile
Dying for want of some bread
Left in the desert to die
Buzzards flying overhead
The sick and the elderly
Were discarded on the way
No one to weep and mourn
When their bodies saw light of day
The mothers dying slow deaths
Seeing children turn to bone
Wanting to feed them their flesh
Knowing they’ll not see them grown
The young girls flying off cliffs
Rather than suffer disgrace
Others hiding their beauty
By disfiguring their face
The soldiers with stone hearts
Deaf to the moaning sounds
Of the dead and the dying
Strewn on the desert ground
Faceless nameless people
Identity stripped away
Not honored with a number
In this gruesome tragic play
Their blood is crying out
Like faithful Abel of old
Still demanding justice
Their story must be told
The genocide of my people
Was not hidden from God’s eyes
The world may now deny it
May feed naive people lies
But every single blood drop
Will be accounted for one day
The murderers will face judgment
To escape- there’ll be no way
The Judgment day is coming
My people will see the light
They will be vindicated
They will march out of death’s night.
They will be reunited
With loved ones that they have lost
For their souls we now seek justice
We will achieve it at all cost.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
There are things I've done in my life
I don't believe can be washed away
No matter how much I repent
I will burn come my Judgment Day
I'm at the point of giving up on God
I feel he has given up on me
I used to pray to him every day
All unanswered as far as I can see
I know all that is in the Bible
And what each book has to say
Psalms 23 says Lord is my shepherd
Well I'm the lamb that went astray
I never felt at home in his flock
I guess my wool was too black
I left the path of righteousness
With no plans of ever going back
Maybe you can pray for me
My prayers got nothing in return
St Peter at those Pearly Gates
Can send me to Hell to burn
In these last days
Knowledge grows by leaps and bounds;
Science and technology are amazing,
The invention of robots and gadgets abounds.
In these last days
Man is occupied by earthly endeavors;
The world's end will come like a thief,
Signs say judgment day is at the doors.
In these last days
Love for God is getting cold;
Not a few live in sinful pleasures
Instead of searching for the fold.
In these last days
Man's life is in great peril;
Danger awaits him everywhere,
No place for one to live safe and well.
But there's a ray of hope for mankind,
Giving them the chance to know God's ways;
The angel from the ends of the earth
Is heaven-sent in these last days.
To my most Beloved, Lenore: This is Not really Good-Bye.
You are my Heart, Forever More: The salty TEARS, I Cry.
I’ll put you in a Golden Shrine, Deep inside my Heart.
Keeping the Vow I made to You: We shall Never part.
LENORE; your poetry is still with Me, Deep within my Mind.
I found another Poetess, like you Her eyes are Green.
After reading all Her poems; Long lost Feelings I did find.
I envision what SHE looks like, though I have Never Seen.
I read HER works and my Heart starts beating, BEATING FAST.
HER words of LOVE and LIFE;I heard, are words from a Distant PAST.
LENORE: YOU know I’ll love YOU until my Dying Day.
But now I found Another: I will slowly move Away.
I’m moving into Happiness; It’s there I want to Stay.
Until Our souls entwine Again, Upon the Judgment DAY.
Inspired by and Dedicated To Carrie Richards
Across the shadowed lands the old one stood With a look of stone and staff of wood.
Evil stared along the shore where the powers of goodness worked no more.
The cities stood still as people cried for the ones in power had once again lied.
In tales of magic where once shone light
Now stood darkness hatred and night.
Mothers cry and fathers weep we face our end !
We face defeat” !
As demons laugh and the people fall
god save us now, god save us all !,
“For we knew not what we had done until to late
When we had lost the sun on that date”.
“Forgive us our wrongs”
the old one said,
We should follow the path and join the dead.
As he raised his hands and started to pray,
The demon king screamed
“Its judgement day !“
(I can't vouch for anything about the afterlife, but I like to think this is true)
How does the soul enter heaven?
I think first of all one must ask
if the soul goes directly to heaven.
Going elsewhere may first be their task.
For theology learned in my childhood,
I think souls go first to a place
where they wait for the day of great judgment,
and old loved ones are there to embrace.
Yes, waiting in a new dimension,
I think are our dearly departed,
and in this place I believe
are souls basically good-hearted.
Souls truly evil go elsewhere -
to some type of prison where they
will wait, suffering for their sins
until the great judgment day.
I think that, in fact, all will suffer
some guilt for the pain they caused others,
but those, by God’s grace, who repented,
go straight with good sisters and brothers.
The most righteous souls to the Father
will later assuredly go
while only the very most wicked
will go with the devils below.
I do not believe in a fire
where souls go to endlessly burn.
It’s where we deserve to be that we’ll go.
Until judgment day, all wait their turn.
Feb. 3, 2023
For the 'How Does The Soul Enter Heaven? ' Poetry Contest
Death in the sky
Crash and burn like falling fireflies;
From the skies come a sign to die, a lightning strike.
It scares the children up here in the plane, oh no!
But we know it can’t hurt us. Or can it? I don’t know.
It crashes against us and lights up our night;
It causes panic, it causes fright.
It causes the plane to shake, just turbulence they say;
But we don’t believe their stay calm warning, this is our judgment day.
The end of our world, we are falling through the sky;
I don’t want to die please, I want to learn to fly.
I want to live forever, it can’t be my time already;
I haven’t learned how to live life yet, I’m still not ready.
Ascend into Heaven, screaming in the wind;
It is your time to go stand with your King.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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