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Hey Jesus Thank you for creating us all
Chuck Norris died yesterday it reminded me of Ozzy Ozborne
I miss King Cobra JFS I miss all who have passed
But I know Jesus has taken them all to be with him
I know Jesus is Love itself inside us all is Love itself
Jesus is with us always and he will return to us when the Father says
Yeshua my Jesus is my best friend from forever
I know everyone feels God is distant and cruel but Not the Truth
God is not distant from us but God is With us deeply personally
He loves us all. Chuck Norris thank you
Ozzy Ozborne thank you
King Cobra JFS thank you
I will see you guys with Jesus this I know
All the dead may they be forever blessed
All alive now may we also too be forever Blessed
All who yet will live may they too be forever blessed by Agape Love aka Yeshua
Joshua I will never forget your Love
Hey Jesus Bless us all with your Undying Love forever eternally never cease to Bless us Lord
I Praise You Lord Jesus forever and Forever I praise You Yeshua Joshua I love You and all you have made it is all good cause You My God Only Make Good
5.
is it true love
or i do take it granted
that i’m in love
or i do love to think
that i’m loving
and there is
neither any welcome address
nor any opening song
in my love
my experience with heat of fire
and with burning pain
in the flames of water
is nothing less
6.
in course of burning
i look around
the chilly-plant in the tob
planted in my won-hand
producing green-chillies
oh-ho how sweet they are
it is no chilled-body
that has earned
my life or death
no remarkable mark
is endorsed
on the lotus-leaf
now easily some words
can be written
on you
i don’t know whether
those would be at all
some lines of a poem
7
someone falls in loves
someone makes love
love comes to some another
there is the far-off
whispering
at first she constructs me
then destroys rightly
i notice her
for the first time in six weeks
the love
that writes
in the footnote of the tennis-ball
a desperate struggle for existence
within our skull
there is the love
or the midnight of the orion
the little squirrel asked now
are you in your seventies
or eighties
those houses with the coating of
the sky the air the light-and-shade
provide me with the presentation of
a wig and
a set of artificial teeth
8.
the love
that touches the hand
in drizzling
the love
that gets lost in the brandishing
grasses
would they want to inform
that the flowers don’t have any skyscraper
in the layers of the flesh and blood
of the detergents
as if a whole human civilisation has been suffering
from suppressed pain
within it with the dry spell of
anger and cough
the time
had there been no feeding from the love
does the human civilisation stagger
9.
do you think those words
or it’s myself
whatever may you say now
i’ll travel within a great death
to die
rather after my demise i may tell
i’ve informed everyone …look
beneath the large evergreen flower tree
the game of light and shadow continues
beside those simple households
besides a high-head mobile-tower
what else would you like to be
is it a bath in the ganga-river is it a leaf
of the water-lily or it’s a king-cobra
tell me
i would now make love
with that idea from you
So soulful
Are your ebony eyes, my sweet.
Oh, how they penetrate so deep...
Into my own, illuminating
My heart with gleams of passionate love.
So soulful;
Your eyes are windows
To the whys of you. They reveal
Secrets long untold. You light up the world
When you make them smile!
So soulful
Are those glittering bright stars,
And they shine like a midday sun.
Please, don't break my heart in two
Flooding them with tears.
So soulful
Are your ebony eyes, my dearest.
They effortlessly entrap me in wonder.
Go on, cast your wondrous spell
On me, and leave me as seduced...
As King Cobra
To a snake charmer
I couldn't resist being hypnotized
By your come-hither gaze
If I tried.
''S'' Contest, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme chosen: Soulful
Date written: 11/01/2021
(A Tribute in Dream and Shadow)
I was not there when death closed your eyes,
But I saw you on the great screen of the world.
In dreamland, twice you walked toward me—
your steps were not of flesh,
but of spirit dressed in fire.
The first time I beheld Enter the Dragon,
I knew you were not merely a man—
your body held the intelligence of a cat,
your soul the wisdom of the king cobra.
You did not fight with fists—
you fought with silence, with spirit, with eternity.
Small like a mustard seed,
yet within you raged an entire forest.
Through deep discipline,
you studied the temple of the body,
and from that temple you reshaped the world.
You broke chains of cinema and race,
tore down the walls of stereotype,
and raised the banner of martial truth—
not for Asia alone, but for mankind entire.
In the dreamland you teach me still:
Do not bow to rankings,
Do not chase the vanity of belts,
Select what is useful, discard what is not—
for wisdom is found in the gathering of waters,
not in the stillness of a single pond.
“Be like water,” you whisper through the night,
And I, your student, bow my head and say Osu.
For you have shown us—
That adaptability is survival,
That self-mastery is freedom,
That discipline is the road to citizenship of the world.
O Sensei Bruce,
The camera could not contain you,
Death could not silence you,
Time could not erase you.
You are not gone.
You are the eternal echo
in every strike,
every film,
every dream where you rise again.
And the world stood still
When the liar took centre-stage
Cameras flashing
Tapes rolling
Recorders battling to take down his voice…
They all know
That lies unending endlessly flow
From his bottomless tank
Rolling off his tongue
As a bard chants royal praises…
They all took it in
Clapping for their hero
Waving his hands in the air
Smiling sheepishly
In the knowledge that the truth
Shall never surface…
But he knows not
That the truth is right behind
His back
Like a hump
Sitting beautifully on a hunchback
It is right with him…
Albeit the truth is despised
The many crowd hailing the sweet liar
Bail him not
Never will they
When the bell tolls
When the alarm rings
And the truth tackles the man
On whose lips falsehood thrives…
The crowd then shall sing
And dance in glee
As the white-robed liar
Becomes the brown-ragged beggar
In the hands of truthful revolution…
Await the day
For it is currently lying-in-state
Readying its fangs
Like a tormented king cobra
Waiting to strike
At the time so beautifully right…
ZIGZAG ZEBRA
On an auspicious day
under dazzling sunrays
as Sun took transit to constellation Libra,
from zoo, zealous zigzag Zebra
started to gallop
to reach the book shop
to buy Text Algebra.
Appeared a scary snake
and offered milkshake.
Shop owner was King Cobra.
02/01/18
Darkness corrupted my soul
But light only burned my flesh
A steady stairway to heaven
Transmogrified into the highway to hell
I'm not even sure I'm okay
I'm still north of Hell
But deep south from Heaven
My words squirm like mice
Confronting a King Cobra
Starting to dance like a jester
Maybe I always was a clown
For believing in life, liberty,
And the pursuit of happiness
Like, I still strive to be whimsical
Caked in the batter of despair
Just put me in the oven
But there's humor in the sadness
There's laughter in the tears
There's anger in the joy
And rage in the peace
Shatter the mirror to pieces
Reflecting my face on each shard
It's impossible to find the real me
But perhaps they're all real
And I'm faking their fictionality
So in the end I'm still just a phony
Selling the words I say
Instead of the words I mean
But sometimes the heart feels
That which words cannot articulate
So I might drown in the darkness
But I'll only fry in the light
So I'll take a mallet and bash the walls
Just to watch them all fall
And I'll forge my own path
Somewhere between light and dark
That is where the meaning of man
Will surely be found