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You had me oblivious to your antics,
as you hushed me tenderly by the creek
into your hide and seekable
soul-surrendering secret relief.
There, you cottled me into softness
with a simple chin caress,
which continued to smooth
the entire twisting course
of my delicate remorse.
My garments shifted
from their skin,
slipped into the witnessing wind.
You convinced me to sin
so remarkably, so recklessly,
for one worshipped glide
of feigned intimacy.
I bemoan my mixed senses
behind the curtain of uncertainty.
Oh, Romeo, if only I'd known you.
If only I knew that
your prestigious people-pleasing smile
was practice for the play.
That those granny pleasing manners
and Band-Aid banter
would soothe my soul to sleep.
That those jovial jokes
and caramel coated coaxing
would lead me quietly to the creek
where your meaty man hands would span
each inch of my innocence and beyond.
That your chivalrous, chiseled chest
and incandescent camper's scent
would be compressed
against my gentleness.
By this indulgence
I had relinquished your respect
and you had tossed my trust.
So dissolved the blending of lust,
and with it the end of us.
Your camouflaged fibs
of forever love
would continue deep
through the space in my ribs,
into the closing scene.
Romeo, so applause-worthy were you
on your secret stage that
Shakespeare could have cast you
just as you had cast me.
Sing a song, the song of grace,
That saved me from that wretched place,
Where tears and agony know no end,
Where crackling flames consume the condemned.
It's through the blood that life is shown;
It's through the blood that I am known—
Not for sin or past mistakes,
But as one of the saints.
For a great price was paid;
How can my soul not be saved?
For by grace I was sought,
And by grace I was bought.
I did not call upon His name,
Nor even thought to seek His face.;
Yet still He called my soul, though lame:
"Fear not, for you were bought by My grace."
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The fresh air surrounds me entering all my senses
Delicate grass touches my ankles soft yet sturdy
Memories flood my total being__the grief...despair
When they laid my mother to rest, no understanding
Only fifteen months old how could I understand death
Everytime I come here emotions flood my soul
Should be a lovely place of solitude to enjoy
I will try to make it so today for there's beauty
Who placed the fence here to separate me from mother
Weep my soul for her....separated from her now..here
I'll leave these flowers sit awhile remembering
The emotions that connect to her even in death
From this grave she reaches out to me in spirit still
I am glad they chose this mountain site with the view
How could they have known that it would restore my soul now
Someday soon I will see you again in person...my mother
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Nice phrase, "Worldly pleasures all forsaken."
mere words from an humble writer of songs?
The Singermans sang, "I surrender all..."
to their Savior - humble Righter of wrongs.
Drawn to darkest Benin where their heart longs
to make Him known as the Light of the World,
this couple serves bravely, beyond measure.
Barb and Jeff passed on the worlds' chosen pearls
choosing to forsake all worldly pleasure
then thieves robbed them of their meager treasure.
Bandits in Benin left them tied in knots,
while back here at home, the mission board blessed
on Barb's birthday with godly prayers and thoughts
petitioning safety, birthday requests.
Meanwhile the Singermans prayed for arrest.
Thieves returned their goods, facing a redress;
police had caught them later on their way.
Jeff shared God with them and his forgiveness.
Churches found what happens when people pray
for an unknown servant on her birthday.
Author's Notes:
This is a true account of the International Mission Board's practice of having churches throughout the US, pray for missionaries on their birthdays. The title is taken from Barbara Singerman's new book, Beyond Surrender. She and her husband are career missionaries to the Ayizo people of Benin, West Africa.
Sure is a strange title for a love poem
But the world would be a much better place
If we humans decided to lay down our arms
And hugged our haters face to face
Why are there haters to begin with
When man first evolved haters did not exist
Love was the only known emotion we knew
Then hate emerged and did persist
Now relevant in today's new world
Time to lay down the destructive tools of war
Make love mankind's only reason to really live
Let the sound of peace forever soar
Let peace be our number one priority
No other option is permitted or even considered
The only way we will survive this troubled age
Is each one of us being committed
...We sat at the bar, and the beer was cold,
much better than any that I had drunk,
compared to this, all of Earth’s beer was junk,
and up here it seemed things weren’t bought or sold,
“Money ain’t nothing up here,”I was told.
“Now I’m betting this all doesn’t seem right,”
said Ras as he settled down in their sight,
“You know all those people who gawked and stared?
They’ve never seen Earth, they’ve never been there.
They’re never had to work, struggle, or fight.
“They’ve never known death, see, they were born here,
descendants of people just like yourself,
who died on Earth, and escaped chains of hell,
and like all righteous in Heaven appeared,
but, you see, that’s where things get kind of weird.
People love on Earth, in Heaven more so,
this is paradise, that’s just how things go.
The result of that, those people outside,
who’ve never felt pain the whole of their lives,
just the thought of it impossible to know.
“And of course those folks have kids of their own,
until they outnumbered their earth-born kin,
just one-in-a-million here have felt sin,
trials and tribulations are unknown,
more innocent generations are sown.
So folks like you, I’m afraid you stand out,
you’ve known things they’ve only wondered about,
ain’t in the bible, but that’s how it works,
most of God’s children have never know hurt,
immortal lives they live, free of all doubt.”
With that he finished, poured me another,
I tried to make sense of all Ras explained,
and the implications did wrack my brain,
to know that here I would be ‘the other,’
that they’d never known hardship or bother.
How did one relate to those born in bliss,
who’d never tasted blood, heard a snake’s hiss?
When tribulation made you what you were,
when you had been molded by brutal Earth,
how did a sheltered soul make sense of this?
And deeper thoughts were churning in my gut,
I looked at Ras who stood smiling,
then said, “How is it God could do this thing?
To give some all, an to let others rot?
What did earth-born do to deserve their lot?
Did we not crave Eden, a better life,
did we not wish to escape all the strife?
Why should we have to feel trouble and pain?
Why did we face it again and again?
When they faced nothing…it just isn’t right!”
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
Soft as a whisper, the moon lights your face,
Silver reflections in love’s warm embrace.
Fingers entwined like the waves and the shore,
I’ve never known love like this before.
Your laughter’s a melody, soft and divine,
A shimmer of stardust, a rare gem to find.
Like diamonds that dance in the candlelight glow,
Like pearls from the ocean, so gentle, so slow.
Every touch, every sigh, a jewel to keep,
A love that runs deeper than oceans and sleep.
Time turns to whispers when you’re close to me,
Golden horizons stretch over the sea.
Every heartbeat is carved into stone,
A treasure that’s ours and ours alone.
Your voice is a promise, a dream laced in gold,
A warmth in the winter, a hand I can hold.
Like diamonds that dance in the candlelight glow,
Like pearls from the ocean, so gentle, so slow.
Every touch, every sigh, a jewel to keep,
A love that runs deeper than oceans and sleep.
No silver or sapphire could ever compare,
To moments with you and the love that we share.
Forever’s a promise, a vow soft and bright,
Diamonds and pearls in the hush of the night.
Like diamonds, like pearls, so rare and so true,
No treasure shines brighter than me loving you.
Just over the next mountain I journey
past the horizon of my history-
going past that which I have known
where knowledge lies in the next sudden sunrise
to follow the next bright illuminating moment
harnessing an untouched, untrampled day
bringing breathlessness in stirring breezes
of new beginnings blowing across
my epiphany of exploration and discovery
Where my vision of unviolated beauty
pure of scope and content lays in
endless fields of unseen flowers and leaves
aligning their colors and symmetry in perfection
so alive and enfolded in their cradle of evolution
my heart bursts with immeasurable pleasure
Where I listen to the unheard symphonic poem
as the oaks and willows model their lasting fellowship
talking underground in fertile untouched soil
speaking the ancient language of the eternal
reuniting in continual rhythm as they
gather each living thing under this sun
as an intricate pattern of peace
And as the day closes its mystical curtain
I am struck by the introspective wisdom
of deep still nights and the glory of a new moon
as the spackling of shooting stars
ignite my untamed desire to venture on
pointing my way to follow my dreams
by the light of their cryptic compass
in my rite of passage to discover
something greater than myself
August 7, 2023
No. 1235 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brain Strand
In the world of dreams
Always moving forward like
the relentless waves pounding
upon an ocean shore
Deep into the realms of sub-conscience
Where matter defines who and what we are
The essence of our existence
Leading us to a pathway
between our present, past and future
Depths as deep as the oceans secrets
Drawing us towards the known and unknown
Savoring, tasting, tantalizing our thoughts
Focusing on reality versus imagination
Leading us to pathways, never discovered
which can dazzle, delight and direct our progression
Can play and tune the imagination
Taking us on exquisite journeys.
Without welds or joints the "Buga Sphere"
remains a mystery. It is believed to either
be a sophisticated alien probe or a human
manufactured hoax It is believed to be emitting
and receiving signals . Interest into the device
is natural, understanding it and decoding
it is essential and necessary.
Based on initial analyses, the Buga sphere
is made of a unique,, titanium-based alloy
containing elements not found
on the periodic table.
If manmade it will be found to have
potential to be useful in human activity.
It weighs nearly 18 pounds.inscriptions
resembling ancient Sanskrit,,it's a metallic sphere
with internal layers and fiber optics. It's a flying object
containing anomalous technology
Sparking intense debate over whether
it is alien technology, advanced engineering.
It just might be a new type of machine that's in
disguise. Disguised as futuristic or alien to
increase people's need to know and understand.
Or simply put an elaborate hoax used to draw
attention to the creativity of a group or company,
hoping for contracts in a over regulated field.
it could also be a spying device by a country
who's advancement is far superior that
the area of where it was found. Or a teaching mechinism
used to create it's own culture might something
new be found in man's ned to understand it!
If it's alien where did it come from?
If it's earthly who built it?
If it's spy tech:who sent it?
While some skeptics and scientists have suggested
it is a highly sophisticated. no individuals have
claimed authorship. The object remains a topic of
intense, unverified speculation rather than a
confirmed human creation.
An art project. It is described as a seamless,
soccer-ball-sized object that displays
strange properties, including extreme
endothermic behavior.
Disguising an entity to appear human is known
as a human guise or human disguise.
This science fiction trope involves aliens
using technology, shapeshifting, or organic
deception to blend into human society.
In contrast, a "rubber-forehead alien" refers
to the low-budget, often subtle prosthetics
used to make humans look alien.