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24 hours to live…I need to hurry and come up with a plan
It’s only right to “worry” because I haven’t been half the man
23 hours to live…An hour gone by, I wanna break down and cry;
Because I know with twenty-three hours to go, and I will die!
22 hours to live…I sat down to make amends with my Mother
While I was there, although he didn’t care, I asked forgiveness from my brother.
I forgave my Mother and she forgave me;
18 hours to live…I called my uncle and aunts to tell them I hate what we have gone through.
16 hours to live…I visited my sister and we reminisced about growing up together
The fights, the fun; the tears and laughter will be cherished forever!
18 hours to live…I visited my Momma’s grave, and told her I’d be seeing her soon.
I then placed a white rose I chose, on her headstone and cried that afternoon
13 hours to live…I called up each one of my baby girls and asked them to come see me
I told them they were my world and asked them to accept my apology
I spent five hours with my daughters ‘because I had so much to say
I told them about life and the birds and the bees; about the importance of an
Education, sacrifice and family.
I kissed and held Jasmine, Brianna and Lillian, then told them they had to go;
I reminded them to always pray, ‘cause there will come a day, when I’ll see
Them again, beyond the rainbow!
8 hours to live…My Peanut Butter came over and we made passionate love like never Before.
I told her she was my best friend and her love I’ll always adore.
We held one another, kissed, touched, laughed as the hours ticked by.
I got out of bed, kissed her forehead and for once I was the one to cry!
She then left the house knowing I needed to be alone
I couldn’t help but notice the time and my racing heart beneath my breastbone!
3 hours to live…Alone in my room, I fell to my knees
I prayed to my God to heal me my spiritual disease
I asked for forgiveness for all the sins I’ve ever done
I even asked God if he would make it his business to accept me as his son
I prayed, I talked to Him well into the final hour
0 hours to live…No more pain. I felt my life force drain
And then awoke in Heaven surrounded by white flowers!!!
Note: Entry for Waylayee Whitlock's "If I had One Last Day To Live" Contest
If I have uttered blasphemy
That you’re the root of the dark tree
Light and darkness are twins of might
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I blasphemed the shining Son
That death awaits the moon and sun
That they are strangers without might
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If my teeth and serpent fingers
Harmed the fivefold god who lingers
Put animals and plants in plight
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I sinned against the elect
Though they’re angels without defect
We opposed their words from the height
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I in any way harmed life
If I put crawling beasts in strife
Put life that swims or flies in plight
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I’ve done tricks and perjury
Harmful gossip and sorcery
Sinned with this self, put life in plight
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I followed a wolf’s teachings
Ignored the wise elect’s preachings
And then worshipped the Prince of Night
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If my heart strayed from these four seals
From the four gods as ideals
Love, faith, fear, wisdom shining bright
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I ignored the ten commands
If with my mouth, heart, self, and hands
Fell short due to my flesh in plight
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If my soul did not sing in prayer
My prayers did not fly in pure air
The four prayers not said with my might
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
I fail in giving the elect
Alms for the angels to collect
So the light can’t reach heaven’s height
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I broke the fifty days fast
For my greed and distress amassed
I forgot the law at twilight
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
If I fail to confess and pray
To the kind elect each Monday
For I was lazy or lost sight
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
I failed in the seven Yimkis
To fast and celebrate in bliss
Failed when the Bema was in sight
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
Each day I make dark thoughts and deeds
Each day I grow dark words like weeds
Betraying the light of pure white
Forgive my sins! Have mercy, Light!
Manichaean kyrielle poem based on the "A Confession Prayer for Hearers" in the Manichaean Book of Hymns
"Christmas Spirit"
(Christmas Day in Italian Culture)
as a snowy blanket of white caresses in Winter's glow
and frosty icicles kiss windowpanes in glazy show
a silent atmosphere embraces a starlit sight
while magnificent choir of Angels sing Hosanna O! Holy Night.
Church bells chime in twilight mist to welcome Christmas day
wishing holiday greetings while children glide on sleigh
glorious festive mood captivates inspired light
as heavenly Angelic voices praise Hosanna O! Holy Night.
decorations adorn to honor the precious Infant King
candlelight illuminates the Manger Scene as carolers sweetly sing
the scent of fragrant pine cones creates an aura to ignite
hymns of worship as heralding Angels proclaim Hosanna O! Holy Night.
soon family gathers to partake of traditional Christmas meal
"Feast of the Seven Fishes"prelude to tree trimming feel
the fireplace mantle glows where stockings smile so bright
and hark the herald Angel hosts greet Hosanna O! Holy Night.
Joseph is the patriarch who shelters newborn babe
a gift of God from Heaven sent to Earth to save
a glorious time for celebration in precious moment of delight
majestic music from Angels chanting Hosanna O! Holy Night.
sheer warmth of having a personal relationship with the Lord
a unique experience enlightening as He is adored
sharing love with everyone, the human spirit takes flight
melting their voices with holy Angels singing Hosanna O! Holy Night.
*For Cyndi's Season of Lights, Delights & Enlightenment Contest.
*Nov. 14, 2012.
in the Italian culture we begin our Christmas celebration ...
Christmas Eve - Feast of Seven Fishes Dinner for good health & prosperity
Tree trimming ceremony with music and singing toasting wine
Midnight Mass at Basilica in Rome or at Church in N.J.
Dessert Party after Mass with eggnog
Christmas Day exchanging gifts and visiting children and seniors at hospitals
Pasta dinner with salads and baked stuff shells with meatballs
Desserts of creme puffs laced with rum, cannolis pastry filled with chocolate
Wine tasting from orchards of Italy imported with olive tray
Candlelight ceremony where all hold a lit candle making a wish for a
Happy New Year.
No fear of threats from vicious
Peter Gargano knights of kkk
Threatening my life for attending
that 1969 Civil rights field trip
my father Civil rights advocates
political leaders gather
as we awaited the trial
way buses to board
my first grade class
was the only class
honoured to attend
because excellent
grades and we were
the entertainment
choir members thirty
one 1st graders my
mom and dad was
so proud of me no
cousins or sisters or
brothers no identity
thieves Jamaican
immigrants from tampa
definitely no mexican
violent offenders from
delicia chichihau mexico
born in 1980 committing
home invasions for corrupt
junk sick cops very sad place
in America truly sad these
violent offenders and corrupt
cops threatening my life
obsessed with my poetry
my life 1969 Abraham Lincolns
home my first grade class was
the only class selected throughout
Chicago i will never fear intimidations
threats from domestic terrorists
with badges discrimination
hatred of me fir being the child
of a civil rights advocates being
a child of a the black panther party
1969 fred hampton breakfast
program I wore wires pregnant
buying weapons and drugs from
corrupt junk sick cops today
these corrupt officers crave
my death attempting to extort
my poetry for Peter gargano
criminal group breaking in my
home reading my diary about
my 1969 field trip sorry your
Mexican imposter wasn't
even born your Jamaican
imposter wasn't even born
this was peters game to
murder me and impersonate
me with immigrants because
he hates blacks he burns blacks
alive he frames blacjs extort
blacks he hires blacks to
unearth blacks he hires corrupt
junk sick cops to terrorise
threatening fbi informants
confidential human sources
he ignited a car bomb in my face
i am truly blessed that my first
grade class was the only class
chosen to attend only because
I sang in the chior I got to sing Marian
Anderson’s hymn were the only class
we felt so special liberty and justice for all
lift every voice and sing very very exciting
such an honor to be chosen to sing
let freedom ring
To my mort sending me terrorists threats suggesting I mort myself because imposter jay townsend johnson henry my stalker mckissick including severe violent offenders gang leaders stabbing five persons attempting to impersonate me extort my American poetry sorry your cruelty bounce off my backs today I took my anxiety I want to live today amazing terror corruption abuse of power attacking disabled Americans today I don't care how many threats pour in I have crisis teams available help is available keeping me from being so impulsive that I act on threats to end my own life to allow imposter's to clone me with a severe data breach that led to Jamaican jay townsend Johnson Henry shooting I to my home I survived a mort meant for me I want to live today I survived domestic terrorists attempting to murder bullying me terrorized me for years but today I want to live knowing these mort will never ever impersonate me again 988 I am alive your imposter's will never extort my American poetry stop threatening my disabled military family harsh realities jay townsend johnson henry bullying my disabled family actually threatening my disabled war veteran husband with extortion attempting to force us fund violent offenders medical needs prescriptions she break in our home exposing herself to private personal military veterans information to feed to violent offenders undocumented mexicans jamaicans slander abuse of power falsifying documents data breach i reported jay Townsend Johnson Henry her mother toni townsend johnson henry arrived shooting in my home she returned 20 years later the anniversary of the shooting resulted in death her obsessed with my American poetry led her to Threatening my disabled war hero husband completely devastating hacking into social security bank buying chinese food fraud waste abuse of power bullying seated with my ex abusive husband his violent cult of vicous horror intimidates our disabled family thank god for the military order of the purple heart veterans helping veterans this identity fraud ripped his purple heart medals in order to send threats shame on you bullying is such a horrid place in American society
Conceived with unique DNA
a soul-- on the very first day
wonderfully made, our lives begun
we're all redeemed by God the Son
Always remember -- you're unique :-D
the way you think, the way you speak
well, granted, so is everyone
we're all redeemed by God the Son
But sharing our humanity
lets us relate to a degree
and meet unique folks one by one
we're all redeemed by God the Son
With His divine and human nature
the Son was sent, so we'd be sure
trust His Cross -- the battle's been won
we're all redeemed by God the Son
From His side gushed Blood and Water
Mercy for all -- son or daughter
to pay our debt -- the devil's dun
we're all redeemed by God the Son
It's His nature to forgive us
it brings joy to trust in Jesus
in His big Heart we all are one
we're all redeemed by God the Son
Realizing that helps us to feel
God's loving Mercy is so real
not just towards the holiest nun
we're all redeemed by God the Son
Divine Mercy, comfort, healing
offers more than any feeling
what can beat Peace? I know of none!
we're all redeemed by God the Son
Now God wants to get personal
letting the Gospel be our school
following is not constant fun
we're all redeemed by God the Son
This life includes a cross to bear
hardly a splinter that we share
Mary's sorrows can't be outdone
we're all redeemed by God the Son
But good news: our cross is sweeter
Mama Mary helps us! Meet her--
she prays for her children-- a ton!
we're all redeemed by God, her Son
Consoling Him can be a start
Mercy to others, for His Heart
longing to hear from Him, "well done"
Saved and redeemed by God the Son
Who can resist His Encounter
worth more than any amount, sir
we've got just one life, then it's done
now's the time to love God the Son
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1/ Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else. -Margaret Mead
Kyrielle poetry form only. (poetrysoup.com/dictionary/kyrielle)
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20 poems of the maximum 35 allowed have been entered. (July 8, 2023)
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Your Word assures me Your salvation
…Affirming Your power of regeneration
…Asserting Your work of redemption
…Awakening with Your miracle of new creation.
My God, fire me up through Your Word for my transformation!
Your Word reminds me of Your tender mercy
…Refreshing my soul by Your loving kindness and clemency
…Rejuvenating my spirit with Your graciousness’ consistency
…Rekindling my faith in Your might’s fervency.
My God, fire me up through Your Word for my growth’s constancy!
Your Word declares to me Your forgiveness
…Directing me to confess to Your throne my sinfulness
…Demanding me to cast to Your altar my haughtiness
…Disciplining me of my disobedience by Your righteousness.
My God, fire me up through Your Word for my holiness!
Your Word instills in me Your standard
…Increasing my effectiveness as Your submissive steward
…Insuring my diligence the certainty of Your uprightness’ regard
…Invigorating my hope to march for Your banner forward.
My God, fire me up through Your Word for my well-being’s safeguard!
Your Word teaches me Your paths of wisdom
…Taking me to the wonders of Your heavenly kingdom
…Telling me of Your presence midst my forefathers’ martyrdom
…Testifying to me Your corrections against spiritual boredom.
My God, fire me up through Your Word for my genuine freedom!
Your Word leads me to Your heart
…Laying in my life Your perfect will so from it I won’t depart
…Lightening my vision to behold eternity’s rampart
…Lifting my pursuits with Your mark to fight Satan’s worldly dart.
My God, fire me up through Your Word for my devotion’s best part!
Your Word shows me Your way toward fruitful service
…Satisfying by Your nourishing exhortation to magnify my office
…Sanctifying with Your reproof and warning along a reward-promise
…Saturating midst Your admonition to uphold Your coming notice
My God, fire me up through Your Word* for my reaching-out’s expertise!
*Psalm 18:30 As for God, his way is perfect: the word of the LORD is tried: he is a buckler to all those that trust in him.
September 14, 2018
YOU ARE ENTITLED TO ENTITLE THIS ONE YOURSELF
Whenever I stop to think of it
I don’t stop to think of it
I eliminate the crap, the slop and the rest of the s**t (phew, almost forgot the infantile *’s)
Did you ever think it ironic that if you take George Washington’s initials and sandwich an “I” in
the center of “G” & “W” well simply view the results
It might just be me, but I happen to think that parents, under no circumstances
Should be allowing the chances that their baby may mistake a live rattle snake for a rattle
Who is the bigger coward, propose I,
The man who wants to die and can’t
Or the man who wants to die and does?
So I’m talking to this recent immigrant from China who spoke fluent but broken English, so I
said “you know what Cum of Sum Yung Guy” I said that because that’s his name. in any
event, I said wow, some day in November I think we get a day off from work but I don’t recall
why.
Cum replied rapidly, “Because it’s ******** day”
Did you ever have a severe and urgent urge to take a lot of dynamite, stick it in your sibling’s
ear and light the fuse
But going to jail is a lost to lose
So I never did it
I often get this overwhelming feeling that I am a lizard clamped by the powerful beak of an
egret, as he tosses me from head to tail, as I pray for only one more breath of sweet Florida
air.
Actually I hate
This state
I hate Florida’s flora
And I hate it’s fauna
And I’m convinced, in mid-august, this is where Satan comes for a hellishly hot sauna ©
2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~ ok, all 3 of you can go to another poet’s page!
P.S. and I maintain, and I maintain strongly, that I believe to this very moment Jesus Christ of
Nazareth used grape Kool-Ade to change water into wine, I mean if he was the only begotten
son of God, a trick like that wouldn’t impress my mother’s aunt’s first cousin’s uncle’s twice
removed pet chimpanzee
DID YOU KNOW THAT REPEATINGS ONE’S STATEMENTS IS AN EARY SIGN OF ALZEIMER’S
DISEASE
DID YOU KNOW THAT REPEATING ONE’S STATEMENTS IS AN EARLY SIGN OF ALZEIMER’S
DISEASE
It was dark in the forest where You knelt and You prayed.
The apostles were close and they slept where they laid.
You prayed to the Father to take what was in Your cup.
Judas was coming, it was going to erupt.
All that You wanted was His will to be done.
It wasn't for You, You were God's Holy Son.
Your time was at hand and the hour was near.
You knew it was coming, did You have any fear?
You returned to Your friends to find them fast asleep.
You knew they were in trouble, You knew they were in deep.
Suddenly soldiers are right there in the midst.
As Judas betrays the Son of man with a kiss.
You let them have their way, they thought their will had been done.
It was the will of the father, You were God's Holy Son.
You told Peter to stop when he cut off that mans ear.
You knew it was coming, did You have any fear?
As You prayed to the Father the tears flowed as You cried.
Then You had to tell Peter three times You'ld be denied.
Saint Peter said He'd die before he let them take You.
He was in over his head, he didn't know what to do.
Peter never thought he'd let their will be done.
It cut him so deep, he loved God's Holy Son.
You told him of the rooster and the crow he would hear.
You knew it was coming, did You have any fear?
They put You in chains and they led You away.
No one had a clue of the debt You would pay.
Bloody and raw they put You up on that cross.
You paid for our sins with Your life that it cost.
You cried, "Father forgive them they don't know what they've done!"
Then You gave up Your Spirit, You were God's Holy Son.
Where You went next was never really clear.
You knew it was coming, did You have any fear?
You were all by yourself, they left You all alone
when the heavenly Father had to call His Son home.
I can't comprehend how You could stand all that pain.
But I know in my heart that You would do it again.
Now on heaven and earth God's will, will be done.
Covered by the blood of His most Holy Son.
When I think of Lord Jesus I'll always shed a tear.
He knew it was coming, He didn't have any fear.
Under a weeping willow tree,
No one around to comfort Me. I, on the precipice of utter defeat; You, with compassion, came to see.
Wretched, on the cold Death Valley floor. Those glory heights I could not soar. Nothing with love had I to give; Yet You were there holding me still.
With strong and gentle hands of Grace; Inspired by You, I did make haste. The world I could now truly face; Lifting my hands and heart from a daze.
Because You made me brave By Your embrace, I was amazed. My doubts and fears doomed me to fail,
But You enabled me to be strong and sail.