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September Falls
Since the days of creation of seasons
Earth has witnessed the splendors of nature
Pervading time and space, for due reasons
That can be known but by the Creator;
Endless are the marvels of His creation:
Mellowing leaves do take flight in the air
Before kissing the ground of oblivion,
Eager to let others pursue the fare;
Recall the true cycle of human life:
Following birth in spring, men kiss the ground
As autumn wild winds whirl life in a strife
Leading each one anon to tumble down;
Let us respect the laws of the seasons
Since trespassing them is an illusion.
June 12 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 1-5
Key Verse – Psalms 1:2 But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ENABLES US
TO DELIGHT IN HIS LAW
Praise be to God for enabling us to delight in His law while:
Assuring us eternal life
Ascertaining to us His especial love
Affirming to us His excellent leadership
Approving our empowered liberation-learning
Averting us against endangering lusts of lamentable loneliness
Psalms 2:11 Praise be to the Lord for inviting us
to serve Him, and such makes us:
Blessed midst His faith-bracing
Blissful along His faithfulness breath
Blooming with His filling bountifulness
Blossom by His fervent Bible-brand beautification
Benefited through His fortifying life-building business
Psalms 3:3 Praise be to the Saviour for
shielding us with His:
Compassion against troubles
Comfort when we are terrified
Concern for our triumphant testing
Care as we are trained along His training
Counsel while we trust Him, thankful for His teachings
Psalms 4:3 Praise be to the Almighty for
setting us apart toward Him against:
Destruction due to sins
Despair in our selfishness
Doubts in His secured salvation
Disability from stewardship and service
Downfall toward shameful degrading stature
Psalms 5:12 Praise be to the Holy Spirit for
blessing us with His favour:
Entrusting us His might
Enlisting us in His ministry
Enclosing us around His mercy
Enlightening us in our meditations
Endeavouring with us by His miracles. Amen!
June 12, 2024
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
Again
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
Changing Defense to War,
Claiming to stop foreign wars,
Won’t win any peace prizes—
Just more of what the world despises.
Black helicopters and unmarked vans
Enforcing edicts across our lands;
Masks and rubber bullet diplomacy
Shouldn’t become our normalcy.
Secret police with unlawful powers,
Brutal enforcement ordered by cowards;
The rule of law squandered and subverted
To serve personal vengeance perverted.
Our Constitution tattered and torn
Needs her defenders all bravely sworn
To stand shoulder to shoulder and hold back the night:
This is our moment, our duty, our fight!
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
Again
Tear gas policies and hate
Will never make America great
My grandpa built a split rail fence.
He did the best he could.
He hand-dug every post hole,
Sweat and muscle, rough-hewn wood.
Didn’t compromise his standards,
He was sure to do it right.
He made it bull strong, horse high and hog tight.
The carnival just came to town,
Its gaudy midway, too.
Don’t favor taking chances,
But I’ll ring the bell for you.
Gonna swing that hefty mallet
And I’ll win the prize tonight.
I’m feeling bull strong, horse high and hog tight.
It’s funny how the solid things
Endure despite the years,
Through thunderstorms and blizzards,
Broken hearts and bitter tears.
But I promise if you let me,
I’ll be sure to do it right.
I’ll love you bull strong, horse high and hog tight.
BY THE LAW FOR THE LAW FROMTHE LAW
LAW , ARE YOU STILL THERE
OH I SEE YOUR BIGGER BLACK BLIND ON YOUR WHIMSICAL FACE
STILL BLIND
OH , AS ASPECTED
YOUR USUAL GETUP NOW ME AND MY WHOLE COUNTRY IS USED TO IT
BY THE WAY YOUR BLACK COAT HAS HOLES TODAY
BECAUSE OF ....
YOU SHOULD BE TELLING ME....
I KNOW...
SO ARE YOU GOING TO BY BUGITI OR ROYCE ROY...
YOU CAN MSG ME YOUR OPINION ANYTIME...
DO NOT FORGET TO TELL ME THE PRICE....
BY THE LAW , OH , MY BAD ,BY THE WAY WHERE TO VACATION THIS YEAR , EUROPE OR SWITZERLAND
FOR THE LAW , OH MY BAD AGAIN , WHAT YOU ARE GETTING YOUR HUSBAND THIS YEAR , GOLD WATCH OR A DIAMOND RING
YOU HOLD ME YOU PROMISED HIM , A EXPENSIVE DELIGHT ON HIS NEXT BIRTHDAY
YOU SHOULD KEEPING YOUR PROMISE...
FROM THE LAW , OH AGAIN MY BAD , WHATS HAPPENING DEAR LAW
FROM ONE SIDED LOBBYING GROUPS WHAT ARE YOU GETTING THIS YEAR
YOU MENTIONED ABOUT A VILLA IN ROME , YAH I REMEMBER
A PORCH MANTION IN FLORIDA
AND YOU WERE VERY EXCITED ABOUT IT.......
THIS POEM BY NO MEANS AIMS TO MOCK OR DERIDE ANY LAWS OR LAW MEANINGS BUT IT IS TO REFLECT THE CORRUPTION AND SYSYTEM OF BRIBERY , WHICH IS PREVELENT IN MANY BEARING COUNTRY , I AM AFRAID
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''When the country is in disorder,loyal misters rise'' -Lao Tzu
Beneath the marble halls and mirrored walls,
Where power drinks from poisoned springs,
There crawl the keepers of false calls,
The silent thieves who puppeteer kings.
They whisper ''order'',but mean control,
They promise peace,yet sow despair';
Their tongues are sugar,but rot the soul -
Their smiles conceal the percent's lair
We have seen the hand that signs the lie
The face that mourns for camera's sake;
The deals inked deep where children die,
While truth is bound for profit's sake.
O sons and daughters of the soil,
Will you not rise,your silence break?
This land is not for sale or spoil,
No tyrant owns the breath we take.
Let thunder march in every street,
Let drums of justice pound again,
Till those who steal from from the people's meal
Know the anguish of honest men.
For nations rot when good men yield,
When hearts grow numb,when faith decays;
So lift the word,the song,the shield-
And rage against the shadowed maze
We will not bow,nor kiss the ring.
Of men who sell our souls for gold;
The people's voice is sharpening--
Its truth is louder,fierce and bold.
Rage,brothers,rage,but let it heal-
Let justice be your steady art;
For when the tyrant's reel,
Love still shall crown the people' heart
I have a monster-in-law to be
She’s my boyfriend’s mommy
She forced her son to join the military
‘Til his gait was no longer like a lady
I’ve witnessed many times her monstrosity
She screams like having tantrums in a family
She brags my mom and aunt her dowry
She insists, she and her one only son like me
At home, she doesn’t like cat or puppy
She wants people to do all things perfectly
She criticizes her maid’s cleaning and laundry
As if, she’s chief of self-enforcing constabulary
She reminds me and her son to get marry
And wedding rite will be at ritzy hotel of their city
Whenever I suggest to have a simple reception or party
With her bulging eyes, she stares hard at me
I was quite scared and worry
When she said, we’ll stay with her til we’ve a baby
So, I talked to my Lieut. Lovadababee
To push through our plans in two years or three ;)
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Sept. 27, 2015 9.25pm
-this was not entered in the contest... late in few minutes;) my second try of monorhymes. some are fictions;)
In a world where I am Christen Kuikoua,
Yet each day, I question if it's truly me.
I can act, sing, and model with passion,
But my dreams face a relentless decree.
Every aspiration met with a crushing sound,
As though someone's there to pull me down.
It's a daily struggle, a living hell,
Where critiques and judgments persist and swell.
Like You sing Like a Toad they proclaim,
Or like Your Face Looks Like a Baboon, the shame.
"You're too fat to be a model," they sneer,
Injecting poison, stoking my fear.
I long to break free from this binding chain,
To live without worry, without disdain.
Why must every word and comment sting?
Is it my race that causes such a fling?
Proud of the black hue, I didn't choose,
But why does the world harbor so much abuse?
Can't we exist without constant dread,
Without fearing the moment we leave our bed?
As a young teen, insults weigh heavy,
Trying to navigate a world that's unsteady.
Yearning to find my place and voice,
Yet hatred makes it an unbearable choice.
What can I do, what can I say,
To be heard, supported, to find my own way?
Why does it feel like I don't deserve life?
Am I not human, deserving of strife?
The pain cuts deep, like a sword to the chest,
Critics abound, making me second-guess.
Creating my own content, using my own art,
Yet accusations fly, tearing me apart.
Too young for social media, they claim,
Or a cyberstalker turns my life into a game.
Fake police threats and accusations unfair,
No one believes, and it feels like a snare.
Broken and shattered, lost in the debris,
Yearning to vanish, to find some decree.
Can someone lend a helping hand,
Guide me through this desolate land?
A two year old represents herself. Is this a court of law?
"What is your name?" (pronunciation's magisterial)
She doesn't move, she doesn't cry, no tremble in her jaw
There in her seat, she swings her feet... unresponsive is the rule
It's as though she doesn't understand what's going on around her
Like this was some cruel trickery intended to confound her
What's in a name? Is this a game? Who's making up these rules?
Representation, reprehensible from those who've staked their claim
And ev'rything that's done here's done as though it's "In Your Name"
The caterpillar crawls along the leaf from egg to stalk
A journey just the start of a new leaf along this walk
Black and yellow segments leaving no track neath its feet
Three thousand miles before this odyssey will be complete
A migrant moving north to south when it has gained its wings
Generations moving north on milk for queens and kings
The Caterpillar crawls down from the lowboy on the ramps
Each track will leave a track as all will fall before its tramps
And the wall these tracks are making they are making "In Your Name"
The bombs rain down on desert that's been fought over for years
Since the time of Abraham it's served as field for battle
The precious rain that's fallen here has come from children's tears
The babbling brook, from tower it took from Babylon it's prattle
Dividing tongues and tribes and sons and daughters from their parents
Along the lines and signs and tongues as language often suffers
The little children to false kings and prophets here among us
To trudge across the sands of time, ground down through ill fame
And the wall that's built between us, is building... "In Your Name"
With fustigation to amelioration
We are led by The Law to The Gospel
And in turn The Gospel demands we keep The Law
No epistle of straw, there’s room in the hostel
(Because God’s style to the world is hostile)
We are led by the Spirit
To learn to endear it
Endear what? Is a sinful recitation
Learning to serve others in convocation
(God calls us and overhauls us
Whether one by one and together)
How do we inherit eternal life?
By loving our neighbor as serving kin
Who is our neighbor?
The one without (as in not having and not within)
The fustigation of Jesus Christ
Begs our amelioration of a fustigated life
And if a cruciform life is led
There must be blood, sweat and tears shed in stead
(Or instead of the evil in tow as is led here below)
Life is hard, there’s no doubt about it
Jesus’ words touted and shouted from the Cross
But serendipitously (and graciously)
When we lose, we don’t count it as loss
Are you willing to look like a hypocrite to the world without?
Are you willing to look at the hypocrite within?
(As He lived and then hung betwixt two of us)
Jesus took on this struggle without committing a sin