Long Loyally Poems
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1. Aztecs-black sun. The eternity of souls.
2. Five stages of an eclipse.
3.Total eclipse-3 minutes. Deep twilight.
4. The moon has a temporary crown (corona) that celebrates its victory.
5. Viewed from predestined location
6. A fated portent by the ancients.
7. A natural phenonoma in the present.
8. Next in north and South America, also Pacific in July 2019
Looter Eclipse
When darkness turns the day to night
The triumphant moon bedecks its glittery crown
Feeding upon the ancients fear of doom and gloom
Their dread of harvests wrecked with troubled soul
A daytime moon that mocked their sacrificial rites
With cursed prediction for ill fated times ahead
Punished by the idols of the time
For some iniquitous crime to languish in dire Hades
Secured the time and place of modern solar eclipse
The throng awaits with polymer shades adorned
Amid a gleeful buzz of expectation
To view the phenomena of sun obscured
And loyally watch its five stages
When day becomes a dusky shade
In matter of fact observation
Ill portents dismissed and banished
They see the crown upon its lunar head
But not the sneak thief upon the ground
Who rifles pockets, loots their bags
The eclipse’s glory takes its place
And he escapes with all their booty
In portended fate of dire acclaim
Ephesus was a destination on Paul's 1st missionary trek
but from the minute he arrived his experience was like a bad train wreck
but Paul was most determined and so he returned to that town
he was on a mission for the Great Commission and felt duty-bound
Paul, was very diligent, persevering and persistent
he had a desire to spread the "Good News" that was most insistent
Paul knew he had to keep on going and not ever slow his roll
for failure was not an option but an obstacle he had to overcome and control
one only has to knock on the doors in life until you've been let you in
and don't take no for an answer and if you must knock again
let your mission or your task for Christ simply have revival
for revival is the only key to spiritual survival
but in order to be revived you need to understand
that God may use you as a part of His master plan
God does not go about changing our personalities
but He will redirect our spiritual objectivity
He wants us to follow our destiny and in Him simply trust
to loyally follow the instructions that He sent to us
to do the right thing and not grow weary nor weak
to do what you must to obtain the spiritual goals you seek
to be revived whenever we stumble or slip
to be restored whenever we tumble or trip
to be renewed in our own determination
to be redirected towards our final destination
don't forsake the Lord God for He should be your first concern
don't disregard His instructions and all from His son you've learned
don't put His unconditional love for you to the wayside
from Him you need revival in order to survive
be enthusiastic, be energetic while on your godly driving test
and let spiritual revival be your personal conquest
remember from whence you first fallen into the faith
remember the day that you were baptized in that Holy place
repent as you now look back over your life
repent and return to your first love, the Lord Jesus Christ
have a reawakening and be refilled with the Holy Spirit
renewal of your faith and now totally committed
renewed, reborn and restored with godly revival
for that is the only key to the door of spiritual survival
I would like to listen to the sound of bonfire sticks crackling as he chucks one on and the second he throws to a dithering dog-or the waves lapping on the shore steadily, a toddler’s toes dipping in that sea and then he screams and runs right away to his parents who are devouring literature upon the shore. They loyally guard his sandcastle then chide him for pushing his sister who had stumbled and fallen on that work of art. I’d like to watch the tide go in as picnic baskets are cleared away and the last of the suncream is lathered thick on children’s skin. I’d like to taste the locals' ice cream letting bristles of my hair stick to my face and needing a second as the first melted right away sullying my beach wear. I’d like to smell sausages almost charcoaled on the grill as children are as speedy as rockets with plastic plates at the ready. A summer living by the coast would be sure to enliven my spirit and cater for my senses.
"Diamond Light"
Downy soft
Love Light sharply glistens diamond prisms
from rainbow's seven colours, in each colour a meaning
imparts a visitation message from fallen angel off a gosling’s wing
A mother whispers secret stories
A child cries silently and remembers everything
In unread chapters
LOVE, is a strong army that loyally delivers Truth's reckoning
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
gvlm/llb
https://youtu.be/27c3JaZq4_c
“Unmade”/Thom Yorke
“The old woman remembered a swan she had bought many years ago in Shanghai for a foolish sum. "This bird", boasted the market vendor, "was once a duck that stretched its neck in hopes of becoming a goose. And now look, it is too beautiful to eat!" Then the woman and the swan sailed across an ocean many thousands of lei wide, stretching their necks toward America. On her journey, she cooed to the swan, "In America, I will have a daughter just like me. But over there, nobody will say her worth is measured by the loudness of her husband's belch. Over there, nobody will look down on her because I will make her speak only perfect American English. And over there, she will always be too full to swallow any sorrow. She will know my meaning because I will give her this swan, a creature that became more than what was hoped for." But when she arrived in the new country the immigration officials pulled the swan away from her, leaving the woman fluttering her arms and with only one swan feather for a memory. For a long time now, the woman had wanted to give her daughter the single swan feather and tell her; "This feather may look worthless, but it comes from afar and carries with it all my good intentions."
The Joy Luck Club
Long retired now; but the
clock yet plays a paramount
roll, when it comes to daily
activities -- still not my
own boss: Doctor's have
schedules, fiber intake for
out-go, often unpredictable;
sign on my toilet door, "Soon
to be occupied!"
Drops of days
have become gushes, rushes
toward an unknown horizon;
the sun now a flicker
like those old black and white
cinema I saw in the theater
as a youth, till the bulb went out,
and the boos and stomping
began...doubt that I would
notice most loud clamor anyway --
all my senses a lot duller
except an increasing tremor of
fear I hide --
climbed a balcony this morning,
a short one --
the old Juliet in a sun-chair,
doing her crossword, fondly
looked up: the smile was distant
but familiar~ her words soothing
and reassuring: "what's a
4 letter word for 60 years, in
sickness and in health loyally
shared?"
Easter arrives on the wings of Spring…
It’s a time of rebirth reminding us to take stock…
for Deborah and I that means a visit to the bunny beneath the mailbox.
She’s a tiny sculpted bunny…who has been painted gray.
Her head is bowed, her hands held in prayer..
In fact…she prays all night and day.
Her owners dress her up for every holiday as she loyally sits beneath their mailbox
But, being a bunny rabbit, Easter is the holiday she rocks.
Most mornings we smile and greet her on our walks down to the shore
But Easter is when we stop and wonder what that bunny is praying for.
Is she praying just for rabbits everywhere?
For a life that is pure and simple and sweet?
For rain to grow the grasses that all rabbits love to eat?
Or do her prayers extend to those of us who pass her on the street?
Is she praying for a world of love, kindness and acceptance
where everyone has enough grass to eat?
I like to think she’s not just praying for rabbits…but for me…as well as you.
since she only prays in silence however…I’m not sure which is true.
I do know…looking at our world…we need all the prayers that we can get…
and that this bunny, like the rest of us…is not done praying yet.
Which is why many is the day during Easter week
we pause our morning walks…
to share a prayer with the bunny
who lives beneath the mailbox.
HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE
I never saw Him with my bare eyes, I pray that I shall, on one day, indeed
Through every pain and sorrow, there will be wisdom and peace, splendid.
Bare-footed subjugation with humility, declaring the oneness of God, faithfully.
A gentle wash from confusion,leading to brighter piety, for a better cause, loyally.
Ablution, prayer, supplication, for a better world, healing wounds, slow and sure.
Each step will draw more strength,bring a richness of spirituality, to fight impure.
Thy mercy overshadows anger, the all-knower of heart, the overpowering divinity
May thy mercy save us from hellfire, cleanse our sin with the water, full of purity.
Nothing is trivial to Him. And we seek for His aid only and His bountiful mercy
Mortal human rises up to the supreme, through his prostration, spiritual ecstasy
Word touches an inner word of wisdom, Inner pearls of reflection and acceptance
O the sustainer!Accept us in steadfastness,with humility of thy wisdom, richness.
I am rushing through words to depict a picture here. Maybe, I should not so.
Nowadays faith is a gemstone, a subject of cover-up or a show-off thing to go.
Alienated theory. Process of elimination. Nothing in the alignment of thy favor.
We get processed through a system of brain-wash, instead of being wiser, sober.
As I am pouring the words on a blank page, my strength of conviction says it, all
I saw Him in breathtaking fall color, in far-reaching clouds on a sky, serene, full.
Will you read it to the end? I am no one, yet, I need to be one, in a subtle way.
A lowly world with worldly pain. A poem shall reach beyond, on a promising day.
*Note: This is a tale of honor in which the protagonist refused to tell his lady a truth which would have broken her heart, so instead he allows her to believe a lie, although it cost him her love.
Your tears stream salt into my open wounds
Equitable punishment for a scathing tongue
When deceptive words spilled from its fork,
my palate tasted morsels of amarum gall
Mea culpa Mea culpa
What penance do you deem to be delivered
for chafing injury upon your virtuous heart?
I have perjured myself with loathsome deceit
Condemned a liar, in weeping from your eyes
Deprive me of your kiss, as rain denies a flower
and I will crave death in a cold grave of darkness
Parce mihi, amica mea ~ forgive me, my love
The moment of reckoning weighs upon my brow
Mea culpa Mea culpa
To defend your innocence, I have readily sinned
For if truth I had told, it would've been a sword
and my hand, the one thrusting it into your heart
My life was loyally given; well worth one dulcis lie
Latin translations:
amarum ~ bitter dulcis ~ sweet
our coming inheritance
lest
we forget
salvation
all of God
we recollect
marvel
in wonder love&praise
atonement
covered
by
transforming grace&
blessing
thought
emotion
mind
will&imagination
to
climax&conclude
our
ever present reality
the
promised new life
of
maturity progess&tenure
the very
fabric
to loyally obey
the call
of divine revelation
an unchangeable teaching
statutes of divine origin
rules for every day living
to keep us clean&pure
in the chosen
place
of
fundamental truth
a treasured possession
in His
open hand
our open
heart
ordained in His name
a
once-for-all
redemption
a Holy Spirit
empowered
provision
safety
'til our homecoming
to that great
gathering
to come
I owe it to my heart to bring back to me
the better it loved, the yet to be.
To discourage thoughts that push aside,
all that is past and part of my pride.
l owe it to my heart to bring back to me,
Long lost memories that happened to be---
Deep underneath in the quicksand of time,
Giving me my pride that necessitated my prime.
l owe it to my heart to gain me that love,
That's awfully patient and painful enough.
To help see things and accept as they are.
To loyally betray all that is marred.
Far from truth, far from prayer.
Far from masked favors rare.
l owe it to my heart, to see heaven through----
to refine my knowledge, my mind had screwed.
To justify my gains and others’ too,
To share their pain that meant as it should.
To help suffer enough, love's longing sport.
To define my pride, my rainbowed effort.
l owe it to my heart to love as it would,
to set free people who're meant for good.
To create horizons destined to grow.
To humble my pride, my alter ego.
I owe it to my heart to reason just,
To leaf through leads that honor l must.
To effectively feel all love has borne,
To effect the Me, that pride had shorn.
To drop the me, the I, I am not.
To be the me, my being has sought.
In Eternity's Crest, I'm Time.
I owe it to my heart, to measure life's line.