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Hello, Lord.
How are you today?
As believers, we tend to spend so much of our time with you, dealing with matters concerning ourselves. I know that that is okay with you, but I also know that you have feelings too and often like human parents, simply want
to JUST BE with us.
I have learned to appreciate the fact that since you revealed yourself through Christ, I have little problem making connection with you. I say 'little problem' because there are times that it seems you 'are not there' or you are 'nowhere to be found', and I want to yell, "Where are you Lord?". But even in that, I am learning that there is no disconnection on your part, but rather it is due to my being distracted by other things or that I simply don't always hunger and thirst for you as I should.
As humans, I and others are prone to be 'worldly', selfish, unloving, unkind, and lustful after numerous things of this world. Deep in my heart I know that you are very assessable, very open, and not given to changing who you are to us. I don't expect to see you with my natural eyes. In fact, I have no desire to see you until you give me my heavenly body. I have read that we cannot see you and live. I can hear you, though not audibly, but in my heart and mind. I also hear you speaking to me by way of dreams and personal circumstances.
I hear and listen to you mostly by way of your word the Bible, which is the number one way that you have chosen to speak to me. Lord, I'm no different than many other believers who when sometimes faced with and encounter very difficult situations, are occasionally compelled to ask or even shout, "Lord, where are you?" "Why don't you answer me?" In my heart I am convinced that you know best for me in matters of 'space and time'. But still, when things go south, we are easily blinded of intimacy and closeness with you. We become afraid, and our confidence is weakened.
So, Lord I pray that in such times that I do not feel and sense your presence, remind me that you never leave or forsake me. Thanks for listening Lord, and have a good day. Your child. Amen.
082022PSCtest, Where Is God Hiding. Unseeking Seeker
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Woman in turmoil
Woman of scorn
I am tired of your crazy games
Five years have gone
You did me wrong
Your lustful ways
Made me strong
Don't get me wrong
I still wish you gone
As you brought me, lifelong pain
Till this day you still cannot explain
Why you choose to dig at my grave
God alone knows, Why, you still have the nerve
To follow me around like a hound
Please understand that you and I will never bond
As you are the cause that my children wear these bruise
But rest asure that Jesus brought a cure and gave us more
There is no need for you to keep score and make us your everyday chore.
I
awakend
in the dead of night
passionate desires nibbled
hunger and thirst, consumed me
A Mayan princess was of no use to me now
I, who was king, became a slave to my lustful desires
Gargoyles and the devils helpers would fall at my feet, in death
yes in triumph I marched forth, eyes aglow, at the pastries I would devour
Note: The Title in English means "A Crime at Midnight" yes since childhood I am guilty of this crime!!!
In shadows draped, my night empress does glide,
Amidst the moonlit meadow’s misty sigh,
Her raven locks, a midnight river’s tide,
Flow ‘neath the moonbeam’s haunting silver sky.
Her eyes, orbs of obsidian’s deep spell,
Entrap all who meet her amorous gaze,
No roses match her cheeks’ alluring swell,
In twilight’s grasp, a gothic love ablaze.
Her lips, a sinful shade of deepest night,
To taste the poison from her tempting kiss,
A venomous allure, a dark delight,
Her pale milky skin, passion’s subtle bliss.
In corset tight, she holds her lustful spell,
To love her is to court the fire of hell.
Poke and point and pince and prod
My penniless pockets
And a bra unable to uphold,
A breast to guarantee your rest
Lay in alleys in all your ailing worries
And sloughs of spittle
Splurged and purged b'neath your body.
Hold me, honour me,
Caress the cares entangled within my clumped hair
Harass the proficient proclamations of love,
Laying alongside my broken body.
I dare leer at the lies, leashing my soul to your life
For I do but believe
Boys breed bearded brawlers
And flesh too calloused to caress
And I vacate a vacuum
Of hands vying for the wet of my sex
And the sucking cumbersome succumbing
Salary, siezing a lustful lustre to shine 'pon my sultry gaze
Blasphemy
Blatantly ephemeral or plain outright naughty and lustful
Praying for beauty in the eye of beholding passionate Gods
Angles and half dome shaped wishes curve balls and all
~ Those who write by the sword are judged by the Lord ~
Thanatos and Libido a close shave of mounds of Vesuvius
The Vatican going up in one shattering search of its smoke
Church towers like phalli or bayonets decree choice in the matter
~ Trust thy neighbor in her cove’s coveted olives and mangos go forth
Veiled femme fatals embrace their shadows cover the flame
The Muezzin shouts from his minaret calls for service and love
Lingerie adorned by copula’s cusp bosomed for nibbles
~ Wet shirt competition in the heat of the spiritual moment ~
An elegant elephant with trumpeting trunks moaning and groaning
Free flowing love on the banks of the Ganges under cloth of the loin
Where Hindu meets Buddha on sheets and streets of Kolkata
~ Begging for mercy as wars of religions and nations battle in vain ~
Crosses to bear half moons to envisage and Karma to please
One woman’s humid humour is another man’s satirical crime
Whose God is to command me what is right and what thong
~ But once the bloody atheist kneels on the altar faith is restored ~
03rd May
Your trait TBH --
Narcissism behavior
Hatred...that's BS
Personality
Matters to me as well as
Character so pure
Your motives, so bad
Shady to the core and such
Naughty, out of hand
You're in want always
Coveting over me and
My lustful nature
Writing sad senryus
I know I suck at these poems
So over you, so true
I feel bittersweet
Tune in strange mind and young heart
Easy to forget...
I'm skeptical...and
Don't give a damn what you think
You'll regret me gone
You left me behind
Only to find my shadows
Of lies, cries and highs
Sick of coveting...
And sinning...tempted truly
Headache to go through
Sorry for your lows,
But it's not my fault at all
Your loss, not mine, hun
My best blessing of 2022
Blessing best of twenty-twenty two
I choose to declare a 56 year old sin
Who would have thought how strange it was
I deranged I was
Birth in this sin, yet this year I’ve been released
My best blessing of 2022
The greatest plight to surcome to right
No longer trapped in the night
My light now shines
Turned around been remade, rebirth born again
Blessing best of twenty-twenty two
Also caught in the alluring lustful I
Eyes
Witnessing things in pride
No longer standing in the shadows of the dark
My deliverance, has been downloaded
My best blessing of 2022
I am no longer in division
I made a conscious decision
Awareness
Awakening
Responsive reactive compos mentis
My best blessing of 2022
Did I mention I thank God for blessing me
From bonds further iniquities
A best
The best blessing for me in 2022
Is deliverance to God be the Glory
11/23/22
Free verse poetry form only.
For Best Blessing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Since Kash revealed "her" secret, I have turned red.
All day I cried onto the pillow on my bed.
I think the whole true awful tale needs to be said.
A tragedy! I now feel like a blunderhead.
And though she is a vixen, I have to say I led
Kash on that “love rail” with me. Bold-spirited,
with lustful Soupmail, eagerly I visited
this "lass", who seems so manly! Lies had been fed
to me by her. She’s not a man, and I misread
her amorous responses. All my hope has fled!
There’s more! I’m gay. My real name's Andrew. Now with dread
I face the fact I can’t have Kash. My poor heart’s dead.
(I decided I better put an explanation here because I wrote this more than a year
ago for a contest in which we were supposed to write a poem that could be either
a lie or the truth. After Kashinath, my good friend and a MAN, wrote a very funny
poem proclaiming himself a woman, this was my way of doing a fictional poem in
response to his funny contest entry! OH, the poem of KASH POET is called A SECRET FUNNY TALE, I hope you will read it!)
For Shani Fassbender's really cool contest: Tell Me a Secret
And now for PD's contest: Make me Laugh