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Premium Member The Reset Button

Career has developed huge glands
a surrogate, closing the eyes from loved ones.
Suit and tie on the pages of priority
sucking life away until age loses its lubricant.
Banks hold the candy, but only stored in the oceans
virtual becoming more real than evident links
absorbing trust, kindness and patience to make humanity less.
Power tussle of nations to show who owns the pie
while poverty and greed slips underneath to make it taste sour.
Religion and sectional identity, emerging lords
never voted for, yet mandated to sting.
What matters the most matters less
and what matters less is craved the most,
a lesson unlearned, not until attacked by a virus.
Lockdown necessitates a two-day hold of papa’s hand, 
which is a hundred times more than the previous ten years.
Societal red flags normalized for the world to move fast,
family is life, to love is also to live.
When basics are complicated, the world needs a reset
no thanks to affliction, history still is the teacher.
Family, love and happiness, others should remain appendages
this should be on every flag when we are set free.


Premium Member Change the World - Change It Right

Why oh why have we become so woke
To the point of companies going near broke,
All for the sake of garnering support
From vocal fringes, then quietly rushing to abort.

Is the effort worth the prize
Pandering to an audience that must surely realize
Division is not the path to integration
Empowering voices that just believe in denigration.

Acceptance is rarely mandated or imposed,
It's a result of customs willingly transposed
To reflect a kinder more inclusive world
And in the process eliminating the absurd.

Activism can often be the kernel for steep
Change,
But in the wrong hands is alienating and deranged,
With effects that counter all that would be good
Demeaning the very essence for which they stood.

We the silent throngs just watch and wonder,
What's brought on this wave of mindless thunder,
Strife and upheaval causing nothing but confusion,
Resulting in a world of societal delusion.

Democracy is not another word for anarchy,
Where a vocal few usurp reality for fantasy,
But one of tolerance and communal understanding
To mold a world where actions are outstanding.

Where parent is not set against their child,
Or leaving differing opinions unreconciled,
Where sexuality does not become a sword,
Or Race the blade to cut across the board.

When will politicians and the media say enough,
Accepting that their narrative is huff and gruff,
Full of potholes and dead ends
Turning people into enemies not friends?

Why not allow good sense and wisdom take the stage,
Willing denigrators to turn another page,
Supporting causes that are simply just
Thereby forging a society sure to last.
Form: Quatrain

All Rise

All Rise

 

On this day,

Familial ties were diverse

   but sentiments parallel

     loving

       fearful

On this day,

The tone of the room was formal

   but its members conflicting

     unsure

       commanding

On this day,

The photos of my memories were joyful

   but the truth within concealed

     unseemly

       intimate

On this day,

The stage comprised of props

   but the actors real

     official

       judgmental

On this day,

The clues were numerous

   but lacked absolution

     validity

       substance

On this day,

The people in the box were random

   but their adjudication discussed

     debated

       final

On this day,

I heard arguments in volume

   but the words judicious

     ordered

       disciplined

On this day,

The phrases were mandatory

   but my conscience echos them at night, "All rise"

     "We the jury"

       "Guilty"

On this day,

The prosecutor claimed victory

   but the father of my children mandated confinement

     regiment

       life without parole

On this day,

The accusers celebrated

   but I sensed our son's defeat

     sadness

       prayers

         that it was all just a bad dream

Premium Member The Constitution

There is much to be loved and appreciated about the United States Constitution, and

Heaven, I believe, breathed upon the founding fathers in their pursuit of good government.

England was ruled by kings and state bishops but never were there to be such in New England.

Christianity was indeed the driving force behind the nation, but no religion was to be mandated.

One of the things I appreciate most about the constitution is its God-Awareness and wisdom.

Nothing in history had provided the new nation with the idea of a government of, for, and by the people.

Sudden and swift suicide seemed certain a decade prior, except to those men willing to die for their cause.

Thirteen states united and saw themselves as, "We the people in order to form a more perfect union".

Independence had been fought for and obtained, and now it was time to establish a secure government.

Their time had come to be a beacon, a city on a hill, and it was time for good principled laws among men.

Unity was paramount, but it also required an agreement to disagree when a total agreement was not possible.

Tolerance among countrymen of like purposes was far superior to the intolerance and tyranny of Britain.

It was now time to put into practice, to implement, to execute and practice their plan before all the world.

Optimum care has been implemented, making this document the envy of the world.

Navigating and activating this sacred document need never be a constitutional crisis.

07022019PoSoupContest, Another Eight Word Challenge,                                            Kai Michael Neumann. Chosen word: Constitution
Form: Acrostic

A Somewhat Plain English Quatrain, non encrypted for now



                    Where's this years "Turkey_Pardon"?
Pardon me, where's the pardon on the Family?
Was the CCP funding too lucrative, Universities? 
Any press briefing, explanations, 
the WEF financial mechanisms 
too carotid in artery.
I guess hunting season is still on,
"Runningman" repeats. 
still a filler for 
Commercial Broadcasting Disservice, 
regularly scheduled reprogramming, propagandizing. 
Meanwhile we are in Psalms 83 and Ezekial 38, 
looming. .. 3 8 3 8 3 3.. 
I wonder what it means? 
Too bad for that one potential lime-lighted Turkey. 
Judgment is coming too Humanity. 
Makes one seem crazy to report these days.
In perpetuity. One thing after another 
and all against the People. For the leaders, a totally separate reality.

Why are they not arrested and questioned 
by the People?
Is it because they polarized us against each other, 
so that they are not the objects of scrutiny.
Maybe they will throw us a bone or a stick next, 
to keep us occupied.
The question is, would it be laced with Fentanyl 
or biologicals from an unsecured Chinese Lab here in America?
Or will it be one of those costly imports 
maybe shipped from our Southern crosswalk.

Hey at least this year there is no ban on Church, gatherings, 
as our leaders again gather mask free 
with saline booster shots instead of what 
is mandated for you and me.
Knowing that the vaccine was untested 
(for Public transparency), 
and Pfizer the only ones given immunity.
For aiding crimes against humanity, no apologies. 
[Yeah, I can remember students dropping dead 
on the sports field happening all the time 
growing up (Saturday morning football death before 
cartoons was a regular thing). 
Who knew also that veins
are supposed to have long black graphene 
induced clots, and young people to 
die of heart attack and stroke at age 13.

Although, on a happier note, 
2024 is a fresh year, for slavery. 
It's Springtime eclipse a warning of disasters incoming, 
vote casting,
ill Confederacy, Rhinoplasty, !CONSPIRACY!
reciting an x across the Country with 2017's. 
Cancelling freedoms, Christians 
and the World as we knew it to be. 
Planet X mirrored, 
icing, a crystal clear reveal i
n chaos waxing a seal of unmasking 
our present real judgment, reality.
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Form: Other


The Celebration of Christ Birth

We rejoice in the spirit of Christ, remembering the fruit of his spirit, of love, joy, and peace.

We walk in the spirit of Christ, sharing our love and compassion with our neighbors.

In our celebration of the birth of God's only begotten son, we remember the righteous reason for Christ's birth.

Christ was the first creation of God and was there with God when he created the earth and man. In God's order of things, the earth, all living things, and man were to be the reflection of God's glory. 

God's token covenant with Noah, was not to destroy the earth with a flood of water again because of the sins of man.
God mandated his only begotten son to come to earth through the house of King David by way of the Virgin Mary's womb.

Christ's purpose was to continue to glorify God and preach the revelation of God's holy and everlasting will.

It is good to be zealous in the significance of the birth of Christ in the offering of our salvation through him with the grace of God.

The keeping of our salvation, we must keep our faith in God.



Inspired by my love for Christ and his holy sacrifice and my love for our Holy Father.

December 17, 2022
Form: Narrative

My Intentions Are Pure

#My_intentions_are_pure
I think I made it obvious, think I made it very clear, that I was here to build, to restore and to love, to share the lil im offered, if not my entirity, my intentions laid bare on the table for you to dissect and make your own conclusion, in my heart there's nothing concealed except sharing it only with you.

From afar I may look troublesome,  maybe is the distance you taking towards me, a distance I have created, the wall you build around you to protect yourself, aginst me, I know my imperfections and have made peace with them, brake that wall and get closer, closer to be able to hear and  see clearly true resembles of my heart and intentions, trust is like Rome, a day can never be enough to built it

If my  intentions were to harm, long would I have failed my calling, for I'm obligated and mandated to love, to protect and share my heart with the near and afar, long have I being your most uncomfortable space to be around, your danger but deep inside me, heaven can attest I intended not, maybe to be human is to err, like the image I was made from

It's cold here and gets more colder with watching you from a distance , maybe a distance with my actions I have pushed you to, but your presence fills the gaps, the absence and takes away the coldness, my heart coldness, my peace stability, gaze back and watch how lost and restless my soul and life are, open your heart and forgive my wrongs for I'm striver into perfection.

Look pass my wrongs and allow me to mend my ways, change my approach for intentions in me are ready to learn to fix and do things right this time around if not better

Open thy heart, thy mind and thy soul to see clearly the real position and intentions of my heart towards you, thought I was clear, obvious that in you I blossom, germinate as a new seed of starting all over again,  this time for the better if not greatness, see through me, dissect my inner intensions, for my intentions are pure
#Poetic_Ink

Premium Member The Gift

Did your life come nicely gift wrapped in a carefully designed nest?
Or has your life inherited, via special deliveries, problems that you detest?
It may be true that you have gallantly fought against all odds to do your best.
Now you feel underhanded and undermanned; highly stressed and under duress.

One Biblical character was tried so severely that he cursed the day of his birth. Few of us ever rise so high as he, and fall so low.
Fewer still are those who, after falling severely, rise to the top again.

Are you aware that life does not know you from any other mortal?
You are feeling that your life is entangled in a web of troubled seas.
But is it not also true that, for one and all, the sun rises and sets; 
Moreover, the path of the Sea’s waves is mandated.
The Ocean tides, high or low, are not rushing randomly; but their Maker orders their place of halting; and most often, they come like orchestrated music, flowing slowly to the shores.

Most meteorites are burned in the atmosphere and tsunamis are rare.
Still, we battle many adversities, find the grace to be grateful, and rebuild after ferocious disasters. The forces of nature push and pull; and the winds of life blow with abandon. Neither life nor forces will roll over and fold.
Likewise, let us also fight on until the bell tolls.

Whether we grow weak and old, through the heat and the cold;                    whether through sickness and health, let us remain focused and bold.
Whether rich or poor, the gift of life is better than gold.
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Premium Member Sovereign Orders

Having been mandated by the Sovereign Commander*
we, His church, in the power of the Holy Spirit are ordered to:
win the lost toward His way by His love
warm the cold and weary brethren with His grace
warn the skeptic unbelievers thru His Scriptures
wake up from slothfulness and fruitlessness
watch vigilantly for His coming
waver not in our biblical faith 
worship Him in spirit and in truth!!!

*Matthew 28:18-20 And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.  Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen. 

April 30, 2019
Form: List

Premium Member Sid's Green Grass

For nearly 40 years,
Much of Sid's environs were golden hues
and browns that are common in Fall.

Some of nature's best photographs become
so common as to be taken for granted.

The sky was still blue and the trees were GREEN,
filled with fruits and nuts enough to feed the world.
Nevertheless, Sid's once GREEN lawn had become a brown one.
The Western drought had taken its toll. All properties were
getting water meters coupled with mandated watering days.
And Sid had become accustomed to the look of summer brown.

Sid could not forget the day he set his eyes on a
picture of GREEN grass sent from 2,000 miles away.
He stared at nature's beauty and was aghast, taken aback,
and mesmerized by a GREEN unseen by him in many a year.
The best of mortal artists could not have painted GREEN
as arresting, captivating, and overwhelmingly beautiful.

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