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Some Christians of the Baptist persuasion
View the Holy Spirit as an optional vocation
Why do we do this? We must consider to understand
That the Holy Spirit represents the feminine woman
And not the God head man
We must never try to minimize the Holy Spirit's role
Don't fall for that deception and give the Devil any control
We need the power of the Holy Spirit in order to withstand
The machinations of the Devil and its diabolical plans
And don't think that your credentials, your deeds nor your awards
Will ever be enough to hold up against the Enemy's sword
So stop stuttering, stop sputtering and stop quenching
the Holy Spirit's power
Or you will never experience the living waters
At your appointed hour
To be that which God designed you to be
You must let the Holy Spirit run the show
So that those rivers of living water
Within you will forever flow
The Spirit is always ready to guide you
To be the best version of whom you should be
As God doesn't do mass productions
But individual works of artistry
So present yourself as a living sacrifice
Renewed and transformed
And let your reasonable service of worship
Be a commitment to which you've conformed
As God will then equip you with the instrument
That's unique to your virtuosity
Now living under the influence of the Holy Spirit
For all the world to see
One you must surrender to the Holy Spirit
To let go and let God
No longer trying to control the outcome
Letting God do His part
No don't stop critical thinking
You need to be able to comprehend
That God is God all by Himself
And we're just mere women and men
As Jesus didn't come to rearrange
The outside trappings of your life
He came to address the inner you
And show you want it means to acquiesce and sacrifice
Two you must humble yourself so that you can now envision
What God has destined for you and not society's revision
Living under the influence of the Holy Spirit of the Lord Christ
Is to be continuously filled with the living waters
Everyday of your Christian life
*Image of Me Flirting by Gfycat.
Tatiana Needed Support To Come Out
Lil' Tatiana her stomach like butterflies,
Could not speak in public, had doctor analyze,
Prescribed taking lessons and try to improvise,
Instead, the butterflies started to colonize.
Insecticides were used by helping euthanize,
It did the task but still, she could not vocalize,
Her parents told her story so to advertize,
Many had read it and started to empathize.
Experts arrived and the masses did galvanize,
For now, they concentrate just keeping localize,
They trust that this way it will help to minimize,
And help her focus, what is best to maximize.
People she knew made her calm and help sensitize,
The experts aware there's a need to emphasize,
That her mental status best needs to stabilize,
And bring to bear her priors and visualize.
Raising her mettle, edginess will stabilize,
Obstacles aside will help her to verbalize,
The lower her fears fulfill and not traumatize,
So the need to practice and do more exercise.
She is set and on her ways, all will recognize,
Placed all her thoughts and energy to harmonize,
That her realm attractively has gone neutralize,
And she will be good to come out and stabilize.
Her folks were talked out of it to not publicize,
The audience did come out and desensitize,
The conditions and all have her epitomize,
Her Shakespearean reading, a soliloquize.
2020 March 01
HMS; 28 lines x 12 syllables per = 336 syllables total
So often sung in someone's song or even said off the cuff
Thinking how they are completely wrong saying that stuff
Do you think you're coming back as only Jesus has done
I'd say that you're a bit of a quack even if it is just in fun
I'd say it's not to joke about and have everyone minimize
For so many now have doubt but many will soon realize
Your every horror, pain and need forever now being filled
Even now as time does wane thinking it's what you willed
Oh sure to hell and back and you're just gonna walk out
Yes many are on track, but leaving, now's time for doubt
Yeah no one is just stopping by, one will be there to stay
And thus the reason as to why for them we now often pray
For they haven't a clue through their own personal desire
Rejecting what God said in turn for satan who is THE liar
So the next time you hear it maybe you will come to see
For hell's last benefit is you will never ever again be free
Psalms 86:13
For great is thy mercy toward me:
and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell.
avast extent of following poem
crafted a couple plus years ago,
when foretaste of temperate weather
covered swath of eastern seaboard.
Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonably warm temperature
(eighteen plus degrees celsius
in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania)
meaning way out of expected range,
cuz far to balmy, undoubtedly
with old man winter furious
his blizzard snowbound
weather forecasts shortchanged.
Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth way out of balance,
an inconvenient truth
I haint gonna catastrophize
as bajillion acres plus
one after another ocean dries
even the skeptic cannot turn
blind eye and believe contrary lies
when every species practically extinct
and self proclaimed éminence grise
doth trumpet and stubbornly tries
to claim plethora unearthed resources
as sudden goldmine
against wages of sin
former traitor joe
(biden his time) redeemers actualize
to catalyze nth industrial revolution
teaching as heresy
ecocentric, which material basket
of deplorables power mongers bowdlerize
concurrence toward meteorological
trend most all people agree
toward adapting, experiencing,
and witnessing increase -
fair in height degree
bestowed upon Thomas Newcomen,
Richard Arkwright, Samuel Crompton,
Edmund Cartwright
and James Watt first Industrial
Revolution conferred as honoree
appellation not necessarily
in retrospect donned as noble pedigree,
now hundred of years
later downside we see
of belching, coughing,
disorging... yes siree
foul, (née deadly)
cancerous, gaseous, noxious... pollutants.
Tentative evaluation of personal standards
Enlightens and reveals possible answers
Specific visual outline reduces
Transference of explanations and excuses
Discover behavioral actions to minimize
problem areas that need to be scrutinized
Knowledge of character defects analyzed
enables change as awareness is centralized
Past experiences can be used to exercise
self evaluations for patterns to improvise
Trial and error results that are summarized
determine changes that can be optimized
Chronic, complicated consequences require candor
Warning they will repeat if there is any deceit
Trial and error is often bittersweet change from concrete
Tentative evaluation of personal standards
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Written 2-10-2016
4x4 Word Pairing Master Rhyme Contest by Silent One
Word Pairing - Trial and Error
Second Place
Taste my bouquet of paradise,
a shot of cinnamon coffee;
Daises, strawberries, and blue skies;
Unique through every pair of eyes;
My dream is a piece of me,
taste my bouquet of paradise;
Wonderment will not minimize,
if your mind can wander peacefully;
Daises, strawberries, and blue skies;
Over and over customize,
Type A hard to let myself be;
Taste my bouquet of paradise;
Through every low and all the highs
forever young and so carefree;
Daisies, strawberries, and blue skies;
Hyper hearts and wild spirit flies,
this is the vision that I see;
Taste my bouquet of paradise;
Daisies, strawberries, and blue skies.
People change, whether you like it or not; if you can see it or notice it…; a beautiful thing. People tend to drift apart. Some people even stay together; life's a mystery. At the same rate it’s not uncommon for people to be in love. It’s all too common, unfortunately, for this feeling to be one sided. Utter heart ache, pains and struggle. Daily and nightly, another love lost lust, crushed with one thrust, and poof… Dust, laugh, lie, hide and deny, but these feelings do not subside. We give up… We try… We give up... We try… Again, it seems impossible to win. We lose… We blame drugs and over populate schools. Minimize facts and simplify rules. Clear your brain and expose your jewels. Endless knowledge for all to share; singular consciousness bonded by life and treated unfair. If you change for the good, that outcome is rare. Live as one equal. For better or worse, till death do we part? In the end of it all just know in your heart... People change and people drift apart…
-Ironic Zinc, Sometime in August of 2013
Greed of all kinds, more for power n’ pelf
Drives men to play many a mischief
It enters our world like an invisible elf
Making one demean his esteemed self
Greed is like an uncontrolled steed
It might gallop in reckless speed
Any time it can kick you down to bleed
Sometimes even causing a stampede
Running after wealth is a wild goose chase
The snobbish, wealth can easily entice
Often they have to pay a heavy price
Greed generates greed and many a vice
Money is seen by some as master and Lord
Sad, they strive everyday to hoard
Even if a lot of wealth is procured
Alas, one never feels fully secured
The root cause of many a malady is greed
We witness the ills it does everyday breed
Minimize the wants and focus only on the need
Thus from monstrous greed, let us be freed
Hope is light gathering in silence until it crystallizes. quote by poetess
Granddad’s Selectric waited in dusty silence, keeping the memory of words he did materialize.
Its keys once polished, now dulled by years, still guard the faith he refused to minimize.
As a child I listened beneath his desk, hearing letters lift like prayers my muse did recognize.
His hands moved with a pianist’s grace, shaping truth into lines no shadow could incise.
After he passed, I carried it attic-ward, a quiet procession where my childhood dream did die.
Each summer I climbed the attic ladder, dreaming of stories my imagination did fertilize.
Many years later I returned, the ladder moaning, heavy with mothballs, regret, and forgotten ties.
My flashlight found its silhouette waiting, a ghost-bright outline time could not neutralize.
I lifted the cover, hands on home keys, its faded letters whispering ‘don’t compromise.’
Something in me stirred awake, a long-kept dream beginning softly to rise.
The first keystroke jammed, the second struck true, ink warming and with hope did energize.
By the third paragraph, words unfurled through me, swift as breath my soul itself supplies.
I felt the years fall back like dust, as if the attic air had chosen me to baptiize.
that part of me that once believed in stories before fear taught my voice to downsize.
And in that hush I sensed a truth returning, an axiom no silence could disenfranchise:
In truth, hope patiently endures waiting for courage to mobilize.
Gifts we bury still remember us, calling softly for us, our dreams to reprise.
Even dust lit dreams can bloom when the heart dares to visualize.
Every story waits for its moment, every calling waits to revitalize.
Until at last, in the quiet glow, I let my long-kept hope fully crystallize.
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Cream colored tulips and satin red roses
intermix fluid in the garden.
One flower fades away as another takes it place,
like croci giving in to daffodils.
Marsh daisies and wild violets blend between the hosta
and minimize the scent full of lily of the valley.
A lone white iris bloomed today, stunting the green of others
holding high its flowered head above the may-apples.
At last the hint of peeking gladiolas rise,
red and pale green above the ground.
Yellow green eunonymus glow lime green in the sun
vibrant and colorful around the bark of an old broken oak.
Wild mustard rises and bloom in clumps
yielding dainty bouquets of delicate white florets.
With this early spring that lingers dry and warm
everything will bloom before its time.