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Keep paying your dues when liberalism
packets profits from your sweat;
and don't mutter a disapproval word...
when your stomach growls for an altruism
that enriches the lives of the smart,
while yours is not considered sacred.
The horrifying screams
that were suddenly halted
by an exhaled breath are fragments
of all hope and the beginning of all strife;
they remain inside and make
your agonizing soul bleed:
don't think of possible revenge...
while smelling the stench of the blood.
It's the ultimate self-sacrifice
preventing the horrendous carnage
of thousands who cling to life,
barely making their ends meet,
just picking up their breadcrumbs
and continue the squalid living and ache
for the abundance promised
by a liar who only sought gold.
Is it possible to avoid cruel glances and hatred feelings,
not hear threats that disquiet a tranquil life
meant to be lived by all who seek happiness,
not disharmony, conflict, or insidious rife?
Is it human to break hearts and rejoice
over their grievances caused by malicious deeds?
Mend yourself for the actions that brought ambivalent moods
of distrust, why hurt others and not be punished by the same token?
Don't keep spinning your wheel...it will stop and bring you down!
The horrifying screams that were suddenly halted
by an exhaled breath in distress have retained
their fret to encounter more frightful images that prolong
their play of mischievousness among enlarging shadows,
no powerful light will make them vanish into nothingness:
there's no redemption without realizing the gravity of wrong.
instead of crunchy bread.
December 14 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 2Thessalonians 1-3
Key Verse – 2Thessalonians 1:11 Wherefore also we pray always for you, that our God would count you worthy of this calling, and fulfil all the good pleasure of his goodness, and the work of faith with power.
FAITH IN GOD WHO FULFILLS THE GOOD PLEASURE OF HIS GOODNESS
God fulfills the good pleasure of His goodness in us against every sin
As by faith, we cast to Him our arrogance midst pride’s din
While repenting from worldliness’ spin
And walk along His holiness for spiritual win.
God fulfills the good pleasure of His goodness in us against every defilement
As by faith, we admit errors with humble acknowledgment
While promising to Him our genuine commitment
And abide in His ways with joyous contentment.
God fulfills the good pleasure of His goodness in us against every trespass
As by faith, we claim what His mercy, pardon and peace encompass
While begging Him to let our distress soon come to pass
And move on by His Word as our compass.
God fulfills the good pleasure of His goodness in us against every iniquity
As by faith, we confess errors with wholehearted honesty
While seeking His sanctification’s authority
And stay in His will’s sovereignty.
God fulfills the good pleasure of His goodness in us against every transgression
As by faith, we come to His throne against attacking guilt-aggression
While pleading for His restoration’s provision
And obey Him in doing our part in the Great Commission.
God fulfills the good pleasure of His goodness in us against every wickedness-stain
As by faith, we entreat His washing from errors’ grain
While beseeching for the healing of our spiritual pain
And persevere for good testimony’s gain.
God fulfills the good pleasure of His goodness in us against every mischievousness
As by faith we express to Him our surrendered meekness…
Indeed, we cling to His graciousness
And serve Him, thanking Him for His goodness.
December 14, 2025
I love watching documentaries of nature,
Full of enchanting momentous adventure,
But my favourite by far is the ocean,
As it beckons and teasingly invites us
To look at a world we could never
Imagine, serene, silent, secretive,
Spectacular, incredible, and daring,
In a magical way breathtakingly alluring,
My heart resides with the passionate,
Who proudly, and painstakingly
Dive and venture into oceans and
Waters unknown, allowing us to peep,
Into an azure Aqualand, insanely so deep,
Where incredible species of fish and
Outrageous phenomenal plant life,
Astonish and mesmerize human life,
Never to bid us farewell,
As stories spanning eras magically spell,
Bound us, invoke fantasies back to
The beginning of time when galaxies
Looked down and with infectious delight,
Smiled wisely upon our planet
With a knowing, futuristic magnetic,
Mischievousness, enjoying it’s
Confounding aesthetic
Layers of anonymity, of underwater history
Until finally one beautiful day,
Pandora’s box opens revealing to us our
Oceans mystery.
I marvel at knowledge collected,
Intensely reported and documented,
So please don't pollute our oceans so vast,
And promise to keep such, forever to last.
He is not more than four
with the adventurous eyes of a conquistador;
he is rascal but cute,
and with his innocence my rebukes he dilutes!
Little rascal, slowly ride your tricycle down the bumpy block;
be careful not to fall off, and don't turn when I yell, " Stop! "
When I was your age, I did what you are doing now,
and riding fast on grandma's farm...I hit the biggest cow!
Cry when I scold you, it'll teach you a first lesson;
better watch out for danger than get hurt and bleed!
No Spunge Bob's ice cream at six o' clock, if you won't slow down!
I laugh when you say, " I am sorry! " thinking of your treat!
He has a sharp mind, a knock for furious things and all the more he must dare;
and as rascal as he seems, he hugs me when he's wrong...and sadly breaks down!
I am a fair uncle, and I wouldn't punish him for a mischief that he has done!
And pedaling away he gets more thrilled than a clown with fuzzy, red hair!
He is growing up too quickly by the day,
and like a rebellious grown-up...he puts up more resistance,
but if he thinks he'll get away with his childish mischievousness,
aside form being rascal but cute, in a second I'll wisk him away!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I don't excel at life because of modesty and honesty,
there are other reasons, aspects, and perceptions I decry;
my true self is that banner of moral victory I expose to anybody,
although I've been laughed at and shunned by an unsensible society.
It surprises me that the poorest
have more on the palms of their hands than the richest:
how I despise selfishness and greediness!
If folks think that beggars are worthless human beings,
they have not understood that the wheel of fate spins
and stops when all appears to be in their favor;
how humiliating is to take the beggar's place
and beg for a cup of coffee, will they give
him a pitiful look, and hand him a dollar?
Does kindness exult a meek soul, if greed overtakes
that virtue and becomes an abhorrent decision
of pure selflessness posing no subtle meaning?
Shouldn't we give generously, not judging the ones
who have fallen prey to fate's cruel mischievousness?
Can one be hesitant to read the awful devastation
on the vagrant's face and not see him shivering,
behind the tattered clothes: there's a wretched soul suffering!
I excel at love because I deem it an essential
part for a happy existence in both physical and spiritual;
lewd lifestyles may be repugnant to me in significant ways,
but they rest with the individual who has no morals;
live life abundantly and harmoniously, pity the less fortunate
and God will be compassionate with you: if you get rid of pride!
I excise extreme prudence and I don't judge anybody,
because my true self is that banner of moral victory!
In The World of Women
She passes
For at least half-a-dozen
Nationalities
Spanish? Moroccan?
Persian?
Perhaps Portuguese?
Rarely wears
High heels
Though she probably owns
Ninety-nine pairs
No fancy press-on manicured nails
Or Revlon eyelash gimmicks
Complexion perfection
Naturally cosmetic
And she is probably
A grunter and mumbler
During sleep and slumber
Feisty snorts…frisky grumbler
For certain! For sure! She snores!
Obsessive compulsive disorder
Endless errands and chores
Always exhausted, the woman Atlas
Her back pains, aches and sores
From holding up and organizing
Her complicated world
The woman who steals the blankets
Favorite hoodies without remorse
“Keep it, I have more.”
“Oh, I will, of course!”
Shaking my head back and forth
With the hugest grin
I concede never expecting to win
Up close or when passing innocent
My inner animal
Does not, will not, cannot ignore
Immediately picking up her scent
Refuse, restrain, maintain resistance idiot!
But peripheral gathers, tracks and follows
A flash of her feathers
Have mercy on me, what will it be tomorrow?
Much more so intriguing
Is when a glance is thrown at me
What in the hell are her thoughts?
Of what, is this magnificent woman thinking?
Ohhh the complicated cognitive business!
Of female frontal-lobe
Mental mischievousness
I decline to share and dare not disclose
To any living shadow, soul
The diamond thoughts you decide to indulge
Everything stays between us woman
Because these others
Are outsiders
SImple, pesky visitors
At the door
Rapping and knocking, botherers
This is a private area and floor
And I have chosen
My favorite feature about this person
Nothing physical or of the flesh at all
It is, my dear, when she
Speaks
Voice sleek, soft
The sound of her laugh aloft
The feminine manner of her talk
Like if a woman–is giving a man–flowers!
I accept these and could listen to her for hours
So let it all out dear
You have my attention
Absolute discretion
Concern yourself with nothing
In The World Of Women
All cluck and none matter
Not one of you will be heard but her
When those deep dimples give birth
To a smile and conversation
Until further notification
She remains
My earthly fascination
I've been detached from anyone, and specially life,
merely trying to survive on feeble hope,
dangling from this rough and steep rock;
I look above and another view transforms my strife.
I tried to be that invincible hero, helping others
ignoring myself and, most times, my indispensable needs;
putting others first, if they were part of my family...
as the truthful words of the Gospels brought perfect clarity.
On my last days, I'm trying to survive on feeble hope,
wishing that they wouldn't forget me when silence surrounds me,
when every delightful memory will make my throat chocke;
comfort me and assure me that there'll be a serene place awaiting me.
At times, I was overtaken by anger, shouting to bring peace
to an incident of jealousy, or an act of mischievousness;
forgive me for my behavior, and you may have called me a square,
an almost senile old man...being ridiculed for his bad manner.
Now, your age is void of knowledge, of the wisdom I still seek,
perhaps your intentions are naive and harmless;
I understand how bizarre it can be when youth is at its highest peak:
disregarding wise words that can correct your whims.
In dire and discontent, I'm trying to survive on feeble hope,
and my mission is almost complete: from a prophesied birth...
to an unannounced death, unless everyone awakens and realizes my hurt;
but if my conscience is righteous and pure, wouldn't Heaven pull up my rope?
If your coming into life
won't be of any good to others,
your presence is so worthless;
your sight is bleary
and your senses are blunt;
you may be tumultous as the wind,
be derisive,reckless and noisy...
lawless and imprudent in you hunt,
but what you capture is your own kind!
I like to see the good things prevail
over the ones that cause dispair;
I value life in all its beauty,
to strenghten the confidence in my creed...
All mending has to be done
before death and darkness arrive
with the hunger of a swine;
they'll take, without prejudice,
anybody who seeks solace...
and if mischievousness or mirth
tries to buy your way out of it...
your punishiment will be imminent!
There are many risks that should be avoided,
the ones that impair your judgement;
caution and wisdom promise a longer life
and make your living absolute;
prayers are not to be considered
as futile as an imbecile's laugh...
to imply that your presence is so worthless!
The forest's hill is high,
not rocky,infertile or steep;
colorful and fragrant flowers
adorn its grassy slopes without gleam,
breathing among the fallen trees
as the ravens scrutinize and sigh...
My warm forehead is sticky,
and ready to drip sweat;
it's almost the end
of July as I observe
a brisk,yellow canary
seeping the pond's misty
and stagnant water laying beneath
the huge branches of a white oak...
Some raindrops hit my uncovered head,
I look up the the hazy sky
for sure signs of unpleasant weather
to end the unaccomplished task
of exploring nature in all its wonders
and strange mischievousness;
but despite the sensed danger,
I continue this very short jeourney...
Oftentimes I have ridden down
this bridle's path,where alone,
I have wittnessed changes in scenery:
gliding green tree-tops invaded by sunlight,
so brilliantly enticed by mistery,
and visible from the blazing sky...
My curious glance extends to the very end
of the stupendous and dense forest
to capture the shining rays of light, at noon,
penetrating deep through patches of blue;
and unlikely the trails of falling stars that
hold our breath in inspiring awe and fade,
they awaken a sense of wonderment
and admiration for such an enlightenment...
The full moon followed us here, there and everywhere with its madcap mischievousness, but brought us home safe and sound. — poet
Pleasure of pleasures to be home.
A pleasing treasure of the front door.
Opening, stretching, seeking solace.
Practically diving inside, turning
the faucet back on; releasing air
conditioning and oh…oh…the joy
of the showering spray, removing
the night before, the morning after
from Delta delays. Oh the laze…
did I say the laze…oh no no no…
working to unpack, just to wash
and refill the suitcases. Laboring
for a reunion in Atlantic City.
Mercy and mercy and fun, fun, fun
in the Jersey sun and buffets too,
and much talk talk talk…until
our threshold greets us again
with a chummy slap on the back.