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Midst counselor roles, we work with wisdom
granted by God midst faith-braced healing might
praying for guidance in our ministry
while somehow serving as good detectives
solving seemingly mysterious cases
putting an end to confusion and doubt.
We helped the lady regained composure
when she admitted the cause of her angst:
“The label I hide on the wine bottle~
has been replaced with a verse from Scriptures.
It bears this truth from Proverbs 20:1
'Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging.'”
Likewise, we let a pet lover calm down
since he was grieved by a shocking report…
“They told me of the psycho cat’s demise~
and every description fits my kitten---”
Well, he learned at last that such was a joke
To reveal his reaction fortitude.
Meanwhile, we took time to cheer a young lad
whose parents were bothered with his stories
accordingly, he would hear strange spooky sounds…
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach~
that reverberated time and again---
with trust in God, his fear for beach was gone.
Lifting to the Saviour our burdens*
we thank Him for His ready enabling
in our reaching-out pursuits with blest peace
assured of grace He constantly bestows
like having restful heavenly delights ---
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine~.
*Galatians 6:2 Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ.
September 30, 2020
Lines with "~" are from Kim Rodrigues
Warmly describes a human emotion,
understandably applied for humans to
pleasure, as it's biblically written
where the prophets of old and new
entertained the clueless population
yet obstacles hinder The Word's view.
Then and now, wrapped up in doubt
full of opinions, mostly their devices
deceptive or modify wherefrom the clout
synagogues or churches, advice is
from the pulpits that sermons rout
the ignorants who'll lose their soul's price.
One crucified along the side of Christ
asked for forgiveness before his death
was promised Heaven as his sacrifice
yet the Gospel of John kept his breath
but Matthew, Mark, and Luke spliced
the mocker didn't drink hell's lethe.
Yet Catholicism, Western, and Eastern
Orthodox, The Gospel of Nicodemus empowers
and Arabics who follow the Abraham version
except for most Protestants distant from cowers
to the acts of The Roman Martyrology diversion
was renamed Saint Dimas for those bowers.
The Word of God anointed Christ, The Prince of Peace
and the first resurrection was Lazarus' versed in The New
and Elijah's wheel was versed in The Old piece
God spake His voice, and Christ virtually knew
and rose from the dead, the advent increased
while death and birth are The Word's points of view.
Birth created life and waits for death to do its part
death identifies those precursors of sin
and death succeeds forgiveness for those who impart
as the dead will rise and breathe within
while their blessed souls rejuvenate and claim Heaven's depart,
angelic host resurrected flights for Heaven.
Galaxies of glory
Strikes me vigorously
Stars do shine
Like turning wine
You are mine like guitar strings
You're my serpentine swine (holding unto someone that's stubborn)
I am like a butterfly without wings
Darkness will not veil His illumination
Galaxies of glory is our passionate destination
Illusions of delusional delight
Is seen in your eyes that ignite
Arising agony is spiritual suffering
In the black hole of obscurity
Left unnoticed...envy glows and grows in a hurry
Wondering if you guys
Can wander off like dragon flies
Vines of vibrant, never-ending vivaciousness
Crawl...in my veins
Authentic radiance reduces me to this universe mess
Go drive in your lanes
Froward heart,
Listen please
Before you blast off
Into your rebellious space
Speechless,
I must confess
You're conveying a message of your eustress
Transforming hopes into distress...in large excess
Thorough thoughtfulness
Will delete your senselessness
Foolish fire devours my wisdom empire
Good luck, for I'm wishing upon His grace
You're my inspiration
And my motivation
Scoffer, mocker - who is the creator?
Isn't it His true desire?
Liar,
Listen to His truth and knowledge
Understand that I'm on edge...
Failures without a trace,
Give up your success and embrace
Galaxies of glories...galaxies of mere glories
And stop listening to bittersweet allegories
That is as adorable as rainbow cat purrs
And delectable, creative dandelion furs
Today is a wonderful day
Today shines bright when you say
You love me positively...
We're seeking ecstasy...
Next to sun-beaming sea
Today is going by slowly,
But my heart ain't beating with remorse or angstiety
Reluctantly,
I smile halfheartedly
Please don't stop the epic music
It's extremely therapeutic, it's so sick
I'm a true, genius writer
But, doubt slips into the heart of the poet...
I'm like a black widower -
Envy, gluttony and hatred left me with regret...
I have nothing to lose
You have to choose
The light side of me
Or the dark side of me...
Because you'll finally see...
That I'm not perfect, baby
Don't believe in dreams
Dreams are for fools
Like a moth drawn to the light
You will be soon drawn, consumed
What you need to believe is reality
And what can you do it today?
If I don't see it, don't convince me of it
because it ain't there
The same thing can be said
for seeing that are but they aren't
Don't believe it
Lest you turned into a mocker
And be mocked
Less about that
You will see it one day
Dreams are for dreamers
And they will stay like that - dreams
Don't want to knock you out into reality
But it is what it is
Just dreams
And just dreams
:) said my piece
Will stop for now
Unless I feel like preaching
But I don't
I am preaching to a choir
You guys already believe
My fault
I am gonna get going here
Dreams... forget it
Yesterday is gone
Today to run
Tomorrow will wait
also to smile at
the veteran mocker
or the jubilant joker.
But tears of a clown
always to roll down
with heart beats of the joker :
A veteran mocker.
Dull days are spent by the Joker.
A veteran mocker
amusing the spectators
hiding his tears
flowing continuous
with each heart beat
making himself fool simultaneous,
showing himself ridiculous.
It's his job
none to listen his heart throb :
always to be ridiculed by mob .
Tears of a clown
rolling down
in opulence ,
intense or immense
yet hidden
as forbidden
to express !
His strain and stress
Sin’s Cure
Curtis Johnson
Been around since the beginning of time
It’s older than Methuselah and all mankind
It has concern for neither your life nor mine
It’s often aggravated with a little mix of wine
It’s irresponsible for leaving destruction behind
It might strip us of food, shelter, and every dime
To be dislodged cost a pretty toll
It’s deep down into the human soul
It’s stronger than a wild bull
It’s desires are never full
It can be a mocker,
and also a shocker
It may be as scarlet,
or red like crimson
It can become as wool,
or even whiter than snow
With a touch of The Carpenter’s blood,
love covers sin like an overflowing flood
cj09242016 PS
Have not thee raised thy ugly self
A killjoy upon life's shelf
So much that thou art truly known
By both the young and grown
Thy rays a burden to my face
Which bringeth forth no grace
To raise me up from peaceful rest
Thou inevitable night pest
For so long cease not I to wonder
Why thy twelve seem longer than your brother's
A curse art thou upon my head
To bid me farewell from my comfort bed
Thou bringest forth heavy heat and sweat
A burden to my cold peaceful earth
I like to dream and doth dream big
Of riches joy and peaceful hymn
But dou like a troubling pinkish pig
Crawls up the sky
to incomplete my dream
Grown have I to learn that I must lay
With one eye partially opened
Awaiting the curse that men call day
A mocker of my midnight bliss
Though I wrap me up a thousand times Avoiding me thy yellow shine
Yet ye travel still through countless miles
To disturb these sleepy eyes of mine
I hate thy intruding jealous hands
A splitter of lovers apart
I hate thy burning golden eye
A burning flame that melts my heart
Again I hate thy yellow rays
Bringing me boring endless days
If asked was I why hate me thee
I hate thee for killing my dreams ...
Last good days of innocence
He did came
with no trace
with no chain no fame
no frame or mark of true repentance
In skeletons of liquid pawns
carved in satirical steer
Streets bubbling
enchanted in silence
men wailing,
choking, bundled like sardine
strong drink is a mocker
loneliness is a gradual death
hunger is a conquerer
of this earth
men quarantined
Khaki with arms walking
watching and searching to fight
disobedience
but men can't eat air,
hunger In the street lurks.
At night
men Of the underground
with silence they scatter
they ransack every nooks
and crannies women wrapper
opened lock wildly
from her Can of safe
are cowries bugle
she screams in pain
but to nobody
Innocence is to innocent
boys gone to obtain
for the belly
pockets must open
sachets
must be broken
with the matches
"Good she "gone bad"
Hunger don't taste nice
innocence is a title
men locked inside
with chains of fear
can't decide
what this tide wears
they stretch run with their eyes
while standing here with their feet
looking like a lion on a pouncing game
preying an antelope to eat
loud streets wraps in pretence
mosques sits quite
Churches gone with God in trance
clubs eat boredom as diet
Cono!! what have you done
to men of the west
confidence in them is gone
to den
conscience has fallen from
thier pockets
Innocence is a title
they tear the streets
from house to house
bungling every safe to feed
feed from the ruins of
the skeleton of the liquid pawn
23/4/2020
Pick -A- Title , Volume 16-free verse 2
Last good days of innocence
Edward Ibeh
Mockingbirds Are Noisy and Aggressive
By: Miracle Man
July 19,2021
Sunshine peeking through a mottled sky,
painting a picture on parched ground.
A Mockingbird intermittently flutters by,
and from its repertoire a familiar sound.
A mate remains busy preparing a nest,
our red honeysuckle, is their spot of choice.
Fending off trespassers, not to be dispossessed,
while sampling me with its singing voice.
When a squirrel leaves a tree and is aground,
the Mocker dives and pecks until driven from sight.
With the male mocker you don’t fool around,
it makes the squirrel chatter, from affright.
It is said that an adult male mocker,
can make 200 different sounds.
Whatever shall become of me
I know that God has a Hand in it
I shall not glory
As He is glorified
I shall not be dampened
As He is the lifter of one's spirit
I shall not bow
As He is the only One who can make me bow
And only for Him
I cannot show down
As He said "do not dare me"
Did He say that?
Many times
To me
I shall not bear
As He said "leave the burden on Me"
I shall not see, hear anything that is not of His guidance, spirit
I shall trot, walk
in faithful waters
And not getting my feet wet
How do I do that?
I shall fly high and wide
Like an eagle in the sky
And spread my wings
As He is with me
What more can I share?
I shall do, sew, make the crooked place smooth
Ahh I cannot do such thing
But He can
I shall moo, boo, woo
Nah
None of the others
But I will be shooed
As God does not make the mocker out of man
So I will learn
And know that He is the one who is God
Do I know?