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This sinner here --Michelle--
learned at St. Peter Chanel
there's no point to rebel
Life without God is Hell
Not just a state of mind
also an afterlife confined
to weep, & teeth-grind
all happiness -- behind
It would NOT be fun--
not "a day in the sun!"
no chance to go for a run
the joys of life -- done
Never chillin' with friends
too late to make amends
from Love, the soul rends
and remorse never ends
I don't know about you--
thoughts of Hell make me blue
but it really exists -- it's true
souls could avoid it if they knew
A big pothole in the crosswalk
won't disappear just cuz we balk
we have to watch where we walk
to be safe, lock, barrel and stock
To step up safely, it'd be smart
to climb the ladder to God's Heart
via her--who from Him--isn't apart
the Immaculata's sweet help is a start
Say, Mary be a mother to be now
she's closer to her Son than me --or thou--
from His Cross, He did endow
her to be a mother to us all --and how!
Mary's every word in the Holy Bible
can clear up any anti-Jesus libel
her love for all nations, intertribal
more devotion-worthy than Cybele
I hope Jacinta, Francisco, and Lucia
keep up their intercessory Ave Maria
praying till the world's end: good idea
for peace in Russia, Ukraine (& Korea)
These kids turned their lives around
with the fervent prayer life they found
their sacrifices for sinners did abound
due to their vision of Hell so profound
St. Faustina also envisioned Hell & told
to lovingly warn us, not abrasively scold
read her beautiful story and be consoled
Divine Mercy's testament is New, & Old
We have a way out, with the Lamb
(in other words, the Great I Am)
it's not too good to be true, no sham
Divine Mercy doesn't wish to damn
Ceaseless tortures? No thanks!
I'd rather join the ranks
of all the repentant cranks
giving up our sinful pranks
So then here's my advice
gotta be better than "nice"
but God's grace will suffice
to grow virtue from vice
He's the Way, Truth, and Life
He understands our strife
Urging us with Love, not a knife
Loving us though our sins be rife
There's a twist to this story
I look forward to Purgatory
as more purifying than gory
for God's greater glory
Ultimately I say: Aim Higher
God created us with the desire
after this short life, to retire
to sing in Heaven's choir
WONDERS OF IX A (2019)
Millennium is a box of wonders which crave
To get knowledge, values, principle and love.
In my satchel I have eight wonders that drive
Me crazy, frenzied, rabid. But lo how I love
All of them. Composed, wise sane and active
Never fought like cat and dog, or out move.
The first gems Radhika and Ansh, my nerve
One very intelligent, diligent, other silent groove,
Charming, diligent, a helping hand, a sweet dove.
Second are Vidhi and Dhruv, who do their give
Best, oppose, are animadvert, but most all of
Love teachers. Third Pranjal and Mustafa brave
Charming, exasperating, lovely, do behave
Cooly, assist me in executing discipline, gave
Best of them, never rude or arrogant do they prove.
Fourth are Chahat and Vishnu, tacit, cute curve,
Taciturn, intermittently garrulous but catch nerve,
One a couch potato, other eats humble pie is brave.
Fifth wonders are Shikha and Shashank, positive
In my class, effusive, gabby, loquacious, talkative
But sweet natured children, take care of AC groove.
The next wonders are Milsi and Kanan, Gujju native,
Another prolix, chatty and gabby ones who grieve
With Dwij for class indiscipline; all sweethearts of
Sanket, caring, dormant, at times quarrelsome, at eve
Spend time contemplating on their studies. Above
All is Dweesha and Dwip, short tempered, proactive,
Loquacious, friend in enemy, reserved is ready give
Their 100 percent against me with conjurer's glove,
But close to my heart. The last but not least brave
Girl is Vidhi, a Jain, reputed, calm, cute, does have
Empathy for me and Krunal. A sweet girl, will leave
Never just, devoted, staunch behaviour, an octave
Of skills, trustworthy, allegiant, harmonious dove.
In a nutshell, all sixteen are big bucks, a brown clove.
All these eight wonders with Dev, Helik, Vasu move
Crumblesome elements out of my class - proactive.
Mithil, Harsh, Sarthak are above the salt persons. Five
More are wonders driving away my talent out of cave.
I thank again most reverent Kekul madam to pave
A voluble path of IX A with such obedient constructive
Students. Guidance of Sandeep and Sushil inductive;
I counted noses, am success with method inductive.
All dandies, make me a proud, ostentatious teacher alive.
Platos dualism…
Laertius' "magi”
The most noble say we are an extraordinary event
And I agree with their logic and sentiment
An opportunity occurrence heaven sent
We are an awesome manifestation
We clearly embody an abstract incarnation
In His image complete systems of software emulation
The source energy, burning light, heat, oxygen
A flame ignites testosterone in the equation, estrogen
Essence sparks imagination, particles in circuits charging
Our sensors switched on, physical phenomenon's
Immanuel Kant contrasted it with noumenon's
A thing that is in itself sensed by humans
That which cannot be a direct observation
A world with what might be a spatial dimension
Möbius noted it rotates onto its mirror-image realization
Ruling that it is a universal mind bend
Something unseen to us and a god send
A conscience is alive and will transcend
Grasp the form of order among us, become analytic
These the concepts of the transcendental aesthetic
Leaving what’s not genuine or natural, synthetic
From experience discussions well-reasoned
Born with a formula programed and seasoned
Encrypted to crack codes to play roles in treason
We very well maintain the skeptic stance
Jesus a glitch to some who have no acceptance
But when focused and in a meditative trance
We embrace what is a peaceful coexistence
Bursting when the cosmos quest exploded
Interrelated tech terms, intelligence encoded
Beliefs of the understanding Empiricus’s philosophy noted
Martin Luther's theses, religious revolution then toted
Over conclusions that are only opinion
A servile dependent or a minion
The results will send us into oblivion
Has shown us that by suspending judgment
And by refusing speculative argument
Estimating the quality of worth and engagement
One achieves the state of ataraxia
Good conduct and the practice of eupraxia
Generating good health and euphoria
And through research and great finds
What philosophers teach and is best for mankind
Suspend judgment and attain tranquility of mind
Continued from Part 1
“Upon your knees in golden naves, while peeking through the slots,
You horded thirty silver pieces, downed a whiskey shot,
Then crossed yourself and wrapped yourself in furs of ocelots,
And danced on cleated cloven hoofs in purple polka-dots,
Then drank His blood from chalice cups with pious afterthoughts.
“You’ve treated men like mongrels chained, like little flies to swat,
By doing what you wanted to, instead of what you aught;
You’ve wiped your nose with dollar bills and paid your serfs with snot,
But when you’ve paused to preen your pride, you’ve scrubbed a scarlet blot.
“In ashes of our victories: the diamonds that you sought,
The crock of gold, the Golden fleece of bogus Argonauts -
In mirrors of your lifelessness, the evils you begot.
“The haunted winds strew leaves of time across a shallow plot
Where now, beneath the frozen stones blanched bodies bathe in rot,
Disintegrate, return to dust to feed Forget-Me-Nots
Amidst the bane and pits of pain where broken bones lie caught.
“In fields above the catacombs and tombs of Camelot
The black and withered tree of Death arises from the spot
Where oft beneath a bleeding moon you hid your gold in pots
Embedding doubts neath barren bogs where roots of wormwood squat.
“While waiting at the river Styx, in twisted time untaught,
From branches of the gallows tree, in recollections wrought,
Your soul, a beggar’s blanket, hangs in crazy quilted knots,
With dangling pearls and diamond studs mid dripping crimson clots
And gaping wounds with bulging eyes like fouling apricots,
For wrapped in chains around your throat, the Reaper’s grim garrote.”
Yes, that’s the fate of all your kind, disclosed by Wise Men taught.
But that was, oh, so long ago, by now you have forgot…
End
THE COLOR OF THE WIND WHICH IS WEDDED TO WINTER’S MUSE AND
MUSIC
What, color is music?
Is it the color of your lover’s eyes as you wade at water’s edge?
Or more like the colors you view when a child’s giggle makes you young again?
Then again, they could be muted colors…………………….
opaque in nature,
but suddenly you breathe on them and alas they glow once more
Royal colors crowned and crowded with admirers who stand in awe of hues hewn with precision
Yet if I had to make a decision
I would be urged to opine that music is the color of enjoyment enveloping this entire planet
which could be in peril
Allow the music of***laughter to echo through the deepest tunnels and over every triumphant
mountain
Or music could be the color an artiste must employ to duplicate a reflection of joy which
intrudes and reaches into one’s soul and tells you that no matter what, be content with that
which you were blessed to own,
And never fill your cup to overflow with the color of greediness or music made to grieve
Music is not, of course the color of anger or jealousy
As for me I am making music my master who advises me to do things zealously
For after all, where would i be without the magic of music in the middle of madness at
midnight?
Whatever color music is I know it’s has to be majestically and brilliantly bright
Yet cannot deafen us to all but mellow melodies
That’s it
Music is the color of a mid-August breeze
when heat un-heavies your heart and music gives birth to ease
Music is blue as that breeze which gently blew
While Mrs. Levy’s laundry sways as it clings to a rope,
suspended on the serenity of a symphony sewn of silk
Music is the color of everything built and born of beauty that belies the notion that an emotion
is nay a color as well
And oh how much music is there in the vociferous voice of one single bell
Music is the color of a hundred pipers piping as their numbers increase
Music is made when a war has cause to cease
Therefore music must be the color of peace
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
* take the word “laughter” and make an “S” be the first letter before “L”
Moon speaks from her heart:
I watch for you every morning with sad weary eyes
after spending the night suspended in dark velvet skies.
First glimpse of dawn excites me when I see you rise.
We share a wink but I never let you hear my lonely cries.
Wish that you could offer me some kind of a sign
to make my heart gladden so it would no longer pine.
If in the sky together, how brightly we would shine,
but we are Sun and Moon, destined never to entwine.
When I am all alone my silver tears threaten to flow.
I cannot risk them falling even when the tides are low.
The stars whisper, "Oh, poor Moon, she loves him so."
In my grief and sorrow, my moonbeams lose their glow.
Sometimes it seems as if there is something you want to say.
I see it in the glint of your golden eyes when you look my way.
I'd love to hang around with you instead of always fading away,
Would it place the world in danger if I stayed with you one day?
We are two celestial bodies, but lovers we're not meant to be.
Both shine brightly from the heavens for all the world to see.
Couples fall in love when they spend the night looking up at me
but we can't share a loving embrace. It's not part of our destiny.
Sun yearns for the Moon:
Your tender words of devotion give me the courage to bestow
the same sentiments to you, dear Moon. I need to let you know
I would give up my throne in the sky just to be your beau.
Each day I wake and pass you by, my love continues to grow.
I've always wanted to tell you how much I long to be with you.
I never want to leave you lonely. You must know my love is true.
But if we dare to fly away together, the Earth will be left askew.
One night of passionate love with you will have to see us through.
Moon's desire:
To have one moment in your arms is an offer I could never decline.
Stay with me tonight, Sun, and when the stars come out and align,
we will gratefully share our long awaited desire in a love so divine.
You may burn me with your fire, but on this night we will entwine.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
February 7th, 2016 Entwine Contest by: Broken Wings
Letting go seemed so hard, truth be told it hurt like hell-
letting go was just so hard, but I have a tale to tell.
The glory of my story is a common one at best-
but honestly, I’ll tell you, this was my greatest test.
Conceiving wasn’t in my cards but we tried anyway,
the doctors and test results said what we couldn’t say-
We’d dreamed of having a family of our own one day,
a little babe to hold so dear, to giggle with and play.
One warm morning in June we saw two pink lines,
a baby we would have, it was definitely a sign-
Pretty soon I’d hold a little girl or boy that was mine,
a fussy and sassy one, like daddy it would whine.
Excitement became our days as we planned for three,
I hoped she'd be a brown eyed girl just like me-
in my fifth month the doctor saw something I didn’t see,
the little girl I was to raise had no heartbeat,
oh...my sweet Marie.
Introspection you asked, so I’ll give you what I know,
I no longer had a life in my womb that would grow-
But my darkest days were to come, and they came slow,
I had to be a strong motherly woman trying to let go.
I felt no desire to live, wanted to give up and die,
for I had nothing to want or need, just to lay and cry-
I never got the chance to welcome her and say, “hi”,
I was only able to bury her and forced to say goodbye.
I was told I could not conceive so why was I so sad?
I should’ve been grateful I had the five months I had-
I tried so hard to move on, but I was just so mad,
my sweet Marie was my heart, the pain just too bad.
About two years later I finally felt the will to be free,
for it was then I saw things I never thought I’d see-
Cuz’ pretty soon, once again, we’d have a family of three,
it was at that moment I decided it was time to LET IT BE.
No longer would I have the pain to constantly think,
no more anger and blame, no longer would I sink-
I was so close to the end, living a life on the brink,
I’d have another daughter again, my blues turned to pink.
When the stillness kept me calm and I felt at complete ease,
it was at that moment I LET IT BE, as my anguish did cease.
LET IT BE
August 24, 2017
The day has begun, you are constantly on the run, the day to day consumes your mind, blurry vision.
Tedium of routine sucks your soul; you sink you sink you fret you think, Sweet whispers.
What is it that you forget? Is life so hectic, a maze of activity with no end, no regret? Is that your love life? Or your future to be? Is this how you see it in 2023.?
Tick Tick Tick time passes by, your man stands obtuse with no reason why. The lady, remember gentleman, that you have denied, the passion, the fun, the clouds in the sky? Where is your passion, your flame, where are the sweet whispers, who is to blame?
Love you for you then love her for her but never forget passion is no blur. It is simply the investment in love, the wanting, the feeling, the smile, the wave, the text, the call, the tender moments never the same. The unexpected, the expected, the passion the flame, this is love may it never wane.
You are the blanket the slippers, the comfort the man, stand up be heard, show your love take a stand, Sweet whispers.
You will realize and know that love is not fleeting but will only grow, love is repeating. You have no love in your life you say, it does not matter love everyday. You have been touched by love before remember? That feeling of warmth of torture and turmoil washed away with tears of joy as your man makes your day. Love is of a repeated existence like breathing you can ignore it but it will always be there. You can not deny it, you can not delay it, you will try to control it, you can not belay it.
Once in love or currently be, future love it will always see, that your worthy of love, of passion, of flame, of consideration, of the little things in life that always explain, that you are on my mind and you will always will be, fore that is love, cannot you see? Sweet whispers. Do not fret, nor worry or fear for love is always, it will never disappear. Celebrate love in its many ways, its crazy, its wild its passionate flame, never let it be just once a year live life large and have no fear for love is always close, and not just for a day, it is forever love not just a dream it is reality if you desire it to be. Sweet whispers….Poetry by Dean.
Holding hands with Shannon Leigh
Enthrallment consuming me
Trees flex their dusk filigree
Bobbing as if they agree
Pitch blank possibility
Revel in this day's decay
Bemused I should feel this way
Summer blooms share their bouquet
Nature's splendid verve soiree
As we bask within that sway
Moonlight glints from your clear eye
While we speak of days gone by
Tears roll as you say goodbye
Your uncle, that caring guy,
Fled this realm towards the sky
Your damp cheek feels my caress
As we share your grim distress
Calm your woe while I confess
Grave tethers dance with finesse
Faith of soul I must profess
That proud chapel on the hill
Called my spirit to fulfill
Divine promise and His will
Served by consciousness until
My father was stricken ill
Within this most humbling state
I began to doubt my fate
Circumstance wields massive weight
As I toiled through that debate
Father Tom helped consecrate
The gracious priest fell sick too
Yet defeat didn't crash through
To quell the word that sang true
Mortal fears shall not accrue
When covenant cleanses you
My last visit to his bed
Filled my heart with so much dread
I could see his fragile thread
His selfless prayers asked instead
To flee to God in Dad's stead
Summoned angels praised his creed
As my eardrums heard him plead
Dad's dilemma did recede
As if even God agreed
To favor Father Tom's deed
I witnessed a noble prize
As the life drained from his eyes
Lessons snared my heart most wise
Pride in knowing Tom's demise
Proved a blessing in disguise
When I feel my soul drag low
And depression taunts my flow
I view Father Tom's brave glow
The benign hope he did show
His sacrifice helped me grow
I watch you quiver near me
As your jaw drops to your knee
That warm face lights up with glee
Even those perched birds can see
All your torment start to flee
Surprise shreds me like a bomb
Your uncle was Father Tom!
Righteous brother to your mom
Grace shields us from the maelstrom
Mysteries collide with aplomb
Share a hug under brave skies
As gratitude forms to rise
Building to an immense size
God's charm summons a reprise
As our love flows to baptize
Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the highway sands and residues of Lot.
They came from severed cities selling postcards of your thoughts,
Though offered for a penny piece, not even worth a jot.
They mused
“How are you feeling? What it is you want, you’ve got.
The words you scrawl on calling cards: ‘I AM – the others NOT’
Shun wisdoms of the Seven Seas: ‘Salvation can’t be bought’ –
Your fathers tried before you and your fathers came to naught.
“You started out by gelding goats and then by casting lots
Of bodies to the battlefields, contorted, tight and taut,
Then wallowed in the wake of trails the dervish devil trots.
“With marching bands of fatherlands, and drums of Hottentots,
You lure your legions in harm’s way like giant juggernauts.
Like Tweedle Dum your minions come (the sober and the sots,
The troglodytes, barbarians, and mislead patriots,
The Vandals, Huns and Hannibals and seaport Cypriots,
The Japanese, the Congolese, Americans and Scots)
To vanquish bows and arrows, spears and catapulted shots
Of those who hide in bamboo huts their families, pale, distraught,
(Their withered wives with dried up breasts, their swollen babes in cots)
Who swoon, engulfed in poison darts and vats of acid hot,
Consumed by magic mushroom clouds, atomic megawatts.
“In churches of your deities, your Holy Huguenots,
Your Imams, Rabbis, Voodoo Dolls and Mitered Lancelots
Lit wicked kindled candled walls in temples (while we fought)
(Used pins and needles, magic spells on makeshift mock whatnots)
And mosques, cathedrals, synagogues have blessed each new onslaught
With prayers for pipers, puppets, pawns, your rigid armed robots.
Continued in Part 2…