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create in me a pure heart
so that I may worship my Lord God
remove from me the taint of sin
so that I may be with Him once again
cover me with the blood of Christ
give me freedom from struggle and strife
I say the Sinner's Prayer to repent and atone
now acceptable in God's eyes to never again walk alone
create in me a clean heart
and fill me with the Holy Ghost
forgiveness for my sinful state
is what I now need the most
lead me not to my own understanding
for there's nothing that I can change
I now heed what the Lord is commanding
for all you see He arranged
create in me a faithful heart
full of belief and hope
I place my life in God's hands
where He'll give me the means to cope
I know now to trust in Him
for He always knows what's best
My Father, My Creator
My Spiritual Generator
Who'll give me peace and rest
create in me a sinless heart
Like a knife, inflicting the tragic slash
Words spoken, violent and ferocious
Intense, brutal, vicious vulgarity
Hesitating only long enough to speak
Into the spirit, breathless disrespect
Anger so vehement it feels like a fire
Burning away the goodness, the joy
With darkness that silences all hope
For the moments when two hearts
Shared the wonder of sweet love
Like a knife, directed toward dreams
Echoing loathing, aversion to faith
Reaching through gestures of mercy
Beyond the tolerance – into the blame
Where heartbeats could feel nothing
But shame, trembling phrases, rejection
Burdened by guilt, directed by condemnation
Heavy hurts relinquished all their fury
Erasing promises that had been assurance
With doubts so desperate they compelled
Even the certainties, tears welling up inside
Like a knife, cutting away all the anticipation
The possibility – maybe I’d only misunderstood
Raking back the decaying dread, the rotting
Flesh of a feeling who knew only the past
Where it had been like a whisper of inspiration
A feeling alive inside, where happiness could guide
Even the shadows of doubt, the loneliness
Embraces the blade without question
Knowing that only in death, can the answers
Remedy all of the questions, the issues
Shameful and arising out of the hearts
Who know only to turn away from the bond
Tear apart the wounds with sharpened steel
Lashing out in fury, rage that reasons with hearts
Unfulfilled feelings falling apart as they’re
Shredded by a maddened craze of deceptions
Like a knife, mutilating the heart’s chances
Voices raised, defacing even the reflections
He and she – never again to be attached
By the joy that defines love this alive, passion
Turned to gray, black dreariness and pain
Penetrating, weeping, silent despondency
Like a knife, sharpened by smooth stones
This love has grown dark and can only be
Brought back to life by grinding away the
Anger, the doubt, the feelings poured out
On lives who know that intimacy, love…
Depends on the forgiveness of every cut!
11/14/2023
She dreamt of him again, last night.
His soft soul, shimmering in the moonlight.
That night he saved her from a fierce beast,
Pounding and slapping her, was his feast!
The Prince found her, crying and scared.
Punched the beast…threw him down the stairs.
The lovely fair, maiden was able to now breathe.
She studied, his silken, soft, golden sleeves.
He will always be her knight in well-made,gold armor.
No human to date, could understand her flaming, her
her passionate ardor.
He was not being gallant, but came to stop deadly fear.
The Prince found her, in pain and never again would she
be the maiden, shedding one,silvery tear.
“This is my Prince, my every heartbeat races and
pulsates for!”
“My love for a man, with a pure soul….who could
ask for any wondrous male of the world, more?
Is this tale true, many a reader might ponder?
Oh, indeed ‘ tis so,her faithful heart from his
shalt never be torn asunder.
He, far more than another, did save her life!
He gave this Princess, a life full of ongoing
joy, absent of human strife!
Thus, she pens of their warm love, quite frequently.
That moment in time, now a rapturous reality of
their conjoined eternity!
"Covenant"
A new world
is formed in the flow
behind the tears
in a veil dropped
phenomenon
reflections through
glistening prisms
refracted through
LIGHT
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Rival Consoles – Odyssey / Max Cooper
https://youtu.be/nQyBc6cR3GQ
“I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth. I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind. Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all life."
A World Apart
You have been on my mind of late
And I am really not too sure why,
It has been such a long time gone
That we both cried and said good bye.
You went your way and I went mine
Our paths destined never again to meet
But I couldn’t stop the feelings
OH, the love we shared was sweet
You came from a different world
A world so apart from me
But it never stopped the love
I still believe love was the key
You in your world and me in mine
The distance so far apart
Who would have known or guessed
The love we both held in our hearts
But time and pain have healed us
You have a life not part of mine
And I hope you found happiness
And your life a lot better than mine.
I have not fared so well
I could not discover the way
To stop loving the way I agreed
And You are on my mind each day.
I am old now and ready to go
I remember but not sure why
You have been on my mind of late
Oh yes you came … and said good-bye
Connie Moore
11/15/13
Where I live, there are few threats but lots of rain.
However, on yesterday, as the sun was anticipating
its setting, there was a brief threat of rain that quickly
faded. As I was getting something from my car, I noticed
raindrops on my windshield. I mentally began to expect
and prepare for rain which never came, and I was forced to refrain. This was the 'rare threat' I spoke of earlier.
Shortly thereafter, there appeared a rainbow in the
Eastern sky. It's been at least three to four years
since I saw a rainbow. I have seen double rainbows
that are so beautiful and stunning. I think that all
rainbows are beautiful, but not all are stunning.
This one was far from stunning. But it was speaking.*
Most of us never get to see 'a full circle rainbow'
because we are on the ground which limits us to a
'half circle'. Notwithstanding, we never cease to
enjoy those seven colors making up the rainbow.
Blue, green, indigo, orange, red, violet, and yellow.
What we often miss or forget is the real reason that
rainbows exist. I don't mean the scientific process that
has to take place before rainbows can form. God Himself,
the creator of the universe, has informed us clearly the
real and simple reason for them. God made a covenant with
all mankind that He will never again destroy the earth by
water or a flood. When we see the rainbow, God wants us to
remember His promise. We are reminded that He can be trusted.
080422PS
*Genesis 9:8-17
Once upon a time, Billy's wife, Betty, had a boat
that she owned before they were married.
To dock the boat was costing too much money.
So, they brought it home and parked it out back.
I'd say their boat story happened about 30 years ago.
Billy later sold that boat for $500 and a drum set.
He gave Bob, the buyer, a promissory note for $300;
but Bob did not pay the $300 due as promised.
So, Billy went to him and took back the boat.
Sometime later, Billy sold the boat again for $500.
The buyer, Brad, paid $200 down and owed Billy $300.
Brad, like Bob, did not pay the remaining $300. So, Billy went to him and took back the boat.
Sometime later, Billy sold the boat yet again for $500.
Unlike Bob and Brad, this gentleman, Bubba, paid Billy the $500
and took the boat. $200 on the first sale; $200 on the second sale;
$500 on the third sale. My calculations show that Billy and Betty
received a drum set and made $900 on a boat they kept trying and finally sold for $500.
Billy and Betty were happy that they finally got rid of that boat.
Never again were Billy and Betty in the business of selling a boat.
092021PS, My Significant 2021 Poem. Beata Agustin. 5P
I was born in ’34 near the California shore,
Where life was good, whether we were rich or poor.
We moved around a lot, but I never asked what for,
And my friends came and went like a revolving door.
We lived all around the world on many different shores,
So, my life was certainly anything but a bore.
When I was eight, and my dad was thirty-four,
He went off to fight in the Second World War.
He said it was a soldier’s duty and nothing more,
And such is the life of a man in the Marine Corps.
My mom stopped working in the spring of ’44,
When dad returned home labeled a hero of war.
Two years later, when my little sister turned four,
My dad left the service and opened up a store.
I was twelve years old and helped out with many chores,
But the life I enjoyed was my life in the outdoors.
When I turned eighteen, I enlisted in the Corps,
Just like my father, and his father before.
I thought it was a chance to see the world and explore,
But, little did I know, that I was going off to war.
I turned twenty years old in the summer of ’54,
One year to the day since the end of the Korean War.
Never again did I want to see all that blood and gore,
But years later, I was thrown into another country’s war.
Vietnam was a place I’d never heard of before,
Yet, there I was, in the middle of someone else’s war.
I never fully understood what we were there for,
But I never questioned my duty to the Corps.
I spent many years crawling around on the jungle floor,
Trying to settle someone else’s bloody score.
We were losing men by the thousands, yet came thousands more,
Because politicians were in charge from a distant shore.
I got out of Vietnam in the spring of ’64,
And that was the end of my career in the Corps.
My son turned eighteen in the winter of ’84,
Joined the Marines, and moved to the California shore.
I told him to make me a promise and he swore,
To never fight unless he knew what he was fighting for.
I’ve seen enough blood and it’s impossible to ignore,
The fact that war is hell, and hell is going to war.
With age I eventually realize
How little I really need
I came to this earth
With absolutely not a thing
I’ll leave it just as empty handed
Still if I were alone
And my house on fire
I wouldn’t hesitate to grab my purse
And my framed watercolor paintings
I’d tear them right off the wall
Knowing my muse is so darn fickle
That she may never visit me again
So these few paintings created years ago
May very well be irreplaceable
As I may never again be inspired
I wouldn’t take a chance
AP: 3rd place 2026
Submitted on February 6, 2019 for contest SEVEN THINGS YOU WOULD SAVE IF YOUR HOUSE WAS ON FIRE sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER - RANKED 1ST
I wanna seek the entire universe for a Vimana Machine
One with a shiny Tesla Coil that shimmers and gleams
I'd jump to a variety of dates in my distant past
To save a handful of important people - faster than the Flash
I'd have to give up something - so sentimental to me
But I'd give up ANYTHING to be able to see them breathe
Everyone who's ever crossed my path has left - or is dead
And everyone I love that's gone, cannot fix this empty dread
I'll never again be the same - they were all pieces of me
If you try and debate why they SHOULD be dead - I won't agree
I don't care who I'd lose along the way to saving them
I don't care - as long as they're alive and breathing again
So much they've impacted - on my entire life
Taking away - but also causing my pain and strife
Everyone in your life - even family - is terribly temporary
But when everyone you've ever loved is dead - it gets scary
Anything of myself was in them - and now they're gone
And when they decided to kill themselves - I was taken along
I was cursed to be here - organizing the pieces left of them
The grieving process never started - and now will never begin
My lost pieces were obliterated with them when they died
I've given all my pieces to them so I have emptiness inside
So as of now this is all but just a silly dream -
Trying to seek the entire universe for a flying Vimana Machine