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The serpent's evil doctrine he'd tried to inflict
Tore peaceful communities assunder; causing conflict
The ghost soldiers would come in the dead of night
Taking on the evil serpent with firepower and might.
They would infiltrate the serpent's lair and be in disguise
And unleash hit and run tactics with the element of surprise
This enraged the serpent who put a price on their head
And he would pray to his god of evil; wishing them all dead.
It was in the Middle East that the serpent came to light
Waged a killing spree thinking it was his god given right
All the ghost soldiers' had to do was follow the trail of the dead
Then corner the evil serpent and cut off its head.
Offsprings of the serpent are now starting to nourish
But our civilised world must ensure they don't flourish
All nations must come together and stop this pure evil
And stop innocent people from suffering unnecessary upheaval.
Our world would live in fear but for the ghost soldier's sacrifice
But to rid the world from evil someone pays a heavy price
Some of these ghost soldiers paid with their lives
And would do it again to ensure; evil no longer thrives.
Written 24th February 2020.
Dedicated to the special forces of many nations who waged a behind the scenes war on ISIS in the Middle East.
Their covert missions' helped bring about the end of the self proclaimed caliphate and freed many people who were slaves' to ISIS.
The caliphate is no more but the behind the scenes war continues to this day.
Majestic cathedrals are erected for the worship of God,
Featuring towering spires and ostentatious facade.
Grand organs acclaim ancient hymns with clarion flourish.
Melodious choirs sing hosannas, languid souls to nourish!
Most congregants worship in less pretentious surrounds,
But the same generous blessings from above abounds.
It matters not the size of the building or its congregation.
The people are the church worshipping with joyous celebration!
Upon distant fields of frightful martial campaign,
And upon naval vessels plodding the roiling main,
Dedicated chaplains in simple settings minister to their fold,
Proclaiming just as effectively the cogent message of old!
Whether it be mosque, synagogue, cathedral or canvas tent,
And whatever the religion or creed may be the people's bent,
One thing they have in common and it will be clearly evident,
They all witness the presence of their God ever omnipotent!
Perhaps in lieu of building mighty edifices prone to decay,
Bridges of understanding could be built to keep prejudices at bay,
Drawing diverse peoples together for a common good,
Fostering charity, fellowship and world-wide brotherhood!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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August 14 Scripture Meditations Based on Daniel 1-3
Key Verse – Daniel 2:19 Then was the secret revealed unto Daniel in a night vision. Then Daniel blessed the God of heaven.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR REVEALING YOURSELF TO ME
Thank You for revealing Yourself to me thru Your favor
As You besiege me by Your compassion’s fervor
To teach me Your truth of knowledge-flavor
For my faith to be strong toward holy endeavor.
Thank You for revealing Yourself to me thru Your wisdom
As You conquer me for Your righteousness’ kingdom
To train me by Your Word of prudence-freedom
For my mind to be illumined toward divine Christendom.
Thank You for revealing Yourself to me thru Your instruction
As You lead me by Your direction’s perfection
To control me with Your sovereignty-function
For my will to be surrendered toward heavenly action.
Thank You for revealing Yourself to me thru Your light
As You revive me by Your power’s might
To use me according to Your desire-delight
For my worth to be valuable toward eternal flight.
Thank You for revealing Yourself to me thru Your fellowship
As You welcome me to Your friendship’s relationship
To nourish me with Your authority-leadership
For my effectiveness to be fruitful toward faithful stewardship.
Thank You for revealing Yourself to me thru Your blessing
As You provide for me by Your goodness’ enforcing
To satisfy me with Your supply-embracing
For my gratefulness to be constant toward worshipful praising.
Thank You for revealing Yourself to me thru Your presence
As You meet me with Your love’s iridescence
To assure me about Your promise-affluence
For my trust to be steadfast toward prayerful influence.
August 14, 2022
Sky looks, at this eventide, like an ocean of rainbows.
Has the almighty sprinkled his bright-dark contract of his sum aggregation of the entirety of everything and caboodle of his wholeness thickly on this evening canvas?
Birds fly beneath the skies like black jets with red-moon shine.
Are dust and broken pieces of the heavenly rainbows spread over hills and valleys? Grass clusters and meadows of multiple bouquet blossoms seem to say amen to the almighty moving and dwelling within the gentle breeze that carries him over mountains, seas, and oceans.
Herders walk their herds back to their byres and feed them with fodder and quench their thirst with feed-mixed tonic water.
Cocks and hens have entered their coops and have started closing their eyes as though in Zen meditation.
Hustles and bustles of the huts and corteges rise and fall like low and high pitches of harmonious concerts and slowly come to an end as kids start dosing their eyes and stop crying.
With my close-knit small family, I relish and nourish the simple supper prepared by million hands from the east, west, north, and south of my nation and brought to my table by the agape-filled affection of my family bond.
My heart enters in its inner shrines of conscience and consciousness and gently unites with the eternal spirit dwelling therein and lay on the laps of lady night with a loving lullaby of Pasithea, Huina, Nyx, and Nidra Devi, the goddesses of sleep.
cherubim movements
spirits, saints, and angels sail
peace in pinnacle
I lost myself in the smile of your eyes
And found the world around would disappear
I welcomed your arms with all it implies
And felt the warmth of your smile coming near
To nourish my heart with love so it blooms
In my realm of brighter shades that was dark
To bring to it such vibrant colored plumes
And add beauty to this life we'll embark
Like thieves in the night treasures to capture
We will steal the days and build a rampart
And drink from the cup of passion's rapture
To run with the winds the winds are our heart
Whether dusk of dawn or a sunset's splay
Gave you my heart when I asked you to stay
3/16/18
A puddle tremors
beneath the tyre's basso hum—
the firmament sunk
to pewter.
The carrier rattles: lentils, peas,
metal worrying bone.
A pulse conducts him forward.
Delivered: Client 11.
Returned: Client 34.
Address not located: Client 66.
Wet asphalt exhales iron.
An elder’s hand
alights upon the parcel—
warmth threading apprehension.
Peppermint breath,
a fissured laugh.
He smiles, tasting
the ghost of something kept.
Past encampments—
blankets breathing with damp.
Protein bars nested
like provisional vows.
Gloves saturated. Knees ossified.
The city persists.
Then—
the pavement shears.
Snap.
Night fractures.
Blood unfurls, intimate, undeniable.
Gravity exacts its claim.
The phone convulses.
Where is my order?
How long?
“Hospital,” he says.
“Leg fractured. Haemorrhaging”
Urgent: Client 12.
Order incomplete: Client 47.
The device keeps cadence
with his heart.
Hospital fluorescence.
Ferric tang on the tongue.
Antiseptic’s reprimand.
Even supine, he inventories the load.
The system does not abate.
Then—
his father’s voice, unaccelerated:
“Son,
have you remembered to nourish yourself
while sustaining the appetites of others?”
He reclines.
Pain metronomic. Motion unceasing.
Something within him
finally granted
repose.
THE FOIL BETWEEN LOVE AND LUST
Who dares me; I lust, to hold utter sway over the flesh!
I love, but can at least assume claim upon the heart.
Well, I swore that from the flesh comes the sweetest to be mesh.
Nonetheless I affirm, the happiest, that from the heart in part.
Know not yet, I lust, cares for the “Now” to satisfy the immediate need?
Cherished thee lust, thy exigency, but I love do care beyond the “Now”.
Thou slow worm! I have thus made all desires temporal by its greed.
But I love, made all desires long lasting, that shallow hearts may bow.
Reckon not yet, I lust, is fraught with wanton desires never satisfied?
Rather would I love, exude patience and curtail my longings by compos mentis.
But I imbued my root and values on this earthly shore to get my jollies wide.
Not I, genuine love, hope to transcend to the reality of the land of promise.
I lust, pride to nourish on the choicest products to make the flesh priceless.
I love, hinges on the gifts of humility, modesty and genuineness of the heart.
Acquaint thee then, with my impatience and desperation to yield awfulness.
I relent not in perseverance, but away the route of disgrace and death would chart.
Let known then, when sex precedes love is all about lust.
Likewise then, when love precedes lust brings about sex.
Wherefore i say, lust cannot be love and love can be a lust.
And therefore said i, sex brings not about love, but love sex.
By libidinous mien, even heavenly beings descend below, my influence awe!
Hail the throne of love, and all earthly beings who ascend up to see!
Away love, I detest to be thy offspring, no affinity with thee i bore!
But certainly lust, I thy mother, bore an outward semblance as thee.
Itsoghole O. Solomon
Sunlight warms my emerald
Hues, petals soft and tender
Graceful beneath the morning
Dews, where there is such
Pleasure to be treasured
Raindrops nourish my hungry
Young thoughts with sweet
Liquid, caressing and kissing
My deepest desires with a
Silent whisper of inspiration
Rich, vibrant colors of spring
Lift up toward the heavens
Singing, dancing, embracing
The morning, the evening
Beckoning the senses to cry
Fresh petals, vulnerable
Capture the sky’s azure
Delights with a sense of
Purpose and willingness
To listen to the wind’s voice
Music drifts across the
Hopeful stems, welcoming
The faith that comes from
Within when morning touches
Tenderly down, a friendly hand
Reflections of the moment
Twirl lightly through my
Dreams, breathing joys
All around my melancholy
Yearnings for the moment
Passionate promises bring to me
Whimsical sighs from the slow
Warm insights found within my
Heart, where I meet God’s word
His still, small voice – I worship
Written on 9 September 2023 For :
Personification of the Elements Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley
Water Element
With Spirit of t he Divine Lord*
Hovering over my surface,
Before creation byHis Word
I sprawled over the entire space.
Since many a million years back
Earth and air by fate`s gracious hands
Have been destined to be my friends
And our friendship has kept intact.
I quench the thirst of mother earth
And the leafy offspring she breeds
Mankind to nourish and to feed
With the aid of air since our birth.
My bed is lakes, streams and rivers,
Reservoirs and the aquifers;
With milky tears from the heaven
I often feed the vast oceans.
With ivory drops from the sky
I bless earthly gardens and fields,
Salute the lowly verdant hills
And the beauteous mounts up high.
With pleasure my flows sweep the dust
From village lanes and city streets,
Get rid of evils as a must
And claim but respect as a treat.
Every man will come and will go,
But we will ever and ever flow;
Learn to discern our earthly worth
Since the antique days of our birth.
*Genesis 1:1–2 “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form, and void; and darkness was on the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.”
Divorce is not flight nor sacrifice
It's closer to a bonfire of half of me
It’s not disowning mothers for elation
Divorce is unnatural among parrots
Parents come back to feed their young
Fledglings don’t come to nourish parents
I thought divorce was a worthy sacrifice
Not believing a court can divide a chick
No bird cleaves their own with dice
My nest has always been spare for three
Even when she moved in and I was in hers
Every twig chosen was still a rental lean
She once kept our nest at sub-zero
My tongue pressed on her icy legs
I decided to light a match like Nero
I chose to be selfish in building my pyre
Sacrifice isn’t real until a hatch divides
That’s when appreciation survives
When half of a jay comes back
Bringing cool water fully refreshing
Returns my joy with a feathery joke
Grateful now for half-time untogether
I gather straws to rebuild my future
I and home first to receive others
Divorce is closer to perspective
Nearer to reluctant ashes rising
Halfway to God however expensive
“Both of you say this live baby is yours. Someone bring me a sword. A sword was brought, and Solomon ordered, 'Cut the baby in half! That way each of you can have part of him.'” -- 1 Kings 3:23-24