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Is that enough
proof to show you that you’re beautiful inside and out?
How can I show you that I’m captivated by my love towards you?
How can I prove to you that you’re a great deal?
How can I wipe away your tears – twinkling blue?
How can I express how lovely you look? – It’s true
I’m being serious and straightforward definitely –
our love is pure and so much more…
our love will endure forevermore…
our love is real and it’s a splendid deal…
our love is unreal…our love is made of steel…
Our Love is oh so surreal
You melt my anguish away…
Our love can heal a broken heart
You nurture me in the month of May
You throw away winter’s dismay
Our Love burns on…and its warmth shrouds us with love
Our love takes wing…like a divine, elegant dove
Adoring fruitful flight –
What a sight…what a delight
Put to death the heartless night
And fight the good fight
As my mother would say
every now and then
she always turned the night to day
But, she’s not here with me again
Why would she not visit me in the month of May?
Didn't she promise that she would give me a call today?
Our love’s a sturdy, majestic ship,
Revealing its glory and producing fellowship
Our love sprouts with everlasting grace and ecstasy
A zealous grace that won’t sink down to the bottomless sea
Put a ring on your finger and soak in my mournful, ravishing rain
Love me in a flattering, relishing way
I place a vase of ferns and daisies on your window pane
I send you my love as I begin my journey today
I pray to God that the dawn will blossom
In the month of May,
Pushing away the doubtful, dismal clouds…
making me feel numb
Making me drink in regret and disarray…
May 12 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 60-62
Key Verse – Psalm 62:12 Also unto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy: for thou renderest to every man according to his work.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR RENDERING TO ME ACCORDING TO MY WORK
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s diligence
Ever regarding my earnest obedience
While forgiving my impudence and impatience
Every time I come to You for Your revival prevalence.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s fervency
Ever upholding my faith’s persistency
While correcting my laxity and leniency
Every time I come to You for Your mercy.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s feature
Ever rewarding my service-gesture
While recompensing my sacrifice of submission-posture
Every time I labour through Your strengthening nurture.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s earnestness
Ever blessing my steadfastness
While attending to my performance along faithfulness
Every time I depend on You for Your helpfulness.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s commitment
Ever equipping my involvement
While enabling my dedication’s achievement
Every time I trust You for Your encouragement.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s fruit-bearing
Ever satisfying my productiveness’ rearing
While increasing my soulwinning harvest with love’s caring
Every time I beseech You for Your gearing.
May 12, 2022
I walk along the slippery shore.
of the shingled beach
that welcomes the inland sea.
The sun rises slowly in the east,
lighting my way amongst
the small rocks and drying seaweeds.
There is a lift inside me
that nurture enthusiasm.
Peace and quiet reign around
disturbed occasionally by the barks
of sprightly dogs that race upon the sand,
the squawks of gulls gliding gluttonously
swooping down for their repast.
I look with sympathy on other walkers
on the beach. Thus, I meditate,
a marvellously therapeutic exercise.
Who am I, Lord, to deserve all this?
The quiet meditation calms my mind.
lowers my blood pressure,
a spiritually potent release.
My mind is tranquil,
I know who I am,
my soul is happy.
You dance in colours
Your dance is the dance of nature
Your beauty is like converging wings in contours
And succulent nectar you slowly nurture.
The bees come
Humming their persistent greeting
The butterflies come
Converging in sucking meeting –
Like young lovers
Into your secret bed their fangs nuzzle
Yet these lovers
Because of your nature did puzzle.
Gentle rose
Why did mighty nature
Hold you up to ridicule?
Blooming rose
Why did brave nature
Create your riddle?
That when beauty is the ripest
Then becomes beauty the saddest!
That when life is the sweetest
Then becomes life the shortest!
Into Young Womanhood
this glorious role, sans
helping beget and nurture thine first born
three day shy of Christmas 1996,
fills thy being
with joie de vivre and doth add dorn
more resplendent than any horn
of plenty, and aye can only imagine
more precious than fine spun gold
ah...how this papa doth recall,
when he didst hold
and/or swaddle his edenic bundle of joy
and taking stock,
how she (christened
Eden Liat) didst mold
herself into an autonomous offspring,
rarely receiving a scold
cuz, she most times seemed well mannered
and infrequently told,
and thus said benevolent prized progeny
required no special programming nor app
even when a child, adolescent or,
latte (sipping) teen,
this genetic bounty evinced
laser like thinking
with a custom made thinking cap
although...yes, (there erupted a verbal flap
toward the missus or me,
(the latter and former
markedly differed asper child rearing,
which unseen rift
engendered a figurative gap
mollycoddling, holding, consoling,
et cetera distraught daughter on me lap
which cradling, fas incubating, rocking...,
which oft found
this biomedically cherished baby taking her nap
twas at such poignant bonding moments,
aye DID NOT decry the parent trap,
thus now, special "gifts"
with bittersweet motions bespeak
as tears (viz - ode to joy)
stream down each stubbled cheek
this middle aged grown man,
doth recollect with embarrassment
how as a teen thyself as classic "geek"
whereat mine demeanor extremely meek
AND let NO chanced avail
for one to take a peak
and now...unstoppable
grievousness awoke,
oh no...nothing un speak
or print able did occur only a human weak
ness, when thine voice
un-necessarily raised yet,
blink back moistened
slightly crowsfeet darkened eyes set
tills within this intelligent
well read and let
hard bloke accepts the "circle game of life"
...listening to thee
beautiful, charming, exemplary dulcet
an em ma nant treasured
valuable accouterment tummy life...
YOU BET!
Assured by the Almighty, I wish to abide always in His authority
Blooming beautifully in His blissfulness’ bounty.
Cared for, I wish I could constantly convey compassion
Delighting the Director Who drives my divine devotion.
Enabled through Christ toward extra-mile engagement
Faith-fervency is my wish to fortify stewardship fulfillment.
Geared by God for good works’ graciousness greatly
Healthy heart of my body wishes to excel in helping hopefully.
Instructed by Scriptures, despite infirmities, to keep on inspiring
Jubilant wishes jolt out vain jests and inhumane jeering.
Kindled to know more from the Sovereign of His kingship
Love-wishes of mine lean toward His light-filled leadership.
Marveling at the Master’s moves midst His magnificent might
Nourished soul* is what I wish through His nurture day and night.
Offering to me reaching-out opportunities to optimize
Prince of peace, and His fellowship, I still wish to prioritize.
Quitting never to leave my Redeemer’s restive quietude
Revival is my wish rejuvenating spirituality’s rectitude.
Settled in the Saviour; in His sufficiency I’m satisfied
Triumphant thanksgiving is my wish to have, all the time, testified.
Upheld unto godly undertakings --- unlimited
Vision heavenly --- I wish to vouch my vows --- victoriously-vented.
Working of the Holy Spirit I wish and pray not to wane
‘Xpecting for miraculous wonders only His ‘xcellence can ‘xplain.
Yearning to please my Creator Who welcomes my “yieldedness”
Zealous am I to live for Him, wishing for His favor’s zestfulness.
*3John 1:2 Beloved, I wish above all things that thou mayest prosper and be in health, even as thy soul prospereth.
January 16, 2020
(ABC and Abecedarian with couplet and alliteration forms.)
6th place, "What Are Your Wishes" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 1/23/2020.
I feel and see your love—
how you tend to the world
that too often withholds return—
how even in your own storms
you reach outward,
checking the pulse of others
even as your own pain
pressures in.
Your resilience is not noise,
not the crash of waves,
but the quiet strength
of a butterfly—
purple softness catching light,
wings still fluttering
even when torn by fierce weather.
You remind me
that care is an art form—
in every animal you nurture,
in every friend you hold
from drifting away.
The poet within you,
the self you feel has dimmed,
is still alive—
strengthening others,
strengthening me.
I may not always say it,
but your presence steadies me—
your efforts do not go unseen.
You are valued—deeply—
today and always.
None of you has died—
you live yet still—
your love carried on every flower,
every heart
you land upon.
Heaven's lampstand is in it's umbilical
surrogate station, feminine machine,
golden crystal-mobile nannying the fore-runner of the King of Kings.
A mothering stalwart-synth-work-Defender,
of the sustainment of moonchild in star-chamber.
Babe
in squirm in embrionic sac as the world turns,
as it burns.
Angel with the rainbow above it's head- stands
with one foot on land and one in the sea,
holds up the child symbolicaliteraly to offer
the last Prophet to the Throne of the Almighty.
An event for all to witness as foretold
and told again in the signs ongoing
and not so long ago.
The time has waned to wax ripened- for the harvest.
The scales in sway in their tax
of the prophecy underway.
Hand descends to scoop up from the womb
and nurture the spirit at the Altar of God,
his Throne Room, alive with activity,
where also is the four Living creatures,
each turning to see.
As the moon moves into the scales,
at the foot of the Woman
with a crown of twelve stars above her head in Leo
the Maiden of the King.
A scepter by her side and the three stars
that make it up, as the iron of the abide
the bottom line.
The Woman is about to give birth
and must fly towards the wilderness
on the Great wings of the Eagle of Vulcan
and of everything
and be nurtured for a time,
with everything she needs, away from the hateful city.
The Holy Spirit will protect her from the Dragon
who seeks to devour the Woman and the child.
...and so it begins...
June 26 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 74-77
Key Verse – Psalms 74:12 For God is my King of old, working salvation in the midst of the earth.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR WORKING
SALVATION IN THE MIDST OF THE EARTH
Praise be to God for working salvation in the midst of the earth:
Spearheading our redemption
Satisfying our souls by His restoration
Sanctifying our spiritual status with His revival
Sustaining our stewardship along His rejuvenation
Sealing our security-settlement through His regeneration
Psalms 75:1 Praise be to the Lord for allowing us
to express our thanksgiving to Him:
Constantly for His worthy will
Continually for His wondrous works
Consistently for His wise watchfulness so warm
Ceaselessly for His wealthy wellness midst our weakness
Continuously for His warning against worldliness and wickedness
Psalms 76:11 Praise be to the Saviour for
helping us vow and pay to Him Whose:
Name is great
Nursing is good
Nestling is gentle
Nurture is gracious
Nourishment is generous
Psalms 77:13 Praise be to the Almighty
For His way and in His sanctuary of:
Mighty power
Merciful pardon
Marvelous peace
Miraculous provision
Magnificent providence. Amen!
June 26, 2024
What causes crime? What’s the root cause?
Is it poverty’s weight or the system’s flaws?
Is it rebels rising against unjust fate?
Can social programs soften hate?
Lopez Obrador headed Mexico
He said "lets hug the thugs, not act like a foe"
Then 150 thousand innocents met their ends
And his party, Morena, made new bad guy friends.
"The breakdown of family" says William Barr
leads to more gangs, and juveniles going too far
He argues you can't make social ills cease
Unless you first have safety and peace.
Mothers in the projects prayed kids wouldn’t die,
Bathtubs were cradles when bullets flew by.
One woman spent months sleeping under her bed:
But bad ideas resurrect like the undead.
Does poverty cause crime, or the reverse?
Businesses leave danger, unemployment gets worse
A man tried rehabbing homes, it was well meant
Addicts ripped out the pipes; he never saw rent.
To give social programs a chance to work
You have to find where the criminals lurk
If a repeat offender feels the pain:
hundreds of crimes don't happen again.
Not every criminal is a good boy gone bad
Not every criminal is a rebel gone mad
Some people are nasty—it’s just how they’re made;
If you don’t stop them early, the problems won’t fade.
There's plenty of good neighborhoods that became a slum
If you clean out the crime, that could be undone.
Mayor Mamdani of New York wants to defund the police
His voters won't end up with justice or peace.
Then they'll run to Texas or Tennessee
And vote for the same policies that made them flee.
"What fools" said Shakespeare "these mortals be."
True compassion would not lead to cruelty.