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I listened to a conversation I didn't mean to enter
but an evil sneer sent in my friend's direction
led me to speak before I realized it was a mistake.
In defense of my spiritual sister,
and the Truth of God's Word,
I very calmly asked a stranger
why he believed the Bible was wrong.
His response was a finger, shaken in my face
and unsavory words I'd not repeat.
I shook the dust from my feet and turned away.*
But before I was able to take two steps,
the stranger continued to rant,
"You know the Bible is out of date.
It doesn't matter what it says!"
I sighed, took a breath and said a silent prayer.
"Sir, if you will kindly allow me to say a word or two,
I'll continue our discussion in a peaceful manner."
He looked uncertain, so I began to speak of my beliefs,
but he stopped me in mid-sentence and said,
"That's nonsense! I don't want to hear any more."
I learned long ago that a soft answer turns away wrath,
but a harsh word stirs up anger,** so I said, "Have a good day."
He smirked as though he'd won a victory in a game of Chess,
looking at me as if I were a loser, a pawn, and he a king,
so besotted with himself, thinking he had won.
There was a grin on his face, laced with honied contempt.
I nodded to my friend, and she concurred with me,
leaving at this moment was what we had to do,
knowing in our hearts, it's what God expected of us.
I allowed the stranger to wear a hollow crown
in which there is no honor, no triumph or glory.
I didn't say, "Sir, your reasoning is flawed."
With one more Divine inspired thought I'd have said,
"Checkmate," but it would've been a waste of time
to throw my pearls before the feet of swine..."***
I recalled, "Whoever exalts himself will be humbled,
and whoever humbles himself will be exalted."****
With enlightenment right in front of him,
he refused to see that his reality is merely a fantasy,
so in darkness he remains... His shallowness betrayed
what his heart may have spiritually enfolded.
How unfortunate and tragic it is to me, that blind ones
are concerned about nothing more than winning a battle
but fail to comprehend the reason for the war.
October 12, 2021
The High Road Contest
Sponsor: Gina McIntosh
* Matthew 10:14 ** Proverbs 15:1
*** Matthew 7:6 ****Matthew 23:12
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Perfect for Father's day, It s a repost that many have yet to see.
Happy Father's Day
~A Gem of an Inheritance~ Reposr!
Leave your family with virtues
taught, that are Divine!
A major quality called integrity,
will keep their world ashine.
Teach them to never be a sheep,
But, in all relations to shepherd goodness!
A sparkling gem to share and keep.
Above all, to honor God and learn His
teachings.
To know fully He and Only He,
is the source of all Healings.
To not speak a word of evil against
another, a most egregious sin!
All the rage today, in this ungrateful
world we live in!
Above all to share with all others.
For, indeed we are all His sons
and daughters;hence all sisters
and brothers.
Teach them they are perfect as is,
There is zero reward in all our
worldly wins!
For winds come and then pass us
quickly like a bitter, winter wind.
These values are not in 401Ks
nor big banking accounts.
The values of The Spirit?
Oh! How much more, they do count!
October 12, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios |
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date: 6/21/2020 1:42:00 PM
Excellent pen! The Spirit of the Lord is Divine and we must implement that in our soul and other souls. God bless you! Love Chantelle hugs xx
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 6/21/2020 1:58:00 PM
Thank you for evading it and commenting, dear Chantelle. You are most accurate in your comments. I lived for years as an arrogant fool being better than God. I lost much for doing that. Nearly dying in the process. I had to be brought to Death's door to get the message.a miracle I am still Alive! Bunny hugs, Panagiota xx
Regina Riddle
Date: 10/12/2019 10:10:00 PM
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Yes. God above all. He is love and will get us through anything that comes. God bless you with so much love, Gina
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/12/2019 10:19:00 PM
Gina...we are on the same page..,,Panagiota. Hope you had a great day Panagiota
David McHattie
Date: 10/12/2019 5:37:00 PM
Well put my friend. Life is not as complicated as most people think. Have a great day.
Panagiota Romios
Date: 10/12/2019 6:15:00 PM
Greetings David. Always love to hear your input. Panagiota xx
October 12 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on John 19-20
Key Verse – John 19:11 Jesus answered, Thou couldest have no power at all against me, except it were given thee from above: therefore he that delivered me unto thee hath the greater sin.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY POWERFUL DELIVERER
Lord God, You are my powerful Deliverer,
always upholding me with Your hand
Thank You for Your assurance of salvation whereupon my soul does stand
Against unbelief bearing doubts marked by accusing demand---
Here am l grateful for Your Gospel of compassion brand.
Lord God, You are my powerful Deliverer,
always releasing me from guilt’s judgment
Thank You for Your testament that anchors my redemption-settlement
Against sins and iniquities causing hell’s punishment---
Here am I adorned with Your forgiveness-garment.
Lord God, You are my powerful Deliverer,
always guarding me as Your disciple
Thank You for Your Bible truth of life-building principle
Against unrighteousness causing my ministry involvement to cripple---
Here am I upheld by Your foundation no one can topple.
Lord God, You are my powerful Deliverer,
always healing me in my brokenness
Thank You for Your invitation for me to come to Your throne of graciousness
Against hopelessness-pain and piercing restlessness---
Here am I beseeching You with prayerful steadfastness.
Lord God, You are my powerful Deliverer,
always loving me so dearly
Thank You for Your compassion that makes me approach You sincerely
Against hatred, deceit, pride, hypocrisy and lies lurking secretly---
Here am I repentant while approaching You humbly and meekly.
Lord God, You are my powerful Deliverer,
always enclosing me with Your care
Thank You for Your sanctification with Your mercy’s nurturing welfare
Against anxiety and misery that cause grievous affair---
Here am I yielded to You midst the Holy Ghost’s protective stare.
Lord God, You are my powerful Deliverer,
always reaching to me for my faith’s strengthening
Thank You for Your truths I keep on gaining while learning
Against falsities and follies that bring wisdom-staining---
Here am I worshipful while my character You are refining.
Life from down Under
Beneath the turbulent, undulating seas of one’s life,
I have swam, against the ever changing, raging currents.
Many times, without foresight !!!, towards dire consequences.
Looking up from the depths at the underside of wave after wave
rolling over me, watching many a ship pass beneath star lit nights,
finding safe harbours, for brief moments, then moving on into the light
and the arms of new adventures, journeys into the mysteries of life.
Mysteries that this waterlogged, ancient piece of driftwood fathoms not.
This piece of driftwood, not but debris left to decay upon the shores of time lost.
Lost !!!, but never forgotten in the light of day – dreams
reflecting, refracting, sparkling like jewels upon the crest of waves.
Waves that will, across this plane, slip into the body of a safe harbour
and upon sandy shores, bask in the sun light of one’s history.
History, all that is left to a lost, old soul, a wander, an uninhibited free spirit
who has become locked within his memories hoard and the hollow shell of old age.
This spirit looking through the haze of murky H2O and into skies so blue,
remembering, reminiscing, seeing from within the darkness of oceans so deep,
of what once was, of all that could have been a much different life, but was never to be.
Accepting the currents flow, even as the stagnate waters of fate, tend to dictate,
direction, they continue to wash over one as he awaits going into that good night,
without rage he lays among the seaweeds waiting for amphibians to come and turn the page.
Upon land, many gardens were cultivated, planted with millions of seeds.
Those that blossomed gave some beauty that lingered on among the many weeds.
Voids were filled, moments were given freely, life was lived and in the end filled needs
After all is said, that has long been done, the journeys, the adventures, in spite,
were one hell of a ride and now all is said and done, one cannot hide, wrong or right
in all that has been integrated, has become nourishment for all, this old soul just had to feed.
B. J. “A ” 2
March 31st, 2019
Resurrected from the dust,
Revisited, Reviewed and Revised
October 12th, 2019
It was Halloween night,
and all the kids had come trick-a-treating in their costumes, some cute
and some scary. I had a good time passing out the treats with my cat,
but there had been no kids for about an hour. I went out on the
porch to blow out the candle in the pumpkin head. A cloud passed over
the full moon and it made everything look eerie.
(I was startled by a scream.)
It seemed that I,
was dreaming the moment my head touched the pillow . . .
Many weeping people,
had come to the funeral with flowers, Oh, the red roses were beautiful
and the lilies divine. My dress was the softest rose pink chiffon
and all wispy. The visitors were talking together in low voices.
They said, I looked lovely and I wanted to smile but could not.
It seemed my pink lips and mouth were sewn shut.
And my hands were folded on my chest and I was holding,
a rosary. Odd, I do not recall owning a white pearl rosary.
Then, suddenly,
all the people left and I was alone in a dark cold room I did not know.
Well, I thought I might as well get some sleep in this dream, so I tried
to close my eyes and realized they were sewn shut too. Oh, I hate this
dream and I struggle to leave it, but could not. Soon the visitors are back
with their sad smiles.
They kiss my pale cheek,
and their tears fall on me. Then, they close the lid of my coffin and I am
being carried away. I hear everything, the prayers and songs, the weeping.
Oh dear Lord, I want to wake up now please. I am so afraid.
I feel movement like wheels beneath me. Turning and twisting and I
sense the tranquility of the cemetery and I can smell the grass.
(I am home) . . .
The door of the,
family crypt is closing and I am screaming, don't leave me
here, I am alive! Or am I? I am not sure anymore if this is a dream.
____________________________
October 12, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/Halloween Night
Copyright Protected, ID 16-838-803-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonyn.
For the contest, Halloween Night
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
you say you’d wait one thousand years for me,
well, I’d wait ten thousand more for you-
for we are one and together we’re free,
o, my love-
if you only knew-
I’d wait ten thousand more years for you
seventeen years of loyal vows sworn
under the autumn sun,
with none you by my side-
believing in a love so rare,
for no other could ever compare
can I take your hand in strength like you have taken mine?
will you accept that I promise I am more than fine?
for you have rescued me from myself once again,
and I shall repay you with gratitude from my pen
no, you may not be a famous poet,
but your touch heals (don’t even know it)-
when I need compassion, you show it,
when wounds bleed pain...you sew it
wealth without love bears no riches at all,
for treasures of the heart mater most-
you’ve stood up for me too many times to recall;
from Detroit to Colorado,
coast to coast
you’ve saved me from myself and crumbled my wall
ineffable is the depth I carry for you,
inexpressible; for adoration I must imbue-
a plethora of hope you portray,
since I gave you my heart that hot July day
my frail mind,
you accept without hesitation,
the ONLY one who truly understands;
for the pain of death tore us,
but together with determination
and the holding of warm hands
we shall remember love’s dedication
and stay an inspiration
forgiveness shows the aura of compassion,
each time my words sore you, you forgive-
to this day we make up with passion
realizing that life is too short not to live
never going to bed angry is not poor
it shows the connection two souls yearn for,
expressing a mellifluous tune of appreciation
for YOU… the love of my life and more-
my complete veneration;
the reason for my creation
for you have given me a fairytale come true,
so YES, my love-
I’d wait ten thousand more years for you
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I love you baby
Happy 17th Anniversary!
Here's to 10,000 more...and I can't wait...
October 12, 2019
*This is a letter and poem from my husband. No, he is no poet; he is not anyone famous. He is the love of my life who adores me. Did you know that goes on Poetry Soup daily to see if I've written anything? And yes, he reads every single one of my poems...because he cares. I know this is probably not what the contest is supposed to be about, but I thought it would be refreshing read of a deep love that "he has for her", just like the contest description calls for.*
"Baby,
There are times when I am watching you and you don’t notice. It is so hard for me to explain the love I feel for you. I know there are husbands out there that love, but not like I love you. The first time I looked in your beautiful eyes, I knew I would fall in love with you and marry you. I know it is hard to believe, but it is 110% true. I play that moment in my head time and time again. I can see it clearly today, exactly like the day it happened. Those eyes have never changed. I still get chills when I look at them today. All I have ever wanted I have today…"
Then he wrote this for me:
"Take my hand and do not fear,
We have been by each other for all these years.
The climb is hard and the journey’s been long,
Together we stand and sing our song.
You have seen my good and bad,
But with you there is no time to be sad.
If I had to choose again, it would be only you,
People stare and say there are only just two.
No matter what has happened in our life,
It seems only you can free my strife.
Now here we are still holding each other,
Baby for me there is no other.
Thank you for making me your man,
It is because of you I am better than them.
Our book of love will show the way,
That the only true lovers are those who stay.
I will never leave your side,
I always knew forever you would be my bride.
I love you forever baby,
Love, Daddy"
Original date written: October 12, 2015 (on our 13th anniversary)
Date composed and posted: July 2, 2019
(Original poem)
Frozen ripples of moments
When in the hued horizon the crimson sun rose
I saw you flash across my dew latticed meadow
Chromatic glare of dawn flushed your satin face
On flow of time the ripples of my moments froze.
The glint of your seraphic eyes glistened on me
Filled the void of my yearning with your grace
Before like a spritely butterfly you could fly away
Leaving me in the debris of crumbled ecstasy.
On the wings of desire my heart soared up high
Floated across the silver-lined clouds of dismay
Dreams behind portals of rainbow I won’t close
Until my yearning could fly in your sapphire sky.
Whenever I’d plunge in the deep abyss of blue
The fleeting glow of your face I’d seek to view
Through the grey haze of despair it’d take me to
The sunburst horizon where I’d surely find you.
Posted : February 23, 2020
(Updated poem)
The sunburst dawn’s flaming film
flushed your flamboyant face,
as the horizon turned to golden fresco
in my dew crowned meadow,
you flittered like a butterfly,
my yearning poised on frozen time.
Before you could fly away far
with the fragrance of my fervor,
leaving me in the debris of ecstasy,
I suffused my soul sensitive
with the ether of your enticing lure,
flowing from the fringe of your eyes.
My heart turned into swirling cloud,
in gale of desire drifted in depression
through the arch of transient rainbow
where the dreams melted with colors,
for lasting longing to fly in your lilting sky
I will wait entranced till the end of time.
That’s when the storm of agony will abate,
and I will find you beguiled once again
across the horizon enclosed in eternal bliss,
swathing sensual sheen on your essence,
I will see it morph into a mesmeric sea,
in its enthralling depth of serenity I will sink.
October 12, 2021
Contest : Something Old Something New
Sponsor : John Lawless
Every story I create, creates me. I write to create myself ~ Octavia E. Butler
Every life is an inimitable story ...
My life is a story, yours is.
Being a girl restricted my movement,
Being a girl restricted my feelings,
Being a girl restricted my freedom of speech,
And pursuit of knowledge.
Creativity is the open sky which let me free.
A little girl unlocked her boundless imagination
When life was a prison for her.
There was no barrier when passions took flight,
Like an open-winged bird gliding in the endless blue,
In the infinity she soared high.
Became a new Me!
Glanced at myself in the mirror, stunned at myself!
Where does this confidence emanate from?
Where did this power stem from?
Pictures in front of me - don’t identify myself!
From a demure, soft-spoken, bashful girl,
Progressively transforming
Into a strong, resolute, determined, soul.
Created myself ~ with bits and pieces of joys and sorrows ~
Priceless fragments of my life.
Every story I write,
Emerges a character which is me ~ my distinctive voice!
October 12, 2020
For "Quotable" Premiere Contest (Placed 5th)
Sponsor: Regina Mcintosh
During a period of despair and emptiness,
I used to peer into deep tunnels of pettiness.
Dark and dull hobgoblins gnawed at my heart,
I've developed a strong sense of impart.
Now, each one grasps what we are withholding,
The term "long and narrow" is thrown around.
I am on a road, and yeah, it's long and winding,
However, this synopsis does not seem sound.
I would never have affected anyone's life,
Ultimately, a vast difference was initiated.
Fifty years of life were squandered in strife,
Life seemed pointless, mushy, and drab, vitiated.
Hence, it is partial and cannot reveal any insight,
Unless you say, it is an elephant that stops the sun.
Could someone testify why it was swayed by my sight?
Why would somebody do so? Should this be done?
intending to move away from pain and sorrow,
Spare me from a need for joy and not being hollow.
When I shout, "God, I perceive you apprehend me?"
A terrible desire for liberation from slavery.
One day, I was engulfed by intense sadness,
God intervenes in illustrating caring gladness.
A letter in the mail would provide an answer,
Mental peace, healing, and renewing enhancers.
God's glory drew many to live's discovery,
assisting them on the road to recovery.
Uttering them, you are keen to support the hand,
Except for being in pain and ready to stand.
My endless tears of emotional pain,
Meet the rainbow that turns into rain.
I now feel completely healed and whole,
Light shines into the hatchery of my soul.
We praise God for this marvelous breakthrough,
He restored me, and my soul got a fresh renew.
He wrapped me in the warmth of his embrace,
With love, he protects me and shields me from disgrace.
Written: October 12, 2022
ER: Enlightenment Recovery Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke