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Rare forms blare
into the empirical hot sun.
Each traced in fire,
each outlined by the crystal
shimmer of the son.
Haloed in glamour
A play of color.
Of One.
Layers of imagery in rare forms
Dare to stare, brilliant!
Into the heliosphere
crystalline forms
of pure white energy,
rare oblique symmetry.
Flare!
Infernal waves of Thermal…
Radiates, detonates,
compress the empirical sum!
White light oppresses…
The haloed sun stretches, its flares tracing
a burning thermal holocaust!
…objects blaze here and there listening!
To the aftermath, as the sun
sets into nightmare…
We worship* You, Lord … praising You for Who You are
majestic in Your radiance, verily magnificent
splendid in Your goodness, constantly present
wondrous in Your glory, drawing us near to Your altar.
We worship You, Lord … trusting You and Your might
subduing our problems midst persecutions and trials
fighting our fears by Your omnipotent portrayals
meeting our needs with Your provisions' delight.
We worship You, Lord … listening to Your instruction
truths helpful to our miraculous transformation-seal
statutes ready for our revival with rejuvenation-zeal
precepts vital toward our maturity and sanctification.
We worship You, Lord … clinging to Your promises
faithful are they like Your forgiveness, greatly triumphant
immutable, remaining steadfast with Your bestowed covenant
reliable, though unbelief within us, intermittently oppresses.
We worship You, Lord …thanking You for Your counsel
guiding us through life’s puzzle to vanquish skepticism pout
leading us against vanity’s dazzle to learn from challenges' bout
teaching us to flex spiritual muscle to build divine testimony-castle.
We worship You, Lord … submitting to Your will
perfect in its entirety for us to enjoy serenely
holy in every angle where You direct us persistently
blessed in each aspect moving us to work, while Your purpose, fulfill.
We worship You, Lord … waiting for Your coming
reminder for Gospel sharing that grants everlasting life, indeed precious
inspiration to labour, propped by Your mercy, always gracious
excitement of eternal fellowship, truly heart-warming.
*Psalm 29:2 Give unto the LORD the glory due unto his name; worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness.
August 8, 2021
1st place, "Your Favorite Rhyme Poem in August 2021" Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/2/2021.
August 6 Scripture Meditations Based on Lamentations 1-5
Key Verse – Lamentations 3:22 It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMPASSION TOWARD ME
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my misery
When I’m lonely, being pitiful and solitary
Feeling sorry as if enclosed around unbelief-treachery---
Here am I, seeking for Your love, full of victory.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my affliction
When I’m weak, murmuring over dissatisfaction
Feeling sick in battling against worldliness-temptation---
Here am I, begging for Your help and direction.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my bitterness
When I’m envious, magnifying scarcity’s emptiness
Feeling jealous about others’ resources’ bountifulness---
Here am I, trusting Your provisions of ready supply-goodness.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my discontentment
When I’m frustrated, losing heavenly excitement
Feeling worthless in wallowing into vanity-predicament---
Here am I, reaching out to Your kindness’ fulfillment.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my insecurity
When I’m fearful, trembling at faith-advancement opportunity
Feeling unable in moving forward, upward beyond any adversity---
Here am I, depending on Your strength’s great stability.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my arrogance
When I’m haughty, pursuing over earthly fame and abundance
Feeling self-sufficient in my accomplishment-driven endurance---
Here am I, surrendering to Your majesty of divine elegance and extravagance.
Thank You for Your compassion toward me midst my distresses
When I’m dismayed, sinking deep into lamentation that oppresses
Feeling depressed in succumbing to discouraging discourses---
Here am I, praising Your name for forgiving my offenses.
August 6, 2022
And the Poets and musicians and creative types
Of all description
Will throw off the yoke of the body snatchers
And bring on a thousand years
Of peace, love and creativity
But Satan (God’s Evil Twin)
Can’t be defeated forever
He will lurk out there
Until the time is ripe
And mankind again falls under
The spell of the body snatcher
Bureaucrats and corporate clones
Govbots and faceless bureaucrats
And poetry and creativity
Again is banished to the dark corners of our souls
The poet within me
Smiles
Knowing that some day
He will defeat the bureaucrats
That so oppresses the world
Someday
They will be the ones
Hiding in the shadows
And the poet will have his revenge
Until that day
He bids his time
Occasionally coming out
Taking over my soul
And writing these stories
Before returning to his hiding space
Deep within my soul
Tomorrow I put on my suit
And return to battle
With all of the other clones
Automats govbots
And faceless bureaucrats
And my poet
Smiles
Laughing while my soul
Slowly twists
Dying in the wind
And I begin another day
In the city of Washington
The center of the beast
Hell Central
The center of the cosmic conspiracy
That has lasted centuries
Man has lost
We are all slaves
To the machines
The poet screams
But is not heard
The machine can’t be bothered
The system does not compute
The anguish of crushed humanity
The system demands
More and more
Until the life within is crushed
And we embrace our enemies
And are absorbed
Resistance is indeed futile
May 22 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 10-15
Key Verse – Psalm 10:16 The LORD is King for ever and ever…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY KING FOREVER
Lord God, You are my King forever,
guarding me from persecution
Thank You for blessing me with Your great provision…
Always gear me against adversities’ temptation
Please grip my soul from vanities’ destruction.
Lord God, You are my King forever,
grabbing me from sin-lurking places
Thank You for drawing me near Your purity that cleanses…
Always grant me help against wickedness’ curses
Please guide my steps from evil path that oppresses.
Lord God, You are my King forever,
girding me to flee from lustful enticement
Thank You for enabling me to fight carnal allurement…
Always greet me against worldly engagement
Please gain my heart with Your love for my genuine contentment.
Lord God, You are my King forever,
gushing at me midst Your imputed righteousness
Thank You for prevailing over me with Your goodness…
Always gauge me by Your merciful gentleness
Please galvanize my faith upon Your doctrines’ sturdiness.
Lord God, You are my King forever,
garnishing me by Your counselling beauty
Thank You for hearing me along my prayer-sincerity…
Always govern me through Your salvation’s joy throughout eternity
Please garb my devotion with Your grace-filled beauty.
Lord God, You are my King forever,
gladdening me through Your biblical understanding
Thank You for illumining me with instructions You keep on sending…
Always get me from fear and doubt’s anxious blinding
Please guarantee my spirit by Your redemption-peace constantly upholding.
Lord God, You are my King forever,
glowing at me with Your holiness’ light
Thank You for imparting to me Your of divine insight…
Always goad me to honour You along servanthood fruitful might
Please groom my service and ministerial involvement for Your glory’s delight.
May 22, 2023
Feelings of despair dredged from the murky dephths of my past
Hoisted through my corroded conscience's porthole
Reconnoitering barge of restitution pushes despondent thoughts through my inner being
Then tows the shame and guilt of my depraved condition to mind's hatch
The murky dross of yesterday's sins seeps deep into my addled psche
The residual guilt oppresses my soul
The brackish bilge of cankerous jealousies trolls through my grieving spirit
My trembling hands grasp the anchor of remorse but slip into the deeper moor of penance
Earlier missteps have my struggling feet sinking ever deeper in the quicksand of hopelessness
The smokestack spews nautious fumes from the froward deeds of my virile youth
My shaky rudder teeters as the raw sewage of past debauchery overwhelms my senses
Sailing my sinking yacht to the edge of sanity and rational existence
Carried along by the unsettling currents of inconstancy and vacillation
Docking in the harbor of reclamation and recompense
There are times when I wander in the dark,
unsure why darkness seems to claim my soul.
I'm overcome with sorrow from the things I fear
and reminded of scripture about a valley of shadows.
Can I walk in such a place unafraid of death?
Is it the temptation of demons that I dread,
and with the strength of a three-fold cord of hope
can I turn them away? In battle can I be strong?
The world has become a sea of madness
filled with moral conflicts and mental chaos.
I feel lost in the turmoil of my consciousness,
trying to drone out the crying of external sounds,
but I hear the incessant caw of ravens screeching,
and internally I struggle to make sense of it all.
Their foreboding cries foreshadow the end is near
and overwhelming angst is a burr in my soul.
I choose not to walk in a shadowed valley
for up from its depths, I may never return.
Desperately, I search for a way to climb the hills
and leave the prison of despair that oppresses me.
I want nothing more than to rid my life of shadows,
those that burden me with loathing and abhorrence.
Time to find the courage to face the soulless demons.
No longer laying in fear as the dark raven crows
I'll look for guidance from the one who knows.
In a province exploited
by prejudiced seasons,
a minority ebony rose
is taunted by prominent
i v o r y l i l i e s.
Biased blossoms ridiculing
tones of its charcoal petals,
yet blooming in the same
quilt of soil as each other.
Soothing raindrops
never discriminate though,
as scents of petrichor
fuse with floret elegance,
nor does the sun only shine
for the privileged,
as all flora sunbathes in
the passions of its rays,
refreshed by the same
migrating gentle breeze.
Scarlet beetles
munch upon lily leaves,
whilst aphids suck
upon rose sepals.
Creepy crawlies
unconcerned with
a p p e a r a n c e,
massacre and spread
like an epidemic.
Until the arrival of
feathered immigrants,
who feast upon an
assortment of morsels.
In any garden,
birds care not for
whom they sing.
They defecate on all flowers,
aware all will wilt eventually.
Winter frost oppresses
regardless of culture,
so birds flee.
But, when roses crumble,
they re-emerge
fresher and brighter,
as their red thorns remain
protecting their right
to flourish freely under
fresh blue skies..
F O R E V E R
Creep of extremism leaches in bloodstream, numbing
Route of innate thought unpenetrated, retains nothing
Sacred to the self, - stiff agendas pose as omniscient
Obscures own findings, carves our fragile opalescent
Ignores the phosphor we all hold, outlooks pertinent
Absorbs with proffer of doctrines contract penchant
Squashed compulsion, thwarted inside tight quarter
Squeezes dry the yearn for a gyrated circuit's quaver
Penance is a method administered by axiom rations
Ranks routinely recant individual's intuition ravishing
Shrouded rigmarole causes comprehension to shrivel
Oppresses pirouette quick swing of our mind's swivel
6th March
Trip the Trap
The slaughterer came to the market
Dancing and wielding a matchet
He sang songs of sorrow;
And wrote rhymes for his victims of tomorrow.
He grabs lands at his will
There is nothing he cannot steal.
He has stolen people’s identities
In his quest to commit atrocities.
The slaughterer’s threat is real
With the devil he had struck a deal
To kill those who opposes him
For in his face we are all Gohim.
The slaughterer detests peace
With him the world is no longer at ease.
He spares not innocent children
And he blackmails his brethren.
The slaughterer swims and drinks
From the gruesome river of blood
Of women and children he had killed
In the face of the world’s hypocrisy.
The slaughterer in Tel-Aviv has gone mad
From the boarders of Jordan, Lebanon and Islamabad,
He longs to destroy those he stole their lands.
And return homes back to dust and sands.
The slaughterer’s cowardice is imminent
When he meets his match on the battle-field
He runs to his accomplice in the devil’s own land
For money and the tools of his crimes
And now that we know the slaughterer
That maims children and women at will
He calls us all anti-Semites;
A name he stole from those whom he now oppresses.