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Technology controls us all over
but remember when there was none
life was seemingly so much easier
looking back why did it so turn
We like always to communicate
by whatever means we can
but is our tongue not more useful?
especially face to face with your clan
When you've got locals of friends
on your Facebook page or whatever
they're really so artificially false
failing completely to deliver
Life went on these years ago
not depending on all that hi-tech
slower pace got you there ok
even when it's a fairly long trek
So technology is alright I suppose
in its place not overtaking our time
what would our ancestors have thought?
maybe thought I'd rather be in my prime!
(Just some thoughts on the modern control upon us of technology and all things modern.)
Loaded with Providence compassion
Offering pardon of eternal redemption
Valuable along unlimited mercy’s exhaustion
Enriching is God’s love* paying wages of transgression.
Optimizing eternal grace with overtaking blessings
Father’s love abounds against hatred’s oppressings.
Goodness of the Lord upon His generosity’s greatness
Opens us to His heart revealing His faithfulness
Driven by His peace-blissfulness.
*Romans 5:5 …The love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.
June 1, 2019
Everywhere I look all I see is death,
Staring deep into the eyes of death.
Look deep into the grim reaper’s eyes,
The blackness is overtaking my soul.
A creepy figure watches me sleep,
Pennywise smiles within my dream.
Trapped within a forest of trees,
Its grip so dense it’s hard to breathe.
No knowing what’s hiding in the dark,
Hiding within the mist leaving marks.
Thunder and lightning rumble and flash,
Like instruments with a bang and clash.
Daylight shatters in the blink of an eye,
Like dropping a vase from way up high.
Chucky watches over from the nightstand,
Ready to make you run and jump scared.
Come with me to my little garden.
PUMPKIN plants I never planted,
glowing with yellow blossoms,
Are overtaking my garden plot.
My little garden measures 8 x 24.
I'm not trying to compete nor compare.
My little garden is not labor intensive,
But it provides me great mobility.
I clip pumpkin plant leaves so that I can see.
The GREEN PEPPER plants look okay,
But I'm worried about the CUCUMBERS
I planted that I have yet to see.
I was surprised by a WATERMELON
plant that came along voluntarily.it's
The SWEET PEAS are coming along,
And it seems they feel right at home.
The BEETS and HEIRLOOM TOMATO seeds
Have begun to burst through the fertal soil.
The sweet RED ONIONS are doing just fine.
We'll be eating the LETTUCE in a few days.
One rare night
fell
midnight blue
as a multitude of stars, like lofty thoughts,
pulsed with light,
confessions from
the depths of twilight’s essence - sky.
The poetess, ensconced in her small room,
reached down
deep inside
her soul of indigo.
Immersed in the profusion of her thoughts,
she felt compelled tonight
to search for only those that shone. . .
Ignoring a collage of ideas
which summoned disillusionment
or inspired remembrances
of bitterness and pain,
she moved a pen across a journal page.
Words upon words radiant with hope
began to flow. . .
As eventual as the overtaking of
the poetess’ rare night by morning’s dawn,
completion of her work had now arrived.
Surprised to be so pleased,
the poetess discovered that all the while
she had been
delineating stars.
3/3/2011
For Mark Toney's the '2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 22' Poetry Contest
Like a can of pop overflowing,
Pent up emotions in me overtaking,
Old feelings saturating the newest feeling,
Afraid of when the table will start turning.
Like the cola soda covering
A table in which I am patiently waiting,
I am as usual finding my feelings confusing,
This metaphor is staining my well-being.
Like the cold hard thin metal lining,
I am lost again in my own mindscaping,
Chill to the core despite my inner shining,
Thanks to the sacred herb I was smoking.
Like my favourite drinks I'm always drinking,
Always recycling every thought and feeling,
Just so I can avoid telling everything,
Yet still hoping someone sees I need saving.
February 15 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 9-10
Key Verse – Numbers 9:23 At the commandment of the LORD they rested in the tents, and at the commandment of the LORD they journeyed: they kept the charge of the LORD, at the commandment of the LORD by the hand of Moses.
HEART THAT RESTS IN THE LORD ALONG LIFE’S JOURNEY
Our heart rests in the Lord along life’s journey as we pray…
Yes, to pray without ceasing while in His plan we stay
Through His answering grace of no delay
And satisfying provisions along servanthood’s way.
Our heart rests in the Lord along life’s journey as we stand…
Yes, to stand for Scriptural principles’ demand
Through His upholding hand
And guarding security midst worldly band.
Our heart rests in the Lord along life’s journey as we go…
Yes, to go toward His will where we spiritually grow
Through His nourishing Word that makes us divinely glow
And nurturing love from where His blessings flow.
Our heart rests in the Lord along life’s journey as we fight…
Yes, to fight against unrighteousness and its sinful blight
Through His strengthening might
And assuring battle-victory of truth and light.
Our heart rests in the Lord along life’s journey as we labor…
Yes, to labor in His work of heavenly endeavor
Through His overtaking blessings midst ministry-rigor
And refreshing rejuvenation of comfort’s succor.
Our heart rests in the Lord along life’s journey as we worship…
Yes, to worship Him while in blissful fellowship
Through His delighting presence in His offered friendship
And compassionate leadership in our stewardship.
Our heart rests in the Lord along life’s journey as we share…
Yes, to share His love that grants eternal salvation welfare
Through His redeeming blood with His sacrifice so great, not just rare
And glorious future beyond evil scare.
February 15, 2026
Since childhood,
as alexithymia struck my soul.
I kept all my hopes a secret,
hidden in a bucket of unshared dreams.
I kept my soul sweet like marshmallows,
but life has finally caught up with me,
Like a fast car overtaking recklessly,
leaving me behind in the slow lane -
and I'm running out of fuel.
I'm a vehicle of flashbacks from flashlights,
fatigued from embracing the old,
preparing for freshly brewed emotions.
Yet they deprive me at every dawn,
as new beginnings are always challenging.
Suffocating in this silent selcouth slumber,
life tries to call my bluff, when it knows,
I am the master of my masquerade.
My soul pleads with fate to usher me with belief,
but I can see death at my doorstep,
creating intrusive insecurities like termites,
eating away at branches of my sanity,
feeding upon my ordained Orphic glory.
Emotions are an interior mechanism,
so many remain fooled by my exterior,
but I'm tired of searching for salvation.
You who claim to love me,
gift me a scented candle made with your hands,
so its sentimental scent can bring me peace.
Take me to a place without a name,
without a label,
without judgment -
without suffering.
Unchain me from jeapordising January jitters.
Free me from meandering in misty meadows,
which have misplaced me in foggy morning sunshine -
bring me clarity.
These are not random thoughts, random poems,
because my ink is tired from trying to find new metaphors,
to supplement an abundance of alliterations,
portraying humble happy horizons.
Love can be a false emotion,
when we yearn for reciprocal ravishing redamancy,
but when was love ever equal or even fair?
I have no resolutions, just to breathe with ease.
Sometimes love's presence made me feel aesthetic,
but sometimes a badly drawn self portrait.
You can stay or leave, but do come back,
hold on, but not too tight that it chains my wings.
When I ascend, please, miss me,
so my spirit flies back to you.
Can you not see the irony?
We accumulate many reasons to die,
but search for only one reason to live.
Ask yourself which oxymoron are you?
Dying to live or living to die?
*Alexithymia
A person's inability to recognise or describe ones own emotions
* Redamancy
a love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you; the act of loving in return
Bouncing up with gratitude
my heart leaps midst jubilant beat
rising to praise God* for His blessings
overtaking me this New Year.
Propelled by the Holy Ghost
my faith strides steadfastly
ascending along trust’s push
to triumph midst obstacles.
Advancing the Saviour’s kingdom
my spirit promotes righteousness
surmounting hatred with His forgiveness
gripped by love’s transforming drive.
Plunging in prayer to overcome gripping selfishness
my soul serves the Lord with His might
reaching-out to others in compassion
lifting the needy, propped by care’s zest.
Vanquishing skeptic doubts
my mind hurls negative thoughts
to prevail through Scriptures’ assurance
and zoom toward worship bliss.
Empowered by Christ Who leads
my life accelerates in His control
since He upholds me by His grace
hoisting me from sin-downfall.
*Psalm 86:12 I will praise thee, O Lord my God, with all my heart: and I will glorify thy name for evermore.
January 3, 2020
Honorable Mention, "Jump" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sheri Fresonke Harper; judged on 1/24/2020.
I often find myself alone,
In dark thoughts of my grey tombstone-
I am silent in my own dark solitude,
Drowning in my own loneliness,
The spirits of the dead,
Who stood in life before me,
Are again in death.
I feel there presents surrounding me,
Their shadows overtaking me,
I need not be still,
For i am not alone now in my deep dark misery,
My own personal ing hell...
The dark of night creeping apon me,
The stars above so bright,
As they give light to where my body has been put to rest,
Six feet under the ground.
Are the Angels above me,
Looking down apon me???
Will they cast out all these demons with in me???
Will they take me to the heavens above me?
Or will i sink deeper and deeper into my own lonely dark personal ing hell???
BY: SHANTAE PAPPACOSTAS
ORTEGA-ZELE (7-22-19)