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Palm Sunday, the day Jesus entered the city and was Praised by the people for his love of God, and his willingness to God.
Holy Monday, is the day Jesus enters the church and is unhappy that it is a market place not a place of worship, he gets mad, and overturns the selling tables, upon leaving the church, he curses the fig tree for not bearing good fruit, making the fig tree die instantly, this shows us that if we do not produce good people we may also die instantly, that what we do matters.
Holy Tuesday, is a day for us to reflect on the ways we are willing to serve God, how we take action to spread the word and actions needed for God, we pray, we prepare.
Holy (or Spy) Wednesday, this was the day Jesus was betrayed, by one of his disciples, he was sold out for money, this led to his capture and later death, we are reminded that all we do has consequences, that the true actions of good are the ones we need to take, and to avoid all negatives that will lead us to death of our soul.
Maundy Thursday, the last supper, the washing of feet, the service of Jesus to others, followers to serve one another in the family of God.
Good Friday, the day Jesus was killed, he walked with his cross, he gave his life for us, he was a sinless man that only wanted to spread God’s word and teach us love and service and a path home to God.
Holy Saturday, the day that Jesus lay in tomb, he was preparing to return to life, to walk alive, day of silence of reflection of Jesus life.
Resurrection Sunday—Easter! Jesus awoke from death, he walked among us, he showed himself, he told his people to spread the teachings of God and love of God, that we too will be saved if we follow him, and should follow his life’s path home to God, we do this through many ways, love, forgiveness, teaching others, patience, and choosing God.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Enigma in Flesh and Longing
I am sweet and bitter in the same body, like honey scorched in summer's ember,
A rare blend of warm madness, of molten steel and light too bright to remember,
I am cold as the blade that splits a dream and warm as an April ray of sun,
The eternal feminine that weeps and dreams... beautiful... and fragile... and subtly spun.
I am silent as the ocean's depth when the storm sleeps beneath its face,
And I burst through the world like water between stones... with will... through noise and chase,
I have the eyes of a beast when pain reaches me and the eyes of a fairy when I love with fire,
One man thinks me wicked, another good... and both are wrong... caught in the same desire.
I am a hurricane that overturns the skies and a calm sea on the very same day,
A frightened little child hiding behind a queen with eyes of a dreamer's way,
I am sad as the violin that sighs through deep and answerless nights,
And joyful as the lark across the fields... when my longing hasn't reached its heights.
I am a beggar and a queen on the same throne of clay and living light,
A blade of grass forgotten on the road and a rare flower grown just right,
I change with every season the way the moon waxes white and wanes away,
And no one reads me to the end... no one knows what I have to say.
I am an enigma written in invisible ink on a page of silk so fine,
A book with heavy covers that few dare to open and call mine,
I hide beneath each mask the way water hides beneath a cold and narrow stone,
The woman who conceals herself from being hurt... inside her own feeling... alone.
But somewhere deep inside me burns the very first fire and it never dies,
My contradictions don't break me... they hold me whole... they weave me... they're my ties,
I am complete precisely because I am everything and nothing all at once,
The living enigma... the woman... forever hidden... forever found... and never fully done.
The night closes the windows, and
The sky has become a crystal house,
Shining crystal windows,
The Moon
Has sketched through them -
Through the entire alabaster sanctuary.
A single star was sending down
A crystal cable,
And passed its plough across the earth,
Unearthing embraced bodies,
Couples chained
Around the round earth.
Their speech clung everywhere,
Through droplets of words, lost upon the earth -
The same language that stars do not touch.
And the crystal globe spun -
And the coiled bodies with it.
But the sky did not spin,
Nor the majestic stars with it –
They remain anchored,
Each with its sword of light
Plunged into the earth,
Each bound to the immense plough
That furrows our lives.
So stands time, the eternal farmer,
Stretching his seed of crystal through the darkness,
Halving our dreams and years,
With a hand that seems never to rest.
We spectate, spectral, in this dust of life,
Where love and fate share an embrace,
Crying silently while the unyielding cosmos
Continues to sing its cosmic ballad, moist with unseen tears.
Oh, divine plough that overturns kingdoms and hearts alike,
That breaks the midnight soil, turning love into a relic,
Unleashing silent groans beneath the starry canvass -
You build us and unravel us in the rhythm of a spinning sphere.
Our pairings, our bondings, walk upon the giant orbit,
Generating echoes that beat in the crystal silence of space,
And slicing the infinite shadows with every furrow.
Will the star continue to watch us,
When we, at last, dissolve into the earthly evening's darkness?
I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR TERRORISTS THREATS ON LICENSE PLATES FROM JAMAICAN DRUG DEALERS OPERATION BRAITHEWAITE JOHNSON THE FBI INSTALLED WIRES ON MY UNBORN CHILD 1988 THIS DANGEROUS DRUG CARTEL IN NORTH CHICAGO ILLINOIS MY CHILDREN AND I SEATED WITH SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND ARLINGTON HEIGHTS FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION ARLINGTON CHICAGO I WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS 988 CRISIS RIGHT 988 TO 989 TAKING DOWN CLIFFORD JONES OVER 20 DEALERS AND 30 ISLANDERS FROM JAMAICAN I SIGNED OFF ON THE DRUG BUYS EUTH THE STATE DEPARTMENT TO MY HORRID SURPRISE THE JAMAICAN DEALERS NIECES BEGAN PERPUTRATING FRAUD UPON ME IN ORDER TO HAVE ALL THE CASES OVERTURNED UNDER SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND AND SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH CORRUPTION ABUSE OF POWER IMPERSONATING MY IDENTITY WITH THE DRUG DEALERS NIECES FALSIFYING FBI INFORMANT FILES IN ORDER TO LAUNDER THE JAMAICAN CARTEL OF DEALERS DRUG OPERATION UNDER MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM THIS IS HUGE THE EXTREME IDENTITY FRAUD THEE IMPERSONATING OF AN FBI INFORMANT ACTUALLY OVERTURNS EVERY CONVICTION CARRIED OUT BY SPECIAL AGENT LEROY HEIMBACH SPECIAL AGENT PAULA BRAND BREACH HORRID OBSTRUCTION OF JUSTICE EXPOSING ME TO DEATH EXPOSING MY IDENTITY AS AN FBI INFORMANT TO HUNDREDS MAYBEY THOUSANDS CONVICTED FROM 1988 TO 1989 THRU 1995 ONGOING 2025 EVERYONE ARRESTED CONVICTED AS A RESULT OF MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS ARE INDEED APART OF THE IDENTITY FRAUD OF AN FBI INFORMANT EXPOSING ME TO BE MURDERED THIS CREATED A SEVERE BREACH IN ALL THOSE CONVICTIONS THAT MEANS MANY PEOPLE SERVED 20 YEARS UNDER SPECIAL AGENT BRAND FALSE INFORMANTS FALSE CONVICTIONS ABUSE OF POWER
Written by YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
INTERNATIONAL POET
Nature’s palette of golden paints overturns,
autumn's spectrum spills on color-burst landscape.
As the heat of the summer air dissipates away
The sapphire shine suffuses the crystalline sky
Crisp breeze ripples on the gilded thicket canopy
The rustling leaves perform the last fiery dance
As the summer birds leave the nests and fly away
Pearls of dew on the meadow craft silver crown
At crimson dawn it sparkles in ethereal splendor
Wait to freeze when the northern winds will blow.
Sitting alone by the window open on sprawling lawn,
departing music of the wilted leaves I hear as they fall,
the glare of the scorching summer sun has melted,
the sign of autumn’s chromatic footfall I see beguiled.
The smoky dust screen has blown away to far horizon,
the flotilla of cotton cloud sails in the depth of azure.
Bowed down slender blades of cinnamon grass sway
in crisp air on the lap of the meadow turning fawn.
Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path paved anew,
the dry trunks of the sepia trees stand on fallow ground.
The setting sun ignites inferno in the seamless satin sky,
makes surreal collage of vermillion ember blazing bright.
In lilac sunset my heart is drenched by the twilight drizzle,
soaking its glow I’ll greet the stars in pellucid autumn night.
For my freezing times in the gloom of the winter I’ll hold
the warmth of the touch of autumn’s remnant afterglow.
October 11, 2021
The final form is Free verse
Contest : Let's Mix It Up
Sponsor : Constance La France
Though endings soon arrest litigious wrongs,
Injustice stains without impunity,
When who I’d rather share romantic songs,
Declares to God abhorrent thoughts on me;
In days from now when Marci testifies,
That evil lurks in me, a violent man,
She’ll have to look directly in my eyes,
Where she’ll see tears that still don’t understand.
My case is strong and lacks no confidence,
For truth determines judgment’s final rule,
But justice overturns by consequence,
That comes when soulmates end their vicious duel.
I know my only choice was one to fight,
But how can love on trial make matters right?
Corruption in the rumours and on the scenes
High profile slaps and cattle vaccines
Taxes, levies and airport leases
Pleasure decreases and pressure increases
Critics disappear in a bid to peddle fear
Rage and despair always lingers in the air
In the web of science and in the display of art
But it all meets a deaf ear and a hardened heart
Cry much tears and make much noise
But nothing under the sun presents choice
We are in the middle of a humbling occasion
Where we turn to God in desperation
We have tried change in its ranges
And for ages in sin and its wages
And the overturns have brought us to this
Where justifiers of war are men of peace
We now recall unheeded warnings
Now that we suffer squeezed earnings
But that is water under the bridge
We scale in huff the steepness to the ridge
Armed with no trust in fellow man
Neither buying his promise nor plan
And this I will teach my children
To cast faith only to God in Heaven.
K. Muitherero
appetizers are not uncomplimentary
they are food for gods and primitive man.
The ape is the apex as
Blood and Oranges are exceptionally
eulogistic pleasing to the soul
Down, down, down into the darkness of memory,
Gently they go - the panegyrical, the praiseful, boastful mammal…
Pay attention to the me, in I, not the We in thy?
the human soul is the most warm thought of all.
HOW near god is such a thing,
To get me wondering if death is lukewarm, or a mutual reality.
How happy is the ape a prime mate of man!
Down, down, down into the darkness of the soul,
Gently it goes - the littler, the diminutive, nothing at all.
Nothing escapes this divinity
Or overturns this reality…
Winds howling off trees overhead
in the grim grey sky, blackened stars.
leaves whisper in their rustling tread
excited in an air of summer showers.
embrace of monsoon, clouds rip apart
overturns a bucket of torrential rain
erasing footprints, sun makes a dart
drizzle heals ache, it's beauty again.
lonely lampposts weep in puddles
angry sky roars in thunderstorms.
verdant vales hydrate in cuddles
muddy soil clad in wet uniforms.
an arc of flash welding in distant
electric sparks emaneting a prison.
vision unveiled in lightning instant
poets hypnotized by rainy season.
19th May 2019
Packaging
Odorous
Objects
Projected
People
Offer
Other
Perceptions
People
Ordain
Offensive
Philosophies
Psychological
Onslaught
On
Philosophy
Presented
On
One's
Plate
People
Occupy
Outer
Parameters
Persons
Oscillate
Over
Preponderance
Pious
Officers
Offer
Pontifications
Pretending
Offers
Outlandish
Presuppositions
Proliferations
Of
Outdated
Platonism
Plagiarism's
Only
Odoriferous
Pal
Past
Odors
Of
Popery
Prelate
Ordinations
Of
Potpourri
Pretentious
Outcries
Often
Perturbate
Picketing
On
Ostentatious
Presumptions
Purposely
Obstructing
Our
Peace
Perfunctory
Offerings
Often
Plenary
Passing
Of
Odorous
Peeps
Picking
Of
One's
Probiscis
Plugging
Outlets
Often
Penetrated
Penetrating
Observations
Overturns
Perversion
Piecemeal
Obfuscation
Overshadows
Positivity
Placating
Out-front
Of
Platitudes
Prehistorically
Outlandish
Oversight
Provided
Put-ons
Overly
Off
Putting
Previous
Outdated
Oracles
Proffered
Predestination
Overlooked
On
Prejudice
Pantheon
Of
Opaque
Problems
Conclusion:
Pallial
Overt-ers
Overpouring
Poo
Pavlov's
Over-salivating
Over
Pealing