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The Lord brought to my path,a gentleman from Columbia to help each other in diverse equation and math.On our walk with Jesus on our our struggles in life, and trusting in God for a companion and wife .
I was not brought up with a father to guide me through, neither was Jarius so we had no clue. As to what a father's love was all about. Breakdown ,rejection a gap in our lives we scream and in frustratration shout.
For God to come and answer our prayers not in vain,but to bring his spirit and relieve the pain. We have talked shared intimately in a short time through the thick n thick n a formidable bond is starting to begin.
The Fathers Love is there in strength,enlightening our hearts to a great new length . Jarius you are the son I've never had ,I praise God he has made me so glad . Amen.
With much love from Papa Paul ??
She is known as Honorable Queen Mother Nanny. The lady was so sweet as sugar candy.
Enhancing the fight, smiling with much delight, knowing her cause was right.
She was the awesomely true Westward Maroon liberation queen in the highest esteem.
Hailing from Ghana's Gold Coast as an Ashanti or Akan—"A free woman!"
His Excellency the Right Honorable Marcus Mosiah Garvey Jr. "Visionary Diasporan."
Founder, Universal ***** Improvement Association and African Communities League.
Created the Black Star Liner, forging the link between African and North America
Desiring to take his people back to their ancestral African roots, starting with Liberia.
The heroic grandfather, The Honorable Paul Bogle, says, "No taxation without representation!"
National Jamaican hero, Stony Gut Baptist Church deacon, and Morant Bay "Victor!"
Usually referred to as a "Shaka Zulu Pickney," an ancestral famed freedom fighter.
Proverbial singer Bob Marley uplifts his grace in the song "So Much Things to Say."
Faces printed on currency show the value of national and cultural pride—"None to hide!"
Standing on many shoulders, such strengthening standard-bearers, faithfully abiding!
There are ghosts in the mirror,
how else could we see what is not there?
It can be dangerous to look seeking yourself,
yet more dangerous not to.
When my own apparition appeared
it felt like I was a passenger on a metro-line,
seeing the oncoming tunnels, the blinking of daylight
between the speeding darkness.
Dark-light-dark-light, dark-light and my face
speeding inwards where a being stood
indifferent to the journey.
I assume that we are all an exodus
passing through a reflection,
a non-stop ride to that other side,
like Saul becoming Paul on the road to Damascus.
Can we stare and not blink while being unmasked?
and will we be older or younger
than that entombed clock of mankind?
Reverence the Lord for He Cares for Us: By Dana Redricks
We should reverence the Lord. He has the power of life and death. This passage Paul tells us, God loves us, and no one can take that love, or snatch us out of God's Hand. He loves us so much He knows every detail about each one of us. Just as God cares for the birds of the air, and everything He created, God values us above all things." “I say to you, My friends, do not be afraid of those who kill the body and after that have nothing more that they can do. But I will point out to you whom you should fear: fear the One who, after He has killed, has authority and power to hurl [you] into hell; yes, I say to you, [stand in great awe of God and] fear Him! Are not five sparrows sold for two copper coins? Yet not one of them has [ever] been forgotten in the presence of God. Indeed the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not be afraid; you are far more valuable than many sparrows." (Luke 12:4-7).“The power of your enemies is a limited power (Luke 12:4): I say unto you, my friends” (Christ’s disciples are his friends, he calls them friends, and gives them this friendly advice), “be not afraid, do not disquiet yourselves with tormenting fears of the power and rage of men.” Note, Those whom Christ owns for his friends need not be afraid of any enemies. “Be not afraid, no, not of them that kill the body, let it not be in the power of scoffers, not even of murderers, to drive you off from your work, for you that have learned to triumph over death may say, even of them, Let them do their worst, after that there is no more that they can do; the immortal soul lives, and is happy, and enjoys itself and its God, and sets them all at defiance.” Those can do Christ’s disciples no real harm, and therefore ought not to be dreaded, who can but kill the body; for they only send that to its rest, and the soul to its joy, the sooner." Matthew Henry Commentary
Spoken Word Poetry: JAZZ ALIVE
Man alive, and this ain’t no jive, I’m diggin’ on jazz to stay alive/
East Coast rhythms from the 50’s and 60’s, in the heart of the city, where the music breaths/
Up all night to dig the modern jazz scene, and out of the cool midnight cookin’ shows at the Blue Note/Located at 131west 3rd St. NYC the place to be/
City lights flashing, hipsters, record buying, dressed to the nines in retro threads at dive bars and clubs where the real jazz magic spreads/
Catch the scene, and get hip to the latest with the 50s swingin’ jazz machine/
Bill Evans Trio, Modern Jazz Quartet, Miles Davis, Lester Young – Can You Feel the Beat/ It’s Milestones with Miles/At that recording, Davis’s bebop/hardbop music was manifesting into his future modal thing/
Milt Jackson, Chet Baker’s smooth serenade, Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five” in Five Four Time, John Coltrane’s Cascade, Cannonball Adderley, Wynton Kelly’s embrace, Paul Chamers, Jimmy Cobb, all left their trace/
The city never sleeps, no change of pace, play your gig till 2 AM/
Chase the night with grace/catch a cab, hit the jam, Sweet Basil’s swinging where the music never dims/
Women strong and fierce, oh how they loved their jazz men/
Financial support flowed like a sweet refrain/
“This Here, “Dat Dare,” and “Moanin’” what sounds, in Bobby Timmons groove/you know what I mean/
The Tenor Conclave, Hank Mobley, Al Cohn, John Coltrane, Zoot Sims/ Hi-Fi jam sessions to no end/
Max Roach on the scene, Deeds Not Words, his LP/
Abby Lincoln, Helen Humes, Sarah Vaughn, Dinah Washington – jazz voices supreme all greats in their prime/
new record companies popping, day into night: Jazzland, Riverside, Atlantic, Prestige all shining bright/
Philly Joe Jones, Blues for Dracula, man what a scene, what a feeling on Halloween’s Eve, back in the day when Everybody dug jazz, but what happened to the Five Spot Café where the legends would play? /
So dig this, I’m walkin’ to Jazz Alley, Soulmates on my cell I know so well, Ben Webster and Zawinul, their melodies swell/
In this world of music vibes, man, I find my reprieve in modern jazz rhythm and choose to believe in the downbeat of jazz to set me free
Seventy Three Years Since 1945
(August 6 and 9 respectively)
Robert Oppenheimer manned
"The Manhattan Project",
a top secret World War II mission
which constituted "Little Boy" codename
for a uranium gun-type atomic
bomb dropped at 0815
exploding 580 metres above civilians
with15 kiloton blast yield reduced
400 year old city to dust
Colonel Paul Tibbets, the pilot/ bombardier
of the Enola Gay (the Boeing B-29 Superfortress
unleashing nuclear warfare
seventy three years ago today)
gives cause for this baby boomer to revisit
mentally, the annihilation,
extermination, incineration
the first of two storied Japanese enclaves
realizes how trifling my current bout
with mania paranoia, pneumonia
(from northern exposure)
contrasted with sinister malevolent
evil tower ushering
thermonuclear age epitomizing
coup de nada so graceful means
maximum military mutilation
though unwell, this inflammation poised
to be cured unlike subsequent
generations of victims
who survived atrocious, egregious, hellacious,
judicious slaughter can only
poorly be described
by this mortal with a curable
bacterial/viral infection
aghast at such wanton killing, moreso
via weapons of mass destruction
more devastatingly grisly than
those "experimental" bombs
loosed upon the innocent population,
whereby 75,000 people killed or fatally injured
with 65% of casualties nine years
of age and younger
whence offspring of survivors
evincing excess genetic anomalies
with fiery windy surface
temperatures topping 4,000C
upon terrain hallowed by ghastly
horrible deathly dominance
amidst shadow of a mushroom cloud.
Some men came down from Judea.
They were teaching all the brothers,
Unless you are first circumcised,
You neither can nor will be saved.
They were teaching all the brothers.
So Paul and Barnabas went up.
You cannot and will not be saved?
This was the question that they posed.
So Paul and Barnabas went up.
They declared all that God had done.
This was the question that they posed:
Must all converts be circumcised?
They declared all that God had done.
In light of all that we have seen,
Must all converts be circumcised?
God shows no partiality.
In light of all that we have seen,
Surely we will levy no more?
God shows no partiality;
He has not made a distinction.
Surely we will levy no more?
We could not bear this yoke on us.
He has not made a distinction;
Will we then place it on their necks?
We could not bear this yoke on us.
We will be saved through grace alone.
Will we then place it on their necks?
They will be saved through grace likewise.
We will be saved through grace alone.
The prophets are in agreement;
They will be saved through grace likewise.
Therefore, we should not trouble them.
The prophets are in agreement:
Just as a remnant will seek Him,
Therefore, we should not trouble them,
Gentiles will call on Him as well.
(From Acts 15)
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I guess this is an "imperfect pantoum", given that the last stanza just continues the pattern of the previous. I tried using the 1, 3 lines from stanza 1, but it just made no sense.
I'm also unsure whether this is a terribly good use of this form, but you don't know until you try! I think perhaps introducing some rhyme would help make it feel more like a poem and less like a stuttering storyteller to me...
Feedback/thoughts welcome! I need to go read a number of these that others have written and glean some ideas from them.
Why is it that we do that which we don’t want to do
And we don’t do that which we want to?
This is the question that troubled the Apostle Paul
A man of God, who still struggled with those inner tendencies.
It’s a question that troubles me, too,
The good that we should do, seems so hard to do
The evil, so easy…because it is in our nature to err
I find it mind boggling that the very fibers of my being
Seem to be drawn to the forbidden…
Is it because it is sweeter? Easier? More fulfilling? Simply…human nature drawing me?
Ah, but there is a transcendent joy
From doing what is unnatural to us:
To love the unlovable
To uplift the fallen
To be faithful to the faithless
To return blessings for curses
To forgive instead of get even
To love instead of to lust
Are we justified in doing what comes naturally because after all…we were born this way?
We are just following our natural inclinations?
Then, I ask…what makes us different from the animals that follow their basic instincts?
Is there a difference? At times there doesn't seem to be. Delayed gratification seems unheard of. We want to relish this moment...there here and now...whatever the cost. We put our morality on a shelf and give in to the basic instincts to posses...to be possessed...to satisfy. Is there a difference?
Yes, there is…for we have been given the power to reason and to choose the high road.
It isn’t by accident….we were created with that power. We need to put it to good use, and we will have divine help to do that, if we so choose. It isn’t easy….but then again, sacrifice never was. It has a price. Ask Jesus….it cost Him his life.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Like melted chocolate,
words dripping
from his velvety tongue
rippled to her heart;
she tasted their rich flavor,
inhaled the aroma,
succumbing to
emotional intoxication.
She craved for more...
Seduced by luxuriant words,
her defenses weakened,
overpowered
by an irresistible urge
to bathe in love’s indulgence.
Opulent pleasures
caressed her thoughts.
Each syllable drew a sigh.
Her wish: to be sated
His unspoken promise: to fill her
with abandon – to thrill her.
She no longer dared
inhibit the demands
her soul was making;
this was hers for the taking.
Warning signs: DENIED!
She tasted the sweetness
gratifying her cravings
in his indulgent love.
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A Collaboration between Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian
Fan Fiction
The Gospels and Acts, fan fiction for all,
Written decades after the epistles of Paul.
Paul knew nothing of Jesus’ life.
Not his birth, his miracles, his disciples or his strife.
So decades after he supposedly died,
Believers craved more backstory, applied
To the life of Jesus to make him seem,
As great as any other god’s meme.
Mark is the oldest, scholars agree.
With Matthew and Luke using a tremendous degree,
Of Mark’s tale of Jesus and we can see,
Because Greek syntax is as fluid as a language can be.
After Mark came Matthew and then came Luke.
Only fundamentalists care to rebuke.
So in reality we do not have three
In the Greek it’s plain to see.
Word for word, anyone can see,
Only hard core believers will disagree.
Matthew used ninety five percent of Mark,
And in his account, he will embark,
On adding to the tale, his own events,
Making Jesus more divine as he adds his contents.
Seventy five percent of Mark is in Luke,
And of course, some want to refute
This, but once again it’s in plain site,
Accepted by most without a fight.
Further what is seen in Gospels one and three,
Is that even more of the words in those agree.
About a quarter of Matthew and Luke’s two books,
Are only found in these two, gadzooks!
This means that Matthew and Luke,
Are mostly the same and this is no fluke.
Their goals were to add to each previous tale,
And in their goals, they did not fail.
So in the end it’s important to see,
The synoptic gospels really aren’t three.
Mimesis and additions, no matter the way,
Just make our god the best to pray
To.
And keep in mind, this is all after Paul,
Who says nothing of Jesus and Jesus’ cabal.
So in the end, for all to see,
It’s just fan fiction amongst the three.