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Grief manifested into rejuvenating relief...
Even though we shake vigorously like a spring leaf..
Just don’t grieve anymore and doubt less
We will be successful personally more or less
And evil endeavors won’t break us now
Jealousness is in the heart of heartless disheartenment
Gravity-bound by silent wars somehow
Anxiousness doesn’t cure the thoughts of angsty sentiment
Grief manifested into relief and restore radiance in store once more...once more...
We dance and sway to the beautiful music of our heart
We swim peaceably above and below the seashore - what are you waiting for?
We are not full of mere resentment from the start
Joyous, fervent desires will surely lead the way
Distress and bitter weeping will vanish away and harm us no more, darling
We were lost and found by gladness everyday
Express your expansion of excellent empathy instead of sitting here, mourning
Save yourself from pangs of nostalgic negativity by discarding it with positivity to the extreme
Overwhelmed with jealousy of other people’s successes and progress, but I’m on God’s terrific team
Break the icy silence by being engulfed in flames of certainty and serenity’s trace
Hesitation and frustration overcome us once more and I want to heal it with vast grace
Callous corruption makes us crazed and disoriented
Sound wisdom allows us to be appraised and encouraged
Still drenched in silence by the grief-stricken hopelessness
Will You see us through our apprehension and helplessness?
Goodness and integrity will enlighten us once again
Resonating zealousness will be in the minds of thousands of knowledgeable individuals and their unattainable souls
Airborne in satisfaction’s realm, unlike a million men
Anxiousness doesn’t cure the thoughts of angsty sentiment, but manifests into unprepared, scared fools
Grief manifested into relief...
Even though it might seem brief...
Grieve no more and please regret less
We will be making so much progress
Show real genuine Christ-like love
but what's genuine love really like?
look at life of Jesus there's it's seen
his effected everyone it sure did strike
Give God your first place of honour
serving Him with all fervency and zeal
be patient always in prayer filled with hope
meet others needs and be the real deal
Seek always the goodness of others
bless those who sought your persecution
draw near to those who are rejoicing
helping them receive their resurrection
Be harmonious with all you know
seeking peace being never too wise
doing the right thing for good of all
never be evil making good your prize
God is your avenger, He will judge
so feed your enemy, do him good
for in doing so, you turn coals on his head
overcome evil with good as you should
(Marks of the True Christian
Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord. Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Contribute to the needs of the saints and seek to show hospitality.
Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse them. Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep. Live in harmony with one another. Do not be haughty, but associate with the lowly. Never be wise in your own sight. Repay no one evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honourable in the sight of all. If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” To the contrary, “if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.)
Romans 12: 9-21 (esv)
Who said my role model had to be black;
Who said she'd have to be like this or this is the way she should act.
Who put it in my head that my role model would have no faults;
Or that she should be put on a pedestal.....she would be safer in a vault.
What my mom told me and I do agree;
Is that my role model would exalt the best in me.
She could go through the storms of life and hold on to her faith;
She wouldn't have any special powers, she would seek the Lord's face.
She could confront tragic issues, and handle them with grace;
She would seek a higher calling, and wait patiently in her place.
She would have a concern for people and reach out to that need,
She would do it no matter what color, religion or creed.
She would put forth her best effort when she was on the job,
She never considered a task beneath her or anything too hard.
She would be positive and prayerful, and also watchful and careful.
She would have tact and have mercy; and avoid controversy.
As much as possible, she would live peaceably with all men;
She would resist the devil and he would flee, she'd avoid his agent sin.
It may seem like I am exalting her or lifting her too high,
But she is a Christian woman and the Lord she does not deny.
So when you read this poem, it is really a little story;
It is not her I am exalting, but to God be the glory.
She is a friend who listens and has a deep concern;
I have worked with her for many years and these things I have learned.
Now you may be curious as to who this woman is,
She is a friend who has occasionally wiped away my tears.
She only finished high school, but that did not hold her back;
And one other thing.....NO...she is not black!!
Dedicated to Frances White Barry & My mother Pearl Yant
It was suggested that I plan my
Own funeral
The entities living on me
In me
Have ensured that I will not last forever
I lived quietly among my family for eons
Uninhabited
But never lonely
Then the entities came
Looking for virgin land
Wild and free
With no history
- as far as they were concerned
They lived here peaceably
For a hundred sun orbits
And multiplied and prospered
They had brought life forms with them
And they, too
Multiplied and prospered
Until I became overcrowded
The entities
Moved out of their original small settlements
And built vast cities
Which necessitated digging into my soil
Blasting my hills
Retraining my rivers’ natural paths
They melted my poles
And emptied my oceans
Soon I was covered in concrete
They polluted the air
The land
The water
Until I lay in spoils
Dying
So now I must plan my funeral
Brothers, play the music of the spheres for me
Mourners, pray to the sun for me
Remember how happy I was before
The occupation
The entities are finally leaving
In search of another virgin
Sisters, will you send out advance warnings?
“To the next victim:
Beware noisy unheeding beings
Who land with silver ships
And make false promises
I don’t know, maybe you can freeze them out
Or melt them down
Blow them away
Or shake them off
Or drown them
I hope you do not do what I did:
Accept them in peace
And hope”
I don’t know when or if these entities will ever learn
To respect what is not theirs
So I must plan my funeral
Brothers and sisters, could you combine
Your energies
To push me closer to the sun
I would like to be cremated
To return from whence I came
I do not wish to remain here
A forgotten
A dead dusty red planet
Alone
Vanishing souls lies in death's pastures
Fleeting joy, incurious in my surroundings
Shades of green glistening in glory
An unpredictable breath that barely measures
A destiny that lies and vanishes through the Death Valley
A heart's main glee
Shines peaceably... passing above a wave of sparkling envy
Bliss sinks in my marrow
Pensive solitude,
Splitting it into a rejoicing vibe
Joyous in its company...we could have a blissful sleepover until
tomorrow
Together we'll make a strengthening converse
Piety fitting in these periling times
Wandering over vales, evanescent life screwing my infancy
A jocund soul departs from a burden--too cherished in disobedient lies
Childish features blurring my uncertain future
Incessant in my trespasses
I draw near through deathly shadows
Moping in ceaseless torment
Roaring as a monsoon in abstract movement
Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility
Dodging arrows of inevitable death
Bound to track us down,
Chopping down the Weeping Willow tree
Driven mad in knotting triumph
Hoarsely placing us in a shady asylum
Numbed by flustering anxiety
Cursing down this greedy society
Whirling us back to
Evanescent pastures
I'm dependent in this unordinary place
Though it leaves me with only disgrace
Discontent by the isolated misfortune
Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility
Dodging arrows of inevitable death
Bound to track us down,
Fogging our interest of society,
Doom crafting our fate...soon we'll be too late
Whirling us back to
Evanescent pastures
Denying our repents out of revenge
Unsuitable to reconstruct chastening renewal
Superb for a
tranquilizing solitude
Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian
puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing,
parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing
preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization
pertinent penultimate peroration, perhaps perceiving
perjuring, perplexing, perverting puzzling pronouncements
projecting pulsating pixelated pulpy pinball pinging
packets prompting pacific, poetic, phlegmatic purplish
psoriasis plagued, plumbum pallor pallid, Paleolithic
protuberance pronounced, psychosomatic prohibitionist,
polarizing perfunctory peculiarly progressive, patriotic
postmodern pathologically proud paternal panache,
peripatetic panaceas portraying prescient perfidious
puerile president, predominantly proposing parochial
principles, plenty public parking, purposefully
promoting pharisee phalanxes, pilates practicing
paragons, perennially peaceably proficient protesters,
profitable polygamy, pugnacious pitbull powerball
players, pandering polyandry, propagating professional
palindrome pensive peeping people, peddling,
proselytizing predicating prostitution, proliferating
phenomenally, populist persona promulgated peyote
phased physicians pioneering prescription promoting
paradisiacal pricey photographic pictures, placating
phrenetic physical perturbation partaking place
purchased (paid paltry pennies) por palatial piazza.
I was born in Middle East in the outskirt of a state of Palestine –
Abducted at birth and my father executed when I was thirteen;
We buried him alone, bade him goodbye, in the midst of night.
Our desires and dreams, as family, put to fire and set alight.
Aware that our knight, the hope and the warmth with him are gone,
We felt unsafe, uncared for, deserted by life – menace sworn.
I was only thirteen years old when I was targeted to be raped,
Brutal a man who wished to ravish and leave my womanhood reshaped.
I witnessed my mother ravished – my fear remains indissoluble till today,
Take it straight from me, I laid back, with hopeless anguish in my way.
At only thirteen, I saw how my mother endured the brutality of wild man –
My heroine, violated at the expense of my wellness as best as one can.
Which despicable man lets a woman go through such torment,
I, the child, my soul from within weeping tears of sad lament?
Life in Middle East was never fair on us we absconded for a better state,
Traveled through a desert, to as farther as our feet could possibly take.
Life was hell –with the knife I was ready to stab into my troubled heart
Bleed to death for as long as me and torture could live apart
With a pistol I was ready to shoot right to the level of my head,
My life was just of pain and unworthiness –I felt as good as dead.
Death or dignity – we crossed the desert scared to live, scared to die;
For it seemed like only the stars were peaceably with us from the sky.
Just give to God what belongs to God, and to earth what belongs to earth;
Today it marks thirteen year since my father died, I’m sadly reminded now of his death.
March 16, 2017
Just Now, I Started To Feel...
All Stopped Up With Writer's Block
Thus lack any idea about
what to type out until aye
reach the end, and
even then cannot
make any promises (promises -
this aint no typo typo),
to meet (even ill)
equipped outback
with or without an alley bye,
which dismal situation unlike earlier,
when fount of literary creativity
unstoppably gushed profusely
lichen wherein rub
barb plants for rain dee cry
hence, just imagine situation
(**** guss) to
being constipated, and dry
miss daisy crazy regarding
(collective soul sigh'n noses)
begs for antihistamine,
asper nostrils to get dry
from congestion - so envision
both symptoms (for real)
affected this guy
bodily woes simultaneously,
while conservative flash mobs
sprout like pollen haters
trample grass roots
activists chanting jai
guru dev donned as barenaked,
foo fighting, nirvana
seekers no lie
trucking with pearl jam
hued open skyz
passing one black crow
did house after another
jet ting via reo speedwagon
greeting village people
mix ultra liberal protesters,
who peaceably demonstrate my
self included holding recycled
placards, sans
targeting well nigh
Republicans Putin on the Ritz
must be ousted,
cuz them that har pry
ha merrily bilking work
a day citizens seated
on their tushy in expelling qui
yet deadly flatulence athwart
cushy congressional seats
to ease government lackeys,
who trumpet "FAKE" news.
Freedom isn't Free
It comes with the price of Responsibility.
American citizens are born with the inalienable right
To peaceably assemble, to petition
Their grievances, their aversions, their plights.
Freedom isn't Free
It comes with the price of Responsibility.
Marching and rioting; with causes so deep;
Hubris and anger taking the charge, engaging
In destruction, threatening the welfare of the public at large.
Freedom isn't Free
It comes with the price of Responsibility.
Women's rights, undocumented immigrants,
The racial divide and global affairs their major concerns;
Heightened by the outcome of this unprecedented election,
Propelling feckless tactics and undue aggression.
Freedom isn't Free
It comes with the price of Responsibility.
Celebrities jumping on board; rallying with acrid voices,repudiating calm
resolution for revolt and revolution.
What have they accomplished, what have they done; tarnished the
credibility of voices that should peacefully be sung.
Freedom isn't Free
It comes with the price of Responsibility.
February 20, 2017
Go with me to discover names in the bible
Long lasting distinctively with titles
Behind a name like sailor moons with cycles
Bicycle with pipes to
Push fast blast past and make a noise
Names do have a meaning of course
Compare Noah to beams sail ships to sing
Washed over territory discovered what it means
To listen to a voice, calls a dresser with draws
Pulled out to keep only what’s yours that I call
Keep cattle, fish and chicken clucking apart
Listen to the melody of the rain see all the stars
Over night eating comfortably deep meditating the Laws
Given even before Abraham saw the bush a far
Burned Holy smoke could it be
A divine creator talking to me
Chose I would be carried across the sea
Joshua fought the battle Promise land he would see
Died peaceably
Set things in order Saul pulled it apart
Greedy angry unskilled heart
Ripped curtains and replaced the Crown given
Jesse house who house the eighth one I AM has given
The crown away
Til this day genealogy turned around
And Solomon wisdom of gray
Built temples with gold
Housed the presence of Yah
Many understood but chapters do depart
To tall another story it reaches across tithes
Keep the money keep the money but they did not hear the cry
This was meant for priest
Not you savage greedy beast
Who empty the souls and fill up seats
Keep instruction the lies setup by men