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The apostate looked out his window,
and started to believe
As genuflecting pylons,
sent ramifications through the trees
Chaos looked at reason,
was it about to make a plea
I see Satan’s raising an army
or so the nihilists agreed
The Crier rang his Leper bell,
‘our town’s a Godless apparition’
Least he filled hearts with envy,
of a once dreaded condition
Now the King prayed for calm,
in another pagan act of contrition
After his son died at birth,
he had proscribed all religion
Atheists came from all around,
excommunication filled the air
Roots now faced horizontal,
trying to feed off despair
Anxious to leave town,
random leaves block civic square
And steeplejacks are disorientated,
from neglecting their repairs
That hole’s not deep enough,
winked the piper to the knave
He could never resist a shortcut,
even digging his own grave
But the madness continued,
hermits set fire each other’s caves
Shedding light on the void,
by burning alive it’s willing slaves
And as the apocalypse gathered pace,
populations slowly died
Some genius came forward,
a real madman in disguise
Said we need a scapegoat,
a dimwit, an ultimate sacrifice
He was crucified for being too clever,
they much preferred no advice
And whilst writing this story,
that apparently makes no sense
The Queen was in her chambers,
hanging herself from suspense
Children butcher themselves gaily,
having learned how to fence
As for putting the fear of God into us,
the wicked come crawling to repent
So finally when heaven reopened,
a total eclipse tried darken that day
Never to see man overshadowed again,
Sun went nova, vaporising all life away
By
David Kavanagh
July 16 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 13-15
Key Verse – Proverbs 13:1 A wise son heareth his father's instruction: but a scorner heareth not rebuke.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS INSTRUCTIONS
Praise be to God for His instructions:
Teaching us from misunderstanding midst problems
Talking to us despite mistreatment along persecutions
Telling us His truth against miscommunication due to pride
Testifying to us His triumph over misinformation with perversion
Training us to tackle mismanagement by His power and principles peacefully
Proverbs 14:2 Praise be to the Lord for
enabling us to walk in His uprightness to:
Go toward His perfection, growing for progress
Give for His pursuits while glowing in His plan
Grieve against perdition, guilty of pest’s pull
Grab His privileges, geared for His prize
Glow in His presence, glad to pray
Proverbs 15:9 Praise be to the Saviour for
helping us to follow after righteousness, away from:
Foolishness and falsity
Fear of frightening ferocity
Futility midst fruitlessness-fatality
Faithlessness due to frettings’ folly
Fightings’ fury toward fortitude of faith’s faculty. Amen!
July 16, 2024
Foundation.
If you could escape this world, would you take that risk?
Escapism
As if cursed by the son of perdition
As I go about my new life's mission to gain admission to her realm
With Aphrodite's dead ringer who whispers songs of exquisite rendition
Praying a lone arrow from Eros bow will strike, drawing gasps from the angels watching
High in the midnight sky
As I breathe in her sweet aroma and passion filled scent, like pure oxygen
And feel regal like a king
Like King Solomon
As her aura captures my soul like a moth is attracted to a flame
So now all dark nights appear so long and so black
As the shadow people slowly advance
Whispering my name
For they know I have been changed by someone so radical.
As I entered the Fifth Dimension one strange night
Looking to finding a love so sacred and magical
But that's the magic of searching for the fantastical
For as sure as winds seduce trees by subtle caresses
As the world wakes each year in a new spring and fresh life begins
I write this before I go to the Hidden Forest
Where the White Ash stands
Where green ivy hides the entrance to her lair, and other slaves play music, while chained to metal stands
With the smell of incense on patrol in the electricity filled air
Ready to invade lungs and take control
It's ten to two in the morning and I have to appear at four
So if I don't come back, I leave this for you to know I'm fine
Keep the house
Car and money
For I'm going to a new place where fear no longer exists
A place I hope welcomes me in
Just pray for me that I don't
lose my soul and become just another flesh slave
Chained up playing music in her band
A prisoner trapped forever in her cave
As she sits or stands
On her golden throne singing with her crimson red lips
You're now mine
Now get in line
Your time will come play
For now, you're caught
And can no longer run away
For you're now just another one of my familiars
One in a trillion
No longer a civilian
All this I know for a German called Schiller
Told me over the internet
Told me to come over
Told me I'd be a member of a wolf pack serving a queen in The Great In-Between
So here I am
Pray for me
Ma ***
Forever yours
Your son
Jimmie 0
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Comeuppance generated
desire to kill self awoke
resolution to make amends
bedevils this bloke
who deservedly receives just desserts
invisible hand doth choke
living daylights, hence
nightmare scenario I evoke.
Following objective forthwith
pained papa doth aim
constitutes feeble attempt made
to reach out and accept blame
reckless transgression
to spout warrants claim
if religious, thence within perdition
while still alive
mine flesh set fire to flame
analogous to burnt offering
even that sacrifice considered lame
imposed upon lovely bones,
I cannot utter nor name
one garden variety primate repurposed
thru cremation his cruelty destiny will tame.
Awfulness permeates nerve wracked soul,
because behavior concerning yours truly
hashtagged boneheaded rogue
(as easily attested to courtesy the missus),
indiscriminately sharing sensitive information
innocently celebrating their joys and sorrows
concerning welfare of deux biological chicas
which pathetic body, mind and spirit triage
attributed to where fool rushed into
where angels fear to tread.
No ambition, exertion, inspiration... arose
these last few days melancholy grows
a brief lull occurred,
whereby lack of crafting poems or prose
insync engulfed and teed off par
for the course
stainless steel pitch forked shows
with mettlesome irony
(perhaps witnessed
by dearth of posting)
finding me figuratively pitched
upon horns of dilemma.
Far from human league,
(more'n mark twain fathoms
into deep purple troubled waters)
I flounder amidst flotsam and jetsam
mankind receding toward lost horizon adios
at sea within Lake lachrymose
moody blue foo fighting
wretched beastie boy feels morose.
Subsequent diminution to write,
nevertheless mustered
aforementioned reasonable rhyme
attempting to describe psychological plight
thru arranging words, I take flight.
A few days ago new neighbors moved to the house across the street.
Mind you, I'm not a very nosy guy and am generally quite discreet,
But like my dear old cat, I possess a certain amount of curiosity,
So I pulled the curtain aside to see what I could see!
"Love thy neighbor as thyself", the Good Book expounds!
That'll be mighty hard to do as I curse their six howling hounds,
And the teenage kid with dual pipes and boom box in his car,
Roaring up and down the street, our tranquility to mar!
Their six rowdy ruffians trample my shrubs and pristine lawn.
I have no need for an alarm clock since they awake me every dawn!
I feel like wringing the scrawny necks of each of the little brats.
Those feral little hoodlums are about to drive me bats!
Dad has a Harley on which he roars to work each day.
Mom, trying to herd her urchins, has a voice heard a mile away!
They own half a dozen heaps parked along the thoroughfare,
Occupying other peoples' parking spaces but they don't seem to care!
Wouldn't it be swell if our neighbors we could choose!
I don't want to sound grumpy but I'm being driven to booze!
Lord, there must be some relief from this hopeless perdition.
It would certainly calm my nerves and improve my disposition!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
(Fictional write - I actually have pretty decent neighbors!)
WALK AWAY FROM YESTERDAY
Trouble may come,
And yet as it rages on;
Dangers ever looms;
Sin has got me in doom
Living in perdition; I've made up my mind, I'm leaving;
I walked away from yesterday;
Now I leave my sorrow;
Got my hopes now and tomorrow;
I shall not stay in this condition;
I am ready;
Though pestilent times I'm steady;
Living in perdition; I've made up my mind, I'm leaving;
I walked away from yesterday;
Now I leave my sorrow;
Got my hopes now and tomorrow;
I walked away from yesterday;
Now I leave my sorrow;
Got my hopes now and tomorrow, (tomorrow)
10/22/1972
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr, ©1972, 2018
O Self Righteous Mew Martyred Lost
unto
Dragons breath, and roasted lots
amongst the spit and gradually heated pots
crows, counted among the cost,
counting zeros,
onesies and Aftermath of Astral Thoths
Line by line
into perdition we go deeper into the plot of plots
Into
Penitance, no
Penance, yes
Lusts succulent-grows
In laboratory tests
We
Like Moths to a drain
Of
Energy unsleeved
Perceived
Of misconceived pipings; insane; synergy;
creams never veined
Of suave salves, dealings of those
that have only vain, not the have nots but
half wicked flames
Unwritten names
half hooved of Baphomet and the
Long-Toothed of his stage and scream
The storm born, we shall ride
that dark ride
In the precipitation of filth,
catching mud in our eye
Rebirthed, stalled, aborted by skanky sway,
of breastly milk
of I am soaked wet in a dream
Of the Worlds reasonings why Apathy and Pride
are foolish runway brides
of souls Holiday-Window faux scene;
dressing-undressing after the honeymoon
of ignorance, arrogance blessing
Design upon design our Statement of Mission creep O Ord
Ordinance
O Self Righteous Mew Martyred Lost
unto
Dragons breath, and roasted sheeps,
crows, counted among the cost,
counting Warlords, drones left with money packed.
helicopters and jeeps
onesies and Aftermath of Astral Thoths
To self, a barrier in microscopic scop
A true Virus inbred by DNA STD of
a sinful nature and closed mind
To all but skeaze
Are we rebirthed anew, awry
Eating our own tale of condensation carriers,
pack mules
on the trail of compensation trys
Death Terriers of the ratio of phi
Hi all, I have recently completed a short and easy to use Pure Land Buddhist Liturgy and Prayer Book, based on the 48 Vows of Amitabha and Infinite Life Sutra. Here is the first verse:
O Amitabha, you hear and you see our trials and ordeals. Heeding our pleas for refuge and relief, you have raised the Western Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss: A paradise adorned by virtue so gloriously infinite that its majesty mounts up beyond Meru peak. You bless all who rise to your land with Sage-hood, even those from the realms of perdition. We see that your land is untainted by the states of woe—untainted by pests, pestilences, phantoms and beasts!
For this Glory of Bodhi, we Vow for your Land.
If you would like the whole book, you can read and download it for free here:
https://archive.org/details/PureLandLiturgy
The book has been released into the Public Domain.
I have hid mine heart,
Within a prison cell,
Dark and cold,
Whose key, only you hold.
I have buried mine memories,
Within the chasms of time,
None is bare,
Those secrets, only you and I
share.
From thenceforth do we part,
From light and into darkness
do I tarry,
Into perdition,
E'en to the close of my time.
The memory of you, doth
linger,
E'en as the flowers, sprout on
graves,
And as the sun, doth shine,
E'en on the viper,
So I, e'en through the curse of
time,
Memories linger,
E'en to the sunset of my life,
These memories, a constant
companion.
This was my very first poem that I wrote back in 2012. I used to think poetry should be in classical English with thee, thou and thence etc :). But as I joined PS I discovered there are so many forms to work with
This is a true poem,but is it true because the "one"who it is about might be "IN""THE SON OF PERDITION"? I WONDER. Donald Trump is the "Duse" in "The Republican Party"and The Duse is taking all!Donald is "Trumping them all"! At the very "Top" remains "Donald J. Trump,and "The Duse continues to "Trump " them all! Donald holds all four duces and throws one out each day,and takes it back as the game proceeds in play!!! Duces are wild,and duses "Trump All" wheather they be aces,kings,jacks,or anything when they are in play,and Donald Trump uses his four "Duses" to take the one duce back that he gave away!! Donald loves to "Play",and he is really in style,because "NO ONE" is beating Donald in "Duses are wild! Donald was a "Gifted Independent Republican Child"! Donald is part of the"Independent Republican Party",because he parties hardy,and now "The Republicans" are "The Majority"!!! They are partying hardy ! Donald Trump says that he has studied "Political Science" for only six months,and Donald ;Trumps,and Trumps,and Trumps,and he is leading all of his Republican contenders everyday,and in every way.His Democratic,and Republican contenders are career politicians who can "Debate" and win,but since Donald Trump took all the "Duces"away from them he is really "Trumping Them All!!! Donald is a "Gifted Independent Republican Republican Man" who "Towers" over them all,and Donald sits "Atop" Trump Tower,and belittles them all! Donald Trump is free to be whom ever he wants to be,because he realizes that he lives in a "Democracy"! Donald Trump is trying to be "The Best" that he can be as President,and his "Duty" is to keep "Freedom"from going into any kind of "Captivity"!!!! Donald is Trumping them all!!