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A simple god so slender and symbolic
having a one way onslaught in his approach
and toiling with the master-class of the game
to revolutionize an entire country away from his.
He bastardized his inheritance of stiffness and a crunch system
To transmit the pleasure of a video game to a live coverage.
A believer of his approach, a missionary in his style,
legendary in his execution, but often blind to its short comings.
Going an entire season without a fault
and giving the possibility to travel cloud 49
makes his glory carry such schoolbag of mysteries and awe.
From the African prince of Monaco, to the great George Weah
and the Dennises, Thierrys, Vierras and Anelkas,
he converts a dusty wood into a luxurious boat.
Academy is his bedroom, ventilated by continuity
even though some megastars were short of understanding this.
Maintenance of a certain threshold even with half loaded guns
is very difficult to achieve and impossible to maintain
but not at all to this attacking minded General.
Spending a decade to shoot regions near the actual target
under the stuffiness of limitations both in finances and talents
shines the stadium light even in the darkness of his underachievement.
Prudence and a closed fist was his personality’s widget
b’cos glory on the pitch alone isn’t his mental gadget.
Placing a repercussion of a very stiff budget
and his command, downgraded so low to a midget.
All these because he’s carried the club like a personal object
placing the short sightedness of instant glories to an eject.
Stability in his empire is now a complete project
As his winning dominance was once a European subject.
He’s now back with an intimidation which will make opposition fidget.
Back to his rank, as he wears all the colours
rising in significance after all the hurdles
heart poured out to a club glorifies him beyond a mere coach,
the riches of such dedication influences the staff of his reputation,
winning and being a champion has always been his signature.
He has once again proven it,
as the world of sports stands still in ultimate salute.
September 7 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 28-30
Key Verse – Ezekiel 28:26 And they shall dwell safely therein, and shall build houses, and plant vineyards; yea, they shall dwell with confidence, when I have executed judgments upon all those that despise them round about them; and they shall know that I am the LORD their God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR SECURING OUR SAFETY
Praise be to God for securing our safety with His:
Salvation-seal midst sufferings
Sanctification-stability against sins
Settlement-steadfastness despite sickness
Satisfaction-sufficiency to smite scarcity’ sorrow
Shield and sword of the Spirit for our Scriptural service
Ezekiel 29:21 Praise be to the Lord for
causing us to bud forth:
Offering us stewardship opportunities
Opening to us sincere outreaches of obedience
Ordering our steps for servanthood-optimization
Organizing us along His standards and settled objectives
Orchestrating for us safety against obstacles by His omniscience
Ezekiel 30:6 Praise be to the Saviour for His
warning against our downfall because of:
Pride presenting our false principles
Perversion along foolish predicament
Priorities filled with personal preferences
Prerogatives, fostering faltering followership
Performance, failing to be powered by His presence. Amen!
September 7, 2024
Flowers speak
the Gladiola is never sad
says words with a smile.
Tulips are the pun
not one but...
sound it out, you'll see.
Daisies reveal secrets
she loves me,
she loves me not.
Buttercups
lay it on thick
compliment everyone.
Carnations rev their engines.
Express themsleves from land to land.
Freesias
my personal favorites
blow a fragrant line.
Sweet Peas,
are still babies
they're still learning.
Patience wait
as long as they need to
before they speak.
Snapdragons
can fly off the handle
but please forgive them
Orchids tend to fib
are they adults Or .....!
Bluebells sing
a soulful tune
and I love the blues.
Paper Whites appropriately
recite their written words.
Roses bloom
the most beautiful
of words.
But the best flowers of all
don't need to say a word.
With love you gift them
a bouquet of their faves
as they gently kiss your lips!
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Contest Name: Encounters with Flowers
4/24/24
How weird it is
All around the planet are pyramids
Yet we don't understand it fully, this makes me curious
The reason for their construction must've been serious
It makes me a bit furious
That I can't figure it out and nearly go delirious
Much of it I've questioned
Not to mention
The concept of dimensions
As well as prior civilizations with more advanced inventions
It's all beyond my own personal comprehension
It brings me some tension
No matter how much I pay attention
I still can't make the connection
In all totality
When you look beyond reality
You may lose some sanity
With the change in mentality
Snaked tongued people that are wicked
Hard to trust what they've depicted
Difficult to say what has existed
Then you got all these cryptids
All over the globe, pictures printed and writings listed
Was there ever such a thing as witches
Or is it all fiction
Like making wishes
Too many burnt bridges
Too many coverups involved with riches
Too many hearts colder than a fridge is
It’s almost here; it’s in the air—
that lovely time beyond compare,
when green clothes trees that once were bare
and kids have energy to spare.
Earth has awakened; life is new.
New blooms smell fragrant; skies are blue.
Who could resist this gorgeous view?
The end of winter’s overdue!
We welcome what the warm days bring
when trilling birds are on the wing;
then not just birds but people sing.
It’s just around the corner—SPRING!
written March 1, 2018, for Emile Pinet's Spring Is in the Air Contest
(placed 10th)
March '18, placed 3rd Carolyn Devonshire's Your Personal Favorite Contest
March 5, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Early March '18 Premiere Contest
February 7, 2019, entered in Mark Toney's Poetry Marathon, Mile 17
Let me replace your sadness, fears, pity and frustration…my heart’s
thumping with anticipation & apprehension
With jubilance, satisfaction, liberty and cheers – that would make you and I rather
cheery without a flame of fury – cast away the grief and guilt in your mind
We’ll be free like eagles, taking wing from on high and we’ll be lookin’ fine…we’re
rejoicing with joyous jubilation
We’ll be shimmering like the moonlight…and we’ll be flyin’ above cloud seven – we’ll
be in our heavenly haven in no time – slow down, you’re flying too fast – slow
down…I’m really falling behind
*Chorus*
I need you to ascend from your debris – let’s dance the night away! We will arise
from our ashes like a fervent, blazing phoenix
Tell me if I’m as handsome as the lion that’s graceful, strong and courageous…I
know for a fact that you are dangerously magnificent and gloriously precious
Believe in me…reflect on me…let’s push away the worries that want to ruin our
night spent together…God has two hearts to fix
I love it when you wrap yourself around me like my own personal, warm blanket
on this moon-drenched night – you are so gorgeous…so gracious!
Come home with me and we’ll fly away from captivity…we’ll be no longer in chains
& we’ll be on the same page
You move me like a car, driving on the freeway – I’m hoping you won’t outdrive
me today!
Run along with me in the sun and we’ll be soaring in unity…we’ll be singing in unison
and we’ll be pleased with a passion, but first – let’s find a way out of the cage
Dance and prance all night long with me on this illuminated night and we’ll be having
it our way…
I need you to ascend from your debris – let’s dance the night away! We will arise
from our ashes like a fervent, blazing phoenix
We’ll be shimmering like the moonlight…and we’ll be flyin’ above cloud seven – we’ll
be in our heavenly haven in no time and God will have two hearts to fix
Banging your head against the wall burns 150 calories an hour
However, there are some definite side effects
Remembering to put on you jockeys or your bra if you're a lady
Or if you've recently given up group sex
The average woman uses her height in lipstick every five years
That's damn bizarre, men don't use that much
Let me take that back, know some that would challenge that
But male is not quite appropriate as such
May 29th in the U.K. is “Put a Pillow on Your Fridge Day”
Bizarre is the only word that's appropriate here
Those Brits are a looney bunch, case in point, Monty Python
But thoroughly enjoyed their stuff though weird
Billy goats pee on their heads to smell attractive to the girls
Hmm, don't think I'll try that with milady
First of all, how in the name of hell could I possibly do that
Perhaps there's a video to help me maybe
In our life, we produce enough saliva to fill two swimming pools
Forgive me if I decide to take a rain check okay
Nothing personal but for some reason it doesn't appeal to me
Don't know why not feeling well today
A big bad eagle can kill and fly away with a young deer
If I see one I'll yell nasty words and stare
Not afraid, they'd feel my wrath big time, probably scoot
Specially if I wear pretty flowers in my hair
Farting for 6 years straight, produces the power of an atomic bomb
Must have to be really fed up with life I'd say
Need to lay off the beans, cauliflower and Brussel sprouts
Eat lotsa yummy fast foods through the day
Flowers grow much faster if exposed to music they say
Sounds kinda far fetched to this old duffer
Guess if you whisper love words and kiss their privates
They'll start to stammer and stutter
A cushion for the pushin' that extra poundage is good
Skinny-ma-link's sharp edges damn well hurt
But as long as they smell good and don't drool on my tux
Even skinnies still satisfy my big urge
No sooner than we set foot within said domicile
attestation to so called gentleman’s’ agreement with guile
initially infrequently, but incessantly as time elapsed Isle
never forget (nor will spouse forgive) with rancor and rile
ceaselessly besieging, bruiting bare-knuckle skirmishes
for us to remove ourselves and personal belonging with vile
lent vitriolic wrath from the day we decamped
within hoity -toity Mainline –
our matted unwelcome would endure for quite a white.
* I * S * I * N * G
With hindsight and accumulative less cloudy fifty shades of gray,
an irrevocable clear er voyance viz summoning forth would lay
an irreconcilable rift (rivaling the Mariana), and constant nay
saying presaged an emotional price to pay
whereat we deterred sale of vintage crystal balls – our stay
purported prevented sale of precious heirlooms – oye vay
in tandem to estate sale divvied up, cuz we whar in the way.
* I * S * I * N * G
Analogous to Little Red Riding Hood, we could not see
blitzkrieg, cannonading, incessant strafe carpet bombing re:
bloody onslaught from the generation of elder vipers que
endured feeling trapped by memorabilia meant nothing to me
* I * S * I * N * G
Warfare found us hunkering down within said tract housing unit,
a fusillade fired off re: porting volleys of character assassination
bombarded this unfortunate civilian clearly implicated to whit
for being a non jewish schlemiel inducing endless economic
denigrating calumniations – fulminating against this “twit”
we decried wicked, vicious, unwarranted abuse would not quit
with no defense against slings and arrows, a plague round
of ceaseless, ferocious, and insidious pilloried that pit
pendulous injustices for each of our **** (emphatic branding
per diem me own scrawny gluteus maximus to git
the hell out – eventually hiring a lawyer with eviction edict!
Form:
Why not get caught up?
With the everyday chores, I fought,
especially household ones, I thought.
I have gotten old, and the effort came to naught.
Why not start the date scene since I’ve become a widow?
But the loss has made me a hippo.
I am set on my way in my interests and passions, ditto
mindset. I love my space, peace, and quiet, kiddo.
Why not learn to adapt?
Exploring new hobbies for the handicapped.
My phone, a piece of technology, was lost to a woman inapt.
Lost at what buttons to push. A joke—I’m trapped.
Why not seek rhythm and balance
or maintain personal interests of my talents?
With vertigo and a phobia of people, I’m always unbalanced.
I cannot even try to replace and hang a new valance.
Why not? I can go on
a list that goes on and on.
I yawn.
Ditto.
Page 222 by melissa lane-morgan july 9, 2009
In the beginning we return to life to die. We naturally rebel-we are born sinners. During our life there is a revolution…a complete cycle. People will think about to make drastic changes, which will cause chaos and use of weapons. There will be a Victory and then a time of sorrow and feeling of loss. God gives us rewards in his own way and angels sing upon us. We are given the gift of knowledge. God will love us always and unconditionally-he will never NOT love us. Disease will be a consequence of sin. Animals and plants are one with their climate. . Humans with their environment. From the deserts to the cities we will have the means of survival. We will long for rhyme and harmony in our lives. The rib story about Adam and eve was a “funny”. Woman was made from the finest silk and was to produce milk and nutrition for her children. We will be blessed with wealth, but we must earn it. If we do not show our efforts and appreciation to God our blessing will be weak, as we did not sow; therefore, we cannot reap. Gods arms are always open whenever you call his name, he will forgive you of your sins, answer all of your questions and carry you through trying times and times you feel alone-He is there. With Him as your weapon, you need not worry about what others think of you, it is none of their concern…this relationship is personal between you and God—and no one, I mean NO ONE can ever take God’s Love away from YOU.
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