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Midst October magnificence of Autumn's glowing radiance
My tropical country is blessed* by God with monsoon rain showers
Assuring great Yuletide season’s bountiful extravagance
Through National Quality and Productivity Month powers.
My tropical country is blessed by God with monsoon rain showers
Enforcing Health Education and Food Safety Awareness weeks…
Through National Quality and Productivity Month powers,
Universal Children and National Teachers’ Days reach feast-peaks.
Enforcing Health Education and Food Safety Awareness weeks
Assuring great Yuletide season’s bountiful extravagance
Universal Children and National Teachers’ Days reach feast-peaks
Midst October magnificence of Autumn's glowing radiance.
*Psalm 68:19 Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation.
October 11, 2019
This love is rare to find, a pearl concealed in time’s vast sea,
Unlike all others known to earth, it bears eternity.
A love imbued with reverence, with laughter bright as dawn,
With joy that never withers, though countless days have gone.
It knows no dullness, no decay; each morning we devise
New ways to sweeten every hour beneath unchanging skies.
And still each daybreak greets us as the very first we met,
When eyes first locked and souls first knew what neither could forget.
I would not barter this for thrones, for gold, or fleeting fame;
It is the balm for ancient wounds, the quenching of the flame.
My heart, once marred and weathered, now lies polished, smooth, and clean,
Kept tender by a love so pure it sanctifies unseen.
If it is ordained, it shall endure; no tempest can undo
The sacred thread that bound your birth to mine, and mine to you.
Now I believe love is the union of two severed halves aligned,
And when the perfect portion meets its twin, the two are one design.
It fits as rivers fit their banks, as stars conform to night;
It joins with such accord that heaven seems to bless the rite.
This is the love I knelt to pray for in my quiet hours
A love resembling the Divine, for only God has powers
To manufacture such a grace, to weave such deep design.
Good love is rooted: honest, kind, and patient through the years,
It honors vows in shadowed nights and dries the other’s tears.
Deep love descends beneath the skin, to where the spirit dwells,
It reads the silence in your eyes, and in your sorrows tells
You are not alone. Sweet love is in the soft, unhurried things
A whispered name at midnight, the quiet joy it brings.
It seasons every common day with honey from above,
And makes of simple moments sacraments of touch and love.
True love is tested, yet remains; it does not bend to pride,
It chooses, stays, forgives, and lets no bitterness reside.
It is the mirror of the Maker’s heart, steadfast and refined.
This chemistry runs deep as wells the world has never known,
A covenant not forged by flesh, but by the Holy Throne.
This love is rare. This love is mine. This love is ours, alone.
Affection ridden
Disrespect established
Love and tender discarded
False tears and all of the fakeness
In this moment
In this calming bit of second
I hate them more than ever
My own flesh and blood
The disgrace they give
The lack of concern
The spiteful disrespect
The blackness of one’s heart
The least of love
The covered veil of humanity
I have set my mind
I have dealt with their wicked thoughts and tries
They team up against me
Begin to think they are right
But every action makes them darker and stupid
They are planning for a battle
Against someone they think they know
Against someone they think is wrong
Oh warriors of the light!
Aid me, help me, Make them learn
Make them think twice
The lies they conceal
Will make them lose all powers
They will perish
Against me
Against the once-known for a sister
you are the light of the world
you are the light of my heart
from your love
I shall never depart
nothing we have said
nothing we have done
can change your love
your kingdom will come
no matter what people say
no matter what people do
Dear Lord we belong to you
the light of the world
the light of our heart
from your love
we shall never part. Amen
Matthew 5:14-16New International Version (NIV)
14 “You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. 15 Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. 16 In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.
Isaiah 60:1
"Arise, shine; for your light has come, And the glory of the Lord has risen upon you.
romans 8 v 38
And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[b] neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. 39 No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.
The druid churns the magic potion,
More gains are his only notion.
But men and women to take along,
Is not his goal and he’s so wrong?
Power blinds his wretched mind,
Oh! His deeds put all to the grind.
Dying creative powers they soak to grounds,
Of the hallways, whose going to turn it around.
People cry their minds a whisper,
All time idly spent in repent.
Passion dies yet another death each day,
And things not achieved all kept at bay.
Winds of change come sweeping across the globe,
The soothsayer swings his wand & depths he does probe.
A new brotherhood of people he plans to build,
Trusts he those who have desires are unfulfilled.
Two years back, in November, at the nerve centre,
20 monks indicated to the leading lights along with their mentor,
The way ahead after spells of erudition under learned teachers,
A blind eye they turned then, today they all chant like preachers.
My plea to them is to let go of ego and come together,
As forces across the globe are down in the slump in all weather.
Together all must be to tackle the dark forces that surround,
It’s creativity that will bring back from depths, to astound
To build the cult the soothsayer has begun,
The dominos must align as now nobody must be the favorite son,
Err if it has been; now there is no way on land but to move ahead,
Cause the ships in troubled waters have already fled………….
In my garden I have planted flowers,
and it is here I find inspiration;
a place to ponder and think for hours,
a garden of green that gives me powers,
I love it too in gentle rain showers,
among the bright blooms I find creation.
In my garden I have planted flowers,
and it is here I find inspiration.
Among the bright blooms I find creation,
I work to make a quiet tranquil place;
a garden to let go of frustration,
with the drooping daisies is salvation,
with a rose I have a conversation,
singing birds drift into my garden space.
Among the bright blooms I find creation,
I work to make a quiet tranquil place.
Singing birds drift into my garden space,
a flat stone is for butterflies basking;
the hummingbird's wings are a thing of grace,
I feel the glowing sunshine kiss my face,
the solitude and beauty I embrace,
in this place- just peace I am asking.
Singing birds drift into my garden space,
a flat stone is for butterflies basking.
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February 17, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/My Tranquil Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1115-765-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Gardens
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
Vile creatures write bibles in a hole
Cursed with powers out of control
To take what is not theirs, that is the goal
Satanic smiles saved for such occasions
In seclusion they build commandments
Create wars, massacre the masses, laugh
In their souls darkness starts with madness
Intentions are so simple posed in words
Babies cry out from their protected womb
Evil hears them long before their birth
Sprinkled like fairy dust the demons come
Disarming in charm, there to lead them on
Fresh to the taste of life in air the infants take
Breathe their first breath through labor pain
Laid bare and frankly, dangerous
They scream out loud for no apparent reason
Monstrous men are there to give them death
Stalin knew how to butcher thoroughly
Five million at a time, his own people died
He takes the cake for killings in the millions
But one creature stands alone in mass murder scored
So much for Socialism and history recorded
Who controls the agriculture in the land of China
And the movement that caused a curse on all humanity
Down to the last dead babies soul left in the soil
“The Great Leap Forward” mass starvation stands alone
Fresh from the womb into the arms of doom forever
Chairman Mao Zedong is that master, the face of evil ever after
Created on 6/23/16 for - “Evil Is Everywhere” Poetry Contest- Sponsored by: Brian Davey
A time of strong demands from noble Kings
Chosen; mentor “The One” altering things
Stood by his side wholly subservience
In day’s dusk end and bend to his defence
That I mere prophet son of an angel
To honor these guardianship faithful
Shrouding magical powers to behold
Among the young, I never to grow old
Beyond the chambers heap Kilgharrah sleeps
in a cave deep within the tower’s keep
A lone; Survivor of a thousand years
And a thousand more populace will fear
Deceived, imprisoned his bellow thunders
No one could free the world’s greatest wonder
To purge magic from the realm that admires
To sever burn in the heavenly fires
Whispers his name as he slumbers, “Emrys”
Warlock charmed by dragon’s lore and riddles
A wise, trusted counselor and brother
Destined to mentor and guard King Arthur
2/24/2017
Poetry Contest: Form I - Contest(with a theme)
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Why must you mutter?
Well, why do YOU huff?
Seems we’ve reached a standoff,
Enough is enough!
For thirty odd years
When I enter the room,
I hear all the rumblings
A prophet of gloom!
And for ME, all these years
I hear unhappy sighs
As if you’ve been wounded
Or the sun will not rise
Are you so unhappy?
Do I cause YOU grief?
Is that what you think?
Guess that is MY belief
The mutter you hear is a prayer
How could you be so wrong?
I’m thanking the powers that be,
Without you I can’t get along
Funny, the huff that
you’re hearing, my dear
is a sigh of relief
Knowing you are still here!
May WE mutter and huff
till our dying days
Or, may we BILL and COO,
Please let me rephrase!
The life I have lived — a life of faith,
Faith in God and faith in nature’s breath,
Faith in powers, faith in authorities,
Faith in wisdom, faith in what yet sees.
The life I have lived — a life of belief,
Belief in God’s existence, sure and brief,
Belief in God’s own character and might,
Belief in promises that guide the night.
The life I have lived — a life of trust,
Trust in the power of the just and just,
Trust in the hands of Nature’s constant care,
Trust in the Almighty’s reign everywhere.
The life I have lived — a life of care,
Care for the ones I love, the hearts I bear,
Care for the things I hold as truly dear,
Care for all life, for purity sincere.
The life I have lived — a life of respect,
Respect for nature, culture, intellect,
Respect for elders, leaders, and their ways,
Respect for what endures through fleeting days.
The life I have lived — a life obedient,
Obedient to God, and law’s commandment,
Obedient to learn, to follow, to stand,
Obedient to truth with open hand.
The life I have lived — a life of truth,
Truth that guides, that heals, that builds in youth,
Truth that shields and truth that does reveal,
Truth that teaches hearts to break and heal.
The life I have lived — a life of hope,
Hope for the future, vast and wide in scope,
Hope that with time all things will turn out well,
Hope to depart in peace — and bid farewell.