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Seated in a bray were three friends,
On chair,pavement,aisle did they fill.
Merrying,hopping,sharing their advice,
Like the hopping daffodils does in the
hay.
But a languorous serendipity perchanc'd,
And the three in decisions advanc'd.
Sadness to the utmost flew,
Joy opposite in decision yet in the land
drew.
While strife beneath the earth dived,
Making the three friends in separation
thrived.
Life seem'd vague when they unity despised,
And they all did in love's isolation lay.
With no hope of boosted liveliness,
All were bethrot'd to weariness.
II
Then came a fearful bright dawn,
Strecth'd wide in the sky like unto a lawn.
Sadness pierc'd her eyes through the sun,
It seem'd natures plotted against her.
Then said she unto herself like unto a
'street dancer',
Bellowing deep towards the shadow
'mancer'.
"I'll arise and return to joy,
That we along with strife will by unity
coil".
Then she arose and edged to joy her way,
That if she be not in the land then she'll in
the bray.
From afar Joy point'd her gaze like unto a
gun,
With " Is that not sadness...?",laying in
mouth her.
Then she dashed into her arm with
her in her sight,
And both did all their predicaments
recite.
III
The Nightingale often mock'd strife,
"Plumpy belly,disgusting snout", in
Nightingale lies.
Her atmosphere scolded her heartily,
That she ev'n in her dreams dwelt wearily.
Then she too rethink to revisit aged folks,
To at least enchant logs of pending talks.
And if by help they can bail him out,
" If Joy won't,Sadness will";She thought.
Then she picked her way towards Joy
abode,
And for hours she in anxiety rode.
A mile ahead,her eyes sensed steadily,
All in each sight, the three again met
merrily.
And again in the bray were the
three;
But can these really be?
What's good about pain
There's always a brand new idea
It could go far beyond the limit
Spread like a width of a galaxy
Far across an empty street
Where you accidentally fell
The small pieces of yourself
But the sting of every pain
Rebuilds the inner strength
Prepare to face adversaries
All predicaments and drama
Pain is not a joke but a lesson
It thickens the pages of your book
To make it as one of the best selling...
Sell it till you find its worth
Pain is not a curse but a remedy
Learn how to value its entire entity
Naturally you'll never realize
The more pain you'll get
Revives self- respect
So as mine.
The politically correct nonsense of today is so very absurd!
The language of my native land has become so terribly blurred,
By those who devote themselves to concocting such inane idiom.
Such prattle is as puzzling to me as is the element of iridium!
Now, it's chic to refer to postmen and befuddled college freshmen,
As postpersons and freshpersons whether they be woman or man!
Even folks with sticky fingers are given a title deemed more proper:
A shoplifter is delicately called a "non-traditional shopper!"
The wino in the gutter and the falling-down drunken driver,
Are each tenderly referred to as a "substance abuse survivor!"
Even the Father of Creation is no longer referred to as "He".
Monikers like "Daddy", "She" and "A Being" were created by the laity!
The so-called social engineers want to sink without a trace,
Cheery "Merry Christmas" with ill-chosen greetings in its place!
After all, 'tis Christ's glorious birth that we commemorate,'
Not the winter soltice or some pagan rite to perpetuate!
Seems 'tis normal nowadays to blame everyone but one's self,
For problems and predicaments in which one finds himself.
I could go on ad infinitum on this topic but space won't allow,
But I reckon the reader will have perceived how I feel by now!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
December 12 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Colossians 1-4
Key Verse – Colossians 1:10 That ye might walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every good work, and increasing in the knowledge of God.
FAITH IN GOD WHO ENABLES US TO WALK WORTHY OF HIM
God enables us to walk worthy of Him by His grace
Despite our human nature’s carnal ways
So that we can be separated against unholy place
As our faith strives to run patiently the Christian race.
God enables us to walk worthy of Him by His commandments
Despite our worldly predicaments
So that we can be freed against guilt’s judgments
As our faith overcomes skeptical sentiments.
God enables us to walk worthy of Him by His fortitude
Despite our arrogant attitude
So that we can be purged against ingratitude
As our faith trusts Him to increase through Scripture’s magnitude.
God enables us to walk worthy of Him by His guidance
Despite our foolishness and ignorance
So that we can be warned against materialism’s elegance
As our faith marches toward righteousness’ assurance.
God enables us to walk worthy of Him by His watchfulness
Despite our unbelief’s destructiveness
So that we can be purified against deceit’s possessiveness
As our faith braces up to obey Him with blissfulness.
God enables us to walk worthy of Him by His Word
Despite our vanities of worthless record
So that we can be sanctified against idolatry’s discord
As our faith clings to Him and the Spirit’s sword.
God enables us to walk worthy of Him by His wisdom
Despite our haughty confidence in fleshly freedom
So that we can be shielded against boredom
As our faith perseveres to serve, seeking first His kingdom.
December 12, 2025
Anger and I
We've seen the world together
Pulled each other out of predicaments
Big and bigger
And those trivial, solipsistic yet consuming
We've justified painful moments and inexplicable mistakes
Wrought with caked-on sobriety and confession
We've denied the passage of trusting souls
Through impermeable wastelands begging for harvest
We've crawled up and down slippery slopes
Whether we retained knowledge or not
Whether we knew the difference between the given nadir or zenith
And yet reveled at each arrival, crash-landing and all
We write and sing and bleat for each other
As the expressions of our inner beliefs ride the third rail
The resonant harmonies of destiny and desperation
Sketched by love gone right and wrong
Carved by Herculian notions that no one else can seem to bear or grasp
Leaving my friend and I
To arm-wrestle and embrace each other deep into eternity.
(12/25/11)
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Reaching hearts’ fissures with hope and love enclosures
Yes, indeed expressing honest approval of favor’s pleasures.
So privileged am I to have friends in this global poetry site
Opening to me opportunities to express myself as I earnestly indite*
Upon truths I believe can build lives according to what’s right
Prompted by my faith and relationship with God of blissful delight.
Friends, I thank you for your kind comments
Really pleased am I with your sincere encouragements
Influencing me to do my best in my submission-engagements
Enabling poetic gift* to be harnessed through your compliments---
Nourished and nurtured midst varied sentiments and predicaments
Dealt well around differing perspectives in my exposure-involvements
Satisfied am I, sustained with triumph of writing endowments.
*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
**2Timothy 1:6 Wherefore I put thee in remembrance that thou stir up the gift of God, which is in thee by the putting on of my hands.
September 23, 2019
3rd place, "Pick a Friend on Soup" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Bobby May; judged on 9/27/2019.
Life!
Can it be figured out in one’s entire life span?
Come with no preoccupied goals and aspirations
The moment we come, we‘re entangled in the web of desires.
Desires lead to all predicaments.
Scriptures preach not to stoop down to wants!
Simultaneously, rituals take us into their hands.
They proclaim decrees for dos and don’ts.
Born free, but everywhere in chains (Rousseau) Exactly!
It’s a conflict between man’s innate freedom and societal constraints.
Man can’t live without getting into social contract.
Once it happens, it won’t let us be free.
We’re supposed to go with an agenda
Otherwise, the society finds no purpose in our living.
Beliefs are fetters, though conditioned or not.
Fetters are the same whether golden or iron.
How we manipulate the conditioned belief matters the most.
It should be like the bonding between a lotus leaf and a water drop.
To make life vibrant and flow on all by itself,
Go after the philosophy of Karma.
“Work incessantly, but don’t be attached to it.”
Like Looking through a blind mans eye
Why do i even try
Its always the same
Emotions run stail and a call of change yells
Listen well
How many times will my attempts fail
Always holding on, trying to save someone from hell
When the last button is pushed
There goes the bell
Curses of today must be blessings of tomorrow
I Carry on through the defeat and sorrow
True love, i wish i could even borrow
Hoping for the best but history has prepare me for the worst
Maybe its my own fault, but now i begin to burst
Holding on til im carried away in the back of a hearse
Maybe one day itl fade with me while it lurks
Form:
MIND GOES ON VACATION
My mind likes to go on vacation
but where it goes is anyone’s guess.
It will just take off without notice
leaves me and my head…an empty mess.
Its so irresponsible, my mind
to get up and go somewhere and hide.
As if not bad enough to leave town
leaves me feeling…been hit broadside.
Mind wants to escape each days struggles
understand, why wants to run and hide.
But it’s companion my beating heart
has Bible as it’s…trustworthy guide.
Our heart’s the seat of motivation
influences our passions and desire.
It implants within me grains of hope
the’ two of them’ still…my life inspire.
My mind’s brilliant and intelligent
when in the moment decides to stay.
But oh… things and people I forget
when suddenly turns…and walks away.
The embarrassing predicaments
when suddenly leaves and goes some where.
Silly and stupid mistake’s I make
always apologizing…here and there.
Honestly, my mind isn’t that bad
like body, a little out of shape.
Recent diagnosis of P.A.H.
lack of oxygen causes… mistakes.
Barbara Barry- Nishanian
July 17, 2018 copyright
All rights reserved
I've come to say a few things about our political involvement,
Important is this because our future is on the edge of precipice,
And is dangerously tilting irreversibly towards enslavement,
If urgently not arrested we pay the unholy bitter Price.
How easily a people once astute and meticulous,
Got swerved towards the edge of political escarpment,
Punders sane mind, so absurd and so ridiculous,
Though it be inflicted by unnegotiated predicaments.
Then make I bold to interrogate and not to despair,
To investigate, scrutinize and not to speculate,
Prescribing solutions so simple and so straight,
Least I be misjudged and suspiciously at glared.
Despise not that which I say because of its simplicity,
For truths, real truths unadulterated are always simple,
And need not be subjected to unwarranted duplicity,
But be accepted by souls learned and simple.
Is this predicaments not caused by lack of participation?
Was it not caused by poor political permutations?
Are we not plagued by lack of proper political calculation?
When against action we choose unfounded speculations.
Have we not indulged so much in self aggrandizement?
Have we not taken the destructive path to political oblivion?
Have we not despised the Zikist ideology and movement,
When we choose "sit at home" in every election?
Refused we not to galvanize 20 million votes for our leaders?
Have we not disdainfully despised our leaders,
And make it practically impossible to organize us?
When we claimed that politics is not for us?
What else on the negotiation table do we bring,
Except the uncalculated threats of secession?
What if on the table 20 Million votes we bring?
That would grant all our interests protection.
Oh! What is he saying? Does it really matter?
All we want is our freedom from this contraption,
Their political system is bedeviled with corruption,
So we do not want to get involved in their matter.
In the final analysis it does not really matter,
What the political system is - whether it be perfect.
We do not need perfect political systems,
We need political participation that's perfect.
I say this one and I cease to say no more,
I Say not everything for want of time and space,
But that we participate even as we continue to ask for more,
As people of peace who for others set the pace.