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Premium Member Brother River

For a Taoist,
rivers and their valleys
are iconic 
ecowomanist yintegrity,

Yet St. Francis feels rivers,
but probably not their embracing valleys,
as Brothers.

As the River running through my backdoor life
flows from northern right
downstream to southern left,
I remain nondualistically of two minds,
and probably all transinsurrections
in and out between

River waters flowing
and valleyed land supporting
gender specific identities

I cannot realistically experience upstream
from down,
or flow from strong stability
toward this River's mouth
emptying into nonviolent surf
progressively surging forward
and regressively back

From overflowing ocean sources
refilling MotherEarth's support
for stable
and resilient,
public
and intimate health care

TransGendered systems for all
Brother/Sister sacredly bilateral
spiritual strength
flowing naturally down
and out,
redeeming up
and in

Taoist interdependent rivers
and their intersectional valleys 
flowing deep sea green 
integrity.


Help Wanted the Job Posting

Position available immediately in a Christian life
Full time with an out of this world benefit package
Looking for a humble individual with a loving, and 
caring heart to take on role of a servant.
You will work in a progressively growing field.
Duties include the following: Putting others first,
Job requirements include: a willingness to help in all areas of need.
Must be willing to work any hour called upon
And have great listening skills. Need to be able to carry 
heavy burdens, must be willing to sacrifice self for others, need active knowledge of the ten 
commandments and be fluent in the fruits of the spirit.
must be proficient in the practice of self-denial, and be a seasoned prayer warrior
Veterans’ in the army of God are strongly urged to apply.
Long-suffering and compassion a must. A willing heart and born again
experience necessary. Camel knees a plus!
If interested please contact God, the Father, by calling Jeremiah 33:3
Or by knee- mail. Interviews conducted same day.  
An equal opportunity employer

Premium Member PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ATTENDS TO OUR CRY

March 19 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 6-7

Key Verse – Judges 6:7 And it came to pass, when the children of Israel cried unto the LORD because of the Midianites.

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ATTENDS TO OUR CRY	

Praise be to God for attending to our cry for His:
Help from impoverishment toward sufficiency
Healing from infirmity toward stability
Humbling from idolatry toward spirituality
Handling from idleness toward success
Holiness from iniquity toward sanctification

Judges 6:13 Praise be to the Lord Who 
works in our lives midst His miracles: 
Blowing destructive doubt amidst despair
Bracing durable deliverance and defense
Building up divine dedication along devotion
Bringing delightful dividends of diligence 
Blooming against decaying disease 
 
Judges 7:18, 20 Praise be to the Saviour for
His sword along His hand that keeps on:
Powerfully smiting our sins by His truth
Prosperously satisfying our success by His triumph
Providentially strengthening our souls by His teaching
Peacefully settling our situation by His training  
Progressively securing our stability toward thanksgiving.  Amen!

March 19, 2024

Premium Member Calm Contemplation

CALM CONTEMPLATION
distilled
     abstracted
 contrasted

   evenly spaced
in
patches of
  the contemporary
with
 narratives sublimated

&yearning
     encouraged
majestically
 orchestrated
    delineated progressively
  explored
    enticing
suggesting the  melancholy
   &solitude
begone
   forever

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Copyright © Brian Strand | Yea
Form: Other

As I Thinketh

Woke up to no sun
it was just the darkness of dawn
on my own in a world I had created
birthed by my own thoughts
characterized by the sum of my fears and desires
through the manifestation of my thoughts believed.
Progressively, evolving being I am; learning
Earnestly applying remedy to the defects of my character
For every thought-seed sown takes root,
sooner or later blossoms bearing its own fruits
Good, Bad - I had to learn to find delight 
Revealing to me, myself
In acknowledgement that my prayers were merely song,
that I had to find the rhythm in the beat and harmonise self with its frequency
Let go the cliche that we must disregard those that have different views from us 
Restructure my thinking in remembrance that the oppressor and the slave are co-operators in ignorance
and that only in reality are afflicting themselves
Had to conquer my own weaknesses
meet me some light
Oh world meet phoenix me as I rise with the sun,
to a world anew, freedom and reach my outmost potential
Become the True ME


Slow Bows

It’s quite compelling how the felon becomes the victim expelling any responsibility or failings 
just innocence sailing the calm then encountering harm that false charm preventing any lessons or altered behaviour progressively ascending confidence but cons are dense 
carry on and re-enter danger circumstantial stranger explainer very unemotional point and blamer relying on superior intellectual properties to dodge accountability the impossibilities 
silly little liars unpleasant deniers transparently apparent and to anyone present totally repellent 
because people get found out 
first round nailed it down 
second round doubt found 
third round knocked out 
found out 
no truth in your mouth 
action drought 
actual lout 
reputation drowned 
now lonely been disowned with your known true tone exposed everyone knows you’re fake you’re a fibber trying to dig out a sneaky sliver lying to strangers while you’re friendships wither and now calling yourself a forgiver acting bigger 
with no one close because you’re a hoax 
one of those grown up damaged blokes 
savage jokes holding hope delusional loops and chapter hoops 
denying you ever did anything wrong 
too clever too strong 
when really too weak to ever learn from 
and dearly seeking but everyone’s gone 
cus when truth comes through there’s nothing you can do 
you could give up be honest be true but that’s too much so you stay a delude sticking to the story as if it’ll make it true how sad are you 
a one dimensional lying dude who does what he does cuz he doesn’t do 
the insecure ain’t pure they don’t tell it raw they invent it all ending a lonely individual 
with intellectual properties lost logically a con lost of confidence in defence taking offence but never taken seriously having no friends
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Panglossian Perspective Pivoting Poze Pretentiously

Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,

paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic

picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,

praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,

privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominant, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful.

Premium Member Degradation

She loved a man who, in their early days,
romanced her and was quick with lofty praise.
Due to his love, life bore a rosy hue.
Does this sound too near-perfect to be true? 

Was it a dream? Soon Paradise was lost.
His heart grew cold, and hers would pay the cost. 
Her efforts drowned in his indifference;
each day became progressively more tense.

He used degrading words that broke her heart
and spirit. Once he’d torn her world apart,
he left, concluding her long stint in hell.
Will she recover? Only time will tell.


October 5, 2021
Contest: This or That, vol 7--Degradation      Placed 4th
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Wounded Sigh


The wounded sigh of a father,
Tells his concern for his child 
Whose actions seem stupid and wild.
   
The wounded sigh of a teacher,
Reflects his worry for his pupil
His progress, if he can’t quadruple.

The wounded sigh of a wife,
Shows her anxiety for her better half
As she senses a threat for her marriage graph.

The wounded sigh of a doctor,
Denotes his apprehension for his sick person
Whose health does progressively worsen.

The wounded sigh of an emperor,
Is the sign of bother for the safety of his nation
As he sees his warriors’ gradual elimination.		  

The wounded sigh of an environmentalist,
Is the signal of his distress against pollution 
And his search for the ways of its solution.

The wounded sigh of a peace lover,
Is the symbol of his hostility towards wars   	
As they destroy the lives of crores.

Premium Member Freedom From Pain

As the clear light rises higher
Illuminating fog
Humidity from Friday's rain.
Thicker down in the bog

Ole hound dog is baying a prey
He yelps for hours today
I don't understand how he sees
Even a squirrel at play

Ole hound dog uses his sense of smell
To get that squirrel treed
Then in the quietness I hear
Another dog answers his plead

The fog quite heavy in low places
The dove's coos vibrate on
There is something unsettling
Maybe not as active in tone

That hound is getting annoying
He needs a little nap
The roosters can hardly be heard
To bridge musical gap

The sound of a hummingbird is brief
As he seeks some flowers
Drink nectar to sate his appetite
Though no hibiscus bower 

Hibiscus a delicious meal
Now bees come in burst or waves
To feed from begonias and moss
Their buzz is heard then fades

My hands are hurting as I write
Even with arthritis cream
Which does seem to ease the pain
Freedom only a dream

God grant me the insight to seek 
The Great Physician, and not complain
Unlock my heart to the beauty here
And anchored in You remain.      

2 Corinthians 4: 16 (NET) Therefore, we do not despair, but even if our physical body is wearing away, our inner person is being renewed day by day.


2 Corinthians 4:14-16
Amplified Bible
14 knowing that He who raised the Lord Jesus will also raise us with Jesus and will present us [along] with you in His presence. 15 For all [these] things are for your sake, so that as [God’s remarkable, undeserved] grace reaches to more and more people it may increase thanksgiving, to the glory of [our great] God.

16 Therefore we do not become discouraged [spiritless, disappointed, or afraid]. Though our outer self is [progressively] wasting away, yet our inner self is being [progressively] renewed day by day.

Written: July 2, 2022
Form: Rhyme

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