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in the year 2098 on the planet Julephia in the Huilinium Galaxy an element called Pubbius was found, generating interest from all points of the galaxy. While mining pubier,(an alloy used to make rods in spaceships) the miners noticed the greenish blue element, and desided to extract it from it's orginal form, while doing so they realized it to be extrodinary, with the fact that it could be soothed and shaped by hand, without smelting and purifying the metallic element. The two used the soft form of the element and shaped it into a stone, it hardened after the miners hands were removed from the element forming a stone, one mining just thinking he was fashioning a copper wire to use to carry the stone found the discovery of a lifetime, the stone bega to glow, and heated the entire cave, and something else, it caused the radio transponder to act like a communication devise," we could her the voices of people, or creatures worlds away, on morning we heard a familiar voice the voice of the merchant ship's captain that had strained them their years before, also these people could hear them, this frightened some members of this abandoned mining planet, as they hadn't seen friendly faces for nearly two years, and they thought that some of these strange voices could be members of the dreded and feared, Mossingal a speicies of creatures who suppressed their desires to allow there bodies to to return to their prehistoric form, savage creatures who are known as maneaters." when we contacted the ship we told them in a code only someone who has had training in Galaxy mining could understand. We contacted the merchant ship DrapetoMagnus
and hoped that our recue would be made. Days later a ship hovered over the Mining home world, we thought we were saved, it was a ship, a Fe@d$rationship, with the outlaw,*ling*ns aboard. we were doomed!
Captain Koncous of the Doomed mission recovery, on the Mining Planet Julipeia."When the treat of Bifers madness set's in paranoid people will do anything to get what they want, they will consort with the likes of Muginba to achieve what they see as acheivments!" quoted the Captain, of this Doomed Mining planet!
December 2 Scripture Meditations Based on Hebrews 1-2
Key Verse – Hebrews 1:3 Who being the brightness of his glory, and the express image of his person, and upholding all things by the word of his power, when he had by himself purged our sins, sat down on the right hand of the Majesty on high.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR PURGING MY SINS
Thank You for purging my sins of carnal wickedness
With Your sanctifying forgiveness
Along redemption-holiness
For my soul’s eternal righteousness.
Thank You for purging my sins of grievous iniquity
With Your cleansing intensity
Along salvation-certainty
For my heart’s holy security.
Thank You for purging my sins of stubborn transgression
With Your purifying correction
Along discipline-compassion
For my character’s divine transformation.
Thank You for purging my sins of worldly defilement
With Your pardoning enablement
Along power-endowment
For my ministry’s effective enhancement.
Thank You for purging my sins of shameful arrogance
With Your humbling deliverance
Along meekness-performance
For my mind’s sincere repentance.
Thank You for purging my sins of deliberate disobedience
With Your chastising resilience
Along conversion-influence
For my willingness’ fruitful experience.
Thank You for purging my sins of human error
With Your refining fervor
Along dignity-honor
For my testimony’s fruitful ardor.
December 2, 2022
I am poetry
I am the essence of expression
The embodiment of my creative style of writing
I am the pain, joy and beauty of all the ups and downs
I have experienced throughout my life.
I am the spoken words I write.
I am the spoken words I live.
I am poetry
I am the seed, the water and light that helps my poetree grow.
I am the creative vessel that houses this poetic soul.
Yes! I am poetry
Every poem is like fruit produced on every branch of the facets of a personality.
Behold the roots that run deep
Purifying toxic impurities of modern society.
I am poetry.
I’m so unworthy, Lord
Your kindness showers my soul
With so many blessings, Lord…
I can always feel Your gentle love
Flowing across my heart, my dreams
Reminding me that You are here
With me, pouring out hope – abundant
Joy that, without You, is only imaginable
Never the wonder that abides
In the praises I feel on the inside
I’m so inadequate, Lord
Yet, you still love and assure me
You will always be available,
Silencing every cloud of doubt
Purifying my thoughts, my feelings
With a love that won’t be defeated
A love that is wise and warm
Sweeter than honey, coloring my heart
In hues of compassion, love everlasting
I’m so unqualified, Lord
To serve the One who gave me love
Love that I can never describe with words
Love so abundant it lights the whole world
With serenity and grace, stirring up faith
That guides and abides on the inside
Filling my entire life with meaning, desire
Anticipation of that enlightenment
That frees me and relieves me of all doubt
Silencing every fear – wiping away each tear
With love that fights the darkness
In hues of sincerity and insight – blessings
Rained down from the heavens
Abundant and alive – inspiring wonders
I’m nothing, dear Jesus…
But You still love me so completely
With a love that breathes motivation
Stimulation and creativeness
Into this heart who is so very thankful
Because You gave me a second chance
To be the daughter who knows You as…
Savior, Creator – love more powerful
Than any feeling or thought, so strong
The comprehension never lets you go
It always bestows gentle love, kind hope
Faith that believes beyond any hesitation
With a belief that has not one reservation
I’m nothing, beloved King…
Yet, with you, I am a daughter of royalty
Descendant of the King of Kings
Servant of the One who frees and relieves
The One who my heart is forever thankful to know
The One who makes my life delight and hope
The One who abides inside where I can grow
Closer than a brother, closer than a friend, closer
To the One who saved me from my sin!
Thank you, Jesus – For giving me this gift
Life everlasting – life that is blessed by You
The answer to my prayers – my pleas
For a love that lives on through eternity!
For there is no difference between Jew and Gentile—the same Lord is Lord of all and richly blesses all who call on him, for, “Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”Romans 10: 12-13
It's not that we loved God
But God loved us to send His Son
Whom this world nailed to the cross
Unto, this day mostly rejecting His Love for us
While we have all been given access
To come out of this corrupt generation
To become in unity as Children of God
But not by the works of our hands
But the molding and purifying
Of the Almighty promised spirit
For ,whom would one call they have not known
To place the spirit as a deposit
Unto the inheritance of life eternal
Manifesting within a new creation
This joy, peace ,love , comfort, and humility
In a world of chaos in seeing
This is the result of rejecting our savior
The closer one grows to God and seeks truth
The more is seen this is where Jesus
Came to snatch one away from
To see it's the same unseen and seen
Battle taking place in this day
Myself,fell victim of this world darkness
In thinking how could this be a God creation
All this chaos and being taught from this world
But One day when I opened His word
For myself to find what my soul had been longing for
The author of life began to rewrite my life
Departing from the slave birth of sin
Reborn of the divine heavenly mother
How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them?
Romans 10: 14 NIV
There is an illusion of dishonesty in darkness,
so we rejoice when spring sings saccharine serenades.
I've always been a soul yearning for summer scents,
but somewhere the seasons got lost in translation.
Not all honest hearts can remain evergreen,
when memories like wraiths of past demons,
echo in eerie vibrations of autumnal whispers.
The dark side of my mind is an oxymoron of fictional truth.
A harmony between her reality and my empathy.
I recall a lost childhood when the ghosts of winter besieged me,
as all the melted snow rotted my roots -
I pondered how do I regrow my frostbitten petals?
To determine the odyssey of my destiny,
I sowed a million seeds hoping you would
devour the nectar of my honeyed blossoms.
I finally found you awake like an insomniac,
in a sleeping wintery world of monsoon wickedness,
like a queen bee tangled in a cobweb of lies,
so I followed your scintillating silhouette
into a dark maze of silent shadows time had forgot.
I felt your pain through every window pane of your soul.
No one can heal all your hidden trauma,
but I can distract you from those unwelcome voices,
gathering all the shards of your cracked mirrors,
placing them into a purifying fountain of understanding.
I was artless within my garden,
until I swam in your artistic aquarium.
Oh my vintage rose,
you can be bronze, ivory or crimson,
I care not for the cover of your covert book,
for you remind me of my faith
in the dilemma of desperate hope.
I know sometimes I make mistakes,
but every time you cry,
I wish you would take my sight,
so you can see the world in a positive light.
If I could gift you an eagle's spirit,
maybe you would fly into my arms,
so when we watch the dreaming stars -
I would show how they shimmer in your eyes.
("Honeybee on Apple Blossom", 2020, original pen and ink)
Nourishing Soul
Like a bee to the flower
Holding pollen and nectar
What is it we seek at play in the fields of the Lord
If not nourishment of the soul?
All the basics (food, water, sex and shelter)
Being just that,
The basis for what the soul actually incarnates for;
Knowledge, wisdom, truth, beauty, love and music!
And so the eternal Way
Continually arises as a forking path
Between true and false, good and evil, love and fear
Each step a test of our discernment and resolution.
The soul by nature is just and true
And yet, like a clear mountain spring
Subject to contamination as the influences of this life,
This world, leave a mark; in short the karmic debts we accrue.
And so comes the practical necessity of purifying,
Nipping the inevitable distortion and perversion in the bud,
The stains – pure and impure - that remain,
From each choice and challenge met.
The king of purifiers of course being forgiveness
Based in simple gratitude for the simple fact of simply being
Alive and able to learn, grow and forgive anew
Traveling the open path in confidence with an open mind.
Thus we gain the keys to the High-way, hidden in our pocket all along,
The kingdom, ever-present Here and Now,
To walk alert, head up, eyes and heart wide open - to it all,
Knowing with resolution and discernment we’ll be just fine.
(12/26/25)
[Placed 2nd : Standard Contest
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin]
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hug
extracts
incense smoke
penetrate veins
woody breast opened
rooted solid
smiling leaves
waving
dance
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Poet’s Note : Cedar is an important Native American ceremonial tree, the bark used for incense and as a purifying herb. It is associated with prayer, healing, dreams & protection. Many consider the Cedar a symbol of sacredness & providence. Its bark, used in sweat lodge ceremonies has a sweet, strong smell ~ making it conducive to spiritual work. This tree symbolises purification & inner transformation.
In ancient Native American rituals, tribes danced around Cedars saluting their attributes. I start this Ninette with HUG & end it with DANCE as salute to the POWER OF ONE.
Your compassionate empathy, envelopes all of me
Eyes dark like the night, yet only one star do I see
My eyes are raining from your souls sensuality
I want you to know you own my sentimentality
The waters mixing between us are purifying perpetually
Honoring who you are is not founded in any complexity
Cut the strings, in sharing presence we are not marionettes
Enjoy us, for us, in moments seldomly shared by puppets
A tiny stage built by you and I to act out our plays
All memories created to recall on life's gloomy days
Never a daunting obsessiveness of you on my mind
Just simply thinking of you always as my kind of "kind"
I love to create your story in words, like a dream woven from threads of light and desire,
As if it was and is no more, a fairy tale brought to life under the pen of time flowing gently,
I turn you into a beloved fairy tale hero, with a happier ending where our love is eternal and immortal,
I adore your presence in my dream, where you always appear like a god gifting light to my nights.
I love that you become a memory, an echo of a sweet love that resonates deep within my heart,
When we loved under the full moon, like two lost travelers finding their way in the night's clarity,
We shared our love together, like a heavenly gift uniting our souls in perfect harmony,
And under that magnificent moonlight, our kiss was an alkaline reaction purifying us of all fears.
I look at the moon at midnight, and I seem to hear whispers caressing my soul like an ancient song,
I prefer to describe them in lines, weaving from memory some thoughts that transform into living poetry,
And the thought again becomes a verse, a divine verse from the Universe, a gift of endless love,
And it's not just memory to blame, for the true reason remains love itself, our eternal queen.
In the flow of thoughts and memories, I find peace in your arms, a sanctuary of the heart,
Where each moment becomes an eternity, a universe where our love is the guiding star,
And thus, I continue my story, weaving words and dreams into a tapestry of longing and hope,
Knowing that our love, like a living light, will always shine in the endless night of time.