Long Race Poems
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There was a "thread" of evil in the atmosphere as stick as a wall and hard as steel.* This stream of evil resulted from the defiance and fall of lucerfer himself. The location, without fowls or "birds" of prey, was beyond the outer space experienced by human kind. It was in a zone of rebellion set aside and assigned to the evil one by God Almighty.
It was a place of spirit beings, a once "beautiful" but now "breathless" and "dark" place. When I beheld this mysterious and "fathomless" void, I trimbled as my "heart" started to race, and it felt like my "hair" turned to wax. My lips were sealed forcing me to "silence".
In the middle of all the darkness and inconcievable reality, there stood a figure in the distance shining as the sun with a "green" object in its hand which to me was the greatest sign of something good in an environment of total evil. I felt yet alive with the knowledge that death, the secession of life, stood coldly knocking at the very core of my life's door. It seemed time no longer existed as I walked toward the figure so consumed by light. The closer I got to the holder of green, which indicated Go to me, I was emboldened as my great rescuer defied everything evil as if it was nothing. His very presence cursed the evil and sentenced it to die a forever death, never to harm humans again in any way.
030420PoSpCtest, Writing Prompt-Ten Words, Dear Heart. Theme, Death
*Fiction, 4P
"Acts of random kindness," is currently a catch phrased being promoted both on conventual as social media. Other popular phrase are, "neighbor helping neighbor, helping hands and we are all in this together." Sounds like it is popular today for secular culture to be following in the foot steps of Jesus Christ.
He told his faithful flowers to be kind and gentle to one another. His famous new commandment, "Love one another as I have first loved you." And, "Love you your neighbor as yourself." He instructed his followers to kind and generous to those in need.
Jesus Christ was against sexual, race and social barriers. Frequently running into conflict with both the religious and specular. He was a social revolutionary. He wanted to change the cultural norms of his day. And create a better and more humane society and world to live in. Would he believe in Black Lives Matter? Absolutely! He was very vocal about racial injustice in any form. Would he join peaceful protests! Absolutely and he would lead them himself.
Would he stop landlords from evicting widows and orphans? Of course he would. Would he forgive a man or a woman caught in the acts of adultery? Of course he would with the admonition.
"Woman where are your accusers? She replied no where at all. "Neither do I condemn you go and sin no more."
Jesus Christ not only had the power to heal people. He had the authority to forgive them as well. Frequently healing on the Jewish Sabbath Day. Jesus Christ committed several acts of random kindness contained in the four gospels of the Holy Bible. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. I highly recommend reading the Bible for yourselves beginning with the gospel of John.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 12, 2020
Slowly I walk to the window as I am attracted by the light
What could cause such brightness before my day becomes bright
I step out on the balcony, my eyes lured towards the sky
Spaceships of various sizes, is this our world in nigh
In the sky above Central Park, appears the daddy of them all
Whilst all around are smaller ones in deliberate hover fall
Just off to my right I hear explosions and screaming cries
Then suddenly down below, one hovers and catches my eye
Inscriptions on it's side, remind me of 2nd century glyphs
Can it be that they have been here before, and banish alien myth
The writings that I see are similar to the Mayan race
From the site at Naranjo, yes, Guatemala being the place
My mind in wheels of confusion as to why today has arrived
Leads me to think that this happening is genius in contrive
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As we walk along life's long race
And we look at the days we faced disgrace
Finding out when to walk with haste
From those troubles we must escape
Life will often find us sad
Wishing for things we never had
Trusting the one's who drive us mad
Looking for something to make us glad
Searching but never finding gold
Listening but not hearing what we're told
We sometimes find necessity to be bold
Looking for something for both body and soul
The desire to be more than what we are
hasn't escaped anyone not even stars
We must find the solutions not found in bars
And time must be kept to bind up the scars
Life of A True Muslim
I am a Muslim
And God I praise
For all of his blessings
In one God I believe
He is alone God of All His Beautiful Creatures.
He sit in Arsh e Mauala in His Holy Chair
Above one earth and 7 skies.
And watch His all creature from there
Lord of the universe
Compassionate to me
Muhammad the Prophet
Taught me the way
To be honest and truthful
Throughout everyday
The Holy Qur'an
The true guide of Muslims Life .
Its teachings I follow
without disobeying.
Islam is my religion
Preaches good deeds
And forbidden bad deeds
Mercy and Kindness are its key features
To the right path it leads
Upon all humanity
God showers his Grace
Regardless of colour
Nationality or race
Through working together
Our hopes increase
To live in a world
Full of love and peace
Full of love and peace
I am a Muslim
And God I praise
For all of His blessings
The importance of Islamic regulation
It develops a healthy nation
Whoever fears Allah
Will never harm His creation
One who has Imaan in his heart
Will never lie in his conversation
The person who is good to others
Is the one who gets appreciation
Each and every minute is precious
As we are in an examination
Whoever follows Islamic rules
Heaven will be his destination
O don't waste your precious time
As it is of a very small duration.
If we watch the life of a true Muslim.
His heart is free from greed;
He keeps away from sins,
And shuns all dishonest deeds.
His philosophy is simple,
It is called Islam:
Submission to Allah’s will,
The religion of Abraham.
He declares and bears witness:
There is no God but Allah,
And His messenger is Muhammad ,
The noble son of Abdullah.
Prayers strengthen his morals,
And fasting creates taqwa:
Which is fear of the Almighty;
Yes, it is the right formula!
The commitment to Islam,
He displays in the pilgrimage;
He happily pays the poor due;
With Allah is his wage.
He treats this worldly life,
As only a trifling matter;
His abode is in Paradise,
Forever, in the hereafter.
The heart of such a Muslim
Abounds with joy and happiness;
Whatever his Lord sends to him,
He accepts with thankfulness.
By Aliza Mukhtiar(Aliza Kashmala Kiran)
Pace in sure space
Ace in fond face
Test in attest
Quest with request
Air in deep flair
Stairs with cool airs
Out from clear shout
Bout hides about
Luck time can pluck
Tuck from stuff stuck
Tray in deep stray
Ray in grand tray
Stake that sure take
Flake tossing lake
Right flavours bright
Light in deep plight
Race of pure grace
Face speaks of ace
Sign of design
Line in recline
Maze bares amaze
Laze through a blaze
Late on a plate
Rate that ingrate
Loss in true gloss
Floss out that loss
Lick crafty slick
Tick with firm stick
Leon Enriquez
16 June 2016
Singapore
Be kind like rope
Be kind to enhance hope
Hope builds nest
Hope for the best
Best practice, we need
Best people has no greed
Greed invites crime
Greed wastes time
Time may come with bend
Time is best friend
Friend is cool like ice
Friend helps nice
Nice heart is always floppy
Nice thought makes us happy
Happy life brings success
Happy smile is ornament of face
Face reveals the heart
Face shines after getting a path
Path with hurdles, invites tension
Path is smooth with no passion
Passion is centre of nuisance
Passion is perimeter of disturbance
Disturbance kills peace
Disturbance minimises kiss
Kiss is hot and bold
Kiss is sweet and cold
Cold life is vibrant
Cold mind is brilliant
Brilliant people speaks less
Brilliant thought wins the race
Race is edge of knife
Race changes life
Life is for painting dream
Life is like a cake with cream
Cream is sweet and tasty
Cream is soft and white
White truth, very nice
White is for peace
Peace brings pleasure
Peace, we need ever
Ever you make me feel, you are mine
Ever you come in my dream
Dream of lovers grow in park
Dream is visible in dark
Dark cloud rains better
Dark thought shines never
Never force hope to die
Never force soul to cry
Cry removes pain of soul
Die happily after reaching all goals
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A young boy not yet eighteen
In pursuit of his lifelong dream
He made a pledge and took an oath
Sworn by one, bound by both
To serve his country with great devotion
In Vietnam beyond the Pacific Ocean
To a place filled with mortal strife.
And leaving behind the love of his life
Trained with honor, great dedication
To serve with pride his great nation
Willing to fight and willing to die
And if to fall...to heaven fly
His mother, father, child and lovely wife
Upon their lips a prayer to preserve his life
One by one the day’s slowly slip away,
God’s gift, his pleasure for another day
Deep in the jungle unaware of his fate
But now no more, he wanders to heaven’s gate
Outside her home a car appears
Bringing rise his wife’s greatest fears
Two soldier approach the door in slow cadence pace
Like rushing waters her heart begins to race
The door bell rings
What news they bring
On behalf of a grateful nation
Their words immediately caught her attention
These words are written across the wall
For the heroes who gave their all
Lying in my bed one night ,
I hear the quiet,
It does not feel at all right,
Something is about to take place,
In this disunited human race,
And then, the world that I knew,
Its comforts, my family, my dog,
My little pet frog,
My bicycle that took me
To school, No longer exist,
My arm is bleeding,
My heads’ spinning,
The noise, the blasts,
Impending
Bombs exploding,
Amongst all this chaos
I manage to find shelter near
What was my home,
An old photo of my parents
Floats up towards the sky,
Then down past me
Lands in front of
Something or someone strange
Who looks identical to me,
Am I dreaming,
This feels surreal.
A being extends their hand
To me without hesitation,
I am bewildered,
Petrified
Beyond imagination,
In sheer desperation, I accept,
Expecting the unimaginable,
The unfathomable,
A fog appears surrounding
Me as if it were a blanket,
I no longer feel like the target,
This being is gentle and kind
Our hands still entwined,
I am led up some stairs,
I turn around to see
The devastation,
The world behind me
Is an abomination,
Endless desecration,
I have nowhere to hide,
Don’t want to be left behind,
I enter a space where I
See familiar faces, my best friend,
My brother, my teacher,
My preacher,
The being tells me to not be afraid,
We are all on a crusade,
There are other familiar faces,
People I have met
During my lifetime on Earth
Selected¸
Destined,
To be reunited,
In a Universe
Of aeons far away
Where we would awake
Up one day,
On the banks of a watershed
Where we would tread
A new era, a greener place,
A new beginning
Where hopes would
Be brimming,
I felt humbled
I was to be a pioneer
An unknown spec of sand,
Among some
Of humanity who would
Begin a new world,
Part of a new universe
A parallel to the one destroyed
Whose population was no
Longer techno driven,
No hate or crime,
Just time,
Where you and I, would learn to
Survive all over again,
At a much slower pace,
Nothing anymore feels surreal
It is a new era dawning,
Along with a sense of belonging.
Leaves-piles are seen plenty in our place,
During summer or winter or spring or autumn's race;
Our games of any sort in fall are incomplete,
Without hiding within or beside heap of leaves-suit;
Jumping within leaves-piles is true fun,
As though slipping through bed-sheets velvet-spun;
Sometimes their dry-hard petioles poke,
Who minds it, when exhilaration constantly does provoke?
Occasionally from under a stray leaf a disturbed spider creeps,
Or a snail, in surprise, from within its shell peeps;
We continue, as though we're not worried at all,
Who, for this sake, can afford to miss true fun of the fall?
Competitions are parts of such pile-jumping,
Who does faster and finer and without any bumping?
Who lesser shatters the labyrinth around the heap?
Who could longer within the warm pile sleep?
Thus goes our jumping and leaping game till moms call,
Each one, as though deprived of great treasure, does crawl;
We impatiently wait for a new day to dawn soon,
That we might resume our games within leaves-dune…!
08 September 2022
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