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He stumbles on the subway
Initially I cringe
I'm put off by the way he smells
From alcoholic binge
He mumbles incoherent
I start to feel ashamed
I slide my hand in my front pocket
Fumbling for some change
But I don't think he's asking
And now I feel confused
Why suddenly he's deathly still
In contemplative muse
It's then I sensed my pity
That's founded in this thought
This vagrant's smell is rank with failure
Surely mine is not
But just as surely comes the notion
That my thought is wrong
That maybe this man's always been
My equal all along
And in my mind I contemplate
Why I refused to see
My world won't be so bad a place
If love is given free
And so my judgment loosens as
I know not where he's been
A brotherhood in harmony
Absolves the need for sin
I owe this man his right to freedom
The same that he owes me
I spare myself the cost of pain
And simply let him be
And from that moment on I'd ponder
My inner vagrancy
But was it me who smiled at him
Or him who smiled at me?
February 9 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 24-25
Key Verse – Leviticus 24:4 He shall order the lamps upon the pure candlestick before the LORD continually.
FAITH IN GOD WHO LIGHTS OUR LAMPS CONTINUALLY
God lights our lamps continually as we obey His commandments…
So privileged are we to go forward by faith against impediments
Since He calls us to march upward toward holy encampments
With His leadership upholding our obedience-propelled accomplishments.
God lights our lamps continually as we pitch upon His standard…
So blessed are we to follow Him by faith, our Captain and Guard
Since He sets us in His service-vineyard
With His orders directing us, every steward.
God lights our lamps continually as we stay in His holiness’ rank…
So joyful are we to remain by faith along righteousness-bank
Since He keeps us in His love, and Him we sincerely thank
With His sanctification according to His Word, divinely frank.
God lights our lamps continually as we praise His majestic name…
So grateful are we to be consecrated by faith along His ministry’s flame
Since He brings us into His watchfulness we can proclaim
With His instructions charging us to trust His promises we can claim.
God lights our lamps continually as we testify about His goodness…
So humbled are we to receive by faith His provisions’ bountifulness
Since He supplies us to share His gifts of graciousness
With His care nurturing us midst lovingkindness.
God lights our lamps continually as we work in His tabernacle…
So awed are we to witness by faith His might and miracle
Since He strengthens us to be vessels of honour by prayer-buckle
With His hand propping our labour we willingly tackle.
God lights our lamps continually as we live for His glory…
So excited are we to declare by faith His Gospel story
Since He exhorts us by His Word preached in His sanctuary
With His vision guiding our mission toward victory.
February 9, 2025
there is nothing grander
i aspire to than spending
long moonlit nights
and the best of days
with pen and paper
toying with words
lingering with notions
dreaming up verses
giving tribute to intricacies
and mysteries of the universe
as much as it pains me
the hours get away from me
while i settle for
the lowly rank
of part time poet
when i'd rather be
wholeheartedly
a poetess full fledged
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~SEEKING PEACE OF MIND~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on July 6, 2019 for contest PART TIME POET sponsored by MICHELLE FAULKNER - RANKED 4th
A simple god so slender and symbolic
having a one way onslaught in his approach
and toiling with the master-class of the game
to revolutionize an entire country away from his.
He bastardized his inheritance of stiffness and a crunch system
To transmit the pleasure of a video game to a live coverage.
A believer of his approach, a missionary in his style,
legendary in his execution, but often blind to its short comings.
Going an entire season without a fault
and giving the possibility to travel cloud 49
makes his glory carry such schoolbag of mysteries and awe.
From the African prince of Monaco, to the great George Weah
and the Dennises, Thierrys, Vierras and Anelkas,
he converts a dusty wood into a luxurious boat.
Academy is his bedroom, ventilated by continuity
even though some megastars were short of understanding this.
Maintenance of a certain threshold even with half loaded guns
is very difficult to achieve and impossible to maintain
but not at all to this attacking minded General.
Spending a decade to shoot regions near the actual target
under the stuffiness of limitations both in finances and talents
shines the stadium light even in the darkness of his underachievement.
Prudence and a closed fist was his personality’s widget
b’cos glory on the pitch alone isn’t his mental gadget.
Placing a repercussion of a very stiff budget
and his command, downgraded so low to a midget.
All these because he’s carried the club like a personal object
placing the short sightedness of instant glories to an eject.
Stability in his empire is now a complete project
As his winning dominance was once a European subject.
He’s now back with an intimidation which will make opposition fidget.
Back to his rank, as he wears all the colours
rising in significance after all the hurdles
heart poured out to a club glorifies him beyond a mere coach,
the riches of such dedication influences the staff of his reputation,
winning and being a champion has always been his signature.
He has once again proven it,
as the world of sports stands still in ultimate salute.
Ten times ten they march to battle each with brethren by there side
rifles raised, and sabres rattle as ten good men were felled and died.
Nine times ten push on for glory through hell of fire with hand on gun
each longs to live to tell there story as another ten good men are done.
Eight times ten will not encumber as shot and lead descend like rain
to fear the bullet with there number another ten good men are slain.
Seven times ten in rank and file fear in heart they forge on ahead
brothers falling across the mile as another ten good men lay dead.
Six times ten begin to waver yet steel their courage apon the wall
prayers to god to be there saviour another ten good men does fall.
Five times ten dig in with valour as inch by inch they press along
strong in heart they will not cower another ten good men are gone.
Four times ten can move no longer yet with heart hold their ground
the sounds of battle rising stronger another ten good men are downed.
Three times ten embrace with honour there fate to stand apon the last
to face the steed with death upon her another ten good men have passed.
Two times ten address each other tears in hearts with courage laid
a final charge beside there brother another ten good men have paid.
One times ten with bayonets flashing a braver heart can do no more
one by one the last come crashing as another dead man hits the floor.
The last man standing hands asunder discarded rifle lays at his side
foregoes the glory death and thunder to live and tell of those who died.
" the Power Of Entertainment" Rantez Peacock and his freind:"Wild, Wild" Devin Swink, made there in ring debut. Given the opportunity to receive a "Premier Trophy"tagteam title opportunity, they forfeited the original match to Lyon Smiles and Cheetah Grins, who opted out of there match against, " the Greatest Team Ever" Manez Manez, who had 55;1 against them. In order to secure there number one contention rank, which afforded them Three title opportunities, they withdrew and allowed there Sunday nite opponents the chance of there life. Well, the "Friday Big Buffalo Rassling Nyte" came and the match went on. 12;34 into the bout,
Tag Team champion Manez II was thrown out of the ring, a large black gloved hand came from under the ring apron, and "parch-poked" Manez II. The guy came from from under the ring and thrown Manez II back in to be pinned at 14;45. The guy under the ring was Cheetah Grins. Setting the New guy's up for there title opportunity against a les favored team.Cheetah uses the "Corsit of Gelm" usually as a precursor to his Balines chop
WITH REGARDS
We have a common platform to perform
in Poetry Soup and so are souper friends.
He is an Earth-Scientist holding high profile
with academic proficiency
and owning a poetic heart
with excellent expressive efficiency.
having profound command on English language.
I have learnt so many tough and strong words
going through his poems,
seeming rare gems
to enrich my limited vocabulary.
Both being Indian, we possess same origin.
Some inter relationship, our ancestors can claim:
As my paternal title is same to his surname.
He is senior to me: I pay respect.
As Geologist he traveled lot doing hard hazard field work.
I guess, he carries special fascination on Meadow
which exhibits his Avtaar.
In list of contestant poets at present
he sits on third rank.
To be frank
I have not met him, but I admire.
To conclude: A glimpse of poetic touch by him:
“The feeling of emotion, the beginning,
The meaning of emotion, the end.”
09/23/19
Third Place
'Pick A Friend From Soup' Contest by Bobby May
A meeting was held
Buzz was getting ready to tell
Information that were facts
Making people pack
Since they got sacked
When the canary entered the hive
Already dungeon arrested in his dive
Worker bees acknowledged he arrived
Walking strong
Knowing something was wrong
Making a point
Very early in the hornets joint
“If I am leaving this rank
This canary still has money in the bank”
With a beat tea eye
Taunted hornet accepted the goodbye
Then using a stringer
He unleashed two that were stingers
Confirming being level
With honey casted as the west ham devil
Distancing themselves
On the table shelves
From Mr. Bourne’s mouth and his cherries
Already buried
Next to Aston’s Villa
Who still a
Small chance
For the Claret and Blue Army to advance
Another civil dialogue was taking place
Royals in the crystal palace reality ready to face
Pensioners pleaded their case
Scoring quickly two like in a race
Needing some grace
Royals took a shot
That was hot
An explanation
About this situation
“Will all going to get fried”
King Glazier did cry
Then a little later
Financial records were offered as a trader
Queen Eagle did some addressing
Adding two goals calling it window dressing
Feeling they will find a way
To pass the elite grade
Top four Chelsea will stay
Being a representative in more matches and getting paid
You in the uniform
Your rank and stance
The battle
I say thanks for your service
Wars you fought
Soldiers who didn’t survive
Honor among the dead
The flag waves for your service
I salute the ARMY, NAVY, MARINES, AIR FORCE and other military groups
Mission achieved
There are missions that are still going on
For those soldiers continued to remain strong
Your wounds are your rewards
How wars can be
The ashes only a soldier can see
Bitterness of war
Soldier defense
Always ready
Holding steady
Enemy lookout
Always a Veteran
At your best
True Veteran
The only that can contest
Doesn’t matter past nor current
Standing tall
Conquered all
Happy Veteran’s Day the call
I was out walking on a trek
through forested Adirondack hills,
looking for a good place to camp,
to drop my pack and just chill.
It was a weekend excursion,
and I’d already done eight miles,
seeking out the kind of peace
a man only finds in the wild.
Summiting a gentle knoll,
the forest dropped by the wayside,
for a moment I couldn’t register
what lay before my eyes.
There stood a sprawling logging camp,
hewn from rough, fallen trees,
and a beaten path where horses
had trod upon the scene.
I stood there in stunned silence,
how could this all exist?
How could they be profitable,
and in this modern world persist?
Maybe It was a niche thing,
some sort of nostalgic deal,
or a camp of recreationists
who wanted to make it ‘real.’
Just then one of the ‘jacks waved,
and I walked into their camp,
He smiled, saying,”You look like
a right regular deep woods tramp.
“Cookee’s serving up chow soon,
why don’t you come and stay,
we can always find a spare bunk,
you won’t get in the way.”
Now a hot meal in the deep woods
is not something to turn down,
so I went inside and feasted
On beef, beans, and bread brown.
After eating I settled on in
to the spacious, if rank, bunk room.
The men told stories of their times,
of log drives and forest gloom.
Their names were Dutch, Red, Albert,
Guillame, Flash, and Scotty,
They frowned but once, when they said
they sure missed their friend Guy.
We all played cards to pass time,
and a few smoked long pipes,
one by one we all dripped off,
and slept a quiet, peaceful night.
The next morning after flapjacks
I set back upon my path,
and waved to the fellows true
who’d recreated the past.
They were such a friendly lot
that I went back two more times,
a fine summer, I do say so,
but something itched in my mind…
That itch came to the forefront
one chilly, October morn,
I was talking with my good bud,
local historian Nick DeLorn.
Nick had a brace of posters,
pictures of old logging camps.
He was putting them up above
the town museum’s wheel-chair ramp...
CONCLUDES IN PART II