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By allowing her to leave in haste
and miss the signal of fate’s consequence,
I wrestle with this fumed moment…and
as knuckled hands tighten, my quest
for closure suffocates a hallway.
Backdoor lightly opens…the shadow- woman
rushes down down iron stairways.
I clutch those quivering hands upon rails...
her sweat mixed with tears grinding on my arms,
while I taste its pain, smell its despair.
The pungent flavour reeks of hidden sins,
of untold confessions trapped within
hardened pores: I wail, she wails
on the steep floor...
and we holler again. This need to open
what is locked from chains revolts me.
Afraid , I let go plugging the knob
which could finally release my false self.
........................
Craig Cornish's Contest
The Fourth Floor of Nowhere
9/19/2020
Masha Amini was an Iranian woman who was kept captive in jail for clamoring for Women’s Rights. Later she died in police custody under suspicious circumstances. Her death led to widespread civil unrest and protests. This is in the voice of Masha/ Civil uprising in Iran-Year, 2022
What crime did I do to deserve this?
To be brutally beaten and imprisoned?
When rapists, rogues and robbers roam scot-free
What crime did I do to deserve this persecution?
I am a woman of self-respect and dignity
I believe man and woman have equal rights
I wish to see my sisters walk in dignity
I can’t but rebel against all man-made manacles,
That bind a woman’s hands and legs,
Putting shackles on her mind, and body.
My mind revolts when we can’t walk free.
So offensive it is to cover our heads with hijab
And wrap ourselves in several folds of linen.
I feel it a blatant denial of human rights.
I am sure the unreasonable restrictions imposed,
Will smother and cripple the fair sex.
I am allegedly arrested and am now in prison bars,
For violating and disrespecting Iran’s ‘Modesty code’
The fanatics dream that with my death,
The clamor for freedom will die down.
I am sure it will only blaze fierce in future days,
Thousands will join, holding hands,
Pledging their solidarity for a common cause,
Drawing inspiration from me and women like me.
Again, our shrieks for freedom,
Can never be stifled or silenced.
In cloistered darkness, I wait,
Hoping to witness a bright sunrise.
August 7 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 50-53
Key Verse – Isaiah 50:10 Who is among you that feareth the LORD, that obeyeth the voice of his servant, that walketh in darkness, and hath no light? let him trust in the name of the LORD, and stay upon his God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR EXHORTING US
TO STAY UPON HIM
Praise be to God for exhorting us to stay upon Him:
Walking on His way
Working inside His will
Watching with His wisdom
Worshipping according to His Word
Winning wondrously over our weakness
Isaiah 51:1 Praise be to Lord for instructing us to seek Him as we:
Follow after His righteousness for our rejoicing
Feast upon His revival toward our restoration
Flee from rebellion, facing respect-readiness
Fulfill His requirements in our rejuvenation
Frown at revolts along our renewal
Isaiah 52:10 Praise be to the Saviour
for exposing to us His salvation so:
Security-sealed
Satisfaction-sufficient
Stability-settled and safety-set
Standard-steadfast while surety-sound
Sanctification-solid as well as Scripture-stablished
Isaiah 49:26 Praise be to the Creator
for His pleasure that:
Prospers us according to His purpose, prevailing through His plan
Performs with His providence, persisting amidst His power
Points us to His principles, pervading with His precepts
Presenting us His peace, proclaiming His presence
Pouring out His provisions, proving our prayers. Amen!
August 7, 2024
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The 3rd Period of the Spanish Era of Philippine History:
Revolts Against Spaniards
Despite the successful colonization by the Spanish government
Their subjects, both natives & creoles, became full of resentment
In government, economy & society, the Spaniards committed abuses
So there were uprisings & mutinies in several provinces
In government, oppression was done by Spanish authorities
So native rulers & tribes led uprisings in response to this
Native rulers like Sulayman & Lakandula, Malong & Almazan, Tomas & Ladia
Tribes like Irrayas & Zambals and conspirators in Tondo, Manila
In economy, because of taxes & tributes, monopoly & forced labor service
People & places subjects to these became to Spanish enemies
Against taxes & tributes were Magalat, Maniago, Silang & Palaris
Ilocos opposed wine monopoly, while Dabao & Sumuroy defied polo service
In society, there were rebellions for the sake of religion
And mutinies due to injustice & racial discrimination
Religious insurrections were led by Tamblot, Bankaw, Tapar & the Igorots
Mutinies for the creoles were led by Novales & the Bayots
This is the 3rd Period of Spanish Era – Revolts Against Spaniards
The valiant natives & creoles resorted to these amidst the hazards
Yet, despite of their blood & bravery, they virtually failed
God showed the Filipinos their flaws why the Spanish prevailed.
-05/15/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
A little low-voltage humor in monoku form depicting a fictional day at the Watt home...
The electrical engineer's wife greets him: "WIRE you INSULATE?"
Husband: WATTS it to you? Don't go blowing your CIRCUITS at least I'm OHM!
Wife: "Don't you make LIGHT of this if this were our daughter, you'd be GROUNDED!"
Husband: "Let's leave her out of this she can CONDUCTOR own business"
Wife: "Don't revAMP your story you know it reVOLTS me when you do that"
Husband: "Honey, I'm sorry it HERTZ just trying to keep you CURRENT"
Wife: "Well, I apologize for my RESISTANCE I felt POWERless"
Husband: "I didn't mean to give you STATIC but I'm feeling the SPARK now
Let's go enjoy an ELO concert it will be a good OUTLET"
Wife: "JOULE be SHOCKed to hear this... that would really reCHARGE my BATTERIES
You sure know how to flip my SWITCH we should do this with more FREQUENCY"
Husband, now whispering to the viewer "I just can't RESISTOR charm"
*** Note: ELO = Electric Light Orchestra (70's rock band) ***
Come on! Is that the best blast you've got?
Your thunder tantrums don't scare me - Your flash and flare they're half hot!
I love this dunder, blunder, thunder, and underhand rumble-in-the-jungle!
Touché! Olé! We're duellin' again with fork-pronged lightn' sparkling lances.
Clang! Bang! Ker-pow! Ker-plunk! Ker-thump! - Your thunder's late by years!
I flash, bash, smash, crash, gnash — while your Ker-boom goes boom blah, blah, Ahah!
Your quick flashback, claptrap wisecracks come back five seconds late.
Bolt after bolt, your jolts, revolts, cheap-shots and pot-shots hit my ear flaps.
All roar, no score, no gore, no nosebleeds — just air stabs in ionized air.
By then your temper, torage, outrage, out in the garage is binned — You lost!
You ain't learned nothin' from last night's plate-a-smashin' dry run.
Oh No! Don't let the rain come down!
We're both having far far too much fun!
You can't resist, can you — spoiling the perfect row —
By making up, way, way, way ..... too soon!
I
(A lone voice whispers)
Do you still miss me before we were slowly destroyed and betrayed
Would you tell anyone the truth of how we were played
By the demon associated with jealousy called Leviathan.
Even if God forced you to confess under duress
Although I know I've caused you so much distress
And your inner circle still revolts and screams like Mary Harris Jones
The grandmother of all agitators
Casting wild spells
Whenever they hear my name
When you visit family or friends who respond with wide alligator smiles
Before commenting and laughing about my tragic previous lifestyle
Like one of its many unwarranted administrators
I may now dance amongst the silvery stars
Now just a faded memory
No longer a member of your life's smiling parade
No more to sing
Smile or kiss
No more to hold hands with someone they really miss and watch the sunset
Lost in each other's eyes in total bliss
But if only I could see you one last time
I would move heaven and earth like Che Guevara
For you are still my silver glittering candelabra in the darkness
My second heartbeat
My magical Abracadabra
Which always wakes me like my own version of Desiderata
At 4 am
In the middle of each lonely heartbroken night
In here
Amongst the ever-moving shadows of The Great In-Between
The dark rift the broken enter
In dreams
When their life totally falls apart at the seams
I miss you
Alanna
I just hope and pray you're happy
Still living pill free
In a new era
So just remember me
Your forever one and only
Daraya
The silent watcher, whose now a citizen on the other side
Lost
But happy tonight
Just listening to Prince Rogers Nelson perform a show and sing
Sometimes it snows in April
In The Hotel California
As the Pharisee's Golden Bells
Hidden all around us
Rings
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
LIGHTHOUSE
Fiery Lightning flashes with thunderbolts
Cluster of dark clouds assemble to roar
Sudden gust in lust just bursts and revolts
Startling rays from lighthouse not to ignore.
Violent Vortex threatens Vessels on sail
Ocean waves thrashing on devastating ways
Strong storms chasing forceful showers in hail
Lone Lighthouse sending sparkling beams always
Topsy-turvy ocean waves grow outrage
Tremendous torrent break through rowdy cloud.
Frightened passengers on dark night voyage.
Tireless Lighthouse shines sleepless dauntless proud.
As turbulence in life seeks savior
Soul as Lighthouse stands sentinel over.
07-27- 17
Lighthouse Contest by Eve Roper
Second Place
Traffic lights gleamed dark red
What was I ever thinking?
It was a cramped party, hallways smelled of whiskey
Sound of the bass boomed on down from the kitchen
You stole my glance so quick, didn't even bother asking
Like an amazed crowd, my eyes were stuck like tape
Your clamping steel grip led me to your flashy car
Rows of young women wearing lace robes
Didn't you say this was just a small dinner?
You whisper a sentence, then line us all up
This isn't the romance I thought I deserved
You love some textbook more than your wives
Is this my home or a cruel trick I don't get?
Veiled and draped in a gown, mute and helpless
My eyes do the talking which I cannot do
That same blue Mercedes drives me to Valhalla
Revolts and protesting got us to the top
We lead this group better than he ever did
You stir it one way and they the other,
but the mixture stays just as hot
You attack their motives and they attack yours,
while the contents boil and rot
“It needs to be this way”… the other side revolts,
“Your mind’s faulty with avarice and greed”
The pot has simmered; the broth is thick,
and its bottom not easy to see
A mutual exclusion, first left then right
a feast—all soul’s consumed
With spoon or fork, its offering slick
when the bowls come out at noon
In single file, day turns to night
pointed talk with nothing said
Both cupboard’s bare, two rat’s within
guarding their last crust of bread
When the final story is written and told
of what in concert you destroyed
A drum will beat, zero-sum complete
leaving you soulless—but still conjoined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)