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Who do we search for, in this wilderness
Oh weary lama, there is no one here
That that is, is just ourself as oneness
Known when we choose to hear by inner ear
As magnetism each pore of form does sear
Enabled, when with love pulse we align
Vibrant bliss in form, that our heart holds dear
As we be now breathed by God’s breath divine
In this dream, feeling of separateness
Delusion, as we pursue earth career
Man against man in strife and ruthlessness
At all costs securing, what heart holds dear
Ego from shadows, does tauntingly leer
For myriad desire objects we pine
Fleeting is pleasure, short lived is our cheer
As we be now breathed by God’s breath divine
In time we hark conscience, as consciousness
Voice soft and subtle, allays our deep fear
We shift then to interconnectedness
Empathy love hue deems each soul our peer
Lower mind fades, as we become a seer
Head, heart and love, stand erect in a line
God’s our flagship, our life course He does steer
As we be now breathed by God’s breath divine
When ordained by grace we see God appear
Our soul stands still under the oneness sign
We vaporise as bliss each node does spear
As we be now breathed by God’s breath divine
18-January-2022
KINDNESS
Crucified Lord in unbearable pain uttered
‘May God forgive these people
Who are not aware of their guilt.’
On journey of my life,
while tackling terrible trouble,
unkindness, ruthlessness
encircled me.
Loneliness, helplessness and grief are my companions.
Onward I always wish to try my utmost
to be kind to people in misery.
This is not my nobleness,
but mere reflexive urge
to be kind to people in misery.
Kindness evolves from sufferings.
11/17/16
Quote Prompt I Contest Eighth Place
by Laura Loo.
A new king over Egypt then arose,
Joseph's esteem, no longer of record.
He said, "Behold, Israel has grown large;
They are too numerous to be ignored."
"Come now, we need to deal shrewdly with this,
Lest they increase, with our enemies band,
Before war breaks out, and we are out-manned,
Fight against us and escape from the land."
Therefore, they set taskmasters over them:
Heavy burdens were laid on their shoulders,
Forced to build stores in Pithom and Raamses,
Heavily burdened by the king's soldiers.
Oppression did not have desired effect;
The opposite, in fact, a thing quite odd:
It seems the more the king pressed down on them,
The more they multiplied and spread abroad.
And so all Egypt lived in dread of them;
Their ruthlessness 'gainst Israel increased.
As slaves, they made their lives bitter and hard;
The mortar, brick, and field work never ceased.
The king, in this, did not relinquish, waive,
And thus did Israel become a slave.
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(from Exodus 1)
Night Owl
A feathered creature lurking into the night
They never sleep in the darkness delight
Always aware of its strange surroundings
Moves quietly and peacefully observing
With haunted and luminous yellow eyes
A night owl watches everything simultaneously
Balanced miles high looking down concentrating
Night owls prey and hunt ruthlessness viewing
Amphibians, reptiles, insects, rodents, fish and other flying birds
A skilled nocturnal hunter to devour
A captivating but rugged night creature
Adapt in its own inhabitant hiding in the darkest shadows
They survive in the cool breeze nightly
As a unique predator under surveillance like an eagle eye
Sitting, just waiting up high in silent
The night owl plunges from the tree top descending into the ruins
Another kill and another delicious feast
Everything dead is beautiful food anchored to the sky
They beat me; spat on me shoved me in
a corner kicked dirt over me due to my
gentleness I stood up shook off their cruelty.
Their brutality, didn’t extinguish my light
I pressed on with my life, worked so very
hard serving only one God who loves me.
Their viciousness didn’t stop me in my
tracks only delayed me, I continued on
learning and working for my betterment.
Their heartlessness caused me deep physical
and mental harm by the beatings and verbal
degradation but that still didn’t deter me.
With their mercilessness they still couldn’t
stop my determination, I am far away from
them now, I forged ahead with resolve.
All of those who sought to destroy me I will
never be voiceless again and confirm the evil
ones failed miserably, as God has freed me.
With their ruthlessness I am not silenced
I speak out for the lowly ones in my poetry
and I am a humble and grateful in print poet.
They couldn’t extinguish me or my success
that I now share with the world through
my poems and I am no longer unspoken.
With their ignorance they cannot measure
my life in anyway whatsoever and cannot
deny my strong determination and courage.
As of today, I reign in God’s mercy as He has
pulled me from the raging waters deeming
that I am worthy and have merit in His eyes.
How can you focus on love, when you’re solely focused on hate?
How can you focus on beginning, when you’re solely focused on killing?
How can you focus on nurturing, when you’re solely focused on discouraging?
How can you focus on fullness, when you’re solely focused on lust?
How can you focus on compassion, when you’re solely focused on ruthlessness?
How can you focus on appreciating, when you’re solely focused on disrespecting?
How can you focus on heart, when you’re solely focused on outward?
How can you focus on connection, when you’re solely focused on detaching?
How can you focus on loyalty, when you’re solely focused on being fickle?
How can you focus on kindness, when you’re solely focused on ridiculing?
How can you focus on defending, when you’re solely focused on abusing?
How can you focus on harmony, when you’re solely focused on war?
How can you focus on happiness, when you’re solely focused on sadness?
How can you focus on growing, when you’re solely focused on minimizing?
How can you focus on caring, when you’re solely focused on disliking?
How can you focus on your emotions, when you’re solely focused on numbness?
How can you focus on courtesy, when you’re solely focused on grievance?
How can you focus on creation, when you’re solely focused on competition?
How can you focus on dreaming, when you’re solely focused on being perfect?
How can you focus on discovering, when you’re solely focused on concealing?
How can you focus on encouraging, when you’re solely focused on hiding?
How can you focus on the present, when you’re solely focused on always looking?
How can you focus on actually living, when you’re solely focused on surviving?
How can you focus on life’s riches, when you’re solely focused on greed?
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Forever grateful
The Cross of Calvary is Eternal
There is room at the Cross so
Don’t toss your life on the banner of ruthlessness.
Darkness can't keep out the LIGHT because
There is still room at the CROSS
There is room for you and me!
The CROSS deals with Sin
His BLOOD washes away our sins
There is still room at the CROSS
There is still room in HIS KINGDOM
There is room for you and me!
The LIGHT is here to stay.
It will not fade away!
The blade of error will not stop the light.
Jesus rose from the GRAVE.
He is the ONE who saves our lives.
Forever grateful
The Cross of Calvary is Eternal
Mark Frank
Copyright 2026
There will be no tomorrow
so we will hold our fate in silence
We still have precious moments
to spend in wondrous illusions
and fool our hearts...if briefly
accommodating goodbye
in a world gone mad
We will spend our last moments
of reverent understanding
with love's purest passions, without restraint
and give thanks to the quiet breath of evening
among the fiery ashes of war
How dark and unending is cruelty
How evil the times we live in
Could that we slip away in the dark of night
and leave this nightmare of exploding thunder
that kills without mercy
For death is coming
and we will face its ruthlessness
holding tight among the dead and dying
I will reach for your fingers to grasp
and wipe away your last tear
until my last breath
I wish we could have known another time
another place
8/19/19
contest What If there is no Tomorrow
If poverty were human,
What would they be like?
Would he be stout and tall,
Unyielding in his ruthlessness?
Or a frail young woman,
Weary in her helplessness?
Would he stink of broken hopes,
And those of starved deaths?
Or would she smell of a long day,
And hard-earned pennies?
Would he have calloused fingers,
From years of crawling the dirt?
Or would she have frayed long lines,
Engraving her palm and destiny with silent endurance?
How would he look like when he smiled?
Sinister in his biased cruelty?
Or compassionate and patient,
In the face of unwarranted sufferings?
Lastly, how would the eyes be?
The windows to the soul, they say.
Would they be hard and grey,
With sadistic pleasure for the fallen?
Or would they be hopeful for what's to come,
And grateful for the little that they have?
Queen P. Mantis was majestic, beautiful, daring and fine.
The men lined up quickly, hoping to be at the head of the line.
Watch out, one father told his son, or it’s off with your head.
He decided he would please her, he would retain life instead.
She walked with a flourish, her blue satin dress a fine swish.
She had a gorgeous look about her, thinks young Stud Fish.
Ignoring his father’s counsel, he tried to catch her green eye.
She stopped in front of him, giving him a thumbs up kind of sigh.
The Mantises in waiting were excited, for he had a handsome side kick.
Jasper was hustled into their chamber, where their perfumes were thick.
Stud Fish was taken behind the throne room, in a secret kind of way.
He knew he was going to father some princes before end of this day.
His father yelled “I love you son” which made him irritated.
He was sure the ruthlessness of Queen P. Mantis was highly overrated.
His mother began to wail and weep; his parents began to keen.
He gave an apology quickly to the lovely, beautiful young queen.
The deed was done, and he felt confident everything was quite all right.
Everything got black and he found himself surrounded by white light.
Walking up Jacob’s ladder, he saw his sidekick Jasper up ahead.
That’s when he remembered the queen had bitten off his head.