Long Saint paul Poems

Two roads diverged in a mellow wood.
Rugged paths and uphill roads further ahead.
Dimly or half-hidden, like the wood itself.
Try to glimpse ahead.
But it is beyond disappearing eyes.
Part of my earthly tests.
Part of the riddle:
'Wherever I...

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"Meliorist's digest "


I am a Man.
A Man of many faces, ever since l found my true identity,
Most things known to me are through heuristics.

Yes l am foolish at times,
I lie, steal and cheat my way...

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The soul: Dear God, why do people suffer, even if they did (or did not) sin?
Jesus: My friend, look up at My Cross, into My Heart, & ask Me this again.

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Based on:

"...Almost always the individual...

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Poet Thy Fear, Should Have Thee Cast Onto Page

Poet thy fear, should have thee cast onto page
Sank ink deep into paper for posterity
Others have endured despair and insane rage
Failure to act denotes not weak temerity

Now...

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When I was a child along with my cousins we listen to heroic tales about our ancestors and in someway the mill was always mentioned. So we went to discover these EPIC Historic site. A...

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EVERYDAY IS GOD'S DAY

Threats of war-- shakes the peace floating in the breeze,
Bombs and guns, they rattle to break bony reasons of the mind,
Thorns and knocks that seed from biting disease,
Shouts and wails rising 'neath...

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The man from Tarsus, in Cilicia, in modern-day Turkey
bloodline of the Hebrews and Israelites of the Tribe of Benjamin. 
by racial ancestry Israelite
by citizenship Roman
by religion a follower of Judaism
born and raised among Greek culture

Educated...

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OUTSIDE THE BOUNDS OF SISTER CECILIA

the best firecracker 
otherworldly seven hues
hiss, cackle, kaboom

Yes, dear ones, I want to own a pen that produces perfect penmanship, the curlicue calligraphy that Sister Cecilia would have hated. Each...

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Midst gifts of life, like poison in nectar, pains flow in too,
Endlessly, as though, they pester us with unceasing woe; 
Schedules suffer; Works slacken; spirit and body slow down, 
Existence turns, like, eternal psycho-physic breakdown...!

Saint...

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St. Paul immersed in difficulties
Trials of various kinds
Wrote to his disciple Timothy
Must go back with Risen Jesus to Damascus

Follower the Law of Moses
Determined to fight
Every means
Even kill those regarded God’s enemies

On the way to Damascus
To...

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I’ve hurt some people in my life
That didn’t deserve the pain
I often didn’t truly realize
The suffering they’d obtain

I’ve done some things that I regret
Sins that were terrible to name
But I know that God gives grace
In...

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St. Paul immersed in difficulties
Trials of various kinds
Wrote to his disciple Timothy
Must go back with Risen Jesus to Damascus


Follower the Law of Moses
Determined to fight
Every means
Even kill those regarded God’s enemies

On the way to Damascus
To...

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effervescent swirling clouds
in turquoise summer skies
float like flocks of fair sheeps
in far away exuberant fields

beneath are cyclopean cypresses
touching celestial bosom
in deep periwinkle and corn flower
whilst  wheat fields
are golden fleece
waltzing with the west wind

oh, how...

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When all around is torn by strife,
woes without end beset your life.
When peace is but a dismal dream
a wistful wish or so it seems.

How can the soul in such a state
find peace when trials fill...

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Critics Beware!

Poets are vulnerable no less than anyone,
when fallen victim to outrageous critics.
As Shelley wrote,  critics' darts struck Keats,
who blindly,  cruelly, mocked 'Endymion.'

Lethal no less the heady potion  fame.
Some drowned, took poison,...

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Jesus is right: Life entails a balancing act
(He is never wrong, by the way) : -
"Be in this world, but NOT of it. Don't react."
(How? you ask. Impossible even for you!)
O just wait, when life...

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So, Saint Paul, you faced a thorn in your flesh?
I can hardly hide my envy tonight.
Softer and smoother than hay in the creche -
My cross does her best when I dim the light.

No threat of...

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Do we still judge fine
A drawing of line
Between a preacher
And a class teacher?
Teachers now God’s Priests:
Gospels clearing mists;
A lot of Saint Paul
Hatred for King Saul…
Preachers Grammar Teach
Good Spelling we breach;
In Pulpits spell “Peach”
And try voicing...

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In living's realm, it's Christ I find,
In His embrace, my soul aligned.
To die, the gain, a higher plane,
Beyond the mortal, I'll attain.

Transcendent journey, soul's ascent,
Through life and death, my faith unbent.
In Christ's embrace, I find...

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Old Mississippi 
Old Mississippi run, run, run
But she don’t talk all she does is run
Old Mississippi run, run, run
 The keeper of many secrets but she don’t talk all she does is run.

Old Mississippi run,...

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The sky 
reflected in the harvested field
that laps up against the walls of 
the Church of Saint-Paul de Mausole.
A surge of incriminating waves 
upon which the Word is cast,
its roots in the church 
that’s defined...

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