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Golly, this day could be my very
last!
So no, I am not going to organize
my house really fast.
I will sit with my cat, her calico
fur, a love drape upon me.
With warm cup of Joe and yes,
writing poetry that sings of life,
not strife!
Not one ear of mine for doomsday
sayers.
Who love predicting our coming end.
Go look out your window, do!
Do you see millions of dead?
Is an iceberg in your yard, over
your head?
That's the vision the media wants
you to retain.
A planet filled with floods, fires
and incurable pain.
Their latest is the pandemic scare,
hello?
Get your flu shot, the drug
companies see you are a cash cow.
"Come down to the pharmacy,get your
flu shot," they hawk now!
Ah, media, I love your theatrics!
As evil as the snake in Eden was.
How crazy are your prancing antics!
Such pitiful, feigned hypocrisy.
Negative, overpaid, lying donkeys!
Methinks Panagiota dislikes phony
news.
Very true, very true!
News should be on one night a year.
Imagine how free your mind would be.
Not overloaded by the mongrels of
flotsom and jetson chicanery.
September 20, 2019
Are we mystical beings? the child asked me.
Theological question given to thee.
How do I answer? I have nothing to hide.
My true response lies deeply way down inside.
Answer not easily given my child.
Oft given in dreams or walks in the wild.
So I say God wants you to hear your own truth.
Don’t listen to others or sayers of sooth.
Follow your spirit, your soul’s simple knowing.
Live your good hopes, your dreams always showing.
Answers will come from the love that you feel.
Not books or others, so follow your real.
I feel this: my God is love pure as snow.
And I hope to be His angel when I go.
Ingredients To Achieve A Dream - Panagiota Romios
Dream Recipe: Ingredients
Have a huge dream that seems unachievable!
Be fearless and put up pictures of that dream all over your house.
Invite your God to mentor you and then close your ears.
As the world is replete with nay-sayers out to choke you with fear.
You think I am supercilious or dallying in a game?
No, this is so real, if you don't do this, you will find others or
circumstances to blame.
Most importantly, do go on a total news diet.
Total abstinence, please, oh please, just try it?
Read and listen to only things that uplift you heart.
Be very careful as what enters your mind, as all that
becomes you.
And if suffering from any illness, do the best you can to not let
it define you!
Don't let anyone ever steal your dream.
Then your life can be the Creme de la Creme!
February 19' 2020
3:30pm PST
Without malice nor forth-thought,
no wide dee what aye will write
and thus would gladly take suggestions,
hence coon sitter this
manifesting poetic effort an in vite
unusual, yes, boot
oft times mental blitzkrieg
brainstorm relapses (pondering)
the same trite,
hence on a whim aye pulled
out all the stops in an effort
to zero in on an in site
full topic in situ, which need
not be politically wrong or right
and trying to tow the line (to avoid
upsetting some person,
faction, ethnicity...quite
impossible, and...oh gnome hatter
that any individual
could share unpleasant
worldly news, (aye avoid
gloom of neigh sayers),
and much prefer to weigh in on
the contemplation of a personal plight,
which sudden on rush of ideas
(akin to an emotional tsunami)
usually occurring at night,
whereby an indomitable surges
of overwhelming might
flashes thru my consciousness light
ting up thine entire cerebral circuitboard,
whereupon this white knight
feels mounted up a wild steed
with fiery eyes that seem to ignite
reining up on hind quarters
to an exceptional height
and now reached a writer impasse, I abhor,
where flow of bubbling ideas
find me marooned as if
stranded on a sand bar
came to screeching stop, thence desperation
analogous caught in a traffic,
and ready to jump out the car
or perhaps feeling
a day late, and dollar
short aghast that glib flow, an exception
that showed me as a
false prophet with no exemplar
of English language with prospects
landing deal as best selling author far
remote then getting struck
by lightening twice starkly aware
ma fingers could not even play
a one string guitar.
IN ALLUSION TO QUESTIONS ON SCIENCE AND RELIGION
Continuous documents of life lived and gone
Lay buried beneath Earth’s various layers:
More precious than gold is petrified bone;
Save the questioning of the Creation Sayers.
Cannot dead evidence give life to truth?
Is there reason that Noah’s Arch must be fantasy?
Should we question the lesson of Ruth?
What religion teaches, science gives it creative reality.
Faith is nourished on belief in both seen and unseen;
Science, on empirical evidence of what was and now is:
Both relying on what is revealed of the beginning scene—
What daunting challenge to our pillars of intellectual tiers?
Is not the revelations unearthed by the faithful pursuit of paleontology
The resurrected evidence of that which has given rise to our religiosity?
You told me I was not just average!
But when told that all one's life we
are...
We define ourself as such.
Till some metaphysical angel blows
the cobwebs off your mind.
Then, like a baby,we learn to think
and talk in ways of our own..
We grow beyond definition.
We rise to new heights with grace
and precision.
No boundaries, nor inhibitions!
The nay Sayers are still clinging to
their cribs and cities,
We live in states and in countries new!
Make new friends and we don't look back.
We lay track. We are not sheeples.
Lessons learned, openness to life
Not stuck to cliches from long ago..
Have made my life a meteoric ride,
An original life of which some may
disapprove.
The joy is one not need the stamp
Of approval from anyone in the present.
You, yourself, must give yourself the
coveted prize.
The past is but a wonderful to visit,
a soul vacation.
But the transformation into a butterfly
of a being...
Freedom and not seeking adulation!
Living in this day, in the now,
fully,
Has by far more a deeper meaning
And vast spiritual implications.
Pangiota Romios
3/6/2019
Darker shades of wealthy black
turn to sinking red,
the world you knew abandons you,
just like the nay-sayers said.
You’ve got no leg to stand on,
can’t reap what’s not been sown,
crash course in reality,
how’s it feel being on your own?
Faces with their leering smiles,
look like wolves at prey,
sizing up their latest game,
before it’s time to play.
You’ve got no home to run to
and your dollars number few,
bitter flavor of reality,
it all falls down on you.
Pleading loud to change it all,
making it your cause...
sorry kid, the world goes on
by strict, unchanging laws.
The choice to face it always comes,
and better it comes quick,
the longer you fake reality
the more you're screwed by it.
“Lord, mine enemies multiply,
bootlicks grow brazen.
Put thy boot upon their necks.
curse all no-nodding nay-sayers.
Silence.
David:
“The Lord scoffs at them, rebukes them in His anger.”
Silence.
“Answer me when I call You my righteous God.”
A Voice:
Read me a sweeter psalm David,
write Me upon the shivering hide of a newborn cur.
Blow your blues out of your trumpeting mouth.
The hard of hearing call me.: Lord, Lord, Lord!
Their ears are sounding boards for the clacking
of zealous tongues.
You I shall make wise upon an appointed time
and you shall not know
your left hand from your right,
nor will you see friend or foe before you.
Then when you are dumbstruck and as compliant.
as sweet meadow grass
I will raise you up from out of this mirage
of you,
until you are above the image of any me or I.
The one breath of the Father and the son
will be aware of none other. but be a beckoning,
a psalm for all those yet floundering.
within a mind-miasma.
There is a Light,
a light seen only by that Light itself.
Now David, go light a small candle,
place it into a closeted niche of being,
praise the silence of that flame
until 'times dream' snuffs itself entirely out.
Oh to sing the Song of Songs
and within his arms belong
there to look upon his face
is the dwelling of heavens place
with ones tears to wash his feet
and know his favor is complete
to share his table and his wine
and be bathed in Love divine
Perfect Love does cast out fear
when you walk with God so near
and when I become his lover
proceed he will my sins to cover
When born from God your free from sin
because the seed of loves from him
but the planted seeds must grow
spirit will teach what you must know
Not every spirit is from God
but only those who Jesus laud
that Jesus has come in the flesh
was propitiation with his death
That no lier works the truth
the serpents tongue a sayers sooth
practice of transgression commit
doing what love does not permit
If you walk in love you will not sin
or practice harm to other men
if for Love one becomes hated
from the world such is fated
That whosoever hears his voice
knowing loves the only choice
will be the one to overcome
walking as if already done
He who does not love knows naught God
nor in his path will he trod
but he that gave his life for us
and in him we will put our trust
Love is always perfect but I am not
covering for sin has Jesus bought
to purchase my life did he pay
the possession of Love forever stay
know little children love is from God
and he who walks with God walks in Love
source 1st John
Apocalypse 5:9-10 14:3 15:1-4
and Song of Solomon
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Written By: D. Collins 9/23/17
Wait 'til tomorrow when all brothers kick in.
Something that never should've been said by a President.
Does he remember Gayle Sayers and Walter Payton?
People who gave of themselves to save this nation.
The SOB's are coming out based on what he said.
Even white boys know without us the league is dead.
Wait 'til tomorrow, when the SOB's show off.
Kneel down on one knee and show their Patriots.
Tomorrow, around one, the world will see.
Even white boys acting just like me.
Dirty is dirty, and it has no color.
Wait 'til tomorrow, guaranteed, my brother.