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Four Billion years or thereabouts
Earth has orbited its appointed place
Slowly and surely developing into
A safe and hospitable living space
What a strange year this has been
Year Two Thousand and Twenty Two
You seem to have bern so long passing
And I’m so glad to see the back of you.
A year of invasion and Warfare
Of bullies flexing their might
Seeming secure in their belief
That might alone is right.
A year of political spectres
Of crooks, spivs and ghouls
Carelessly showing to the world we
Are lead by blatant self seeking fools.
The greedy and avaricious seem
To want, and take, more and more
Leaving even less for the peasants
To fight and grub for off the floor.
The rich man in his castle still,
Security light and guard at his gate,
More and more decrying the excesses
Of the battered remnant Welfare State.
So goodbye twenty twenty two
Heaven only knows what we’ll see,
More of the same and worse I think, when
They usher in year Twenty Twenty Three.
Four thousand years give a century or two
That’s just about as long as it’s taken
For man to abuse Earth’s delicate balance
And leave it stunned and badly shaken
The turning wheel of time stirs up the dust of disarray,
that settles in the crumbling cauldron of disordered life.
In the maiming moments of disdained dejection,
truth tumbles in the mélange of disorienting chaos.
Under the scorching blaze of the envy flame,
the desiccated soul suffers parched and forsaken,
searches for the niche of sanguinity in self-belief
to get the self-seeking shade of hope in frustration.
The sapling of irresistible longing rooted deep in desire,
nurtured in the receptive core of the longing heart,
blossoms the flower of passionate hedonism,
luring the being with the illusion of impulsive urge.
In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay,
the mangled mind is disheveled to a dishabille state,
tries to snap the chords of captivating greed,
the psychic cascade of unconcern carries them away.
Chasing the mirage across the dunes of desolation,
the hope of taking life to the oasis disappears deluded.
As the beleaguering storm of disenchantment blows,
consciousness takes the correction course to undo despair.
the circle of evil
Christianity is embedded in Europe's mind
alas, it is losing its grip under the influence
of other religions and heathen life
The clerics have nothing to offer, only
platitude and sex abuse behind glorious
brocade and oily words.
Love, charity, and forgiveness are
forgotten in the melee of free expression
We are served a TV that lacks humor
banality seeking to mollify the masses
Comedy is no longer ironic but is about
using filthy words to harvest laughter
Politicians are self-seeking and corrupt
even when wrong, go on telling lies
Newspapers, too, served as gospel truth
because we have lost the real meaning
which is about respect and love
peace and forgiveness; the rest is humbug
spoken from pulpits, in churches, that
has lost all credibility
A storm is brewing, I fear, of unprecedented magnitude.
The storm in mind is not one related to the weather;
Nonetheless, entities and objects of interest are already being cast about and displaced. None should be surprised, because the forecast has been clear as crystal.
The warning of lightning has been firing up the skies of indifference and self-seeking for years. The massive sounds of rolling thunder have been shaking up the familiar cultures, but the masses have been too busy thriving and surviving to investigate what is behind the noises.
The reliable forecasters, the prophets and seers, both true and false ones, fear for the worse. Still, most of us see no evil and fear no evil. The attitude is such that whatever happens, like always before, we shall rebuild and live on as usual.
Too many of us believe only what we have been told, not realizing that the usual ways of living is about to fold. Too many of us think that the game is one of checkers or chess, not realizing that the real game is dominoes.
Yes, the storm is brewing.
Humpty dumpty is about to fall;
But there’s still hope for us all;
God is always waiting for us to call
04152016 PS Contest, A Storm Is Brewing,
By Kelly Deschler
An ominous saying
I have no future.
It is true you know.
For all the childhood dreams and desires,
for all the drive, ambition, search and wanting
time will come when there is no more..
No need to struggle or put forth efforts,
no desperation or arguing for rights and freedom,
no search for work or money or possession,
no more self seeking
only soul searching in the want to know, find God.
A longing and desire to be at peace with life
to know and recognize the inner, hidden heart
to accept its purpose,
to see the how and why of being,
the beginning and the end.
I have no future
in a sense no past,
no yesterdays or tomorrows.
only todays for my future
is this ever present now.
If you are disillusioned use what you can, put not your trust in self-seeking men.' Or women for that,.In all events will not
Do.!! We need Jesus.' And also do our neighbours this
Is (the whole world through!) If you are honest to you
Look at the signs upon this earth.' And call to the only
One..Who is faithfull and true.' In princes and leaders
In presidents and kings in pharmica a type of magic.'
What are they intending to bring? Look back over four
Years from this two thousand twenty twenty five to see
Only Jesus put all the confusion aside.' Pray in your
Waking, as you drive before you sleep.' As you awake
Call upon Him.' To return! to remove all evil; to wash
Humanity in his blood that dissolves all sin.'
Arti.fictional iD
" identify "
it's a part that tickles
on the inside
" nine "
materials merging
to form one mind
a dangerous game
well worth the ride
a serpent
bares her eyes...
chaotic straightaway
wings without a butterfly
and the matter... is choice
dark formations
in a singular voice
sights to be seen
and the vanishing
happens
where last you've been
" realities "
revolve to solve
" a paradox "
an elusive equation
leads manifestation
and a possible collision
in degrees of separation
" nothing is mad "
if a matter of inclusion
"...the Core Matters..." are at hand
1 Corinthians 13 on
Love
1If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a ringing gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have absolute faith so as to move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and exult in the surrender of my body,a but have not love, I gain nothing.
4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no account of wrongs. 6Love takes no pleasure in evil, but rejoices in the truth. 7It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be restrained; where there is knowledge, it will be dismissed. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when the perfect comes, the partial passes away.
11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I set aside childish ways. 12Now we see but a dim reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of these is love.
Hebrews 13:1
13 Keep on loving one another as brothers and sisters.
True fervor is persistent in its daily care
Breeding seeds of joy from evening to dawn;
That when trials rage, life finds grace
Embracing ebon nights... all else is forgiven.
For love is Aurora bright, eternal in its gleaming
Never weary, always unconditional,
And to see God’s face in a partner’s eyes
By accepting the other as divine being
In human form, flawed yet perfect,
As the real source of a life-giving heart
Endows both with time's pleasure...
Along season's thunder and sunlight,
Laughter allows the growth of harmony
For even in spiked conflicts or anger,
Arms meet halfway and follow Light's way
Ever aware now of an endless, mindful oath
borne from a surrender to love, to prevail.
Laura Loo: Free Verse Love Contest
Pre-written, submitted 9/22/2016
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Inspiration from 1 Corinthians 13:4-7
4 Love is patient, love is kind...
5 It does not dishonor others,
it is not self-seeking...
Dusty Rain
Puffs of random promise coldly awaken the hope of droughts thirsty ticket holders.
Parched dust joins in pig-like, snout in the trough, dry tongued greeting.
Satiations mud bath ensues
leaves rub their hands together
cupping cool water
soothing the screaming roots.
Flowers lean back
rinse their colored tresses
rejoice in the trickle
of renewal.
Worms lay – Cleopatra-like -
self seeking mud worshippers
freed from their dungeons.
Puddled streets shiny rainbow hues
search for the pot-o-gold
of street signs end.
Dandelions shake golden crowns
mimic the sun,
smile on the dream
of future days.
Garden Buddha,
licks stoic lips, smiles
cool trickles tickle his girth.
Thin groundhog sleeps
knowing his prized shoots
will soon be plenty.
Birds succumb
to the perfume of petrichor,
dance in fence top chorus line
to the dusty drum beat of
Spring rain.
6/5/2016
submitted to – ika-labing-tatlo(13th): Rain, Rain com my way – Poetry Contest
sponsor – binibining P.iNK
Jasmine sunset, collapsing between the stars
Like tangerine laughter in expressions of poetic
Wars, with everlasting passions,
Hesitating on the breath of a song,
More powerful – glimpse of God’s gestures,
Coloring the twilight with the flow of flames,
Smashing through the gentle pines,
Releasing the music that brings silence her grace,
Melodies between heaven and earth,
Listening to the tunes that tremble through the soul,
Unbending into clever thoughts of still light,
Flowing through the warmth of the spirit who knows
God is with us – in the melancholy moments,
In the seas of precious solace,
In the winds that restore our purpose,
In the dreams who prepare us to risk failures,
To find the answers in themes of praises,
To ask whatever our heart measures as reflecting
Kindness, mercy, visions of holiness,
Left by prayers, clinging to destiny’s curiosities,
In gossamer threads, like the spider’s silken web,
Heartfelt and heated noises from the summer
Who bends to the winds and stirs joys,
Brought to life on surreal echoes from memories
Sincere, genuine silhouettes – in the shadows,
Where the sun casts a heavy breath,
Relieving the darkness of its doubt, restoring
The serenity in each blessing felt
By hasty hearts, bound for the wisdom
Connecting the meaning of a lasting faith
And the heart healed by fate,
Who is unescapable – His plan never fades,
Never fails, never forsakes…
His plan doesn’t neglect the honest praise
That lingers on the souls of those who can see
Beyond the jasmine sunset,
Into the twilight melody – the sea
Of grace, genuine and unaffected by the tide.
It is the promise when heart and soul collide.
It is the eternal where believers abide.
It is the moment in time when I first decide…
To love as He loves,
Without self-seeking relations,
With altruistic worship of the Son
Who lives beyond the sigh of a setting sun!