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Premium Member He Gave Her a Book

She Gave Me a Bible 

My mother-in-law, gave me the love of a mother.
A woman that dared to be different from any other. 
She loved deeply and held every single one of us
to her bosom. She helped and inspired me through
rough and good times. I never had to ask; she always
knew the signs. 

She gave me a Bible, the  New International Version,
to find strength in times of need.

Baptists believe  that the Bible is the only authority
because it is divinely inspired. 
2 Timothy 3:16-17 16 All Scripture is God-breathed
and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting
 and training in righteousness, 
17 so that the servant of God may be 
thoroughly equipped for every good work.

I was brought up old Catholic, 
but she taught me another side
of divine love and compassion. 

My heart broke when she had a stroke,
with it came Alzheimer. Imprisoned 
in a rapidly shrinking brain. 
As her brain slowly died, she changed
physically and eventually forgot those she loved. 
Ultimately became bedridden, 
unable to move and unable to eat or drink. 
She finally passed, but she left a legacy of love,
joy, and compassion to everyone one she raised and met.

6/4/2021
He Gave Her A Book Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose

Nahum 1:7 7The LORD is good, a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in him
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.


Making It Great In 2008 (Part 23): Come Before Winter

It's been a good year and now Autumn has passed
and Paul, a servant leader of Christ had given his last
winter is on the horizon and Paul's season was about to end
so he wrote a letter to Timothy and mentioned all of his friends
Paul had come to realize that time waits for no one
he understood that his time on earth was about to be done
come before winter he wrote to his fellow Christians
come before winter so I may see you all again

he had fought the good fight, he had finished the course and stayed true to his faith
he had came through all his trials and tribulations with God's saving grace
it was his final season and in the spirit he had lived
he testified about the goodness of God and the cause to which he did give

when you walk in the spirit, when you're in step with Christ
you'll be more aware of the seasons and the purpose of your life
Paul was most perceptive of his imminent departure from this world
so he penned a letter to his dear fiends from the confines of his prison cell
to Timothy, to Luke and to Mark he wrote these words
to tell them about spiritual warfare and the lessons he had learned
he cautioned them to stay diligent on the Christian battlefield
and to come before winter as his time was about to yield

It was a few good friends that he most wanted to see
fellow brothers and sisters in Christ true disciples of Christianity
it was a few good friends whom had always given him support
and always had his back in whatever spiritual battle he had fought
he also named some people who at one time had did him a wrong
and said that God would repay them for their actions before long

come before winter, come before it's too late
to fight the good fight and possess a true faith
come before winter and please don't hesitate
just stay the course by making it great in 20008

ZEN




IN ZEN WE DON'T FIND THE ANSWERS WE LOSE THE QUESTIONS.

Peaceful and calm, kind and relaxed she is energy she is Zen
centered and living inside the mentality of her living soul
she is faith alive.
Her presence stills the air and calms the body
and in all her simplicity, she is a non-conceptual reality of mine.
Zazenly she settles on the Mantra and gives me peace
simply co-existing alongside me, as a servant of soul, body & mind.
Sitting on my beginner's mind, "Shoshin-taza" brings to me
fluidity, stillness, restoration and authenticity.
In Zen we don't find the answers we lose the questions,
When we are Zen, we bring ourselves to heaven.

Shoshin-taza: In Japanese it means just sitting.

Written by: Mystic Rose

Premium Member Prayer of the Neophyte Servant

Draw me nigh, God of supreme Providence, to Thy heart of love---
with Thy kindness’ fervor, rescue my dolorous soul… 
…in need of Thy mercy’s radiance.

I beseech Thee to rekindle by Thy truth's glory
the smolder of my shallow commitment flirting with the world…
…wallowing in its lecherous intimacy.

Enable me, Thy neophyte steward
to serve Thee with earnest zeal…
…against the bombast of self-glory’s arrogance.

By Thy grace*, keep me ascending toward faith-performance heights 
extricated from any genuine praise-inhibition…
…though in my weakness, I flounder along triumphant worship pursuits.
 
*Psalm 84:11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly. 

May 28, 2019

3rd place, "Eight word free verse challenge" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 6/21/2019.

65 The Path of Our Nation

65.

The Path of Our Nation



Hey foreigner!

Search the world map

Find shapes, don't nap

Dog's sitting there!



West – Pacific

Orient facing

Seems West guarding

Though Asiatic.



Blacks – first people

Browns – main settlers

Whites – once rulers

Peopling simple.



Asia's old friend

China, India

And Arabia

But West to rend.



Heel Islamized

Yet, Spaniards came

And made it tame

Rest Christianized.


America's

First Asian pet

New rule beget

Foreigners pass.



When the dog's free

From charms of boss

Suffered weight loss

Makes self hungry.



But, its puppies

Away from thee

Fills their tummy

Return booties.



When stocks will store

Wisely by host

Future's not lost

New things explore.



Filipino –

The “World's Servant”

Role's important

Yellow halo!



-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection
Form: Rhyme


The Year of Audrey

this is the year of Audrey
my big sister for whom my love transcends
our mother called us "her diamonds"
for we were her most precious gems

married for 35 years to Bill 
her "Captain" and forever groom
a women of style and class
an organizer who behind the scenes 
who can make any occasion bloom

an amazing mother to Tiara "little momma"
and Taylor who they call "little poppa" too
a devoted pet owner to her doggy baby Todah
who is so spoiled & oh so cute

she retired from corporate America
but went on to continue her education
and in 2021 got a Master's degree
in Business Administration

now ready to start her next career 
in the field of real estate
I know she will take charge of it
and be successful and truly great

she's always been active and athletic
since the day she was born
and at the age of sixty
decided to run the New York City marathon

a member & servant leader
at Cathedral International in Perth Amboy
her & the "Captain" head the Marriage Ministry
with much love, devotion and joy

red is her color and her favorite Scripture
is Philippians 4:13
for she believes she can do all things 
thru Christ who will give her that ways & the means

And as we celebrate the year of Audrey
I just want her to truly comprehend
she's been my ride or die, my big sister 
but more importantly my best friend
Form: Ode

Premium Member Touching Lives

Let’s express loving touch power
delighting every family member
marked by trust we can offer
securing home with peace-cover 
against infidelity wrecker.
 
Let’s show respect-touch in our truth-declaration
as we strive to build lives with dedication
teaching along virtuous instruction
nurturing next generation
while learning from failures’ frustration.
 
Let’s be generous with touch of encouragement
midst our care-giving engagement
sharing the Saviour’s divine involvement 
declaring Gospel along steadfast commitment
geared by His compassion-fulfillment.
  
Let’s cheer with approval touch during work partnership
along busyness of business’ entrepreneurship 
knowing that co-labourers aid for fruitful followership
enabling the performance of faithful servant-leadership
in our united blissful stewardship.
 
Let’s guard our fellowship-touch against bond-breaking 
since we are brethren of same sovereign King
God’s citizens with supreme celestial marking
worshipping together toward heavenly trekking
reproved from hypocrisy’s lurking.
 
Let’s reach-out with our friendship-touch venture
vanquishing selfishness of human nature
as well as arrogance upholding discrimination-posture
considering uniqueness exemplified by each culture
so that genuine unity will reign upon earnest charity-gesture.

*1John 4:11 Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another.

July 15, 2021
1st place, "Touch My Heart" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 7/20/2021.
Form: Rhyme

A Path I Never Towed

A path I never towed
Has no trace of my foot print
Only those that destiny bid me
I have walked and paid my fee.

It is only destiny
That can lift a man
Towards that path he dreads
And circumstances push him
Towards it for his daily bread.

The path I now tow
Is a path I never thought 
Just as a farmer dreads the sea
And as the fisherman dreads the flea
While both ended opposite directions
Doing that they dread to perfection.

A Cobbler
Tomorrow may become a Mason,
A Teacher
Tomorrow may become a Spokesperson
And a Servant
Tomorrow may take the place of his master.

A path I never towed
Out of fear and ignorance
And out of what opportunities it beholds
May someday spread its heart before me
Hoping that I am prepared to hold its key.

© Ayinla, Muyideen Adeleke 2019

Premium Member Aloha Weeps

Aloha Weeps 

Aloha weeps
In waves of grief
Pounding on a windswept beach
To grieve the loss of gracious footsteps
That gently walked upon its sand
Where the waves that tickled her heart
Now carry a plumeria lei
Beyond the horizon.

Pele mourns
Her adopted child
Whose fiery imagination 
Flowed like lava in poetry
To build new lands of inspiration
Child, laughing in pikaki’s fragrant garden,
Slips quietly from breath’s bonds
Past the islands’ shores.

Trade winds grieve
Murmuring her name
Steadfast
In gossamer hues
Of orchids and hibiscus,
Hawaii’s pua aloalo,
So they remember to give
Breath to her words 
Gliding over rolling surf
And rustling palms.

Rainbows cry
Reach out to touch
Her giving servant heart,
To touch her beauty,
To find her na'u garden empty
With only her Aloha scent
Lingering 
Among the ilima of Oahu
As she soars on rainbow wings 
Into friendly skies again.

The tropic sun laments
In a ring
Of fiery tears 
In secret waterfalls
Among the blue awapuhi – trails of naupaka
And coral reefs
That guard tropical beauty
When tides recede
To hear the conch shell call her home.

Aloha Hawaiian Rose.  
Mahalo nui loa, ka’u hoaaloha!  Thank you so much my friend.
God be with you! ke Akua pu.

On the passing of Connie Marcum Wong!
Poet extraordinaire!  Servant Heart!  Faithful friend!  Beautiful flower in Hawaii’s garden.

Constance means steadfast.

9-16-22


Thank you William, Hilo Poet, for teaching me the beauty of the Hawaiian language.  I truly hope I have written it correctly to honor this beautiful language.

Awapuhi is a beautiful blue flower native to Hawaii.
Ilima is the flower of the island of Oahu
Naupaka is a small white, fragrant flower of Hawaiian legend
Na’u is the Hawaiian, fragrant gardenia
Pua aloalo is the Hibiscus – state flower of Hawaii

Can'T Stop the Flawed Flawless of J W Earnings -Part 2-

Feeling adolescent when I should feel like an adult

Stand up, I need a round of applause for my poetic pause
Give up negativity and give in to optimistic spirit of humility – you need faith frankly
You can be better than any celebrity if you are in for the completion of a competition…of oos and aws…
Bodyquake to the rhythm of my heart that beats with flawless beauty that’s completely on fleek and as tasty as Greek Yogurt…earning ogling from the dairy fans pleasurably 

Don’t judge fashion
Don’t shun out different…the so-called insignificant…
What you say, hun?
You need to repent…get the hint? You’re so elegant….

Lightning my thunder moves
Groove with my approval hooves
Spiraling notions haunt and taunt me happily…
It gets me as mad as a hornet at times…oddly…

“We can’t stop and we won’t stop” - Miley Cyrus “We Can’t Stop”
That kinda says it all in one line…wish it was mine…
Don’t be hating on anyone…Miley’s just fine…
She is like a bittersweet, bizarre, and authentic wine…
Yeah, she has a reputation of good girl gone bad…just don’t whine…
It doesn’t mean I’m a true fan of her…I just appreciate her music
I wish people can give her music a listen because it’s, strangely, epic…

Your attention attitude is like a hanging backpack on the overhead on a street wire
I have faced a dire situation due to having this on-fire desire, but I’m 18 and I am the king of my empire…so if you want to be my maid or servant, I’m here to hire you to deal with my flat tire
Form: Rhyme

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