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THE LOOKING GLASS
(Down The Rabbit Hole)
To wish someone
You've never met
You'll never hold
To great regret
For time and space
To shrink and swell
Down the rabbit hole
You fell
Where Rabbits late
Will not wait
On questions
Quaint, so trivial
Where Queens insane
Would ask the same
But take your head
And soul as well
Hares and Hatters
Serving tea
With manners more
Than empathy
Where Turtles cry
A Phoenix flies
And dives
Into the burning sea
A Walrus wails
His empty pail
Fills with guilt
When all else fails
Where presents past
And futures last
The answers in
The looking glass
Nod to Lewis Carroll
.
Winning strength needs only modest display
Our triumph drawn from hunger within us
Rival forces bear relentless foray
Battle needs bold face of festered brilliance
With dogged raw tooth fight, brandish valour
Weapons are extensions of fortitude
Victors despite opponents' callibre
Our status of formidable renewed
Serving King, to idea of self - strangers
Fortess protection our blood's excitement
Unrelented vengeance takes couragous
Formation untouched behind our pikemen
Bravely defend her status, safe harbour
Cease attack when field strewn with cadavers
6th September 2020
Warrior Sonnet
Sponsor : John Lawless
Just when we chase after our dreams, a strange guest emerged
lurking behind the shadows of yesterday,
as it travels through borders everyone wish it would remain a foreign disease.
Soldiers sent out to fight this unseen enemy
choking the lungs of its preferred victims, oh! our countries,
leaving trails of devastation in all jurisdictions as though unstoppable
did I just hear you said it’s the new normal?
We, so far from those who're close to our heart
cause we're to fight this invisible virus behind close door.
ah, the ordeal of serving sentence in your own home,
I was even told to keep my distance, putting on my shield.
In all we’re supposed to dive in waters they’ll never deep their feet
In a time of global deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.
Our gatekeepers for the policies
smiles so uncertain as though to reassure of absolute control
when in all essence shadow actor's footprint emerges.
drift away unanchored by the truth-wreck.
the wild wind of the plan-demic oops heard its pandemic,
is testing the resolved of humanity
whoa they said we’re all in this together.
The epidemiological profile of this virus
made nonsense of all apocalyptic predictions,
this tends to make me question their integrity with the truth
slipe-screen media report preaching the same damaging mechanism
with manipulated statistics far and wide.
it’s a convergence of these negative effect that birthed falsehood
yes fraud. This idea lacks careful consideration of humanity.
The associate cost of this bio-slaughter-lethal,
ultrasonic demolition of our socio-economic activities
stampeding our conscience to become nervous of even our family,
industrialized cities now, now on their knees with no flicker of hope.
with increasing volatility in every sector our world
yes, our nations under siege. A great reset indeed
In all we’re told to take the jabs even when obviously it doesn’t safeguard
some words are deemed too hallowed to be translated.
No bad moods allowed, she puts on a smile,
They pay her to treat them like kings,
They pay her to talk and articulate clear,
When they’re ordering all of their things,
And she learns how to stay calm when chaos takes hold,
She doesn’t let them see that she sweats,
She’s interested in what the customer wants,
When they can’t even utter baguettes.
She’s always friendly and nice to the folks,
She doesn’t know what they’re going through,
And they might really need a smile from her,
And they might also need a tissue,
She respects her co-workers, and treasures good people,
She’s humble during the day,
And she knows hard work often goes unnoticed,
When serving at the local café.
On the San Francisco waterfront the sun is going down
Upon a well-heeled journeyman fresh in from out of town.
The sky's been drained of color to a somber shade of gray
As a new day dawns on another continent half a world away.
In the console of his rental car he keeps a loaded Glock,
And fifty grand in cash for proving dead men never talk.
His trip to Frisco fit the adage "crime can sometimes pay."
Like that wedding swindle a dozen years ago half a world away.
There’s a shot glass on the window sill, a bottle on the floor.
A briefcase full of alibis lies propped against the door.
The walls of his motel room might be closing in today,
But it can’t compare to the hot, stale air she breathes half a world away.
He could maybe make the fever break, breathe easy for a spell.
Maybe shave a couple seconds off the time he’ll spend in hell.
He might even find forgiveness if he had the faith to pray
For a young girl burned by a grifter's double-cross half a world away.
In his wallet there’s a photo of a happy, smiling bride;
The blue eyed, fresh faced girl-next-door he’d taken for a ride
To a Southeast Asian brothel where he led her soul astray.
When he sold her ass to spend her nightmare honeymoon giving it away.
When the scholars write the history that chronicles an age,
They leave the least important things omitted from the page.
There's much that gets forgotten, left to silently decay;
Like a sex slave serving a Bangkok pleasure den half a world away.
Half a world away is as far as you can get,
But she’ll never let you spend a night in peace.
your field lies bare and vacant
a patch of wasteland never toiled
pardon not granted merciless and cold
a harvest of apology’s acceptance lost
in resentment anger fear and insecurity
seeds of opportunity thrown away
serving your own narrow narrative
change shrivels up for scraps
growth stunted and discarded
a memory extending past the moment
acrimonious feeling feeds fertile soil
in lack of kindness and compassion
love’s detritus bordering on hatred
serves victimhood and animosity
lacks courtesy respect forgiveness
it takes courage and emotional maturity
to receive amends in decency and grace
to grant remorse regrets concessions
I love you dearly my wayward child
yet when you refuse to consider
my wife and lover’s redress and plea
to normalize what had been tainted
you need to know I stand with her
while you cannot I do forgive you
may not accept your stubborn disregard
feel sadness disbelief and disappointment
for the prodigal acorn from my oak tree
therefore I pray for us and wish you well
March 15 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 19-21
Key Verse– Joshua 19:50 According to the word of the LORD they gave him the city which he asked, [even] Timnathserah in mount Ephraim: and he built the city, and dwelt therein.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO GIVES US
WHAT WE ASK ACCORDING TO HIS WORD
Praise be to God for giving us what we ask
according to His Word that we should:
Enjoy with gratefulness
Enrich by His goodness
Enhance through His graciousness
Exemplify along His governance
Expose for His glory
Joshua 20:1-2 Praise be to the Lord for
serving as our refuge from:
Temptations that slay spiritual fortitude
Travails that smite strong faith
Tribulations that stress soul’s fervency
Trials that subdue sanctification-firmness
Tasks that shock satisfaction-fuel
Joshua 21:45 Praise be to the Saviour
Who never fails to:
Provide our restoration constantly
Protect our revival-commitment continuously
Present to us His redeeming compassion consistently
Prove to us His replenishing care ceaselessly
Prod us toward rejoicing by His comfort cheerfully. Amen!
March 15, 2024
#Poetic_meal
Dining with words, its my daily enticing meal, the scrumptious juicy sauces, dripping all over my fingers, leaving me with much appetite to dip deeper, my fork and knife into this meal of creativity...
Could hear my intestine, groaning of ravenous intake, fueling my hands of vocabulary to dedicate much effort into this meal of mental nourishment...
My artistic arteries, chanting of thirst and I aiming higher than a mere quench, dilating much spaciousness, for the serving being way beyond just drinking and swallowing nor gnawing but influxing of varieties and intergration of creativity, some artistic manner of dining...
Shedding some radiant and illumination to ones psychological interest of art, beyond just seven colours of paints and brush sizes, painting a masterpiece of centuries of inspired poetic hormone, with my flooding poetic ink expressions. I am Poetic_Ink
#Poetic_Ink
As a child of God, I enjoy awesome life with grateful glow
Benefitting from His provisions today till tomorrow
Cared for midst His peace, overcoming trials’ woe
Delighting in His grace while sharing His love of kindness-glow.
Ever regretful am I for lonely life caused by bringing Him displeasure
For my faithlessness, doubting promises He does assure
Grumbling over misfortune when His Word I do not treasure
Hoisted upon haughtiness and covetousness of selfishness-measure.
I envision a future, blest by the Lord, wondrously triumphant
Joyous while serving Him, reaching out to others, cheerfully jubilant
Keeping on by His compassion and mercy, verily vibrant
Living for His glory toward eternity, worshipfully radiant.
Strange signpost of circling destiny - an Exxon station,
perched at the crossroads of State Highway 95
and Farm to Market Road 1331.
Almost certainly without its own knowledge
serving as the gateway to Arcadia.
Where life may be older in the body, but boasts youth eternal
in the mind, heart, and soul.
Where power, prestige, and wealth all wither away
in the soft sunshine of familial love.
Strange paradox that from the sunbeams of a quiet Czech church
may come the vital fuel to power an engineer's heart
in the midst of the sparkling glass
of a city that never knows silence.
For now, I am not sure whether I borrow from paradise
to vainly chase its specter -
or whether I borrow from one ideal to build another
which may not be entirely worse ...
though there is no denying that it is different.
There may be pains in Arcadia, though they seem so far away
to this weary man on a late spring day.
8 May 2022