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An unimaginable apocalypse,
Will render this planet eclipsed..
It'll not take much time for this
As we aren't taking much to destroy it!
Every action has an equal,opposite reaction
It's proven law by great physicist, Sir Isaac Newton;
So we can't get aloof from this functional logic
Destruction at both ends 'll make the loop complete
Spree to destroy at both ends has grown in it's severity
Green lands deserted, islands submerged
Species vanished, genetic diversity eroded and
Melting ice caps have triggered severe floods...
This game of cause and effect is creating great havoc..
Chimneys are spewing venomous gases
Oil drillers boring treacherously deep...
We have rolled out behemoth machines...
Not left a chance to explore,exploit!
Virgin forests are left with scars of our boots all over!
Burgeoning demands but scarce are the resources...
But our platter of priority has science,politics and progress
Air, soil and water are losing their quality
But that's not our concern at all...
In using these vitals of life ,we 're so reckless
Shouldn't we realise its time to brainstorm ???
And to evolve a model to mitigate the ills and reform
We 've no right to deny the future generation,
their vital needs to survive
Every man Being the stakeholder,
has to bear the blame and take burden to resolve...
Best is to bridge a course of harmony n' stop nature's slingshot of vengeance
Judicious planning n' avoiding ruthless brutality on nature,
will handover a safe and lively planet to humanity and all!
You are beautiful, like fire in the night,
warming me with no boundry
heating me with severity
burning me right,
encircling me with love danger delight,
rattling my manhood's ********
lapping through circulation
engulfing my might,
How could I be in love
with the wind, earth or water
when I have you, my Mistress of Fire,
Enchantress of my blood bud, of my dark dove,
a flamed feathered rub
you lick around my head of history
using red and gold strokes to paint mystery
supernatural seductress of bonfire therapy, I delve,
I stoke you repeatedly with my masculine trunk,
you spray sparks like a star in oval ******,
catching you with my soul's hot prism
we give our lust divine *****,
price for thee, my heart's eternity you've drunk,
You, a woman rediscovering love of song
I, exploring rose ritual in your dawn,
Muse and Poet, minx and hunk -
J.A.B.
Oh the things I could have said
During the heat of our wrangle
I kept tact and class instead
Of controlling every angle
For every grenade you threw
I had two more on my belt
I chose to let yours accrue
Just to see how you felt
I took the high road
To say the very least
I could have leavened my load
Your humility, my feast
Instead I kept picking up
The insults that you threw down
Refilling the cup
You would spill on the ground
Hours you must have dedicated
Digging for bones in my closet
You must have left so frustrated
From chomping at the bit
I imagine a jarring epiphany
Leaving empty handed
A truly tearful symphony
Not the way you planned it
Quarreling with a nun
Produced no satisfaction
When your rant was done
You lacked my reaction
Surly you know what I left out
The words to fill in the blanks
The severity of stupidity so very stout
You will walk your plank
July 29 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 6-11
Key Verse – Isaiah 6:1 … I saw also the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, and his train filled the temple.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO IS SITTING UPON HIS THRONE
Praise be to God Who is sitting upon His throne:
High and lifted up in our worship
Holy and leading us for our welfare
Heavenly and loading to us His wealth
Helpful and listening to us with His watching
Hoisting us while letting us learn from His Word
Isaiah 7:13 Praise be to the Lord for warning us
against wearying Him by our:
Exposed selfishness
Exceeding sinfulness
Expressed slothfulness
Extensive stubbornness
Extravagant self-glorying
Isaiah 8:13 Praise be to the Saviour for
instructing us with His strong hand to help us from:
Death’s dread
Dreadful distress
Detriment of dearth
Despair and desolation
Destruction along downfall
Isaiah 9:7 Praise be to the Almighty
for His zeal that protects our:
Salvation-security against soul’s struggles
Satisfaction-sufficiency against scarcity’s shock
Sacrifice-sweetness against selfishness’ spoilage
Sanctification-strength against sinfulness’ severity
Service-steadfastness against slothfulness’ strivings
Isaiah 10:12 Praise be to the Creator
for performing His work in:
Framing our spirituality by His Word
Fixing our standards along His ways
Fulfilling our servanthood with His wisdom
Fueling our soulwinning through His wonders
Fostering our stewardship toward willingness to work
Isaiah 11:9 Praise be to the Holy Spirit for
His knowledge that is:
Powerful for our changes
Purposive for our charging
Perfect toward our conversion
Precious toward our commitment
Priceless with our consecration. Amen!
July 29, 2024
Hi, hell
Hello from a smile I hid
Or didn't, the lie of a bravado?
That I claim like the sense to live
You smile to...
But I've only seen it in my imagination
Hell's stink, and the season of response in loves who
To admit an apology is mine, for another purposes silence
Shade me from a severity
Stoic and furious story's, to collect as a person was
Simple rational, to have a babe's vanity
Privilege before passion, passion before peace, peace before purpose
How did this all happen?
Children on the verge of losing patience, do know a prayer was...
Find out, curses of persuasion, the fate of youth is to come in the hands of laughter
With the integrity of more, and the seed of promises, uncertain of a future cause...
#Damp_with_pain
These floors have drank much of my tears, see these salt spots corroding even the tar, how deep and fatal is my pain, see the blood lines tattooed in my eyes, they stem deep inside my heart.
Only if my heart had a mouth to speak, hearing ears would tear apart, for my pain is now corrosive, only if my body could reveal the severity it has endured, I would be declared medically crippled, only if everyone could see the maps painted on my pillow, from my every night before my sleep, this world would pause and comfort me
Been knocking but now I'm knockdown, been shouting but now I'm shutting down, been trying to stand up but now held down, been crying but now I'm dried out, been enduring but now I'm fed up
Fed up, from constant pain, from constant lies, from constant betrayals, Fed up from pretending to be okay , when deep inside being not okay. Fed up from trying, trying to be strong when my inner emotional walls slowly shutting down on me, fed up from trying to tape together my self, I'm daily shutting down, one street light after the other, sooner or later my whole life would be in darkness, shattered, crippled, if not dead
I'm being held down by pain, by shock and by exhaustion, held down by lies and betrayals, sooner or later, this burden will show and hope it been not late for my health, for my heart and my soul, hope I live for one more day to say; I was never okay and have never been okay but damp with pain
Don't be deceptive to my looks, to my shiny smiles, pain has normalised masquerading in me, and I am damp with pain
#Poetic_Ink
Craziest Time in Amphan
Forecast of cyclone Amphan alarmed us.
Doors-windows all closed oblivious.
Yet could not apprehend severity
ending in calamity.
Appeared roaring Amphan in devastating form.
Vigorous rigorous violent storm.
With tremendous thrust tempest outburst.
Cyclone blown touching two hundred kilometres speed per hour.
Simultaneous terrible heavy showers
Crowd of clouds too dense compact without any gap
Not allowing frictions perhaps
under high wind pressure to surrender
but to pour rains in opulence
threatening ambience.
No lightning flash or thunder
Outrageous uproar of cyclone in high pitch
on intermittent sonorous twitch.
Tall trees, huge massive ones encircling my premise
swinging, swaying, spinning, thrashing on one another.
Thick wooden framed glass doors of my house trembling.
Push of strong storm forced rain waters to flood my floor.
Ankle deep water collected surrounding sofa set.
Electricity was off.
We had candlelight dinner on compulsion,
not romantic but traumatic.
At midnight, all quiet on domestic front.
Yet we did not dare to open windows at night
At dawn, no storm, no rain, calm tranquil after disaster.
Most big trees are damaged, either have fallen or lost boughs, branches.
Tallest tree at gate lying slant hitting my balcony at corner, being uprooted.
One can walk on the big trunk to reach balcony at first floor.
Traffic signal Poles and lamp posts all broken.
TV not functioning, Mobile not working,
Telephone wire torn Internet gone.
Social distancing attained highest score.
Complete confinement settled us indoor.
Third Place
' Craziest Time ' Contest by Caren krutsinger
The concept of God is one very controversial one
People all over the world believe in some theory ever since they have been born
Some, seeing not any meaning in life
Care not to be made of any sort of faith
I do believe in my religion
Though I do know not if others would claim that it is the right one
Still, I do blindly believe in it
For, of its being, have I once been given a treat
Yet, seeing whatever does go on in this world
I would tend to say that the Gods must be crazy
What would you make of a life that does thrive to become so bold
Only to end in ways being laden with mystery
What would you say about the progress being made in technology
And at the same time, the decline in the morals of the society
What would you say about the fact that humans are bringing forth destruction
Hoping still to find in tomorrow, some sort of divine resurrection
What would you say of the fact that the Gods do watch over us
Yet, they do keep letting us making our fuss
All the while, keeping silent
Letting us bath in a sea of torment
Pray, are the Gods crazy
Or are they merely acting with severity
Are we not fallen beings
Fallen from some other world, one so blissful and peaceful
Suffer we not here, the consequences of our acts
Is this world here not a prison
See you, like me, in anything, no accurate reason
Why, I wish the Gods would manifest and give us answers to our questions!
25th Dec 2015
Ripsnorting depravity cavity of sporting gravity
Severity of the brevity cheekily courting levity
Hilarity distorting polarity Tests aren’t a charity
Unpopularity resorting to double downed vulgarity
Clarity for sorting parity then humility not a rarity
Some austerity can feed & lead to prosperity
Precarity due to the complete lack of dexterity
Asperity at temerity & totality of Bazball brutality
Banality of celebrity vanity caused the disparity
Mendacity that red ball is just all about audacity
In reality plans need adaptability or fans profanity
Rapacity of elan talismans fatality simply insanity
November 26 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Romans 11-13
Key Verse – Romans 11:22 Behold therefore the goodness and severity of God: on them which fell, severity; but toward thee, goodness, if thou continue in his goodness: otherwise thou also shalt be cut off.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS GOODNESS TO US
Praise be to God for His goodness to us:
Granting us His grace
Girding us by His governance
Greeting to us with His gladness
Gripping us around His guidance-gear
Giving us through His generosity for His glory
Romans 12:1 Praise be to the Lord for
enabling us to present ourselves unto Him:
Making His will fulfilled
Ministering by His ways faithfully
Mentoring through His Word fruitfully
Mastering to walk worthily with Him fervently
Magnifying Him in our worship against worldliness’ futility
Romans 13:14 Praise be to the Saviour for
teaching us to submit to His power along His:
Love with His steadfast leadership
Light midst our sinful lamentation
Lessons for spiritual learning
Laws on Scriptural liberty
Life of salvation-lifting. Amen!
November 26, 2024