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Step away with a tear in your eye
Blow a kiss and wave goodbye
A few more steps and look back again
I’ve lost a love a soul mate and a friend.
You have gone and left me broken hearted at my core
I will wait anxiously for you at my door
Your scent still lingers in the air
The taste from your mouth cannot compare
The warmth of your hand still feels sublime
Hopefully I will know these things again in time
You have gone and left me broken hearted at my core
I will wait anxiously for you at my door
In my mind I can still see your smile that you did bestow
I see your face in every pane and shadow
Everything simply reminds me of you
Your return would be dream and a wish come true
You have gone and left me broken hearted at my core
I will wait anxiously for you at my door
[ to the tune of If I Only Had A Brain from The Wizard of Oz ]
I know she will soon be blushing,
Because of what she's flushing,
When I have to explain.
With the plug I will be finding,
She will need a swift reminding;
I may likely go insane.
Well, I’ve really got to fiddle;
It’s somewhere in the middle
Of twenty feet of drain.
Seems the start of this caper:
Maxi pads or too much paper
Have been flushed straight down again.
Oh, I don’t mean to pry;
We’ve had this talk before,
And your brain will freeze on things that you abhor.
So I’ll explain again once more.
Oh my darling, dearest muffin,
You simply can’t be stuffin'
Those products down the drain.
When she’s here, I am wary;
It is really rather scary,
‘Cuz she’ll do it once again.
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Third Place Winner
for the "To The Tune of Musicals" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
written on 03/15/2022
Absolute peace is detrimental to progress.
God forbids, but if a total Peace prevails
Society, as we know, will come to a grinding halt,
Religion, as an enterprise will wither away
Law and justice will become obsolete;
There will be no prisons, no police, no courts of law.
No tales to tell or myths to spin,
Neither heroes to worship nor martyrs to idolize,
The world would plunge into chaos…
It simply makes NO BUSINESS SENSE.
You got to let evil and hate loose in the world,
Let go of all the thugs, tyrants, rapists, marauders,
murderers and warmongers back into the society;
Constraining or getting rid of them makes
absolutely NO BUSINESS SENSE.
So you see, without war and destruction
There will be no rebuilding,
Without the pandemonium
No yearning for peace,
Without sin
No penance for salvation.
Good and evil must coexist, side by side,
As does joy and suffering
So does God and the devil,
Life couldn’t be complete
one without the other.
Sooner we accept this, easier it’ll be to live.
Man, in his own image, created God
and he made the devil for a purpose,
There cannot be only sunshine
and cool breeze all the time,
As in nature, so in life,
We must as well endure
the bleak and the dark days of fall
and the bitter cold of winter.
For the progression of mankind
Periodic destruction is indispensable.
As we be breathed, by grace divine sublime
We nestle into the tranquil silence
Magnetic trumpets sound rapturous chime
Rekindling the flame of our innocence
Transmuting to become, current vibrant
Save love and light, the lower disappears
Joyous presence, to each pulse cognisant
Celebrates as bliss each node within spears
No seeking remains, as we simply flow
Dynamic stillness is now the new norm
Petal by petal, we blossom and grow
Centred in midst of this benign bliss storm
Cauldron of love within, does slowly stir
Wafting fragrance of divine elixir
17-September-2021
Before the world learned how to pronounce my name,
you whispered it into the dark
like a prayer afraid of being overheard.
You stitched mornings together
with the thin thread of your patience—
tea boiling over, uniforms drying late,
rent waiting at the door like bad weather.
I thought childhood was effortless.
I did not see
how often your hunger
sat quietly beside mine
and chose silence.
Your palms smelled of turmeric, soap,
old books, rainwater,
and the iron scent of sacrifice.
When I failed,
you did not offer speeches.
You simply moved closer
and made grief feel smaller.
Even your anger
was another form of shelter—
a storm standing guard
outside a fragile house.
I left home
with borrowed courage
that was yours all along.
Every applause I have received
carries the echo of your sleepless nights.
Every room that welcomes me
was first opened by your refusal to quit.
People congratulate me
for climbing so high.
They do not know
I have been standing
on your invisible shoulders
my entire life.
And if history remembers me kindly,
let it write this in bold letters:
whatever shines in me
was lit by my mother first.
Pursuit of happiness for me is watching Fresh Prince.
Carlton makes me want to cringe, duck and wince.
The cool cousin from Philly gives me oodles of pride.
Come on, home boy. Come on in. We’re already inside!
He sparkles in his outfits, all flashy, with pops of old.
His comic relief is stunning. It simply never gets old.
Will Smith, you truly made that show what it was for me.
You were amazing in your sheer brass and hilarity!
When I saw the Independence Day movie rushes I said no.
Will Smith, how in the world could you be a super hero though?
After watching the movie in the nineties, on the Fourth of July,
I was wrong. You were an incredible action hero, you made me cry!
I was not going to go to Disney’s Aladdin until I found out
You were the voice, and I gave a happy satisfied excited shout!
I am Legend? I do not want to say anything bad so I shall clamp my mouth.
Men in Black! Oh, man! I have told all my cousins of it, the north and the south!
You’re a great guy, and your wife is adorable and keen, your kids so coo.
You can come visit me in Kansas City, whenever you want barbeque.
If I ever saw you guys in a store I would go crazy with glee!
And hopefully bring you home to have cobbler with me!
“When centred presence, by employing free will, grants love consent
Resolutions we make, as prayers to the universe, reflect pure intent”
~ Quote by poet
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Being not a doer but a mere resonator, may this mind-body vessel be blessed by cognition spherical, suffused with blissful rapture, enhancing soul stature, nearer to the domain of God’s healing omnipresent light, pulsating within feeble form, through each day and night, with the voids propelling both polarities of sentience, illumined by God’s radiance and reflected by us in playful childlike innocence
We do nothing yet all the doings are done, thus may we in time stretched stillness, be with the That oneness one, moment by moment, all moments entwined, playing out our earth life role with zest and zeal as assigned, with nary a care, always self-aware, as a humble divine conduit, unwaveringly resolute, with each point of life’s Ferris wheel having equal appeal
Boundaries blur as in-form nodes stir and as of God’s will, all voids within fill and yet there remains ego residue, whose feral cravings from time to time renew, which our burning yearning, for with God’s light melding, spawns a seeking that ceasing to weigh and size, we completely vaporise, to the music of the spheres jive, here and now, vibrantly aglow and alive
Whilst all analysis is paralysis and musings of lower mind by divine assistance we leave behind, imbibing direct knowing by touch, by simply resonating with universal mind, free from ego bind, may the wisdom of the seers be ingrained and assimilated without fears, recognising by direct sight, the noumena birthing phenomena, in incessant motion, in a continuum of time and space dissolved meditation
Each soul journey unique and whilst God’s love employs no force, our heart as yet seeks that free will be illumined to always embark upon the right course, obviating need for repentance and remorse, as layer by layer, truth we discover, with the false falling away, upon which standing erect, we cease to sway, from vagaries of life immune, in joy singing and dancing to the divine sublime love tune
08-December-2021
FIVE NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Two sons of God, who equal were stood on their plots of ground
in Heaven’s splendid landscape waiting their turn to go down.
Both men had sketched a million times the mansion they had planned
to build there by their faith and works once placed on earth to stand,
and face the trials and tests that God for them had there prepared,
but once there differences evolved in for what things they cared.
For even though one kept his eyes fixed on his home above.
The other looked out at the world, and what he saw he loved.
For many riches it did hold with splendid mansions there.
Then whisper came from darkness tempting - “This just isn’t fair”.
“Why should you have to wait so long to have all that you please”.
“Right now a mansion you can have just simply follow me”.
And so he built upon this earth what should have been on high,
and all the while, the other man the narrow path did try
to follow, taking close to heart the counsel of the Lord -
selling what he had of worth and sharing with the poor.
And so it went, each man lived on until that fateful day
when both were called back to behold what on their plot did lay.
The man who had forsaken all in gratitude did see,
a mansion built beyond compare his for eternity.
The other man did gaze out in despair at what he found -
for all that lay before him was an empty plot of ground.
Then God spoke out with sorrow to this man as he explained,
“No mansion can I give you else my word would be in vain”
Two sons of God once stood in Heaven, both with equal chance.
Two sons of God each lived a life, and dealt with circumstance.
Two sons of God who now are symbols, held for all to view.
Two sons of God who stand for all… which son of God are you?
Surprise me with a compliment
When I’m feeling down
Surprise me with a funny joke
When you see me wear a frown
Surprise me with agreement
When I am argumentative
Surprise me with a “thank you” smile
When I’ve nothing left to give
Surprise me with a thumbs up sign
Even though I tried and failed
Surprise me with camaraderie
When all my other friends have bailed
Surprise me with a shoulder rub
After a long, hard day at work
Surprise me with a good kick in the tush
When I am being a real jerk
Surprise me with an in depth look
At one of my stupid poems
Surprise me by being there
When at night I stumble home
Surprise me by simply loving me
Although there is no good reason to at all
Surprise me by catching me
Before I even start to fall
Surprise me in any of these ways
And this I promise you
The surprises that I give right back
Will come in multiples of two
September seven nine years ago,
The Father placed Brother EVM;
To guide and guard the faith of the flock,
As the bright light was given to him.
From day one the Administration
Immediately began his duty;
His task of leading the Church Of Christ
Is truly blessed by the Almighty.
As the Executive Minister,
He travels from island to island;
Even the remote areas of earth
Are touched by the Almighty's command.
The indefatigable preacher
Simply works with vigor night and day;
To feed the sheep's soul, spirit and heart,
Keeping their minds from going astray.
Let us warmly greet him with great love,
As we thank the Lord God in heaven;
Let us not forget the divine day,
Two thousand nine September seven.
Topic: 9th Anniversary of
Administration of
Bro. Eduardo V. Manalo
(September 07,2018)