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August 21 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 32-34
Key Verse – Jeremiah 32:18 Thou shewest lovingkindness unto thousands, and recompensest the iniquity of the fathers into the bosom of their children after them: the Great, the Mighty God, the LORD of hosts, is his name.
HEART THAT IS GRIPPED BY THE LOVINGKINDNESS OF THE LORD
Our heart is gripped by the lovingkindness of the Lord…
…against sins’ lethargic blight
Whenever we sleep restlessly due to guilt-caused might
Surely, His grace is all we need to face mirror of His mercy-filled light
Especially in reflecting biblical testimony delight.
Our heart is gripped by the lovingkindness of the Lord…
…against pride’s dream
Whenever we drift along vanity stream
Surely, His help is all we depend on to erase our haughtiness cream
Especially in humbling us to smite arrogant scream.
Our heart is gripped by the lovingkindness of the Lord…
…against ambition’s delusion
Whenever we imagine with great achievement’s illusion
Surely, His guidance is all we need to combat self-esteem’s pre-occupation
Especially in following His leading toward heavenly direction.
Our heart is gripped by the lovingkindness of the Lord…
…against slothfulness’ comfort
Whenever we neglect responsibilities with carelessness’ retort
Surely, His discipline is all we accept to be our best resort
Especially in transforming us for a good report.
Our heart is gripped by the lovingkindness of the Lord…
…against sluggishness’ prevalence
Whenever we indulge in pampering silence
Surely, His prodding is all we need to correct our indolence
Especially in driving us into diligence-opulence.
Our heart is gripped by the lovingkindness of the Lord…
…against complaints’ drowsiness
Whenever we murmur because of hardship’s heaviness
Surely, His truth is all we ask for to handle challenges with hopefulness
Especially in working through His wisdom’s effectiveness.
Our heart is gripped by the lovingkindness of the Lord…
…against foolishness’ entanglement
Whenever we clamor for famous worldly accomplishment
Surely, His Scripture’s assurance is all we trust to check our engagement
Especially in bringing us to repentance by His pardon-fulfillment.
August 21, 2026
Coffee-Maker – drip drips
As coffee-blenders…zip zips
Brought my morning sippy-cup
For a quick zip from your caftan mug.
I don’t need a lot
Just a snippy-zippy single shot
To start the day and awaken my mind,
Speed my pace - fall not behind.
There’s much to accomplish and much to do
Just takes a minute to heap a brew!
Of all rounded beans, coffee beans are the best
Add some chai for a zest
Sipping a sip from my sippy-cup
My slumbering eyes do wake up!
Oozing comfort warms my throat
Warms my soul like a coat
A Rush of kinetic energy electrify
Procrastination and sluggishness desensitize
A sudden burst to run a race
Productivity produces a rhythmic pace
Word-clutters arise like the morning sun
Time for work…Time for fun!
Coffee certainly is a legal drug!
I’m all wired-up - though unplugged -
From one little zippy drip
Of a coffee sip
From the grinded drug
Poured into my sipping-mug…?•
Certainly November is lovely
beyond our intuition and expectation...
as it paves the empty roadways
with auburn foilage;
and the gently hissing wind
creates its own cheerful melody,
because frickle imagination
provides the words of a memorable song!
The tireless and wild stallions,
with their astounding presence,
follow the bridlepath though verdant hills...
leading them to a quite pinegrove,
where they can refresh themselves
into a clear, sparkling waterfall!
The familiar sluggishness of an Autmn's day
seems to have the same monotony
of weary streams scurring away
with someone's dreamy mind....
elevating itself to the superb Creation;
as the lonesome writer stages his play
in a tranquil landscape of a hidden town
still untouched by civilization!
Like those massive herds
of butchbirds and scissortails,at dawn
oozing off on rough branches ,
before taking flight to southerns' borders....
to escape winter's smoldered freedom,
not trusting the untrustworthy sky above
when the loudest thunder strikes again!
Beyond the closed window,.
the tearful and lonely widow
will surely die of boredom...
without feeding the yellow canary
that tapped on her open window:
how happy she felt to see him...
his presence diluted her sorrow,
because all she wanted was his company!
Four Letters Spelling Blah...
generally define mine anatomical phooey zook
corporeal status, essentially feeling like gook,
not my usual babbling brook
self, thus finds yours truly whooshing, he
could wave a magic wand (all thee
while exjaculating abra
cud dab bra, or whatever
applicable spell -
spot on - to re:),
vivify mine pathetic sluggishness,
hashtagged with nauseous
tsunami waves, and inxs,
where these nada
so lovely brittle bones,
and atrophied muscles free
quint times this day
feel robbed of lee
ping lemurs (yule
grant me hyperbolic
indulgence) spirited energy
versus experiencing hypersensitivity,
which head toot
hoe soreness analogous
(ache and burn'n ken to
contracting the Amish Flu),
where this jumpy,
manicky, persnickety, rickety,
and totally tubular ancient
tomb mess scent body
finds ordinarily endeavoring
scribe this moment tub bee,
a little horse and bug gee
(in other words), aye
experience over sizeable
(bare ten able) boots
of dizz zee
ness (as if pitched to
and fro on rough sea),
where webbed venting
helps this wordsmith
to sum men strength
tube (boo hoo)
himself from bing nsync
king mode, sans (10,000
leagues...in Dave vee
Jones locker) as a dee
pull lore hubble skidrow re
sid divest news junk kee -
do dilling with zero hap pee
go luck key
ne'er do well bummer, I...he
barely exhibits signs
of life breathe
thing inaudibly inhaling
and exhaling wei
zing all the while
with pronounced je
nais sais quois nasality
emitted racking prithee
moren slight lee
jarring with achy breaky tree
men dose skeletal pain,
thus fuhr re hiss lee,
heavily relying on wing,
and broken prayer hope fool lee
fully helping this
old codger (yepper me)
do magical wonders to re: captcha
lapsed la pas suh zoo lee
infusing this corporeal being i.e.
once again me
with spirited resurgence.
Like two sides of a musical drum or a coin,
Each story has two sides; they, ultimately, join;
This applies to the truth of immortality,
Though, physically, this isn't normality...!
As seeds of an apple spring up, though flesh decays,
So too, I hope, human soul lives on for long days;
Flesh-form though dies and mixes with the mud of earth,
Spirit passes to the other world, full of mirth...!
Though none has seen these spirits living anywhere,
Religions assure their existence far, somewhere;
Millions and millions from universe, thus, have gone,
As per the beliefs, to a blessed, sacred zone...!
I imagine, all these staying endlessly, here,
Sure, the very idea causes in me fear;
Is the earth huge enough to hold these creatures, well?
Won't the ones arrive newly find this ill-packed hell...?
Will all resources be available to all?
Won't poverty, hunger and thirst grow stout and tall?
Won't humans, like furious street dogs, for food, fight?
Won't beings, follow the policy: might-is-right...?
There won't be, surely, fear of death, heaven and hell,
Yet, will mundane daily life, flow flawlessly well?
Won't deathless-state, my duties merrily postponed?
Would I, to my commitments to others, respond...?
Fearlessness to death might give me time to complete,
Any task, with depth and dedication concrete;
Yet, won't lethargy and dullness induce my mood?
And, won't endlessness sluggishness within me brood...?
Life should be short; I should enjoy its every stage,
Death should not abruptly call me before old-age;
Yet, will hanging around, here on earth, realize,
My dream of going beyond the limitless skies...???
19 April 2022
If I Were Immortal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
August 21 Scripture Meditations Based on Joel 1-2
Key Verses– Joel 1:5 Awake… Joel 2:26 And ye shall eat in plenty, and be satisfied, and praise the name of the LORD your God, that hath dealt wondrously with you: and my people shall never be ashamed.”
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR AWAKING ME
Thank You for awaking me against sins’ lethargic blight
Whenever I sleep restlessly due to guilt-caused might…
Your grace is all I need to face mirror of Your mercy-filled light
Especially in reflecting biblical testimony delight.
Thank You for awaking me against pride’s dream
Whenever I drift along vanity stream…
Your meekness is all I depend on to erase my haughtiness cream
Especially in humbling me to smite arrogant scream.
Thank You for awaking me against ambition’s delusion
Whenever I imagine with great achievement’s illusion…
Your guidance is all I need to combat self-esteem’s pre-occupation
Especially in following Your leading toward heavenly direction.
Thank You for awaking me against slothfulness’ comfort
Whenever I neglect responsibilities with carelessness’ retort…
Your discipline is all I accept to be my best resort
Especially in transforming me for a good report.
Thank You for awaking me against sluggishness’ prevalence
Whenever I indulge in pampering silence…
Your prodding is all I need to correct my indolence
Especially in driving me into diligence-opulence.
Thank You for awaking me against complaints’ drowsiness
Whenever I murmur because of hardship’s heaviness…
Your help is all I ask for to handle challenges with hopefulness
Especially in working through Your wisdom’s effectiveness.
Thank You for awaking me against foolishness’ entanglement
Whenever I clamor for famous worldly accomplishment…
Your Scripture’s truth is all I trust to check my engagement
Especially in bringing me to repentance by Your pardon-fulfillment.
August 21, 2022
Central air conditioning quickly
found this creature comfort acclimated,
defies, contradicts, bumps uglies...
up against rugged individualist
I meekly profess to idealize
admitting propensity nothing
distinguishable differentiating
all talk no action, no less tolerant
than aversion to extreme heat index
burrowing into sixty degree Fahrenheit
climate control mancave
quite divergent weathering
humid, hot, and hazy
dog days of summer,
when boyhood at 324 Level Road
lacked luxuriating aforestated amenity
first poetic line
introducing anonymous reader
familiar or otherwise
regaling modest literary versatility,
whereby yours truly
dealt with temperatures
registering bajillion degrees,
especially level housing bedrooms
about half dozen steps above landing
suddenly experiencing indisputable
scientific principle hot air rises
undermining ability to function
no more active rather equally inert
as inanimate object
mainly cuz estate complex edifice
formerly christened "Glen Elm"
built approximately half century
preceding incorporating
said modern HVAC conveniences,
no modern building lacks,
plus ability to tolerate hardship
much more omnipresent
before yours truly
racked quite numerous
orbitz round the sun
versus now, when
greater sensitivity prevails,
I admit pioneer spirit plummeted,
and if forced to forego
custom tailored environment
would be immovable prey,
for even the most
harried styled carrion,
which admission would
only present challenge
predicated on severe disruption
compromising being hermetically
sealed, linkedin, cocooned...
within man-made dwelling
hardship analogous no name brand
garden variety slug
essentially homeless snail
shell lacked with mew cuss!
Is it simply laziness? The curious ask.
It's more, yet; moral of mind masquerading mask;
Caring one's self less; experts assuredly say,
Moving from moral values, sloth has its shrewd way...!
Does this mean deprivation of one's precious sleep?
Does it mean one's sleeping for promises to keep?
Sloth has its conditions; it's precariousness;
It has its life-sense and multifariousness...!
Is it just mere hormonal dis-integrity?
Or malnutrition and stress-out of poverty?
Is it lack of motive fermenting from within?
Burning-off of potentials and graces grown thin?
Sheepishness of slothfulness took in me form once,
Life mine had taken directions toward great dunce;
Cast in me great sleep; for health and wealth I suffered,
When body not plowed, heart not sown, none gifts offered...!
Life needs great zeal and greatest of enthusiasm,
Slothfulness develops within greatest of spasm;
Faith and trust and hope quit from the path of your life,
Sluggishness and impatience increase your life-strife...!
Cool! Take things easy! Prohibit powerlessness!
You are your very master! Leave all hopelessness!
Courageously focus and perfect your duties,
You will, indeed, find life filled with fullest beauties...!
06 July 2022
Sin of Sloth Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
In the mid 80's, I took a job as a receptionist for a wholesale floral company.
Encased in a glass claustrophobic space, I answered their busy phone lines
as I gazed at the warehouse walls of greenery and the production staff scrambling to fill their daily delivery orders to florists and offices.
The days began early. We punched in at 6:00 am. I arrived in a mind fog,
downing my caffeine until my body's sluggishness wore off. It was a mindless
job and I stayed a mere six weeks at most but during that short window of time there, I had two very prophetic dreams involving co-workers.
The first and less memorable involved one of our delivery drivers. I dreamt that the police had caught him drinking while driving and he was subsequently terminated. About a week later, this dream came to fruition.
The second and must more poignant dream involved Jerry, a young flower
salesman in his late twenties. I dreamt that Jerry had fallen thru a sliding glass door. He was holding the hand of a small child, perhaps two or three years old.
It was very graphic as I saw the shards of broken glass scatter as they hit the floor. With in a few days, Jerry ended up in intensive care after a car accident with his truck. I was extremely rattled by the dream and also concerned about his welfare, although I barely knew him personally. I approached Heather, a secretary there and shared my dream with her. Heater told me that Jerry had been previously married and that he and his former wife had a child that passed at a very young age.
I might be mildly intuitive but I have never had such poignant dreams since that job. Is it plausible that I was being influenced by my green house environment there? Could it be possible that plants have always been open to communicating with us but that we humans remain mostly inattentive to their messages?
I broke
my proper thumb
within venial borders
a shear from a bygone era
on your
tip of the iceberg
you spread a ruffle in my
bleeding shadows
we steer
the flow
on with the ebb and tideway
cutter with sawtoothed teeth
the scorn
of buoyant tethering
In a state of torpidity
5st PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: March 27, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND 1098 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived. ( Poem inspired by Poet Brian Strand Form)