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Giantvillism and City of the Bean People Part 3

Culture in Bean Town was part of the City bling, bling! They socialized and told about what was happening in their lives and party until sunrise.  These extravaganzas [usually] happen on Thursday night and when all was tired; they slept until Saturday.  When Sunday arrived, they rose and begin their weekly journey into meaningful lives. Some were Doctors of the Common Cold in which Bean People got quite often but never became severely ill because these doctors had magnificent skills.  There were no other illness and/or physical maladies in this city; however, a child could be born with difficulty if the mother concealed her pregnancy. Since marriage was mandated but did not curtail sex, this occurs often enough to become a problem. The doctors then would provide the mother and child with a sanctuary and the father was mandated by elder law to marry her and that would bless the child.  From there, whatever was the child’s malady it would become a strength in which it could be either medical or mental but it would be extended to another place in City of the Bean People. Meaning, that this malady would become a sacred beanstalk in which the child would gain spiritual guidance and religious definition because an element or elements would be missing from his or her soul and this was needed for completeness of his or her human life formed and no one knew of this but the Doctors and the Scribes.

Once a Bean person did die, burial ceremony was carried out by Scribes in which they were dressed in the leaves of their Beanstalk and was buried in The Field of Lost Lives, which extended miles and miles, which never ends until City of the Bean People expires.

The women of Bean Town usually were Cooks, Teachers, Nurses, and Weavers.  The men were the Doctors, Scribes, and the Landscapers. However, these were not mandated occupations by gender and in rare occasions there would be indifference.  Their economics was based on a trading system but this was established through industry and agrarian means in which their currency became the leaf (prosperose) from the Beanstalk of Prosperity, which only could be obtained by trading with the Scribes and the more affluent Doctors.
Form: Ballad


A Death'

Yesterday,last night, our nation's people celebrated,
Over the death of a killer, violent in nature, decrepid.
A man from a wealthy family of men.
Him, taking advantage and really turning on them.

We will never understand his evil,
Turning good men an woman, children, to hurt, must be the devil.
The Koran, has basically the 1st five books in the Holy Bible,
Written for the same people, for their spiritual guidance.

This man, this killer of the innocents,
Will ultimately be judged, in God's kingdom.
Educated, wealthy family why was he so evil?
Koran teaches love and wisdom, why the corruptible?

Searching for yourself, is the wisdom,
Spiritually searching for God and His eternal kingdom.
To believe in something new, in a healthy change,
Was Osama Bin Laden was fooled by the trickster of this age?

I'll never forget that fateful day,
In a hotel room in Vegas, throwing my money away,
Was loosing, this was the gambling part of my life.
I was struggling spiritually, I was in strife.

Going back to this evil mans death,
Did he feel the same way about people, with his last breath?
Believing that violence really solved anything,
Was truly an amazing trick, by Satan an his favorite thing, sin.

Being human, having faults, somewhere had turned him,
It came from evil, a bad seed that was within.
His family I'm sure suffered embarrassment,
In their rejection of him, he became a major culprit.

Caught up in a web of terror,
He paid a greater price, he made his biggest error.
God finally said, "Enough is enough,"
Let's put this evil one to rest, and finish this blight on us.

I'll always forgive, but, I will never forget,
That it's only one less evil, We will meet more yet.
We Christians must remain vigil,
For who's the devil next choice, who will be the devil's next evil.

We have at least for now, closer, a time to heal,
We had to put another madman down, that was real.
We as Christians will always remain on constant vigil,
Being honest, fearful of God, He teaches us His own way to fight pure evil.
Form: Rhyme

The World That Should Be

it's the simplest thing we can do 
that we don't find it the hardest
life has become a survival yet God never planned it that way
we call on his name all in vain for we only fear those who can fire us
true woship among belivers has been replaced with love for money and power in the church
the family unit established by God in the garden of Eden has been threatened by the rampant divorce and marriage separations among believers
the power to preach the truth and to receive spiritual guidance has been given monetary value
we no longer fear the giver of life but fear things created by God
we are afraid of loosing class and influence as that would make us seem weak
we are all competing just to educate our children yet we fail to teach them love,trust and patience
we are the modern day believers of Christ yet we are responsible for snatching and destroying other people's marriage
behind bars of alcohol and the bars of justice majority in there are born again Christians..
why because after children are born they only hear the word of God on Sunday yet the family is the basic primary church
we love those with money power and despise the poor for they cannot buy us'love'
Dear God have mercy on us for we love public praise rather than submitting to your will
we seek peace from God through phones yet God's word is now written in our hearts
we steal the young girls virginity just to satisfy our sexual lust
majority of our problems today are as a result of our lustful style of living..
many also are dead because of lust,envy and too much earthly pleasures forgetting God Almighty
no money can buy us freedom or peace
if love is not in you, you cannot offer it but hate and lust
if peace and patience are not your virtuals how can you then invest in time or talk about Faith and trust in God
Love God as He deserves and treat others as you would like to be treated for 
what goes around will come back the same way
#chuimunga the poet
#made from Africa
#2020
© Chui Munga  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Ten Reasons

The top ten reasons not to go to church,
Clingy Christians may come and lurch!

It is so boring that I’m sure to fall asleep,
The Pastor’s message may make me weep!

I am too busy with sports and stuff,
In my life, I have enough!

They want all the money I labor for,
Or they think they’re better, for I am poor!

I am too tired, from a week of work,
The singing and dancing, they are berserk!

And the number one reason in the nation,
they are hypocrite’s, crying tribulation!

With ten more reasons, I’ll sum this up,
 to why my friend you should drink this cup!

Church is a place where love abounds,
A place where the lost can be found!

Church is made up of God’s people,
that gather together under a steeple!

Yes, they stumble, sometimes they fall,
But given the chance, your phone they’d call!

Every person who does attend,
Has had a hurt they’d like to mend!

There are fellowship and spiritual guidance,

When all the laughter has subsided!

It is a place that does help others,
Everyone is called sisters and brothers!

But the number one reason to go to church,
Is to draw close to Jesus, and yes it works!

I remember the day I first walked in,
I knew they could see my faults, my sin!

I thought they judged me from the start,
But oh so wrong, on my part!

Now I myself am one of THEM,
And NO my friend I don’t CONDEMN!

 We have all made mistakes,
But thanks you Jesus, he gives and takes!

He gives life to all who ask,
And took the sin in which we bask!

He showed me love, and now I can share,
Will you come, my friend, I'll save you a chair!



And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works.  Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much more, as you see the day approaching.  



Hebrews 10: 24-25
Form: Rhyme

Pondering Death

Lying against the floor,
The faces I love stood upon me,
Hypnotised by images that I adore,
The brightest of light envelopes the scenery,
Gazing against gravity as I evaporate,
An intense emotion submerged,
A vibration noticed, it escalates,
Espied my last scene as blankness emerged,
No thought racing, being of nothing,
An unexplainable clarity encapsulating, 
Away I travelled, swiftly morning turned dark,
The blackness enroute with flickering of white dots,
Not of stars and outer space but of beings,
Lights of lives and love in existence, gleaming,
Beautiful and serene, dots turns into lines,
Appearing faster than light, slower than time,
A destination unknown as white lines merged,
Into a ceiling of infinite white void,
As my being enters and converged,
Understood that nothing is ever destroyed,
All kept and nourished, an awakened state,
Not of new start, nor of cleaning slate,
Comprehension of the divinity through infinity,
A mirror stood upon a cloudy float,
An image appeared into its vicinity,
Of nothingness in a cosmic abode,
Familiar noticing only an anxious flood,
Of serenity and an intimate connection,
By the invisible and not by blood,
A resonance of divine affection.
Align in front of a reflection,
Of my life's past and creation,
Every emotions felt at once, physical infraction,
Spiritual guidance of self in fractions,
Knowing reverberated across nothingness,
While views come towards a blurry haze,
Clouded, vision slowly dissipating into oneness,
Then nothing and forgotten. A tiny light turn to my gaze.
Slipping into an unknown brightness, a return,
Out into the cold, wet and of blurred sight, a yearn,
A strange feeling as my cries shrouded by the unknown.
Another life, again as my own.

Fariq Yusoff
2nd December 2015
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Where There Is

Where there is malnutrition, let us provide basic human resources, for the poor and the destitute. Where there is insufficient: clothing, shoes, water, housing, education, and job opportunities-let the world community take the necessary actions.

Where there is talk of: ethnic, religious, sexual cleansing, let us hold those responsible accountable for their crimes against humanity.  Where there is talk of warfare among the nations, or ethnic groups; let us preach and practice world peaceful harmony.

Where there is sexual and human trafficking; let us put an end to such human miserable mistreatment.  Let us provide freedoms to the captives.  rehabilitation, moral, ethical and spiritual guidance.  Housing, education,and employment opportunities.

Where is talk of domestic violence against people, and property; let us provide the necessary intervention, legal action, and restoration.

Where there is talk of warfare, and violence between hostile nations; let us hold out the olive branch of reconciliation and peace.  There are no winners or losers in the game of warfare, only its hopelessly defenseless victims.

Where there are crimes against the natural world and the animal population, let us be a voice to those who have no voice.  Let us defend a world unable to defend itself.  Let us not just fold our hands and walk away.  Let us not fail to acknowledge the problem. by the failure to take affirmative action.  Let us not follow in the neglectful footsteps of the current United States' presidential administration, of Donald Trump!

There are so many issues facing the world community, they are not all addressed here!

Love as always!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
RoxyLea1954
June 27, 2017
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Mr excessive force

He enters the neighborhood bitter 
from cold cases old grudges and gripes 
his musty breath is shallow stone cold 
coming from his angry nostrils transferred 
yet again for bad behavior after sucking
the life out of another non suspecting poor

individual while suspended to the desk duties 
for a few months he lay in waiting creating slander  
perpetrating falsehoods for the weak the helpless 
the vulnerable homeless the disabled the injured 
veterans families down on their luck he's mastered 
the boroughs villages canals valley's street corners
 
and hills throughout the city children run from his 
thumping hoofs craving blood sweat and tears 
of urban survivors holding on by mere threads 
praying for spiritual guidance redemption from 
this evil hoping for strong minded individuals 
to somehow provide ethical support leadership 

crumbles rams locking horns while performing their 
civic duties of washing the scum off the streets 
when instead Mr excessive force organized brutality 
home invasions intimidation fear corruption 
abuse of power rises about the small towns 

of little people whose cries are never heard 
until a sudden riot approaching engulfing a city 
the watchers always look on in disbelief as the flames 
crawl block for block windows smashed glass shatters 
into a million pieces reflecting the eyes of despair 
graffiti begins to cover store fronts meanwhile

friendly fire explodes sifting through reasoning
remorse the crying kind Danny boy oh boy oh boy
a quiet calm cease to behold a sullen peace
the trying time beckoning the emptiest eyes   
malice unfolds first responders are grieving 
as Mr excessive force is now leaving
Form: Ballade

Premium Member Beyond Passion

Written: November 23, 2023
              __________________________________________

Countless years, continue to construe conflict.
My task is to tote testimony of how to commit.
Neither malice nor misery can steal my life.
I'll store them so I can nail down the strife 

None could ever havoc my soul's ebullience
Unspoiled by any sort of conflict or resilience. 
Behave snidely—skip all attempts to cure me. 
Am I a raging strain—unpredictable calamity? 

Has it huddled your heart to halt our harsh tie? 
Let us liven up in lavish livery—lilt a lullaby.
Since our recent zeal, our devotion will never fail.
My faith is true, but my imbrication won't frail.

Lunar cycles are an ethereal occurrence.
Soul and zest conflate by elixir convergence. 
The bounty that our love proved every time 
Loaded with kindness, life is pure and sublime 

Under the summer sun, doves coo and call.
Romance, fresh spring tides, a cool air fall
From on high, magnificently raised upward 
Clouds are fresh—grant a high moral reward.
 
Glance at the sun as if it were a gust of wind. 
There was a glow emanating from your bind.
Let us persevere through this anxious hurdle.
My anguish has now laid into an ember circle.

I grew on your zeal and will never grow tired of it.
It's still what I truly desire but in a cynosure way.
Despite the height, affection will never be split.
With a bond between us that will never decay

There is a diaphanous spot as love grows swiftly.
Once only dreamed on, amid spiritual guidance.
My love has not faded; rather, it has grown fitly.
You are caught in the midst of a mighty alliance.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

What Keeps People Honest

Never take anything that's not yours,
something that you haven't earned;
somebody worked hard to get that,
so put it down and think of a better way  
to lift that weight off of  your conscience!
If all followed your example,.
and in front of God they'd tremble,
we would have less crime today!.
  
What keeps people honest
is the fear of being caught
and dearly pay for doing wrong;
some laugh at your hesitation,
others foresee your frustration;
be stronger and wiser than them
by giving honesty another image:
truly genuine and truthful!

Would you like to imagine or really see
a world without danger or trouble?
Start cleaning up your act and be humble:
many will notice the sudden change
and begin their endless jeourney...
down a more righteous road full of wisdom;
what they'll learn from your new image,
can't be compared to what will come! 

What keeps people honest
is the embarassment of being criticized,
or even worse of being alienated from society;.
and that fret state of mind
guards them against any attempt
to break the law as often as they could! 
Then does the human spirit, indomitable and free,
have an imponderable conscience... 
ready to violate all moral principles
that any law-abiding citizen never would?

Perfection is not found in humans,
unless they turn to spiritual guidance,
and they could have a soul
as dark as the Devil,
but with grace they are transformed
and made as obedient as angels;
you have a greater potential...
simply rise above them!

Premium Member My God, Thank You For Counselling Me

June 26 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 19

Key Verses – Proverbs 19:20-21 Hear counsel, and receive instruction, that thou mayest be wise in thy latter end. There are many devices in a man's heart; nevertheless the counsel of the LORD, that shall stand. 

MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR COUNSELLING ME

Thank You for counselling me thru Your heavenly vision
Which You radiate with Your great commission
According to Your divine persuasion
Fully advising me against perversion.
 
Thank You for counselling me thru Your majestic glory
Which You manifest with Your Gospel story
According to Your sovereign history
Fully leading me against misery.
 
Thank You for counselling me thru Your spiritual guidance
Which You offer with Your constant sustenance
According to Your ready deliverance
Fully helping me against grievance.
 
Thank You for counselling me thru Your wise authority
Which You show with Your steadfast certainty
According to Your assured security
Fully directing me against iniquity.
 
Thank You for counselling me thru Your instructing commandment
Which You teach with Your enduring commitment
According to Your eternal fulfillment
Fully training me against discouragement.
 
Thank You for counselling me thru Your compassionate faithfulness
Which You perform Your abundant graciousness
According to Your kind goodness
Fully shielding me against destructiveness.

June 26, 2022
Form: Rhyme

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