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Fling the doors open
And let out the stagnant air
Open the board up windows
It’s time to breath fresh air.
Sweep out the dirty corners
And prepare for a powerful rejuvenation
Gather the dust in a bundle,
Empty it in the Pacific Ocean
Then dip four times in the Atlantic Ocean.
Take a stroll along the corridors
Look your enemies in their eyes and
Greet them with a victory smile
Salute them with your mystical love
And set ablaze their self-inflected flame
There is no doubt about this
You will go down as one of the bravest
Solomon the wisest you the greatest
And victorious one
Sound it on the mountain top
Across the rippling desserts
Walk through the market places
The inner-cities, burnt out villages
Busy streets and crowded towns
Visit the little old lady in the tattered house
Located on the deserted side of town
Shower her with hopeful words
Your presence alone will embrace
And nurture her weary soul
Make your way to the orphanage,
Wounded warriors
and the struggling ones
A simple touch with your powerful hands
Will answer the prayer of the weeping ones.
Go to the schools and colleges
With words of comfort and love
Stop over places where you are not welcome
And radiate them with persuasive sentiments.
All some people need is a can of beer,
a cup of hot chocolate or good cheers .
Disperse the spirit of hope,
Perseverance and good expectation
And when night comes
Walk in the streets and sing
Sing with timbrels and cheerful songs
You are an inspirational icon for everyone.
Your rhetoric’s are strong, use it to move along.
Use what works best for you
Negotiations or forgiveness
And climb straight to the mountain top
With a hammer, a sledge or a cable car
Ropes and boots or just the magical you
Silence the poisonous networks
Give them something to talk about
Lift up your injured wings and start to sing
Join with the throng of angels in the grand jubilee
You are strong and ready to fly again.
Tarry no longer because you have won
Raise your banner
And wave it high in the sky
You have just defeated your enemies
With compelling love
And your gigantic wings.
©2013 Christine Phillips
A new planet
what will I do if
I have no heart
what will I do if
I have no soul
what will I do
if I can not feel
what can I do if
I can not see
oh god help me
for all I see good
is turn ugly by
this men with
the colour of confusion
they need a new planet
a new planet
what will I do if
I can't write my poems
what will I do if I can't
sing the songs of my soul
what will I do if
I can't fight for my right
what will I do
if I can't no protest
for my freedom
what can I do
if I can not see
oh God help me
for all I see good
is turn ugly by
this men with
the colours of confusion
they need a new planet
new planet
what can I do if
I got no joy
what can I do
if I have no peace
what can I do
if I have no conscience
what will I do
if I can not sacrifice
what can I do
if I can not see
oh god help me
for all I see good
is turn ugly by
this men with the
colours of confusion
they need a new planet
new planet
what can I do
if am not sensitive
what can I do if
I can't protect my own
what can I do if I can
not speak of love
what can I do if I can't
dream of a world
without wars
what can I do
since I refuse to hate
what can I do
if I can not see
oh God help me
for all I see
is turn ugly
by this men
with the colours
of confusion
they need a new planet
new planet
what can I do
if I don't have a message
for the world
what will I do if my life
don't reflect with love
what will I do when am chase
by the hatred of a system
what will I do when am down
stagnant and hungry of life
what will I do if I can not
sing the song of my soul
what will I do in a world beautiful
but turn ugly by greed
what will I do
will I run to a new planet
when heaven is here
oh God help me
for all I see good
is turn ugly
by this men
with the colours of confusion
they need a new planet
Crimson ribbon across the darkening sky
Toys sweetly with exquisite hints azurite
Sublime whisper in the stillness of the night
Dulcet as a fluttering wings' butterfly
Ignoring warnings of atrophy's caution
Tightening the fatal corset to her heart
Beware of jealousy's evil counterpart
Watching it adrift beyond the horizon
Neath veil opaque set free most venomous ache
Draining weary soul of stagnant tears and fears
With returning tide the hope of buoyant years
Await sunrise as she awakes at daybreak
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on September 16, 2018 for contest ENCLOSED RHYME sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 1ST
how does one sustain and retain spiritual revival
to go to the next level and have spiritual survival?
how do you move higher and increase your faith
and not regress nor become stagnant?
we need to be saturated in God's holy word
read the basic instructions before leaving earth
if you can't seem to understand the manual of God
how can you know your purpose in life or even where to start?
we're all in this world trying to make some sense
dealing with reality hoping not to get warped nor bent
know your basic instructions before leaving earth
be aware of what it is that God wants you to know first
when reading His manual in order for everything to turn out right
you must follow the basic principles sent down from the Kingdom of Light
we always get in trouble whenever we veer from God's hands
we always have to struggle when we don't follow His master plan
but for the grace of God, but for His will
but for His mercy that you are here still
you can tell much about some people by how they maintain the Lord's temple
it's a way to measure their faith and obedience, plain and simple
so stop worrying about worldly possessions forget all of that stuff
don't be a slave to material things that can't help when life gets too rough
don't worry about what you have nor what you think you own
for all you see belongs to God, the Kingdom and the throne
it's a matter of trust, it's about putting God first
it's about reading the basic instructions before leaving earth
to grow in your faith just study the Word every day
and stand on It's foundation for It will guide your way
advance in godly spirit and discover your true worth
by reading your basic instructions before leaving earth
you're a child of Christ so exult and edify the Lord
use the Holy manual and all will be in accord
yes, the Bible is required for it's the focal point
It's the prerequisite for one to get anoint
for the Bible is the primary source for spiritual preparation
It's the guiding light to spiritual revelation
so read and study God's manual and develop a powerful thirst
for reading the Basic Instruction Before Leaving Earth
Society is but a volatile brew of a lucky few, and plenty of:
Philosophers without portfolio,
Scholars without power,
Able men in a crippled world,
Visionaries weary of worry,
Artists bereft of brushes,
Patient men ensnared by a rush,
Actors craving for a costume,
Pioneers ruined by pedantic loons,
And simple men seeking the delight
Of a quiet easeful life!
Society is people reveling in reverie,
All full of dreams that seldom take wing!
But there are also those of towering talent who keep themselves hidden.
Hiding their lofty ambitions, their high aspirations, biding their time.
But not for long. For when the winds of fortune finally
shift, their stagnant ships shall seize the Seven Seas!
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We are like stagnant water, never moving, never flowing.
Trapped in silence, where shadows gather low,
A quiet pool that holds the dust of yesterday,
Unstirred by wind or whisper from above.
Yet deep within, a gentle call invites us forth,
To leave the stillness that weighs upon the soul.
We should be like a river, always flowing, ever changing,
Carrying light through valleys green and bold.
With every turn we yield to grace's guiding hand,
Washing clean the banks where sorrow once held sway.
We dance with stones that shape our path anew,
And nourish fields where hope begins to grow.
Grateful hearts, we thank the One who breaks the dam,
Who turns our quiet depths to living streams of praise.
No longer bound by what refuses breath or life,
We flow in freedom, bathed in mercy's endless days.
In humble joy we journey on, refreshed and free,
A testament to love that makes the weary whole.
For in this sacred motion, ever changing, ever true,
We find the beauty of a soul made new.
Stay out of the past, I say,
For its highways are cracked.
And its gardens are sere,
So stop looking back.
Why seek to regain lost pleasures,
To only find people as dust.
For all that was once hardened steel,
Is now oxidized rust.
Looking back, for what I ask?
At the skeleton of past hopes.
Which still linger within the mind,
And occasionally moans and gropes.
Once a place of beautiful rivers,
Replaced with stagnant slime.
Stay out of the past, I say;
Stop wasting God given time!
The past’s fires have gone cold;
Looking back, your future gets destroyed.
For when you look back to see a glimpse,
All you see is the ghost of joy.
“It” defies the fabric we hold dear—
a predator of language, carving loopholes for the rich.
No filter. No trust. A shark in a stagnant lagoon,
circling the wreckage of thought.
“Its” justice is a ledger, not a scale,
a settlement for silence, a nation unraveled.
We obey, bound to “its” decree,
as “it” strips the backbone from the body of this land.
None will be spared “its” tread.
Powder dusts the glass—fragile, waiting to shatter.
They call “it” redundancy unity,
so you can rest your head,
counting pain like sheep in the dark.
We groan. We resist.
But the mind is a prisoner, chasing a freedom
that fades like a mirage in the heat.
The window is cracked, fractured with reflection,
the corporate jungle bleeding into our veins.
Reliance on a dealer of lies sets the trap,
an evening shadow stretching over a stage
of copper-stained deception.
A final act—
the lights dim, the curtain falls, the stage is empty…
Yet "it" remains. Watching. Waiting. Smiling.
You take for granted that people understand your rhythm.
You take for granted that everyone knows how to sing.
You have been rowing the little boat in the great big ocean.
Spilling water into my face and flooding the place, the ship is leaking, and you have to find the holes and seal them up before the queen Elizabeth sinks.
I don’t know how to read musical note and I cannot drive a gigantic boat, but I can use my common sense and move the boat out of the stagnant water, it has been docked there for many years waiting of an adventurer to take it out to experience the vastness of the sea and see the wishing stone that lies beneath the ocean. You are far away from home but keep rowing, you will find your way home.
This thing has been going on for too long and the people don’t understand your jumbled up song, what do you want them to do? I still do not have the slightest clue.
I do not know what you want to achieve, and what you have up your sleeve, every five minutes the rhythm change, and this action is driving the people insane. They have to drop what they are doing and march though the iron gate and before they reach the middle of the street, they are walking into another beat, and a new rhythm sets in.
Nobody tells me what is going on; I have to rely on my external sensation and intuition. I don’t read symbolism or body language, I don’t work out at the gym, and I don’t understand your colors scheme.
We just want to have a sense of normality, peace, love and stability, but every time I steer the boat this way, someone steer in it the opposite way. Something has to be done to fix your confusing song.
You must separate the ocean sunfish from the beluga stuvgon and give everyone a written message and tell them what to do, you must change your current communication method and gather the multitude in front of the hill and give everyone a circle a heart and a triangle and tell them the truth just as it is.
I will have grilled snapper and trout for my Thursday evening supper; I need a seafood doctor because the people still don't know what the order is.
what may look like rejection, truly is not,
it's where lack of communication tries to steal loves spot,
with vague responses and less openness, it depletes loves share,
which therefore leaves the other person with more room not to care,
loves actions speak loud, that is a given,
but without the words of loves sharing, how can we understand the hearts mission,
to gain closeness in areas where our hearts meant to speak,
we will not grow in love if we remain silent, and just sit in our seat,
a smile and a wave are gestures in kindness,
but it takes trust and faith for love to speak up and find us,
fears ugly head hides in the back,
no face to put with a name, nothing personally intact,
an attempt to rise above fear with a courage to love,
speaks volumnes in value rather than cautious withdraw,
when this cautious attitude fills up a room,
it leaves less room to grow, it's stagnant to move,
your attempts to love and share are not in vain,
it's the lack of disconnect, the emotions in chains,
God did not intend for us to treat each other in this way,
intimidations and assumptions keep the heart at bay,
the weight of this anchor keeps the heart robotically conformed,
separating hearts, how do you expect to know more?,
know your peoples, hear them more,
now who do you think i stood there for????