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July 27 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 27-30
Key Verse – Jeremiah 27:22 They shall be carried to Babylon, and there shall they be until the day that I visit them, saith the LORD; then will I bring them up, and restore them to this place.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY LIFE RESTORER
Lord God, You are my life Restorer through Your mighty hand
Thank You for Your authoritative command whereupon I stand
With Your stretched-out arm of mercy’s demand
Toward my victory in Your promised land.
Lord God, You are my life Restorer through Your empowering drive
Thank You for Your powerful name for which I strive
With Your intercessory works that revive
Toward my enablement, helping me triumphantly survive.
Lord God, You are my life Restorer through Your transforming reign
Thank You for Your attending presence where I should remain
With Your promises that subdue doubt-caused strain
Toward my service for eternal gain.
Lord God, You are my life Restorer through Your building-up freedom
Thank You for Your wondrous peace in my pursuit for Your kingdom
With Your accomplishment so purposeful, never vainly at random
Toward my faith’s increase beyond fleshly stardom.
Lord God, You are my life Restorer through Your compassionate subjugation
Thank You for Your deliverance against captivity’s persecution
With Your assurance I trust with full devotion
Toward my dwelling in Your gracious jubilation.
Lord God, You are my life Restorer through Your comforting voice
Thank You for Your ready help midst travail-burdening noise
With Your quieting rest for my spiritual poise
Toward my fruitfulness along faithful stewardship choice.
Lord God, You are my life Restorer through Your binding-up healing
Thank You for Your gentleness-cure for my sinful ailing
With Your healthy replenishment against soul-failing
Toward my preservation against miserable falling.
July 27, 2023
Wishing won't get it done.........
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Don't play with your Opportunities.
something new
will pop the surface and bring you into
stardom!
Twenty-six came fast... Possibilities
close in by the hundreds, as if they were marching
to the sound of a choke-hold.
Pressure's a good thing
when it has us make something
beautiful, or something hot.
Stardom, creation, art,
invention, love, whatever...
Those are something.
But twenty-six years
don't guarantee illumination-
that a step forward won't be going back
where the space is too expansive for comfort.
Why does the emptiness scream so loud?
Maybe I'll run off to Boston
or Brooklyn, or somewhere in Florida
where the noise is real,
where the sun can make me forget.
I hear Santa Fe's nice and full of hippies like me.
But there they are again-
options.
Was I tricked?
Twenty-six... and mother society
(that *****)
says I should stop screwing around.
Try stability like other healthy-functioners.
But they look bored.
I'll be damned before I'm one of them.
See, I'm a should-must-hater to the core.
But I get it...
I can only say 'screw that' so many times,
til I've screwed just about every should in the book,
an obligatory ****.
And I know that somewhere in time,
poignant obligations could become wanted.
Transformation happens to us all-
no tricks.
But twenty-six still haunts...
narrowing halls, nightmares, bad dreams...
wedding bells and crying babies
and sweat-soaked sheets.
Enough! I need a drink,
drink too much, back to square one...
But before you guess,
or relate in ways
that make your world seem smaller
and less heavy-
Before you judge me
too far gone, or too unsafe for pleasure,
Let's at least acknowledge together
That I have one thing (make me feel better)
Time the wish-granter is still big
at twenty-six.
It's the lesson-learner, the justification
of risk, and the stupidity of youth.
(And if time's not linear as once they said,
I wonder will I always BE somewhere?
Lost in some traveling wavelength?)
Time is a mind-boggler too.
I'm twenty-six... but at fifty-two
I may not have all the answers I want.
But I can relax about that,
that's what time can do.
Twenty-six..
all that's left for me now
is a thousand different ways
to enjoy the movement,
to take a moment and watch it spin
into constant re-arranging moods
through the interaction...
Like a falling deck of cards echoed
into an oblivion
of my very own.
~Doing What's Right~
(Sonnet)
Many seek "stardom" by destroying their self,
To get into the so-called media-spot light,
But Daniel achieved this in a better way,
When he and his friends did what was right.
When captived by a ruthless invading nation,
It was unlikely they'd be heard from ‘gain,
But the godly men distinguished themselves
As very intelligent and truth worthy to begin
And when the King had a dream that his wise
Men couldn't repeat nor interpret to him,
He condemn them right there to death,
After a night of prayer Daniel got a gift.
The gift of interpreting the King's dream,
As God made Daniel part of his royal team.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
January,17,2015
He was the Yodelling King of Whitby.
On a calm clear weather day
You could hear his practice yodels
On the cliffs at Robin Hoods bay.
He would stand there at the bar
In his Tyrolean feathered hat
With dark brown lederhosen,
Black cloak thrown over that,
To hold then all enraptured
When he got up on that stage
Setting female hearts a beating
No matter what their age.
His repertoire so varied,
From classical to rap,
With the occasional dance,
Sometimes breaking into tap.
Booked at the Alhambra Bradford
He attracted audience motley
All of his dedicated fan club
Some from as far away as Otley.
Then he strode on that stage
And his throat suddenly dried
And on the brink of stardom
His career withered and died.
They still talk of it in Eccleshill,
Bowling, Idle, even Runswick Bay
And many a tear is still shed
About that fateful fateful day.
He’s still Yodelling King of Whitby,
Still holds the pub under his spell
Particularly performing his finale
Of excerpts from William Tell.
Stardom no longer beckons
It’s lustrous lure dispelled
By the hurtful memory of
That Bradford performers hell.
Some times in his cups
It really gets his goat:
Yodelling King of the World maybe
But for the drying of his throat.
I let him go away
choice amidst divine ray
never causing delay
but bringing blessings' tray
as heart decides to stay
abiding in God's way.
I let such go away
chance for future great yea
yet asserting loud nay
while earnest soul did pray
for blest favor each day...
now, "thanks, Lord" I say.
I let it go away
claim toward stardom quay
devoid of regrets' prey
as faith fought carnal clay
with love and mercies' pay
upon Christ's triumph today.
I let them go away
cause those would lead astray
neither white, black; but gray...
at present, I'm okay
victorious, come what may
with Saviour's grace-display.
*Proverbs 16:9 A man's heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps.
May 3, 2023
Edited on July 11, 2023
1st place, "To The One I Lost" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 8/16/2023
YOUNG AND OLD
Wisdom is the only entity that rules this sphere.
'Omode gbon, agba gbon lafi dale ife.'
The translation cascades from life's vault:
On the wisdom of both youths & adults,
The four-walls of ile-ife are founded.
To adults only, wisdom is not compounded,
It is endowed to both the young and old.
Only the witty can decipher this virtue foretold.
That is why whatever a child has to say
Can be told to the elders in the world today.
You are not a minority when it comes to wisdom.
Both a King & his Prince rules their kingdom.
Building the old waste from its ruins to stardom,
The city, ile-ife was made from this wisdom,
That of both the vibrant youth & the aged old.
The type that makes us stare at life looking bold.
A child who knows how to wash his hand
Will eat with the elders at the table-stand.
A child who intelligently moves in silence
When playing & studying the endgame of chess,
Will be ready when it's time to checkmate.
Pawns are the soul of chess, or the bait.
Life is a chess, wisdom is the tool, let's play.
In their wits & wisdom, the sage elders say:
'The troublesome child has his day of use.
Million dollar reason why because of troubles,
A child is certainly not to be fed to beasts."
But follies feast on fools & faunts a fist,
A wise step is safer than tracing the trail of a trap.
The grey always say, 'to make the white pap,
Even the deserted dirty dark pot has use,
Whether or not it has countlessly faced abuse.
The silence of the old makes wrong choice drift
But the foolish wise words of a child uplifts.³°
Wisdom is for both the young and old,
It built societal foundations which we behold.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 13th, 2023
Combing hair in front of mirror,
a countenance is explored in nuance.
"You are beautiful",...the whisper lingers,
An intent gaze, inhaled and endeared.
They say,.. I look like Marilyn, the celebrity diva,
the name lights fireworks, exciting elixir.
Compared for looks with a gorgeous star,
Oooh..the name then means a world to her.
The name weaves a vivacious bond,
A travesty of stardom boggles her mind.
Bombinating joys...flirting eyes of beholder
Breezing confidence in her life, an enticing name
permeates fragrance, a conjecture she believes.
Zooming selfies on Facebook uploads,..
likes counted, she fosters passion for that name.
The crimson name flatters glittering self-love,
as her soaring spirit reaches a starry heaven above.
Yes, mannequins yearn for assurance to survive
There's lot in a name,...
Perhaps Shakespeare was naive!!
14th March 2019
Submitted to Kim Rodrigue's What's in a name contest
July 8 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 119:89-176
Key Verse – Psalm 119:115 Depart from me, ye evildoers: for I will keep the commandments of my God.
HEART THAT KEEPS THE COMMANDMENTS OF GOD
Our heart keeps the commandments of God with His holiness
According to His justifying righteousness
Despite our tendency toward sinfulness
Since He forgives us of confessed filthiness.
Our heart keeps the commandments of God with His perfection
According to His cleansing sanctification
Despite our weakness toward corruption
Since He corrects us from committed abomination.
Our heart keeps the commandments of God with His wisdom
According to His teaching freedom
Despite our craving toward stardom
Since He guards us against attacking boredom.
Our heart keeps the commandments of God with His light
According to His illumining insight
Despite our vision-deficiency toward blinking vanity-delight
Since He directs us, checking any jeopardizing perspective-blight.
Our heart keeps the commandments of God with His deliverance
According to His upholding salvation-assurance
Despite our pride toward selfishness-annoyance
Since He shields us against gripping carnal arrogance.
Our heart keeps the commandments of God with His leadership
According to His loving redemption-relationship
Despite our compromise toward worldly partnership
Since He makes us avoid alluring vain virtual friendship.
Our heart keeps the commandments of God with His mercy
According to His faith-anchoring fervency
Despite our doubts toward stewardship-leniency
Since He helps us overcome terrifying unbelief-persistency.
June 8, 2026
Unrolling red carpet
In swoop of precipice
The euphoric circuit
Underline emphasis
Fame gets the life and wife
Glittering…beautiful
Soon come the cracks and strife
Stardom delusional
We see the performance
Our hearts lit up like stars
Those twinklers like lightning
A storm raging with scars
Behind scenes frightening
Her song pumping iron
With fate’s path steamrolling
Tires over gravel her turn
Praise steepness controlling
Cameras follow her
Every move zigzag
Her former life a blur
A soul caught on a snag
We see the performance
Our hearts lit up like stars
Those twinklers like lightning
A storm raging with scars
Behind scenes frightening