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Realization & The World Religions
Christianity
Petro—Peter means stone
Jesus made a pun:
Upon this stone I build my church
Unto you I give the keys to the Kingdom
Hence Peter—The First Pope
Jesus “He is my Rock and Salvation”
Judaism
The Mitzvah—God blesses every good deed
The Buddha
sits under a bode tree,
Surrounded by swirling forces of greed,
temptation, and evil intent
Desires which are the source of all suffering
Through meditation he extinguishes these desires
like he would a fire
What remains is the pure,
ecstatic bliss of endless, inextinguishable love
Krishna’s Dance
represents the lifeforce constant change and flux
The vital, joyous force,
casting off our collective part of painful illusion,
and sweeping us ever onward in an endless, journey—Nirvana
Islam
Allah—The One and only God—Allah is good
Muslims worship the God of Noah, Abraham,
Moses, David and Jesus
Peace be upon them all.
However, it is certainly true that Jews,
Christians and Muslims
all have different concepts of
Almighty God
Realization
From my deepest self I reveal
an emotional rapture of the combined sacred oneness
Enamored in love is how I truly feel
note: Monotheistic religion starts at the core wherein one
God created the world and its people because He loved them!
Polytheistic religions also have love at their core.
AD 60 or 70 first known Christian writings
1600's Christian Bible, King James time
Before that Pagan Nature Worship
MOODS OF NATURE - THE Dark Forest..........
In the deep dark forest,
Many tales can be told,
Surrounded by hundreds of trees,
From young trees to the very old.
The thunder storms then rapidly appear,
Branches lashing around, and trees falling,
Leaves suddenly dancing and violently swirling,
Whilst the wild wind is roaring!!!
Roots desperately clinging to the earth,
Rain heavily pouring down on the withering bark,
Lightning strikes, like it's a curse!!!
The howl of the pack of wild wolves,
Gives such a tremendous fright!!!
Would you dare to enter the dark forest at night???
There was a man,
Who lived in wales,
Lived a boring life,
And worked in sales.
He went to the pub,
Almost every day,
At night he came home,
On the sofa, he’d lay.
Chippy every Friday,
He’d have for his teas
Chips and gravy,
And a tub full of peas
He had an umbrella,
To battle the gails,
After all he lived,
In the hills of Wales.
A quiet little village,
The community so sweet,
Surrounded by fields,
Of barley and wheat.
A picturesque place,
A postcard place,
A place to put,
A smile on your face.
His name was terry,
Lived to a ripe old age,
Of ninety four,
Like his wife, Sage.
A boring old life,
But the best that they had,
Enjoyed every minute,
Not a moment being sad.
Terry and sage,
Grew up together,
Shared the umbrella,
And battled the weather.
The nice old lady,
Terry working on sales,
Had the best life,
At a village in wales
These things, these demons, cannot be predicted
for it is not the province of the vain
to view forthcoming perils as their own
race past life’s looming cautions with disdain
Destined by their folly to abstain
ignore precursors of life’s coming woes
for youth, t’is said, “is wasted on the young”
age, alas, left struggling in its throes.
Surrounded by the gators of their swamp
beseeching of dead gods that it be drained
remain addicted to the demons slain
youth seeking death before old ages reign.
Destined, as it were, by dint of choice
destined to succumb to demons voice.
©9/19/2019
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet - sponsor
The leaves are slightly ripening
Signaling that fall is slowly approaching
Summer is still burning hot
and mutiny is fading on the rock
I quickly quell the silent fire
with something that is solid sound and proper
I have been quiet for many days
listening to what the Gods have to say
They have given me a prefect answer
so stay out of my blooming way
and stop spreading propaganda
Your negative prediction will never transpire
I couldn't bear to listen to the tittle-tattle
I was musing all over and rose from my prosperous chair
with a solemn message to find the trouble maker
and retrieve the destructive hammer
Here I am in Ellanor's park feeling energetic and strong
holding the powerful universe in my hands
I am surrounded by strong healthy green trees
Listening to the drowning sound of the crickets singing in the breeze
The foul mouth giant has tried to root me up
But I am cemented a thousand feet into the ground
My foundation is laid on a steady rock
and I am ready for the building block
hypocrites line the street listening to my heart beat
Hypocrites sits at my table wondering if I am able
I have been on the road since twelve years old
Keeping my eyes on the big brown door
And I have worked relentlessly for the people around me
defending and doing what I believe is right
and standing up strong to the bull fight
I did not inherit a house of pearls
I have to be a strong example for the rest of girls
We are living in a global instability
and this is no time to start a public mutiny
Everything looks green around me
and I am going on the road again
I will be in it for the long haul
Because I have to answer to the masters call
My mind is set and my spirit is strong
Let us all move along and conquer together.
Informants
Parameters Dear Watson, I exclaim to everyone at the table
Ambassadors of the latest brand continue talking in fables
Calipers on my legs and hands as I begin to feel disabled
Passengers of the broken and grand reject these constant labels
A touch of light brevity for one to leave some room to contemplate
As such the sight of levity leaves me so much less inclined to procrastinate
In the garden of ghetsemony Jesus was forced to deliberate
Like a crutch to lean light up on as the enemy approaches at the gate
There’s no time to linger for a moment as danger is on the horizon
Relaxed and sublime she’s a performing singer that has to sleep with the lights on
There’s not an object to be the harbinger of dispair as they choose to continue to fight on
While in the refined and royal air I’ll be someone they can rely on
Aberrations of polite conversation left to fizz out in the silence
Commiserations for the invitation to engage in protest based violence
Considerations of the elevations of such niches incline to display pretence
Obfuscations of the invocations that require there’s no more nonsense
Humanity crumbles at the table as I cannot continue the performance
Insanity humbles the old fables of those basking in self-importance
Profanity mumbles from the mouth of the green gables that come from the non conformist
Calamity grumbles as I realise I am surrounded by informants
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
In a forest, wind was softly blowing.
I stood surrounded by tall, giant trees.
One Redwood there seemed like he was showing
some gestures to me! Was it just the breeze?
But other trees joined in then too. They shook
their leafy limbs, and then they spoke to me!
They gently spoke on seeing my scared look.
The first one said, “Come here and hug a tree.
Embrace my ancient trunk. Know how I feel,
for I’ve a body just like you - and I
feel joy and sadness too. These things are real.
Tell others what we say. This earth may die.
Without us, you can’t breathe. Warn everyone
you need us like you need the rain and sun!"
May 18, 2022
For Anoucheka Gangabissoon's Wisdom from Trees Contest
I sit upon the well-worn vinyl couch
and apprehensively await my turn
to see the doctor. Others, deep in thought,
glance up a moment, then resume their worlds.
I scan the room, a mixture of decor-
odd tables, lamps. But now my eyes are fixed
upon the papered wall, a strange design
of rambling shapes. Amid this chaos hangs
a painting filled with imagery of life.
I fall into this peaceful, quiet scene
as graceful birds with arched wings fly above.
Neath blue-gray skies, there winding down a hill,
a brook meanders to the lovely lake,
as nestled buildings on the velvet grass
are hugged by two dirt roads. And there, my love
with horse and wagon, riding to the house-
our home, surrounded by the blossomed trees.
Content within, I happily await-
inside this painting, work of art, of life-
secured within a well-framed boundary,
suspended on a nail upon a wall;
a sense-filled concept, so confined, compact,
divided from the abstractness beyond
its stable, gilded frame of burnished gold.
I hear my name now called, and it's my turn
to see the doctor- and my mind now leaps
outside the gilded frame- into a world
unlike the painted picture on the wall.
May 6, 2016
Premiere Contest: Imagist Any Form
Sponsor: Brian Strand
FALCON
Orphan child
Came up wild
Child of Harlem
Black American
Lover friend of birds
His favorite the falcons
They a tune to him
This person name: Sam Wilson
Became an adult, went to college
Graduated became a Social worker
One day found himself on an island
Surrounded by criminals
One arch nemesis
from World War 2
The Red Skull exchanged bodies with Captain America
So the misguided hero hid from the good and the villians
Steve Rogers aka Cap trained Sam Wilson acrobatics and combat fighting
Days, weeks went by soon a fight they couldn't deny
With the help of a bird Sam's falcon, a new hero was born
Sam Wilson became new black american hero
Years later he partnered with Cap alias Cap's new sidekick
Also later became an Avenger
A decade later after Captain America wasn't able
He was dying from lost of super-soldier serum
As of the later years the Falcon became the new..
Sam Wilson: Captain America a three year run
Fighting crime with Shield
Now he's back, the high flying Falcon
fighting crime in the streets of Chicago
2/23/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
Glittering glamorous glitzy faeries guided
Suzella’s way through the night.
She had no idea she was this loved.
She knew magic was about, for she had felt it all her life.
Her spirit guides brought her through her sadness
To this castle on this night.
Very pointedly.
At first she thought it was a dream.
She pinched herself a few times when leprechaun man first appeared.
He thought this funny. Laughed loudly.
Making her smile.
She was not fearful, but curious.
You are loved. You are loved. You are loved.
She heard this throughout the forest
as she followed the faerie lights.
The deer were there, the fox, the crickets,
fireflies, and she felt angels.
Reminding her of various kindnesses
she had bestowed upon them.
She did not feel she was worthy of such honor.
But they did.
So she was here now
Following her heart, surrounded by angels.
Walking toward a better life.
No one had ever had a finer death.