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Once the crimson eastern sky lost
That was the morning guiding star.
Lilac hobbit, Kismet Gem plains, and frost.
Cyan sea-painted eyes to rainbows dare.
Revived ecstasy and increased optimism
Sighing for you, my wingless moon vibe.
The breath of trees and bushes alike a prism,
sweeps away the glistening dew of the tribe.
Nature as whole bows before her might.
Alas, it brings harmony to the polar seasons.
Even when love fades, this rib cage lights.
Glowing alike rain all for the right reasons.
Cephalic rooms nourish hope tame sobbing.
and heals by humming the placid air.
Pastel lilac buds grow with ivory twigs trembling.
to sustain poise via a window-peeking stare.
Ductility, time, and youth view shadows pass.
Broken love's cocoon awakens at the prime dawn.
and stroll through woods, leaping over cut grass.
Pain larvae were spinning on the moon lawn.
Despite the song's silence... to bless this ritual.
Your heart begins to beat as the thorns bough.
Your soul prevails over the most spiritual.
I couldn't stop the peasant behind a plow.
Have a snout and wings alike a winged liege.
Awakened cosmic butterfly, a myth I love.
Aglow is an allusive, alluring antidote to besiege.
Awaken to the bliss of silence from above.
Bumblebees mood, pollinating in the haze,
wildflower with a fading lavender cloud
By night, savor the moon and the stars gaze.
As you float over the woods, learn to be proud.
Written: February 28, 2023
I try to speak, but no one stays,
They turn their backs, avoid my gaze.
Too dark, too sharp, I push too far,
They shake their heads, say "you are bizarre."
My thoughts don’t drift, they strike like waves,
Unravel deep, then fold in caves.
Too many edges, too much strain,
Too loud to bend, too raw to tame.
They call me bold, they call me cold.
Too many truths, too uncontrolled.
My words cut deep, they stain the skin,
A mark too raw to sink within.
They come too fast, they carve too steep,
They leave them breathless—call me a creep.
So now I carve the lines instead,
Ink for the thoughts that go unsaid.
If they won’t hear, then let them read—
The weight I bear, the words I bleed.
January 25 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 23-25
Key Verse – Exodus 23:1 Thou shalt not raise a false report…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY REPORT ASSESSOR
Lord God, You are my report Assessor,
checking my unrighteousness
Thank You for forgiving me from going astray in my stubbornness
I repent from declining to follow You because of worldliness…
Please transform my heart for my peaceful joyousness.
Lord God, You are my report Assessor,
correcting my perversion
Thank You for helping me to be circumspect by Your instruction
I repent from welcoming ungodly thoughts for my soul oppression…
Please turn my fruitlessness into good works’ production.
Lord God, You are my report Assessor, curtailing my labor’s impurity
Thank You for pardoning me of my disobedience and iniquity
I repent from offering sacrifices with dishonesty…
Please take my gratefulness for Your prepared blessings’ bounty.
Lord God, You are my report Assessor,
calling for my attention constantly
Thank You for working in me with Your hand graciously
I repent from rising up late and building an altar haphazardly…
Please train my personality in fulfilling Your plan submissively.
Lord God, You are my report Assessor,
commanding my life toward service-mount
Thank You for bringing me to Your loving fellowship no one can surmount
I repent from staying in the wrong abode lacking sustaining fount…
Please teach my mind to learn doctrines of biblical account.
Lord God, You are my report Assessor,
caring for my testimony’s influence
Thank You for setting me before Your compassion’s iridescence
I repent from neglecting the length, breadth and height of Your presence…
Please tame my hard-headedness by Your mercy’s affluence.
Lord God, You are my report Assessor,
communing with my spirit by Your Word
Thank You for shaping me through Your grace You alone can afford
I repent from putting off my light by putting down Your sword…
Please test my faith to be refined based on Your record.
January 25, 2023
Mr Dennis...grimace..what the Dickens is going on...the menace
Inevitability of a celebrity on every terrace at the tennis..
The profanity and insanity of rampant vanity..
The gist..a D list tryst to bathe in the narcissist mist..
Blame.. tame or maim same lame fame name game shame..
Rich pickings at.. every look at me.. Wimbledon balcony..
Phew..is it too late for me lanky mate Stew..
Can't be ignored...a SW19 ticket you scored..
Hard to beat....pip..a meet and greet with the cheat elite..
Don't scoff...hats do doff...before we skip off on a toff trip to Crete..
A bit cranky..give me a hanky...he's gone a bit swanky.. wa**y...
Great..hanging out...lurking on board with the flawed fraud..
Applaud the encored smirking adored or abhorred hoard
Bored.. tanned trolls..champagne sippers in velvet slippers
Vain planned inane scrolls..no proles lost souls or nippers
Just skanky Yankee dolls & spank me molls maraud..day trippers
My Lord..thought your were berserking..working class..
Not the farce of up its own a**e..shirking VIP pass..
P.S just for you Stew..an ickle fickle tickle josh.. off my trolley volley..rhyming sickle...about you at some jolly posh tosh.. in a golly gosh wally folly pickle..
But still.. luv you bruv..you are the Guv..
Society seems hellbent to chuck,
the moral codes that hold it fast
so why are we so thunderstruck,
when cruel crimes the tube broadcast?
Once Adam sinned, man’s heart turned bad.
Cain killed Abel for being good.
Sin displeased God and made him sad,
and ruined Eden’s neighborhood.
New Agers teach that man is good
the god in him he can evoke.
If he would try, he surely could
transform himself, cast off sin’s yoke.
God declares that man at his core
a sinner is, and wicked too
the depraved deeds that from him pour
confirm that what God says is true.
The shrinks tell us there is no sin
they blame the space that man lives in.
Move him to a more favored place
and good deeds will the bad erase.
Improve the ways we educate
our children’s minds, and over time
they will improve, their wild ways shed,
and up the social ladder climb.
Man’s heart is so full of deceit
he knows not of its true extent.
Reprobate, with evil replete,
to wickedness and wildness bent.
New laws cannot man’s nature tame
laws make men blush, then find new ways
to break the rules, dispense with shame.
Men hate what’s right, the wrong they praise.
All human schemes to reform men
are doomed to fail if we refuse
to heed God’s Word but follow Zen
and hold on to our foolish views.
God has a plan to rescue man
from Satan’s grip, to set him free.
He told us from the very start
sin is a problem of the heart.
So, heed God’s word and to him turn
His righteous will, no longer spurn.
Ask Him to free you from sin’s strife
and give to you eternal life.
As the morning breeze springing sprightful fragrance
Stolen cleverly when he kissed the soft colourful petals
I woke up into a new fresh delightful daylight
To taste once more my honeyed life and my blossoming day.
From my flat laying lazily at level six
I was contented to watch the sunrise
He rose with all his fervor and might
And I wished him a happy day out.
The sighing wind called me to look down the streets
Where I saw people in masks treading hastily
Like ants rushing here and there in hurry
Never they wish nor smile to any other faces.
Stand alone in bunches they waited for their turn
In buses or cars which ever halted to pick
Like strange samurai soldiers flying to a war zone
Never they wish nor smile to any other faces.
Fearful glances and rushing little steps
Even the whisking dresses frightfully heard as sneezes
My heart cried and burned seeing those pity stances
Oh, dear little creatures, stop your playful bounces.
The mighty human race moving towards a comess
When like weird aliens, Covid trying to invade
But tomorrow we will rise from our burning ashes
To tame you and make you a story for our coming cradles.
Third Place in N-A re-run 7 Poetry Contest sponsored by John Hamilton
Blossoms/Grows out in the wilderness ,in
the dark ,towards the light,
its beauty knows no limits and the frangrance enchanting.
Deep rooted ,strong yet so light and envigorting
and its hue changes as a ray of sun,
from dawn to dusk.
Holds all the colours and yet is colourless.
Is guarded/surrounded by giant serpents,
spewing venom when angered.
Tried their luck to tame and control serpents,
few succeeded and rest fell in their trap.
Word spread across as most unattainable,
many battles and wars,some got scars
some pain and others succumbed to it.
Wild flower, gives the strength to move a mountain,
depth of an ocean.
like from a lump of clay,it moulds to
a shape which one wishes to be.
The nectar of this wild flower is sweet,sour
and bitter,just how one tastes it.
when it fully blossoms,the fragrance is everywhere,
soothing the senses.
Makes one immortal,liberating the soul,
showing the wings to fly and soar high.
Away in a circus
I’d lions to tame.
Controlling the wild beasts
Was my claim to fame.
Lions were escaping,
‘Twasn't me they'd eat.
Quickly, they ran past me
Hunting for fresh meat.
Acrobats were swinging.
So were one guy’s nuts.
Lions gobbled him up
He was such a dumb klutz.
The Big Top had fallen
People screamed out loud!
I nearly got trampled
By the frightened crowd.
I saw the clowns crying.
Paint dripped down each face.
I cracked my whip and said,
"You’re such a disgrace!"
Away from the circus
I found more pleasure.
Married a millionaire.
A lady of leisure.
the image was distorted
because the canvas was contorted
and so to set things right
we entered staid silence, becoming the light
now with the vast void, having become our home
from a centreless fulcrum, resounded gong of Om
the that cosmic vibration, all pervading
an ocean of life, in which all souls are wading
subtler, gentler over time the sound became
ego vaporised, leaving no desires to tame
rapturous bliss cascaded in mind-body urn
wherein our soul presence chose to willingly burn
surfing the bardo, on choosing to let go
we imbibed direct wisdom, very few on earth know
and as music of the spheres plays by itself
flame of Christ consciousness glows as light of Self
In the shadowed wires where secrets hide,
Silent thieves in code abide.
A click, a breach, a stolen key,
Invisible chains that none can see.
Digits dance in darkened halls,
Firewalls crack, the system falls.
Identity lost in a web of lies,
Echoes of trust in silent goodbyes.
Beware the hackers, sly and keen,
Masters of the cyber scene.
Guard your data, shield your name,
In this digital world, nothing’s tame.
For every byte and every trace,
Leaves behind a shadowed face.
In the fight to keep secure and right,
We stand as guardians of the night.
In networks vast where signals flow,
Lurks the dark where dangers grow.
Phishing hooks and malware's snare,
Threats unseen are everywhere.
Yet united, wise and strong,
We fight to right what’s gone wrong.
Cyber justice lights the way,
To keep our world safe every day.