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Here I am in MY domain surrounded by obnoxious creatures;
A motley range of beings with odd and varied features!
All I want is some food, a place to snooze and a little peace,
But all I get is harassment - it never seems to cease!
I abhor that scrawny parrot and his stream of dirty words,
And the constant din of that clutch of noisy, twittering birds!
If I so much as meow or purr, I'm banished from the room
By a screeching two-legged omnivore chasing me with a broom!
That mongrel cur even gets to sleep with them in the bed,
And all in all it seems that he is better fed.
He gets away with breaking things with his swishing tail,
But if I so much as nip her plants, boy, at me she'll rail!
I'm forever getting yelled at for one thing or another:
"Get away from the baby's crib else the little dear you'll smother!"
"Quit pestering the dog!" "Get your paws outta the fishes' bowl!"
"Stop teasing the gerbils - cat, you really try my soul!"
I'm tempted to saunter to the barn and shmooze with the cattle,
And forego all this nonsense and no longer fight the battle.
But no, I take pleasure in sticking around to hear them sneeze!
Seems I create some kind of allergy wafting on the breeze!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© 2014 All Rights Reserved)
Just trying to get past yesterday before dismay leads me astray ,
Im struggling to get away from all these twisted games you play,
Its manipulation by interrogation it’s your medication for my segregation,
The explanation of your dedication is a demonstration of your reputation,
It’s mental torture,
Pure abuse that slowly tightens like a noose,
Its a pain that hides beneath the nights of tortured lies and vicious fights,
You have the power to articulate which allows you to intimidate,
But you manipulate to illustrate that I’m the one that’s ill of fate.
It’s survival in a hated state,
Using me as tempted bait,
You have to know it’s time to go,
Before it ends up being too late.
When you're tempted to commit a sin, remember God's son.
When you're tempted, ask yourself what Jesus would've done.
Jesus Christ has never sinned, he was a perfect human being.
That's something that people shouldn't have difficulty seeing.
If you're tempted to steal, remember Jesus and you'll know that it's wrong.
If you put your faith in Jesus and his father, they will make you strong.
If you're tempted to commit rape, remember Jesus and you'll know that it's an abomination.
Jesus has always lived righteously and he's against all violence, that is no exaggeration.
Remember Jesus if you're tempted to raise your fists to another man.
Jesus will help you to live a righteous life like he does, yes he sure can.
In a session of shower
I send two lines in whatsapp
And wait for some flowers
To bring me a bird seated on a second
If not on hours
Why no bee yet
Is the other window now
Tired of alphabet
Or after another bait?
I feel uneasy
Are my words far from sea
Lacking the flavour of a glee
Whatever it may be
I miss the dense tree
Of blueberry
In the swing of fancy
Far away
From all property
Of land building or sea
At sunup, I
Wait for the cup
The crimson link-up
Tactile memories of touch
In today's embroidered crutch
But no cup yet
Seconds and minutes militate
I wait
For the playmate
To palliate
And sedate
Late autumn here in Bengal
Unlike in the West
Is still a boy and girl of nineteen
Walking hand in hand
Brand 'Hemanta’
The name for the season
As wind blows up sands
As riverbanks chat with woodland
Pink yellow and green
Leaves and flowers umpteen
Can be seen
Writing lyrics
Pink drumsticks
Winter is yet to set foot
Frost yet to collect at the root
To erase monotony
I come to hug the shadow of mahogany
From nowhere
Clouds gather in the small golden plates near the trunk
The chipmunks run away
Light and shade in your plait
I have to wait
I look up to the sky
Where clouds fly
Storm unfurls
Their headful of grey curls
Laugh and say
Why do you shake your leg so much in dismay
Haven't you seen the evening
Waiting for hours in its swing
To hug the jasmine blooming
Starlight guiding them
Just look how the sunshine
Kisses the clouds
A twilight flower drops into
A white sea
Expanse for trance
No need for your eyelashes to dance
Instead of getting tempted
By the red and yellow petals
Of being impulsive
Wait and enjoy
The cloud and sun hug
November 16, 2017
RABBIT MY FAVORITE
Years back I had shifted to new address
where half the premise is occupied by wide non mowed lawn
full of feral wild grass in large mass.
Since then I was blessed with a favorable happenstance
of volunteer intrusion of a pair of rabbits.
They welcomed my first entrance to my new abode.
All day long they run, roam, wander
mainly on mossy glossy grassy lawn
showing free frolic behavior from early dawn to dusk
alluring, enchanting and entertaining me.
I am tempted not to watch leisurely
but to pay attention on their curious looks in inquisitive mood
never dawdling but prompt rapid movement on sudden swift turns.
Funny pose to hold an object by front legs using as hands
Cautious bite exhibiting cute chewing habit of a rabbit.
Though not my pets, yet my mates as regular visitors.
Not aware of their dens but to accept
as my lovable nearest neighbor.
By appearance rabbits claim some charm and elegance.
Bright vibrant in zest and zeal, Rabbit is my favorite.
In the realm of night within my mind, where moonlight drips like wax,
I lose myself among old memories, shrouded in mist,
dancing at the edge of an abyss, do not come too close to me,
for my heart is a labyrinth full of thorns and unfulfilled dreams,
see me beyond the illusory happiness, forget my face that promises solace.
The winds of melancholy blow through the cracks of my soul,
and every breath is a murmur of silent pain,
like autumn leaves that decay under the footsteps of time,
do not bend to gather my scattered pieces,
let me remain among the waves, where words are unspoken,
in the weave of hidden metaphors, in the lacework of the night.
Do one thing, please, do not look for the light in me that you lose at dawn,
do not find in my wounds the healing you do not need,
my love is a storm overturning the oldest memories,
see my heart as an illusory oasis in the desert of eternal interior.
Do one thing, please, let your dreams fly independently of me,
let your wings carry your desires to your own skies,
mine are broken, crushed by the weight of the past,
do not be tempted by the charm of my ephemeral burnings,
for I am the falling star that extinguishes in the abyss.
Do one thing, please, find your dance in the morning light,
do not intersect with my shadows of despair,
for self-love is the lighthouse that must guide you,
love yourself, do not fall for my shadow.
So, in the darkness that separates us,
look towards the lost light of your soul,
let my silence remain unspoken in your dream,
and seek the hope that brings you closer to yourself—
for I am but an echo lost in the mystery
of a love that must not be found,
a song that loses itself in the flow of silent consciousness,
a realm of longing scattered in the wind of time.
Enough of golden daffodils, romance and paths not taken
Let's lend poetic airing to a subject quite forsaken.
An opportunity's emerged to give a little plug
To that much lambasted creature called the common garden slug.
Though snails have stirred the poets' muse on many an occasion,
The slug has been subjected to a poesy evasion.
No poet worth his salt would waste much time on this intruder;
A slimy, homeless gastropod and shameless gunge exuder,
Repellent garden wrecker with a squirming gloopy tail
Which lathers lubrication in a sticky winding trail.
But just to be contrary have you ever stopped to think
How an absence of these creatures would create a mighty stink?
They go about their business eating signs of plant decay
And help the ecosystem in a beneficial way.
The hedgehogs, frogs and badgers, salamanders birds and shrews
Would view their disappearance as quite catastrophic news.
So next time you are tempted to dismiss them as a pest
Take pity on the homeless and give naked slugs a rest!
20.05.20
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Sponsored by John Lawless
Have you ever felt hopeless?
Thinking there's no one to care.
Is there someone in your past?
At whose memory you stare.
Don't take the hide off yourself
Or think perhaps your not decent.
For mistakes you have made
Even if they've been most recent.
For we spend our entire lives
Wrestling with thorns in our flesh.
For the good seed and bad
Are two that never will mesh.
And you can love other people
Though one day they've hurt you.
Like we hurt God each day
In things we've said or failed to do.
We all face temptations daily
Of one stripe or another.
God was tempted but sinned not
Nor tempts he any other.
Though we try hard as we may
To live a committed life above sin;
While in this earthly body
We're inclined to mess up again.
Written for a special friend, Shirlene
Temptation isn’t Sin
Written: by Miracle man
October 19, 2020
We don’t have to sin each time we’re tempted,
* because God makes for us an avenue of escape.
A Christian doesn’t go through life untempted,
but with each temptation our character we reshape.
Like leeches on skin Satan adheres to your soul,
not always leaving telltale scars in sight.
It’s always little things until he’s gained control,
but on judgment day all will come to light.
* 1 Corinthians 10:13
There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.
We blame a lot of things on God, even more on the devil
easier than accepting our own faults and ways.
Why do we eat when we are not hungry
those orange crunchy cheese snacks that good?
stomach hurts but just one more till the bag
is empty and you carefully pour out the
Cheetos dust into your cupped hand
pouring every morsel into your wide open mouth
licking your fingers with regret
that the snack is gone not that your belly
is swollen as if you swallowed a basketball whole
and you are never leaving the couch while
the remote is just out of reach of your fingertips
so you just lay there, thinking it is the way God made me
That devil tempted me to eat the entire king size family
party time big bag all by myself and only regret you didn't
get it in the super size extra large triple bag portion.
We blame a lot of things on God, even more on the devil.