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The north of England,
Is without a doubt,
A massive community,
That is paramount.
It’s a place where people,
Express their talent,
A place where people,
Should go if they haven’t.
A magical place,
Of women and men,
With the angel of the north,
Instead of the Big Ben.
We have some memories,
Unique to the world,
The Blackpool tower,
Where the dancers all twirled.
Oasis, stone roses,
Arctic monkeys, twisted wheel,
The north has a taste,
With a very strong appeal.
Black pudding,
Blackpool rock,
I tell you now,
We have the lot.
We have musicians,
Painters with talent,
We have good chefs,
There’s nothing that’s absent.
The north of England,
An extraordinary place,
If you come to visit,
There will be a smile on your face.
From Newcastle to Manchester,
Liverpool to Leeds,
There’s a city or town,
To fill all of your needs.
As Manchester say,
That we stand together,
All the north are the same,
For now and forever.
Turning
Across this land
Across this fractured waste
With each cycle of the earth,
The Joker in repose
The Tower in flame
The Enchantress a blaze
Death does not make the change
Fortune is crucified on his Thorny Spine
It grinds on and on never stopping never slowing.
The Queen of all men’s hearts
Laughs hysterically at the passing of time
The loss of mankind’s design
The Joker on the run
The Tower drifting in ruins
The Emperor in rule
The Hangman dying
The Lovers in oblivion
The Four Horseman all a knowing
Oblivians Wheel turning
Burning forever turning across
These are the backs of the damned
Skulls scream across this black, blackened Sand
Where death did run, grand
The Cabals of mice n men, a flame
Worshipers of the Gun, demand
Onto the Tower ablaze
A fortune is bled of fates
Nothing is ever claimed
The petty plans of a master of shame
All blowing in the changing winds
All lost in these Ebony Sand for years
Just a ripple in the abyssal pond, deep
Digging for the dark gold
At the end of the storm
Ending in voids dead socket
Or cards of destiny in the spokes
Of a child gods grand cycle
Shards of infinities expire
Nothing is what it is
A continuum
An infant gods training wheels
Turn
Deep in the murky green bottle
A corrupted Chronometer n string, twine, wire
Turning across this land
Across this fractured waste
With each cycle of the earth,
The Joker arose
The Tower tumbling down
The Enchantress slane
Death does make the change
Fortune is crucified on its greed
It grinds on and on never stopping, slowing.
The Queen of all humanities hearts
Laughs hysterically at the passing of the Cosmos
The loss of mankind’s innocence
The Joker on the run
The Tower drifting in ruins
The Emperor in rule
The Langman lying
The Lovers in paradise
Around around
Where to stop no one knows
Nowhere to go
No one knows
There is nothing to end
No one can see
The Emptiness
The Deceit
Or Feel
The distant turning of
Oblivion's Wheel
Budding rose with fragrance of spring flowing through the crowded streetleaving a fresh flower scent behind and courage to continue this journey of mine, the fragrance of love surround the street and tears began to flow from dry eyes it was more than twenty years since they lost their lives; the pillars are standing tall and the stones have sunken in the ground, I could hear the musical jazz bellowing from across the
street and suitors returning from their bases with bouquet of flowers dressed in uniforms with stylish haircuts and smiles all over their faces and their Italian women walking around with humble hearts of love
dressed in long skirts and thin blouse with white laces and frills running across their chest disguising their succulent breast and fragrance of love washing their feet with oil extracted from the deep, the music is playing and voice are speaking loud competing with the musical sound, they all had wine glasses in their hand sipping and shaking hands to the people in the crowded place. A celebration of love pours out from above and the suitors and their women dance in the moment like doves.
twenty-three years since the past and left her sitting in the dark; but she got one more chance to bring the moment back to life, the twin tower was standing and the shadows suddenly disappeared and everything was silent.
Come strike the tower bells,
Kneel and bow your head.
Pray for our salvation,
Alas, the King is dead.
No more to rule this castle,
And grace these hallowed halls.
The dawn of evil rises,
His Kingdom sadly falls.
A dark malicious Prince,
Releases fear and pain.
The new King on the throne,
With a thousand years to reign.
His subjects bow in silence,
Now left without a choice.
New slaves to his command,
Stripped of will and voice.
The years drift slowly by,
The suffering still remains.
The souls of our descendants,
Are cast with crimson stains.
Black death is all around them,
As blood drips from the quill.
His legend long forgotten,
And yet, they mourn him still.
God’s presence in my life daily is my soul's utmost desire
Such assures me of His love that’s always on fire
Caring and comforting me as His compassions require
Every time I wake up, till even when at night, I retire.
Peace I pray to reign over my soul in God’s presence surely
As His forgiven child by faith in Christ truly
His calmness conquers my fearful heart sweetly
Every time harsh crises surround me tremendously.
In God’s presence is where my soul finds freedom indeed
Fellowshipping with Him, unmindful of time to exceed
While I trust Him earnestly to meet my need
Every time I seek Him so my spirit He can feed.
Joy wraps my soul in God’s presence toward eternity
Dispelling my thoughts of anguish and anxiety
His bliss envelops me with His warm security
Every time He fills me with His gladness’ certainty.
Divine guidance in God’s presence keeps my soul settled
He leads me to His authority where I’m safely handled
His wisdom directs me against being deceived and rattled
Every time I entrust my weary mind that’s embattled.
Holy pursuits hedge my soul around God’s presence*
Away from Him, my goals will have no value or sense
I need His standards to push me toward noble persistence
Every time worldliness pulls me down by its alluring insistence.
Victory awaits my soul in God’s presence thru His power
That prods me forward in my service as His called sower
To bear fruits yielded by my sacrifices blooming as a flower
Every time He rains blessings to me from His heavenly tower.
*1Chronicles 16:27 Glory and honour are in his (GOD's) presence; strength and gladness are in his place.
December 16, 2018
Edited on December 16, 2O22
1st place, "Our souls wish list" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 12/27/2022.
He is my inspiration.
Creator of Life, you are,
We extol your creative wonders.
We stand in awe at your wisdom,
We're compelled to pause and ponder.
Almighty God, you are,
Astonishing displays of your great power.
Your name for us is our shelter,
Our stronghold and our tower.
Sovereign Lord, you are,
Exercising dominion o'er all your creation.
We surrender to your ascendancy,
In unreserved dedication.
Ancient of Days, you are,
As revealed in your own word.
No one surpasses you in excellence,
Your blessings now conferred.
King of Righteousness, you are,
Your statutes and principles you give.
Wholeheartedly we shall obey your laws,
As long as we shall live.
King of Eternity, you are,
From indefinite past, to forever,
We disown ourselves in servitude,
Our resolute endeavor.
Majestic One, you are,
Incomparable in glory and holiness.
Your resplendent magnificence,
Only you possess.
Alpha and Omega, you are,
The beginning and the end.
Because of your great love, we choose,
To be your lifelong friends.
Praised be your holy name!
J ust and righteous is he.
E verlasting, to time indefinite.
H oly to the superlative degree.
O mniscient, all knowing, all wise.
V enerable, worthy of Worship.
A lmighty in power.
H ighly exalted.
John Derek Hamilton
March 22,2021
Original post 2015
What if we lost, the Great Pyramid of Giza?
What if it collapsed, the Roman Coliseum?
What if the Great Wall of China, was suddenly gone?
The Hagia Sophia...was nothing but a song.
What if Stone Henge, had never been found?
The Machu Picchu...laid deep underground.
What if the Taj Mahal, had only been a dream?
The Great Empire State Building...fell apart at the seams.
What if the Golden Gate Bridge, was not there to cross?
The Victoria Falls...dried up with no cause.
What if no eyes, were ever laid on the Great Barrier Reef?
The CN Tower...fell flat at our feet.
Try to imagine the Chichen Itza, with no morning sun.
That the old city of Jerusalem...had never been done.
What if the Aurora Borealis, had never been there?
The Grand Canyon walls...were all flat and bare.
For all of these wonders, how sad would it be.
If none of them were here, for the whole world to see.
With a heartfelt sigh and one teary sniff.
I sit and I wonder...what if.
I wrote a letter
With teardrops from my heart
I walk the streets of Antoinette
My mind dances with Baudelaire
Love flutters as the pigeon’s wings on statues
I see them, so close and feel the emptiness
Like the cold stone upon which their wings rest
My wine glass is empty
Then full
Then empty
My veins are red like bloodshot eyes
I am tired
Confessions made
I cried
As I walk across the bridge of god
Over the seine
Notre dame stares back, am I insane?
Have I been alone all this time?
Perdu, in time, perdu inside my wine
Hidden words and lost letters
You shall never see
Tossed thoughts in salad dressings
Away away as the river decides to run
I look back inside black and white photos
How did I become this way
How did I become the stray?
Fallen spirit, burning heart
Completely and utterly torn apart
I stare at the Eiffel tower
A mighty spear, that pierces me
Into the million lovers of gay Paris
Angels weep, pain flows
The blood of time, the blood that becomes the wine
The pain, inside of me
For all the lost letters
Mother and father never did see
Azura de'palls the grid,
surveyor on placebo crystal pillar lampstand,
mid eyeing treeline,
at curmudgeon sky.
Angels filter embrionic ether sift of gland,
at will beyond reason why as song impends.
Joy expands to fill empty vessel,
like a potters clay, wheel spin off of love.
To make it rise in sentience and have
witness of the day, cogs to move
like Fury's and Valkyries blessing the Sun.
Something of its own, has self bestowed,
but not on it's own but with witnessed promise Elysian Ode.
It is granted from the fertile soil turned by the long suffering toil, cascading from eyes to ears,
in water,-shed fountain beyond the years.
An urging of his mistress, poetess.
She is his elixir of siren
and beauty in his Chyrened espouse.
Gowned at the orphanage of foundry.
Engaged at the gaze of our Father in vowed.
Love, she is his muse, fountain of holiness,
his empress to empower.
She makes ready for the wedding the courtship
and bridal shower.
She is his bride,
and He shall not forsake her for another,
Protectinme.
You are radiant.
You will be given away by the Holy Spirit.
But kept, instill as inSister,
Mothered within His power through Mary,
who is God's Mother.
Love is in the Temple, Tower.
July 24 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Ecclesiastes 1-4
Key Verse – Ecclesiastes 2:26 For God giveth to a man that is good in his sight wisdom, and knowledge, and joy: but to the sinner he giveth travail, to gather and to heap up, that he may give to him that is good before God…
FAITH IN GOD WHO GIVES US WHAT IS GOOD
God gives us what is good by His truth-verities
Away from vanity of vanities
Midst travails causing vexation-uncertainties
So as to strengthen our faith by His Word’s sureties.
God gives us what is good by His profitable pleasure
Away from madness of worldly leisure
Midst possessions bringing stressful pressure
So as to increase our faith by His Scriptures’ eternal treasure.
God gives us what is good by His wisdom-excellence
Away from foolishness of confusion’s silence
Midst self-sufficiency along wealth’s opulence
So as to drive our faith by His principles’ prevalence.
God gives us what is good by His divine purposes
Away from disobedience that invite curses
Midst personal ambitions of humanistic exercises
So as to empower our faith toward virtuous practices.
God gives us what is good by His gifts’ worthiness
Away from iniquities of tempting greediness
Midst misery of heart attacked by covetousness
So as to help our faith upon prayer striving for holiness.
God gives us what is good by His enabling power
Away from haughtiness of arrogant sower
Midst boastfulness along worldliness-tower
So as to train our faith for submission of surrender’s flower.
God gives us what is good by His gracious heart
Away from problems that challenge us from the start
Midst trials oppressing with their difficulties’ dart
So as to let our faith triumph in serving Him with our best part.
July 24, 2025