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It's been a good year and now Autumn has passed
and Paul, a servant leader of Christ had given his last
winter is on the horizon and Paul's season was about to end
so he wrote a letter to Timothy and mentioned all of his friends
Paul had come to realize that time waits for no one
he understood that his time on earth was about to be done
come before winter he wrote to his fellow Christians
come before winter so I may see you all again
he had fought the good fight, he had finished the course and stayed true to his faith
he had came through all his trials and tribulations with God's saving grace
it was his final season and in the spirit he had lived
he testified about the goodness of God and the cause to which he did give
when you walk in the spirit, when you're in step with Christ
you'll be more aware of the seasons and the purpose of your life
Paul was most perceptive of his imminent departure from this world
so he penned a letter to his dear fiends from the confines of his prison cell
to Timothy, to Luke and to Mark he wrote these words
to tell them about spiritual warfare and the lessons he had learned
he cautioned them to stay diligent on the Christian battlefield
and to come before winter as his time was about to yield
It was a few good friends that he most wanted to see
fellow brothers and sisters in Christ true disciples of Christianity
it was a few good friends whom had always given him support
and always had his back in whatever spiritual battle he had fought
he also named some people who at one time had did him a wrong
and said that God would repay them for their actions before long
come before winter, come before it's too late
to fight the good fight and possess a true faith
come before winter and please don't hesitate
just stay the course by making it great in 20008
Stress, strain, grief, anxiety, dejection, and depression
Like tempests, they wrecked the hearts of common humanity
Though it seemed to be from the sea, it's not a transgression.
Each calamity creates squalls that wreck tranquility.
Didn't the disciples put their total trust in Jesus?
Could they not walk with him as children, trusting the father?
Amidst his miraculous acts, why did they feel grievous?
Though they were bodily with him, did their minds flee farther?
Can't God, amidst trials and tribulations, bring about peace?
Isn't the divine power of God active here on earth?
Jesus was sleeping. He was, like a relaxed Zen, at ease.
Couldn't Jesus, despite destruction, bring about rebirth?
Trust! Jesus said, Men of little faith, why are you afraid?
Calm! He said to the storm:. Like a docile steward, it obeyed.
In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.
In a drowsy hypnagogic state, I see thee far away,
A dazzling, delightful, divine ethereal spirit
Drifting in the vastness of amaranthine space
Beckoning toward patches of divergent hues.
I discover sublime elation at the scene,
Impossible to restrain and slowly I open my manuscript
Write all that I can see, visions impossible to discern.
Why could I never capture the aesthetic beauty before me?
My yearning overtakes my aspirations to capture
The quintessence of such elusive diaphanous beauty
Till I wake, look around, feel sweat of ephemeral queasiness,
Read my endeavours in a language I could not discern.
An Overview
When Villonia Beebe was a baby of three
She got it in her head to trim the Christmas tree.
She lit all the pretty candles,
Tossed the matchstick away,
Sister, brother, dad, and mother
Never saw Christmas Day.
Nine years went by, she bloomed, and when Villonia was twelve,
She got a yen for French and Greek and so decided to delve.
When her language teachers asked her
What she wanted to do,
Villonia taught those profs some things
The French and Greeks never knew.
She played the field with lots of guys but at age thirty-two
She thought to get herself a steady man was what she should do.
She tried out Toms, and Dicks, and Harrys,
And then settled, in due course,
For a handsome hunk named Homer
Whose nickname was "Horse".
They lived as wife and husband then for sixty-four years,
A life of trials and tribulations, lots of laughter, lots of tears.
Homer made and sold corn "likker"
From a still up in the hills,
And Vee would sometimes turn a trick or two
To help pay the bills.
The lovebirds made their minds up when they turned ninety-five
That they would live to be the oldest couple alive,
But time and sex and "likker"
Tend to play funny tricks,
Hunky Homer kicked the bucket
At a neat ninety-six.
Villonia is alone again like when she was three.
She's outlived most of her friends and family.
As she sits, and sips, and waits her turn,
One reflection seems to calm her,
When she's found she'll be so full of 'shine,
They won't bother to embalm her.
VOTER AWARENESS AND POLITICAL WINDS
I
As the American
Political world turns,
Its winds of change
Are blowing with
An enormous increase
In voter pressure:-
To determine the direction
In which these winds blow,
Ironically, the political
Pressure gradient force
Of the political parties,
Seems to be focused
On money, rather than
Political ideology:-
Thus, let us voters
Be ever mindful that
It is our vote, that is the sun
That determines the directions
Of the political wind forces
Seeking to navigate the nation:-
II
Though we’re poor,
Our votes are priceless;
More valuable than is Gold,
And indeed, much more powerful:-
Yet, political parties still focus more
On begging the poor for money,
Rather than how they will help us
Survive trials and tribulations:-
III
In awareness of the power of the vote,
And the audacious capitalistic mendacity
0f politically begging money from those
Trying to survive their cost of living, must
Now be met with this guided awareness:
Let them now seek to earn our votes:-
Whisper unto the Whispering Woods!
Cry it aloud!
Whispering Woods, for it doth seem that nature
Herself doth whisper unto me!
Beseeching reverence and respect
Whilst planting sundry creative
Fancies within my mind.
One needs to wander farther
Than the woods
To conjure
Endless realms of fantasy.
Knowing well that Druids
Do find their cathedrals
Amidst the forest.
Hark! The world awakened!
A forest of inward magic!
These poems be symbolic,
Playful, and brimming with fantasy!
In so grave a world,
Beset with manifold trials and tribulations,
I do wish to wander
The imaginative realm
To discover whither it may lead me.
Readers (listeners) are encouraged
To interpret these poems
According to their own understanding,
Finding therein many meanings,
For the verses may bear
Messages diverse.
Messages changing according to the life
And experiences of each reader.
In the bloom of my youth,
I was often enticed
Toward the muse.
By mine elders
Who didst dote upon me
With most tender affection
And bade me take up
The charcoal and quill.
They took passing great delight
In the parley of my humble
Sketches, and with open purses
Didst find the means
To set me within the halls
Of the academy of arts.
By their grace,
I am now firmly resolved
That art, in its every
Wondrous guise,
Doth hold a most noble
And rightful station
Beneath the Stars,
In the Cosmos.
On blessed Bardic journeys!
Reminiscing into the past..
Wanting to erase fragments of errors ..
That have been cast upon me..
Trials and tribulations..
Repeated errors..
Why..
What if..
I had chosen a different route..
A roadmap that had taken me to an error free journey..
A destination in which I didn't hurt..
A destination in which I didn't hurt others..
Remorseful moments ..
Sadness and shame..
Increments of guilt..
As fear surrounds..
I am engolfed in its fury..
As the wrath of fear had taken its course..
I continue to have more remorse..
Haunted by my own regrets..
I yearn the wrath of fear away..
Goodbye to a past filled with regrets..
To learn from experience..
Acknowledge all..
Let it go..
Close the old door..
Because you see
It is behind you..
Look ahead..
Open the new door..
Enter into new..
The new doorway will lead you to growth..
A harmony of achievments..
After all..
You had created your own roadmap..
Without trials and tribulations..
Without errors..
Growth would cease to exit..
In the profound recesses of my being, a singular truth resonates: she is an extension of my very essence, an integral part of my soul. To disparage her is to vilify me, to harbor malice towards her is to cultivate animosity towards myself. If you detest her, you detest me; if you find fault with her, you criticize me. For in the mystical union that binds us, she is me and I'm her, two entities merged into a singular, harmonious whole.
We are one body, one soul, symbiotically linked in a dance of love and devotion. To judge her is to judge me, to wound her is to wound me. Her emotions are my emotions, her sorrow my sorrow, her pain my anguish. When she is beset by turmoil, I am consumed by empathy, my heart beating in tandem with hers.
Do not touch her, for to do so is to touch the very fabric of my being. She is my queen, my angel, my guiding star. Her happiness is the linchpin of my own joy, her door is the threshold to my heart, her dreams the aspirations that fuel my own. I am irrevocably invested in her well-being, my every waking moment dedicated to supporting her, to being her rock, her shelter, her safe haven.
In her lies my solace, my peace, my sense of purpose. To love her is to love myself, to cherish her is to cherish the deepest, most profound part of my own soul. She is me and I'm her, an unbreakable bond that defies the boundaries of time and space, a love that transcends the mundane and enters the realm of the sacred.
Let us navigate the complexities of life together, hand in hand, heart to heart, our love an unshakeable foundation that supports us through life's trials and tribulations. For in her lies my strength, my inspiration, my everything. She is me and I'm her, forever entwined in the eternal dance of love.
There you were
The prince of all those who surrounded you
They knelt at your frown
Shared your tears, trials and tribulations
And leapt for joy at your smile
Each one danced with millions of others
Serving your needs without question
Is there anything they would not do for you?
Anything you would not have ask of them
Although they never truly knew you
They heard many things
As others tried to turn them away
No one turned
Your subjects never faltered
Their love for you became even deeper
Your voice, your music, your dance
Will be remembered now that you are gone
And now that you are gone
You will always be the prince
For all eternity
Form:
The continuous clock of Heaven
moves in silence
as we travel the trials and tribulations of life
Could that we notice when we concern ourselves
with the trivial small things that matter not to God
Each season comes, Each season passes
we grow older each time through its passing
Happiness is fleeting, Sadness is fleeting
Our lives are fleeting
The words were given to understand
to find wisdom in
They are alive in their truth
first, we must open our blind eyes
from our own darkness
Only then, will we comprehend God's meaning
Ecclesiastes 3:1 to 3:8
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