Long Trust Poems

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Mandate

Is it truth, is it fruit, unspoiled?
           Filtered news under play kitchen hard boil?

           Unproofed, (by the look of empty pews);
       But filled with spoofs of slogan-bringers 
   and their faxual cheques and unbalanced ques.

                Tic Tac tow line item wiki tiki savy? Views, 
  for the mass of slaughtered Ewes at the pulpit of 
       Mediacracy Stooged Grammys.

                Is it coordinated, perpetrated, instigated 
         by a disaster an example of to make?
   Seized upon like DeathEaters, coffin display cased, Golden Corall Death-Match buffet of Elites vs Human Race.

            With News worthy Typeface Headliner, AP API, 
        folder and *IA attache case.
           MSNns.attached. 
      Letters to the Editards.
   Typesetters, Jetsetters, Letterheads, say "Obey"!
               Official Mandates, of The Green Religion. 
        scapegoatery, and vision of the "Ascended Masters" 
      masked itinerary. Although our binary Twin is causing  
 it from Space.

       Christian hating, "peace loving, Cartels of "walking. 
       according to lusts"?
     WhOracles Selling hallucinogenic traffic, as trending. 
     justice online in the name of us in fishnets and busty. 
     nuts.
          In spirit of the counter culture of cancel culture of. 
    Lucis Trust.
           Fallen Angels Dusting for keylogging fingerprints, 
          recognition facing us, off against us.
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Form: Rhyme


Portals Of My Mind

"The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind." Kahlil

Grade one, six years old, born to immigrant parents 
not a word of English did I speak, but I found compassion    
in a kind loving teacher who smelled like talcum powder   
and wore baby blue eyeshadow, the color of the sky. 
She never married for the love of her life died at war  
each time she spoke about him her eyes shone like stars *
I will never forget that first day at school
when I began to cry.  Not understanding the language
I walked a dark corridor of oppression and gloom. 
 
She walked over to my desk and leaned into my ear,  
don't worry I speak Italian too in case you get stuck. 
Its as if someone had just let me out of a dark suitcase. 
I inhaled the scent of her talcum and the color of her blues. 
Everything would be fine I knew as I walked through 
the portals of my mind unafraid, I began to trust and learn.  

Miss Cartolano was my first grade teacher. 
She was the one who taught me how to never give up.

Prayer

IGNORANCE GOES OUT WITH THE PRAYER
                            FROM GOD'S BLESSING RECEIVES CARE 
                                UNREST STARTS TO REST TO PAY
                            PEACE OF CALMNESS OPENS ITS WAY

                             MIRACLE HAPPINESS THERE IT LIES 
                               IF FAITH UPON HIM INNER RISES
                     WITH DEVOTIONAL RHYTHM PRAYS WITH HEART
                            SOUL FILLS WITH THE ETERNAL LIGHT

                              SMILING FACE UPS IN THAT PATH
                        NOTHING CAN GIVE EXCEPT THAT TRUST
                       WHERE SCIENCE FAILS BUT ANGELS CAST
                         WITH OUT DOUBT PRAYER IS THE FIRST
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Heart In Your Homeland

MY HEART IN YOUR HOMELAND


Cupid must have been busy he forgot my heart,
And so instead of a man I've fallen in love,
it is in the mountain ranges my eyes dart.
Sweet, the giddy puffy white clouds above
outstretch his arms to share a shady luff
amongst swarming emerald Spruce that skirt
'round the silky slopes-- like some gloves.
Down quiet is the Loch that stretches its girt
of lucidity allowing passerby's to see pert
Salmon and Trout dancing playfully below,
Delighting both my eyes and so my smart,
a fishing rod, I want to slowly low.
This nature's wonder, I behold for free
soon, I surely want to share with my honeybee.

Some bumpy, some smooth are the long winding roads
One day along my ride, I say hello to this Adonis man
Easy as one, two and three our talks-- climb and flowed
Excluded in my plan, wow! Our love story began...
Cascading soft and longer is our attention span
so velvet then is the glowing blow of our said hello.
No longer, I desire Japan but be home in your land
as to the World's theatre we want to show,
our love like barley seed it sprouted and it grow!
Bright yellow bloom it is while us, a fever red
of fruitful trust and hopeful tomorrows. . .
May we never bleed then later be shred, 
instead, like the Spruce wrap 'round the slopes
together we will hold hands to boldly cope and lope.

_____________________________________________________________
©O. E. Guillermo
 10:31 pm, January 19, 2015
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Camouflaged Beauty

Camouflaged Beauty

Before ‘essence comes existence’ existential beauty in the

Eye of the beholder and in the making when fragments disperse

And grimy misunderstanding of what life is about to become is

United in shards of stained glass mosaic cleaned from smudge

Total eclipse of the mind in which philosophy confuses Yang

Yin with effortless unchallenged order un-troublesome trifle



                       In polar complements I trust and with shadow comes light

                       Nothing is ugly as silver lining may well turn to gold at the


Dawn a rainbow bowing in grace and distinguished disguise

Icicles trigger change warm reactive blood flow of heart mind

Soul spirit and essence once existence is lived agentic retold 

Gripped by the thorns the horns that threaten to pierce

Unblocked restrictions lighten the load and point to the journey

Irritating no doubt but sufficient and necessary to turn black

Sludge of melancholic depression into what it holds beyond  

Existential angst to savour and befriend it for what it contains


28th December 2016
Form: Acrostic


Through the Wilderness

Author Dana Redricks
May 30, 2023

In the wilderness of life, I often tread, amidst the unknown and the dread, but I take Your heart Lord in mine. I know that wherever I go, you will never let me go.

Though the journey may be rough and steep, Your presence will always be with me, my soul to keep, and in the face of adversity and strife, Your love and grace are my true life.

For I know that every step I take, You are beside me, with every move I make, and though the path ahead may be unclear, Your hand will guide, and your voice I will hear.

So I will trust in You and Your loving care, and cast my worries and fears on Your shoulder to bear, for I know that with You all things are possible, You are my strength and my rock, my ever-present help.

Premium Member What I Believe

Where can we go when times are tough?
To whom can we give our trust?
Religious people have their God,
and they say faith is a must.

I’m not quite as religious now
as I was in days of yore.
Belief in God I still maintain,
but proof I’m not looking for.

The friends I have and that I count
as the truest friends of mine
are not so many, but to have
true friends is a gift divine.

And always I can count upon
my sisters and my mother.
I thank God for a family
that loves well one another.

To love oneself and trust oneself,
OH, may all souls feel this way,
and know that truth and joy they’ll find
in the "great beyond" one day!
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member The Voyager

The Voyager

From this mundane world I'd sail away
To become a voyager, eager to travel.
My body would follow my heart away,
Seeking riddles I've yet to unravel.

With canvas unfurled, I'd launch my scheme
To navigate waters of an unknown sea.
On a vessel built of my romantic dreams,
I'd start a journey to set my soul free.

I'd not bother to chart a map or course.
It would not matter which direction I go.
Mysterious winds would be the force,
Guiding me where they choose to blow.

Perhaps in the wake of Ulysses the Great,
To find the fantasies invading my mind.
I'd place my trust in the hands of Fate,
For only she knows what treasure I'd find.

I'd stand at the mast for eons of time,
With salt spray etched upon my face.
Ready for each wave my ship would climb,
I'd await the next adventure to chase.

October 2015
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Thru the Storm

Just reach out your hands
when the storm is rageing
and life seems to hard
just know your worth saving

when the thunder roars
and your spirit breaks
just call his name
let him fight this war

when your life is tossed
then the rains began
and the days are dark
know that your not lost

when the winds blows
and your all alone
just trust in him
cause he'll lead you home....

                            

                             4/11/20
 we all have our fears, we have disappointments,
sadness,trails,and tribulations,and we all have our 
storm to go thru..
 While my storm may be different then yours
we all need to remember,the one that walked
on water,the one that reached out his hands
to stay the seas,the one that reached down his
hand when you were sinking to pull you up.
 But most of all remember he went thru the storm,
HIS DEATH then he calmed the storm when he was
raised up again  remember no grave could hold him
no storm could stop him,no fear could conquer him,
and he is telling us he will bring us thru this storm....
now how will you weather the storm?........
Form: Rhyme

Praise

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,
1 Peter 1:3 NIV

Praise be to God through Christ
Which came to defeat death
Resurrected through the Spirit
That we might receive God's promise
To have a way to return to God
Resurrected through the spirit
For we are living in death
Until the living water is flowing
Only this source brings divine growth 
Through His great mercy and grace
To sacrifice His son for an ungrateful people
This is including myself before seeing this deception 
Only to be revealed through the spirit.
These ones killed Him to keep praise for themselves
And all other true evidence of God's work
But this is in His plan for God is the creator
For if the great teachers understood scriptures
They would have not killed the one to fulfill prophecy 
To fulfill scriptures to send His spirit
Unto a pure heart and longing soul


On one occasion, while he was eating with them, he gave them this command: “Do not leave Jerusalem, but wait for the gift my Father promised, which you have heard me speak about. For John baptized with water, but in a few days you will be baptized with the Holy Spirit.”
Acts 1:4?-?5 NIV


I will give them a heart to know me, that I am the Lord. They will be my people, and I will be their God, for they will return to me with all their heart.
Jeremiah 24:7 NIV




For if the dead are not raised, then Christ has not been raised either.And if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile; you are still in your sins.
1 Corinthians 15:16-17 NIV

We have available through Christ
To receive the inheritance

and giving joyful thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of his holy people in the kingdom of light.
Colossians 1:12 NIV
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Romans 15:13 NIV

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