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Take no shock as we quiver in such trembling
As blood hunting critters, applaud our woeful quivering
By fiendish fireworks and guns souls bleed
All for a dotty tenet; an eerie greed
To gratify such unwholesome belief
Hence, stir souls dispatch; re-occurring grief.
When honey becomes unsavory and peace sees her demise
When bereft of hope, that no sermon sufficed
In berated fierce, we charged our chief lord
upon their terror obliterating our hopes,with its ravaging flood.
Bewildering! Their schemes, somewhat startling
From northerly point, our walls are falling
With tears and death breaking brittle bones
Upon the spear of torture, we depart our homes
By their nefarious ambition, our faith abates
As rainbow wanes, abattoirs grew in rates
Nowhere on earth is safe, not even this cave
Their onslaughts drenched our being, so to early tomb our dreams we gave.
They invade our land in hellish rage
With countless ruins, blood curdling carnage
So upon the rumbling rise of these evil hermits
The inferno of gruesome war we shall inhabit
If our chief security compromises our safety upon death threat
Then all out, we shall fight even with chocked breath
To the chief lord, anticipate the imminent fall of Niger wall
The bridge built by ancient sweat will crush by internal brawl
We shan’t in feeble courage watch our brothers’ burn like grass
Nor shall we crave another dirge upon uncouth arson that claimed a mass.
Tell them and their Godfathers ’’in-quote’’
When we invade their land; to ashes we shall swerve their worth
If their fierce is dreary, then our fierce is fierce
their soulless souls shall our ravenous swords pierce
let them retreat, and relinquish these gory riots
Else we assail their land with our chariots
Then Niger shall know the words of war
These daemons shall we damage, with their pious hearts and furs
But to curb this imminent war, shall he rise
To nail their souls on the path of demise
Then by their own hands shall they shed their blood
Restless! Their wailing spirit shall have no abode
Else we by their blood bind them,
tonight shall be the last for our nations anthem.
Little fella draw me a poem that you witness in the sky
The left pupil an hour before that succumbs to sleepy Frye.
The poem declares not to linger in mourning, "I didn't die!"
My father was a hero in my metaphor, he still roams
yet I ponder, what could be the absolute actual tone?
Must be the same tarry, must be same seminary had a shift
and the seamstress is still decided not to finish any of those undone!
a puddle of rainwater I used to reign upon is still a flash flood aftermath
and you know, you do not make sense sometimes with coping and mood question at all!
He still helps you there and you still feel blessed that even with you in your unwholesome intact
you are happening outside of the body that did cut nails with a nail clipper just yesterday
Life is a voice note on occasions sometimes whence you are a line away, anyway, anyhow!
Do you not know that your bodies are the temple of the
Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from
God? You are not your own; You were brought at a
price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.
1 Corinthians 6:19-20***
These verses were referring to sexual immorality
and not to my diabetes. However, I am using
them to help me with the reasons why it is so
very hard to control diabetes and what are
some real solutions to maintaining my healthy
blood sugar levels.
My Compass Health clinician 111 has suggested
that I write about my sugar diabetes, how to
control it and how to maintain healthy
blood sugar glucose levels.
Do not let unwholesome speech come out of
your mouths, but only that which is helpful
Questions and Answers Q and A # 1
Q: Do I currently regard my body a temple
of the Holy Spirit of God?
A: I am aware that my body is a temple of the
Holy Spirit but do not govern my life style nor
my current unhealthy eating habits accordingly.
Do not let unwholesome talk come out of
your mouths, but only that which is
helpful for building up others according to their
needs, that it may benefit those who
listen. Ephesians 4:29
And do not grief the Holy Spirit
of God, with whom you are sealed for
the day of redemption. Get rid of all,
bitterness, rage, and anger, bawling,
and slander, along with every form of
malice. Be kind and compassionate
to one another, forgiving each other.
Ephesians 4: 30-32
to be continued latter on 4/03/23
Wisdom and understanding do raise their voice
On the stands beside the paths they yell that you make a choice;
At the gates of bazaars both do cry hoarse and loud,
And wonder how orderly the world would be if all fools vowed
To live according to their simple dictates,
And leave all evil and unwholesome tastes.
When shall the simple gain understanding and prudence,
And the unknowing embrace a life of sense?
The Almighty detests deeds devoid of reason,
For His perfect nature is never perverse
But just and fair in His rule over the universe;
He thus like Him wants all men to be
For nothing short of this can His heart please;
Not even valued incense offered my men of hearts remiss!
Choose understanding over quick silver
And understanding over choice gold;
All who these chose in the world of the old
All possessed and lacked not a single thing,
For nothing desirable can be compared with wisdom;
It is the ferocious guard to watch your home,
And your delicious meal in the face of hunger!
Fear the Lord and hate all evil
And it shall not destroy your grain any weevil;
Hate the perversity of crooked and warped speech
And among men of sense carve yourself a niche;
Let counsel and sound speech be yours
For these alone are limitless power
To wield for help in the need's hour;
When troubles and adversities betide,
Wisdom is a sure place for you to hide.
In wisdom are enduring honor and prosperity,
Truest valor and freedom from all forms of temerity;
It's the only scape from all shackles that engulf,
Amnesty from all follies that grind!
They rule with justice and without fear of overthrow
The wise kings and princes who fear the Lord,
Who marked the boundaries of the seas
And demarcations of the dry world!
He who fixed the clouds and the firmaments,
Has with Him all treasured endowments;
Blessed be those that keep His ways
And many shall be their days
That hearken to His wisdom,
Obey His decrees plain and clear,
And His hallowed name fear!
Be not beguiled by the cacophony and the hubbub,
The law of the Lord remains unshaken and superb;
And the fear of the Creator remains the only refuge
In the face of disaster and drowning deluge!
The trees need prunin', the lawn needs mowin', but that can wait,
'Cause those wily rainbow trout are just itchin' to take my bait!
It ain't that I'm indolent, but work and play I cannot relate.
I've heard I have an unwholesome propensity to procrastinate!
For months my spouse has pled with me to build some closet shelves,
Beseechin', "Do you think they're gonna up and build themselves?"
I'll get around to it someday, but today I have a golfin' date.
Strange! She says I have an inborn proclivity to procrastinate!
I've been aimin' to clean the garage to provide much needed space.
The mounds of useless stuff has become a terrible disgrace!
But football season is on TV, so I have very little motivation.
Do you suppose one day they'll find a cure for procrastination?
For weeks the kitchen sink has leaked and needs repair.
The washin' machine is actin' up, due to wear and tear.
Even composin' verse for weeks I've avoided to create.
Ain't no doubt about it, I fear I'm destined to procrastinate!
I have a lengthy list of things that someday I'm a-fixin' to do.
The agenda keeps growin' and the things I've done are few.
Now and then I review the list to re-prioritize and update.
'Tis sad to say, but I have an inclination to procrastinate!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
At our home, in Rio and Rome, let morning come
In tattered twilight twin towers tumbling down
Beech Birch Banyan Neem being brought down
Your moon pales in homeless premonition
Let our madness calm, let morning come
Dark too much cumbersome let morning come
On the bank of Tigris a little boy plans to take up the guns
To no end, for no rose. Let morning come
Our habits, our rabbits, make them less unwholesome
Through the lattices in the wall, let morning come
________________________________________________________
18/9/2016
Note: Neem is a tree in the Mahogany family native to Indian subcontinent.
Father,
May your eyes be open and your ears attending to the prayers made in this place.
Consecrate this home, so that your name will be known here forever. Please make it a house of prayer. A place of grace. A dwelling where your Spirit is pleased to rest upon.
May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ. The love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with all who enter this home that You have provided for us!
Lord, please bless this household of your servants and all that belongs to us. Help us to move about here with humility, gentleness, with patience. Bearing with one another in love.
Make us to abide peacefully within the boundaries of these walls and give us rest on all sides with neither adversary or misfortune.
Help help us who reside here to be kind to each other, tenderhearted, forgiving each other daily.
In our anger, don't let us sin, nor let the sun go down before we have dealt with the cause of it! Make us to confess our sin of anger to one another and to pray for one another, so that this home will daily be a place of healing, not strife. Help us to not use harsh words to each other and let our answers be soft.
By your grace, we will lie down in peace and be blessed when we come and leave and help us not give a foothold to the devil, by unwholesome talk towards each other.
Finally, today Lord we ask Your grace to remind and help in praying this for our children, friends, neighbors and enemies and it is to You Father, through your Son Jesus and by the power of the Holy Spirit and in accordance with your will that we make this request today, with thanks!
Amen
Lost and floundering in an unwholesome fog,
time stood still as if in a freeze-framed mental log;
roiling clouds swirled and hovered beneath the sun,
tangerine streaks sketched on the horizon.
Amazing was this view, and it calmed my fear.
Watching in slow motion, all became so clear;
it was the scribbling of an angel child,
one whose imagination ran wild.
Melting heavenly crayons were streaked and blotched;
they began to take on depth as I stood and watched.
Oh, how they lit up the landscape so!
I love this child, don't want him to go!
Simplicity's wonder all aglow in style,
I think I shall stay here and just watch for a while.
Perhaps there's a lesson here for me,
if I open my eyes to beauty.
Yours is my sacred non-zero soul
core center shared
within
Surrounded by your robust
fertile
masculine energy
Not to exploit
and yet not too shy
Not too retractive
nor extractive,
equipoised
Anticipating
our cooperative re-investing,
powerfully ebbing
and succulently flowing
further enculturating future.
So, I do not cheat without you
in my most polypathic
panentheistic imaged way,
Always knowing we must each
separately
and full-clothed return
to yet another Patriarchal
White Capitalist dominant
LeftBrain academically
monoculturally anthro-supremacist
Straight Day
Our monotheistic Way
on Earth
waiting for full
and edifying thrusts
of and from
multicultural indigenous EarthTribe trust
in octaved sensory
resolving light
and musical resounding sound
Imagining
engaging
co-empathic RightHemisphere senses heard
and felt
in nonzero whole-sum
resplendently glad non-choices
CoEmpowered both/and opportunities
CoInfested
hot and hasty
awaiting win/win economic
and political play.
Doing my wholesome
whole sums
holy nonzero full of life
so not so win/lose unwholesome
empty entropy
unbecoming
Is not here where Eden
promised my wounded child
GreenPeace
restorying panentheistic
omniscient
WholeSum Systemic
yang-yintegral
resilient health pay ways
Way to say
You are the egocenter
within my ecosystemic
copassions gay
Taurus full-octaved
yang yintegral octane
regenerative DNA
poetic display
noetic fray
In a land-linear
and a deep sea-full
of repercussive 1/0
co-binary fruitful
erotic
sacred organic
double-binding fun
In between EarthPowered yintegrity
and HeavenLighting yang sun
Solar systemic enlightened
by indigenously sun-powered EarthTribe
Healthy selfcare flowing fun...
Inside/Outside pun...
Ego/Eco systemic run...
PolyCultural languaged plum...
Yang/Yintegral polymathic
polynomially polypathic
polyvagal neurosystemic
nutrients of super-positive health
Balancing ecological green wealth
living
organic Whole Systemic
language voices
nonviolent win/win
optimizing trans-connecting choices
So, in a way
I could not win cheating on your loss
in our most polypathic
panentheistic win/win privileged way
polyculturally healthy
within this singularly wealthy
gay day.
Points Above and Below the Line
(Enea Canonises Catherine of Siena)
It's not a thing we go for any more,
that hierarchy malarkey, but in fact
the medieval mind set mega store
by stairs and ladders. All things interact,
and therefore can be neatly classified.
(There's endless fun in drawing up these lists!)
The lowest rung is "is", all pride aside:
a rock is "est", because it just exists.
Your jellyfish can breathe and reproduce,
so up we go: it wins a badge named "vivit".
An antelope can feel, get scared, hang loose,
so "sentit" is the title we can give it.
So living, then, is better than existing,
and feeling better still. Take Esther Blodgett.
She's capable of pouting, outing, twisting --
so humans come out tops again, with "cogit".
So all these so's, I hear you say: so what?
Well, what if humans almost reach "divine"?
Suppose there's something Esther Blodgett's got
that takes her over life's Dividing Line?
"Sublunary" means "underneath the moon".
"Diurnal" means "divided, night and day".
(Now, please don't chafe: the point is coming soon.)
Below the line means "subject to decay".
The moon was key for medieval man,
because it marked the mortal azimuth --
Above, eternal, there since time began:
below, corrupt, unwholesome, marked for death.
And now we come to Pius, making saints.
There's Catherine of Siena, looking flirty:
They must have used an awesome box of paints -
The chick had been a corpse since thirteen-thirty.
Above, the Pope, the Cardinals and Kate.
Below, the groundlings watching it go down.
Above, all spirit, high, inviolate:
below, all bulging groin and earthy brown.
If Kate was Sienese, that's nepotism?
Why ain't he canonizing Capistrano?
It's all to do with black and brown and schism.
Dominicans are gold, the others guano.
Franciscans are Heart,
Dominicans are Brain.
Franciscans use Love,
Dominicans use Pain.
Franciscans are Italy,
Dominicans are Spain.