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Stormzy you aint the dogs Boris
you're just a rapper with a forest
and I promise honest son
the strongest grow an amazon
you're just a woodchuck not Norris
a man should woodchuck Boris
shouting chuck the government
undoubtedly just another chump
and it may seem very drastic
the geriatric made you plastic
because your stature factors
obtainable manufactured
that's factual
you ain't urban raw
more corporate tool.
why are you so frustrated
you made it now tagged to politics
marketing tricks get you rich
from hits you pitch to poor kids
urban representative unscented
do mentally subtracted
hoodie youths attract to this
political track diss
war the Tories with your poor peeps
they buy more your beats
talk about honesty
obvious marketing
tagged on to politics
masses see you exist
hear your hits and make you rich
you're like Tories
growing pockets fill
play poor need more
logics ill.
powerless to a long diss
like Austin Powers piss
grow your roughage
of awful I'm audacious
got pages to go all day Cuz
on your low brow go at BoJo
without mojo what a bozo
then label makers at the Guardian
the Labour paper for retarded men
report our nations a place
where racism takes place
I'll confront you straight to the face
you are racist mate works both ways
stupidity you're chatting
shouting victim
but the cause it happens
don't rally crews through false pretence
they harm and face sentence
justification accepts consequence
make sense bruv,
you gotta stage
you talk to these people
inciting them evil,
you're an idiot with it,
don't group and bigot
powers yours use it there will be unity,
I diss insult but end usefully
I write it down you do too
no race just paper me and you
*Cuz - cousin
BoJo - Boris Johnson
I
Most of us heard of Grace, and perhaps its Hebrew origin in CHESED, to show God's work in human lives. As modern and progressive, our educated elites have rebelled against the idea we get anything for nothing, even with God. That is natural thinking; may we suggest if God thinks, its supernatural - not natural or human - thinking. But what drives me nuts is when people discuss "Grace" (see definition, reminder, below) and then say "I/he/she is SENT from God and is thus an apostle." Or some such permutation of being in a special category. Yes, it is possible to be awarded top roles even in the church by God, but then the Scripture repeats severally, No one is to brag about gifts, since like the human body, organs, limbs ... each has a specific role. The WHOLE matters."
Grace is unearned favor or blessings of God. The ACRONYM may be employed thus:
G Gods
R Riches
A At
C Christ's
E Expense
The warnings not to risk a Fall from Grace (Bible, the real source of that idiom!) are from Ephesians 2:8 and Paul's Letter to the Galatians. In the latter, the Amplified Bible puts it most usefully for current purposes. And I quote, with square brackets in the quote itself:
"You have been severed from Christ, if you seek to be justified [that is, declared free of the guilt of sin and its penalty, and placed in right standing with God] through the Law; you have fallen from grace [for you have lost your grasp on God’s unmerited favor and blessing]." shalom, shalom!
I was a facebook addict till last month. I used to check facebook every 5 mins.Many times,I voluntarily asked my friends to give likes and comments.Suddenly a big dispute between my internal monologue and me.
IM:Why are you sharing the photos in fb? Just to show case your talents?.What is the use of sharing it? Will it promote your talent or will it help you to succeed?
ME:I am just letting my friends to see my stuffs ,so that I will get a feedback to improve my skills .
IM:If you want to do so,why don’t you send them in personal?
ME:They might be busy in times and they would not reply.If I post in fb,they will see it when they have enough time.
IM:What if no one likes it?
ME:I feel perturbed
IM:What if you get more likes?
ME:I will be delighted.
IM:So?Is that what you need in your life? Just the likes? What are you going to do with it? If you are just elated in the temporary happiness,then you cannot clinch big.After all,delighting in pride is the root cause of failures.
ME:Then how could I share my posts ? How could I let my friends know what I am doing?
IM:Are they longing to see your posts? Has anybody ever told you that they missed your posts? ME:Few people have said that
IM:Just work hard in silence let your success make all the noise.
That was all the solace I could embrace to quit facebook.Since quitting fb,I have been spending my time usefully.I started participating in many real competitions,getting enough time to prepare for the competitive exams.
Crowning Glory
Mr Rose,welcome to this antique plexus,
It will for sure tickle your neuro plexus,
This exclusive table of veneer has a historical nexus,
Sandalwood modified in the grand factory of Texas.
Some pieces here do have a background mystical,
But this unique model with motifs has a glaze magical,
Multipurpose architecture,no doubt,it is usefully structural,
Crafted with engraved pattern as crown for beauty additional.
Two moderate sized shelves on both sides,
Have scope for things to store in wide,
Centered drawer for documents at handy inside,
With a plain table top to use with pride.
Well spaced top to write,eat and sit,
Water proof century exotica for so many things to fit,
I bet a deal no loss,all profit and benefit,
Just for more than 400 dollars to start to bid.
Moghul Emperor Akbar had it in his court,
Mirza ghalib renowned poet on it wrote,
Queen Elizabeth ,its flourescent key chains did note,
Monsieur,any other dealer many times than this will quote.
Contest:The Auctioneerist.(Auction contest)
Image 1
Sponsor:Mystic Rose.
11.03.2016
A temporarily useful illusion,
like Wall Street knows something
about inevitable climate pathology
disvalues of anthrosupremacism
worth illusive core investment value
is not necessarily
a merely utilitarian delusion
about timeless principles of value
like human dignity
and organic integrity
and profoundly polycultural beauty.
A temporarily useful illusion
may have long economic
and robustly deep political roots
in universally integral allusions,
round robust reflections,
gut feelings,
intuitions of past fruition
regenerating win/wins
and not degenerating
LeftBrain Loser deductive logos
and RightBrain Loser inductive
merely threadbare mythos
Languaged thoughts about useful things,
like narrative knitted feelings
from thriving co-relationships,
derive from articulating threads
in allusive indigenous wisdom
Long felt panentheistically
and/or enthymematically
not not yet
does not quite illuminate positively present
Win/win round cosmic
holonic, organic, systemic
rememory of Yangfull Trust
loves Yintegral Beauty
Usefully refines,
illustrates
polyculturally win/win
healthy democracy's peak wealth illusion,
valleyed allusive delusion
in-between implicit wisdom
and explicit knowledge,
empowerment
and enlightenment
Circling
spiraling whole open
systemic energy
non-zero summoned
cooperative illusive experiences
non-zero summed
energy systemic
open whole spiraling
encircling dismembered delusions.
Standing cautiously at precipice, leaning
backwards-looks down.
Sudden thrust, feet leave ground, heart
pounding. He leaps.
He doesn't fall, reassuring earth beneath
spoils adventure.
Heart craves-helpless feeling of fall,
thrilling freedom & fear enslaved.
And fear enslaved rational mind, brews
hole in gut, hollows being
As sour tasting cowardice dulls
imagination. Desires numbed.
Defeat stares face,eyes shamefully shy
away, parched lips dry- twitch
explanations.
Addiction then wears sublime mask of
exhilarating adventure,
Petty truth, worthless pride of commoners,
be rooted to earth;
Thoughts take wings, paint visuals tainted
with experience,
Mind chains to ground, screaming-"Don't
jump, you will die". Legs frozen.
Death is but for mortals, invincibility
entices brave heart.
Weak-kneed it gives in to adrenaline rush
& impractical want of freedom.
Hopes fuel foolishness, foolishness fuel
hopes; each weakens unwavering reason.
But reason weakens true greatness. Heart
wills greatness be conquered.
Life useless lived uselessly for useless
use of living usefully.
Standing cautiously at precipice, leaning
backwards-looks down.
Life ashamed at such inaction in hind
sight sparks frenzy uncontrollable.
Toes quivering, excited heart skipping
beats, fingers flexed.
Sudden thrust, feet leave ground, heart
pounding. He leaps. He flies.
Freedom.
- Viraj Shah © 7.12.2013
poetrysoup must finely flourish
This is my most sincere wish
Her difficulties give me anguish
She helps swim every poet-fish
By giving the site my best write
I must supply minds bright light
The site provides enough delight
I must take her to a great height
For a long time the site never opened
I was worried as to what happened
My agonies due to this deepened
No help at all I could usefully send
A site which helps all noble poets
By giving to their emotions outlets
Getting troubles gives great regrets
As all poets got caught in worry-nets
I felt like a sad fish out of water
When the site I could not enter
Due to defect in my brain-computer
Membership problems I did encounter
The site gave kindly clarification
By intimating me the rectification
Proper application of correction
Ended in membership-completion
I felt like hugging my mother
And being kissed by my father
Kindly embraced by my brother
My mind faced nice weather
A site where poets play
And their skill they display
Their ideas they convey
poetrysoup shows a way
Really her presence is a gift
As she gives to emotions lift
If her happiness suffers theft
In the lurch we poets are left
May God bless dear poetrysoup
As she has a lovely poets' group
Using pen we poets form a troop
This Godly site, none can dupe.
SEARCH MY NAME IN GOOGLE OR YAHOO
A porky problem
worth resolving
Is our scientifically hoggish evolutionary
survivalist assumption
that all Creatures that Matter
would highest and best
usefully support AnthroPrivileged
rabidly expanding WealthCare
EcoPolitical Systems
Monopolizing EarthMother's breastmilk
and extracting fertile fuel
from her commercialized
and marginalized,
raped
and enslaved ****.
Pigs in a mud-warmed pond
experience a health care system
without monotheistic meaning
and not intending
or pretending
any monopoly rights to embodied pleasure,
much less spiritualized Paradise
As deeply as we can communicate
only AnthroGods and their Goddess Concubines
believe in our immortal EarthRights
to entitled lives that exclusively matter
for EarthMother's healthiest wealth
resilient solidarity
and resonant synergy.
Swine, by compassionate comparison,
gladly show us
more resilient thrival instincts
than avoiding the Killing Butcher
by feeding and pushing our piglets
toward a capital-fueled Trauma Machine
As any pig would know,
survival of the fattest
is not necessarily as enlightened
or empowering
as we might
whole herd EarthTribe
together sacred grow
In cooperative mindfulness,
EarthTribal integrity,
solid
resilient synergy,
with the copassionate mindfulness
of a mystified
post-partum sow.
If we forget noble friends
And stay with no regrets
One day we will lose them
Due to our careless mind
If we shrewdly use time
And distribute it equitably
Our success is assured
We get in life victory
If we know to postpone
When our mood is low
We end all heart-breaks
And pave a safe route
If we take extra steps
To stabilize our mind
We escape from gloom
Due to our wise action
If we utilize time carefully
By giving to all attention
We are in a safe position
As our joy is then intact
Let us ignore none at all
By taking honest efforts
If we keep ourselves busy
We surely achieve a lot
Perfect discipline helps
It rescues us from losses
We give the World the best
We usefully live on Earth
If laziness we drive away
If peace we evenly spread
If we make all get love
We form a paradise
If we tolerate kindly
If we offer assistance
If we chant a prayer
We purify this Earth
Our stay will one day end
Before that let us be noble
We must give all happiness
Before we quit this globe.
It is fall clean up in my garden, Lord.
I'm feeling guilty, sad, lonesome and blue.
The grasses and the weeds have over run
The lovely flowers, planted there for you.
Is this a mirror to my life dear Lord?
Have all my kinder deeds been overcome
By ugly thoughts and hurting acts and words?
Wild dandelion crowds out chrysanthemum?
Forgive me, Lord, if I have failed to tend
My garden in the manner that I should.
I'd claim the days I spent so foolishly
And use them more gainfully if I could.
Now that I'm in the autumn of my days,
I hope to take each day I have in store
And spend each precious second of that time
More usefully than I have done before.
Now as I pull each baneful weed and grass,
Removing each intruder one by one,
I hope to stand before you judgment day
Well kept, weed free, with all my gardening done.
By Joyce Johnson
For Constance a Rambling Poet's "I am sending you a gift of poetry, dear heart" contest
Inspired by her "Working in The Garden" poem on page 7 of her file