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Ohhhh.... If only you knew just how I feel "Right Now".
All would cease to exist in your meager life and "You"
would come for me.
Not even the "Underworld of Gehenna" itself could keep
you from taking me away in your arms and freeing me
with your kiss.
Can you not sense that I am ripe for the taking....
as a sweet fruit well preserved, and yearning to be
devoured?
Gone are the days of valiancy, the days when you
rode hard and fierce to captivate what was yours.
Yet, "Right Now" only in my secluded mischief do I
feel the heat of your desire and witness the
power of your demand.
Today's world have made you a distant mirage that
"You" can not measure up to; and, "Right Now" you
are only a shell of your greater days of glory.
Disappointedly, I keep my eyes tightly closed
in my devised notions, for I do not want to
look upon your weakened form... "Right Now".
Reverence?
Eternal God, Mother Mary, Father Christ
Measured
How lovingly you respond to Eternal God
People say they pay reverence, Eternal God
Father Christ, Mother Mary
Really?
It is written
Written what?
“Peace in Christ”
Incomplete
Where is “Father” Christ?
Don't have any clue
Talking about
Hypocrite, harsh word
People harsh to Father Christ
Fact that He is the Highest Priest
Why copy?
Copy “For the righteous”
He is Eternal God, “Father” Christ, Mother Mary
People boast, brag
Reverence to Father Christ
Believe in Him
Yet, no “Father” Christ
He’s hurting
Help me propagate
We’ll run over Church
Nothing is written
About reverence
No one knows
Except us
He wants us to propagate it
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Let’s do it Father Piers! Let’s go?
Cold Hard Steel
My mouth wide open, gasping for breath, splashing, gurgling
Hopelessly going nowhere, treading, losing the fight
I can’t hear the clanking or yelling anymore, today is the day I have succumbed to his cruelness, numb, no thoughts, no feelings just sinking, floating, slowly being dragged down below
His lack of love and affection has surrounded me like a cold hard steel chain bound around me.
The black oval links is evidence that evil is not part of the circle of life
I’m drowning. He’s not listening. Why won’t he help me? Doesn’t he care?
How did I let it go this far?
A light from above, an angel reaches out a hand, follow me
Bursting through the crashing waves I rise above the depth of darkness
To find that God will always love me
All my tears have faded. Joyful smiles every day.
He is still part of my life but the chain has been broken, I have been set free because God will always
love me.
Even on the days when he doesn’t show me love and kindness
I know I am not alone in this big old house. I kneel and take it to the throne.
And tell God about my day.
Inspirational song Chain Breaker by Zac Williams
Original poem 7/22/17
thee hour of the mind the hour the soul
masters the hearts need for growth
bestowed between the cunny desires
where the muses dance the sun shadows
the moon creating a warm sensual glow
sending out hints of knowledge designed
so perfectly solely for allowing the mind
to soar throughout the universe abruptly
alerting the stars to ignite illuminating
signals relaxing all melancholy findings
beholding masterpieces gathering truth
throughout the galaxy giving birth to a
brilliant orchestra performing between
the finite hours connecting night and day
dawn sings a mental ballad of pleasure
captivating the mind soul and heart together
harmonically cultivating this brilliant symphony
dazzling thoughts within thee untimely hour
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France
Of superficial relevance whatever he had hidden
Hence negligence regarding love ought to be forbidden.
For wasting precious time has ruffled rich regret
Thus when I ponder he again, I’d rather just forget.
Though memories of we strikes without forewarning...
And it hurts to live a life frequently in mourning.
22/11/2022
Writing Challenge- “V” Forms
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Writing
Today we took a cruise to Devil’s island where the strong Lake Superior waves
from years of crashing on its rocks have created these beautiful caves.
The thunderous booms the waves made as they hit the rocks
led the Chippewa who lived there to proclaim:
This land on which we stand….Devil’s Island is its name.
In every state, city and town we’ve traveled to on this trip
(and I‘m sure as we travel more and more)
we have felt the presence of the people who walked this land before.
We’ve seen many signs…like the names of places we’ve been…
(much more beautiful in their native tongue)
And again at this stop when we discovered a dear friend’s daughter
worked at the very inn where we are staying…back when she was young.
Lena is her daughter’s name
a member of the Bad River band of the Lake Superior Chippewa
We’re sorry we never had the chance to meet her…
(If only we had power over time…and the past we could re-draw)
But knowing her mother, Monica, we know this is also to be true….
If she was anything like her mother…we would have loved her Lena too.
Knowing Lena worked where we are staying
greeted people with her smiles…walked through these halls and doors
makes this place even more special than it was to us before.
We are not always looking for sings…beside, in front…behind us
but we love it when, out of nowhere, a sign somehow will find us.
So many signs have found us on this trip…some subtle…some quite loud
license plates with our initials, four leaf clovers…angels in the clouds.
To these, with her mom’s permission,…(Monica, we promise not to make a fuss)
we add Lena to the angels in the clouds we believe are watching over us.
And every morning from now on…as we greet another day
we will repeat this simple message Lena loved to say..
We will smile…think of Lena..then whisper how life is a pretty word.
We only wish from her lips these words we could have heard…
"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote by Constance La France
Oil just few drops left; wick irrecoverably worn out;
Wet match box; just a single stick; I strike, yet, with no doubt;
Midst terrible tempests, torrential rains and thatch-roof-leak,
Clings to a nook of that cracked chimney, survival seen bleak;
I shield the flame; count the hour; will day, yet, before time dawn?
Who will steal? What? With these thoughts I serenely sleep, fears gone...!
17 November 2022
WRITING CHALLENGE - ''V'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France
BLANK PAGES OF A DOORMAT
a touch of emotion is what she’s after…his touch a fire
lit inside their combatant stoves…pen ought to inspire
tit and tat attention, enclosed in verbal laundromat -
mumbling and tumbling inside - the words of a doormat
no conception in this tight-fisted vestibule - counselor points
to a list of verbs, nouns, adjectives - each word disappoints
11/14/2022
WRITING CHALLENGE - ''V'' Forms
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Writing
Due to the extreme measures my
identity thieves have taken in order
to extort my American poetry from
mafia wise guys to corruption to Jamaican
female impersonating me with data breach
and severe identity fraud i adore writing
poetry everyday but i must stop for now
allowing these thieves some twisted sick
respite away from tormenting me being
on this sight allows them to be able to mimic
terrorize me with terrorist threats it's very cruel
but some people would do anything to harm
innocent person god bless all of you here
on poetry soup keep writing I shall my prayers
are with my step son who took his life thanksgiving
the shock of my mental health being exploited for gain
by identity thieves mafia corruption for gain leading to
101 reason taking his own life poetry in the wrong hands
we sigh for the giving and pray for the souls of the silent
beings for their pain shall always shatter thee earth the
infamous core tangible structure of the mind shall be
replaced with insanity for a brief notion gathered for sheer
peace hence release I am completely traumatized my abusive
ex his accomplice the arson murderer Ciro Gargano identity thief
Jay Townsend Johnson Henry my complete stalkers trickled
down ongoing abuse from my bitter arsonist ex husband
sacrificed his son in order to assist these imposters to
extorting my American poetry to allow this imposter
impersonate me for gain literally giving my step son
no other options taking his own life while family gathered
giving thanks a falseness knowing they were planted
outside my door awaiting my disabled spouse and I to go
to VA appointments so they could enter our home searching
for poetry data to summit finally exploiting my mental illness
my husband's 101 airborne releasing suicidal thoughts in a family
My step son set a plan and ended his life due to plagiarism.
It had been twenty years since I contacted the FBI when
my identity thief arrived with her Jamaican gunman to end
my life over my American poetry he died at my feet complete
karma taking my step son 20 years later this operation forced
him into suicide ending his own life shattered into after realizing
the severe domestic abuse identity fraud plagerism arson murderer
If you think you can fight Christ
Now walk and work on your own light
Or dark without any support, religion
Without hurting any or otherwise.
Know your mind not the matter
weigh your heart not the weight
Tend your own garden thriving
With integrity not with alliance
For manipulation but elevation.
When you wanna make a prey
Make sure you're looking up
Not down that's the weak and quickie's
You know what happens when
A goat is trying to prey
A lion just BC of love, impossible
Fight what you can overcome
Be fearless don't mean
You should burn yourself ablaze.
We ain't going backwards but
Forward onward and farther
Upward not downward deceased
Stagnant without direction
retribution journey not threat
But caution for actions and deeds.
Christianity promoting light
Christ light pure consciousness
Truth, for a man to attain
One need to Walk in faith
Walking and working
In your light and path
For God in growth for change.
Can one grow and establish business
A day on your own without connection
Can you be successful today without
Taking action even amidst uncertainty??
Religious war a distraction for exploiting
Krist lies dark lume ruin lust miscreant
Matters over mind true source, original creator
Just self reliance and deceit without resources
Claiming creature without creator but nature
Blaspheming love, faith and oneness not source
Blur vision attained imagination disruption delusion
mind reliance prophets of the dark, shadowing
Manipulating Breaking the good and kind hearten.
Criminology, wars threat and partiality corporate
Sentimentalism over purpose driven optimist
Discrimination over discernment, maneuver
Being desperate for power over another
Supremacy over authenticity rulers of dark world
There is nothing done in the dark without light
The Gardner is watching armed for harvest.