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Her ignorance of such made
Her desirable, lacking the
Knowledge of causing made
Her more appealing
The male flies shall lore and
attract these males to the
Female and the nature of
Coupling shall make things
Seem natural
Yi-di-hi-di-ho answered the
Doctor of fly-o-nimics
These are troubled flies who's
ablity to attract will be altered
by the objectives of the people?
Yes said the fella speaking, these
are the "Troublyst" the area of
Concern. Those of valor shall
Be honored by these doings!
Might you be honored ; oh brave
and desirable man, she said! If oh
Is ooh and I am desired and such might
all those before me be "the troublyst"
Might we be victorious in our endeavors?
Yes oh ,lover of mankind? Yes that I submitist
To thee that all others are against our coupling!
You have consummated the dream
upon its fertile mind have given birth
your Sons are to be Kings for ruling in the earth
like life I wish that we would never part
our connection like the beating of one heart
because I have believed your heart was true
therefore did I give mine permanently to you
You have shown me a love of Sons of Men
not of his clothing but what he hides within
you didst reveal this by your own right hand
did speak soft words until we could understand
You saw not my skin or what one outside see
you gazed within looked upon the real me
Enfolded in your arms just like a child
your forgiveness and tender mercies mild
where you hold us until each of us can hear
understand completely the Words spoken in our ear
Love should have been the first thing
you met when you were born
the warm embrace which followed
when from wombs comfort torn
Cradle me my Beloved in your arms
hold at a distance all of my alarms
I want to walk with you
until there's endless days
seek the crown of creation
and understanding of his ways
pleasant are the days I spend with you
my Lord , just master of his house
to you my one only
is my heart espoused
Like a mighty warrior you have mounted up
the valor of your deeds have filled my every cup
without you near my heart is empty still
but cries with its distress
until with you my life instill
As bird you gathered us beneath your wings
your endearment descends like mountains streams
there within the wilderness were we broken
until we received knowledge of the promise spoken
Songs of the Kings
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
So we cross this threshold of war as awful friends in freefall,
and with these trumpets and drums shaking the graves
of ancient days we bring forth instruments of death's call
through our very own homeland where the music of valor plays,
songs, poems and parades are already being written in the pulse of the people,
only the names of the victors and vanquished remain unknown,
yet both will be Roman, both will bleed, and both will reveal their soul's steel,
pallisades, seige towers and ballistas of big stones thrown
from town to town, from Arminium, Corfinium and to the Bay of Brundisium
the Italians of Rome have said to the Legions of Caesar save our home
seek no throne, carry not a crown, show the world that cruelty can be outdone
scourge the vile with the virtue of Clementia, make the Senate atone,
make not widows of Rome's daughters nor orphans of the innocent
bring a heartbeat of holiness back to these halls and hills where peace has been absent,
Bring a heartbeat of holiness back to these halls and hills where peace has been absent,
you've heard these honest entreaties and endearments
from mothers and elders, citizens, priests and from the militant,
we are not men who march on dreams,
we have not marched into Greece to starve and grovel
under the ritual yoke of this pseudo Republican army
headed by an overhyped hothead acting under an upper class spell,
I believe we were born to be on this battlefield's history,
we are inspired by unequalled Evocati leadership
veterans venomous in brute brilliance,
they have a myriad of mercenaries whose cause is only for coin on the hip
they outnumber us 6 to 1 on horse and 2 to 1 in the lines
most of Pompey's Legates have learned warfare from talk and books,
we've been taught the terror of triumph from where the heart looks...
J.A.B.
April 2 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 25-27
Key Verse – 1Samuel 25:26 Now therefore, my lord, as the LORD liveth, and as thy soul liveth, seeing the LORD hath withholden thee from coming to shed blood, and from avenging thyself with thine own hand, now let thine enemies, and they that seek evil to my lord, be as Nabal.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO WITHHOLDS US
FROM DOING EVIL
Praise be to God for withholding us from doing evil as He:
Gets us up toward holiness-pursuits
Grants us provisions along prosperity
Greets us with His calmness so peaceful
Gears us for diligence upon paths of progress
Governs us by His defense of powerful protection
1Samuel 26:19 Praise be to the Lord Who secures us
to abide in His inheritance so that we can:
Pursue through His victory while praising along salvation’s testimony
Plead for His valor while praying for strength’s tenacity
Prove His virtues while prevailing from sin’s testing
Pitch upon His vigor while protected by His sanctifying truth
Persevere by His values while provided with His sure triumph
1Samuel 27:5 Praise be to the Saviour Who
welcomes us to dwell in His grace:
Experiencing worship’s delight
Escaping from worldliness’ despair
Expecting wisdom’s discernment
Exemplifying winsome deliverance
Exuding worthiness’ display. Amen!
April 2, 2024
Stranded in war torn Sudan,
Dreading yet another dawn.
In Wadi Sayyidna town,
Hopelessness was weighing down.
Men and women, young and old,
Watched the civil war unfold.
Homeless, desperate, full of fear,
Longing for their near and dear.
Then on 27th April night,
A C-130J took flight.
Manned by pilots skilled and brave,
Tasked to rescue and to save.
They were flying almost blind,
No navigation aids would they find.
Degraded strip, no landing lights
In the darkness of the night.
Infrared sensors scanned the ground;
No inimical force was found.
Using goggles for night vision,
Thay carried out their tough mission.
An enthralling tale had begun;
Six score passengers and one
Shepherded onto the plane.
Headed for their homes again.
Valor of the highest kind,
Audacity was redefined.
The Hercules and its brave crew
Achieved a feat of derring-do.
India's vaunted military might,
Wrote another chapter bright
In our valiant history;
There for all the world to see.
Written by Colonel Ramanan Duraiswami
AMC,Rtd
29th April 2023.
Retirement
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Stop working now
The boss was hopeless
Gave you no hope
The nine-to-five grind
Is over now
Retirement
Exit, exit excite
Up, up away
Banjo your mango
Man goes
Peddle your medal
On your salad day
Now is not the time
To join the navy
The prospects look good
And plum the perks are
Light up the shadows of your heart
The acceptable goodbyes are gone
Cunning and guile is over now
Your time hath come now
You have been on
The see-saw of redemption
And have seen
The trickery and deceit of
Those coconuts
The valor of the dastard
Made you suffer for your pound
And their illustrations of deception
Their myths of abstractions
In silence you could not reply
But be shut and sulk.
You were brave
Your time is art now
And no more tick tock
Go out with a bang
Before the haunted dark
Peachy life now
Sleeves are down
Your retirement eve
Grow rich, go rich and
Trump up your comfort.
20,000 Days
Thinking of my life
20,000 days behind me
Days of challenges and thrills
Love and battles completed with valor
So many experiences I had
So many more I wanted to do but never got around to
There were things I should have said
Others I regretted the second they flew from mouth
Did I do everything I could in those 20,000 days?
There was wasted time I know
Feelings that died inside me without a whimper
Others released without abandon to be lost in reality
I am not sure how many days I have left
A mere seven or another 20,000 to look forward to
My body frails with every passing second
The energy I had in now just a fading memory
Will I have the time to do what I never got done?
May I say what I should have or taken back my mistakes
I have no choice how long I will last in this body
Maybe 20,000 days is just enough for a mortal human
20,001 may be too much
19,999 may be one to few for a life to matter
It is all up to the immortals Fates to decide
But, all in all I have led a good life so let the Fates come
I will go with no regrets and a smile on my face
That will be my choice
Faith of a child is great in God’s sight
Since it reveals sincere trust in its purest height
Showcasing genuine reliance to the Sovereign’s might
Devoid of doubt and unbelief along uncertainty-blight.
Child-like faith was exemplified by virtuous Bible characters
Who in their young age could be considered as heroic masters
In subduing evil and vanquishing the bad that perilously deters
While fully depending on the omnipotent Lord for triumphant encounters.
There was David… fighting as a child, full of courage and valor
Crashing the Philistines’ dominance by ending Goliath’s ruthless vigor.
Samuel was just a boy when he responded to the Creator’s call with honor
To serve sincerely as a prophet, proclaiming truth midst good tidings’ clamor.
The Chronicles spoke of King Josiah who at eight years old was Judah’s head
Instructed by God’s wisdom, with faith in his advisors… he led;
Then we can never forget the lad who willingly shared his fish and bread
Which Jesus Christ multiplied to feed the multitudes in their hunger-dread.
Indeed, child-like faith* wins God’s heart
He even said that having such can open heaven, away from hell’s dart.
Now, my dear Son, let your faith in the Lord increase toward service-rampart;
Always seek His favour before victorious quests you start.
*2Timothy 3:15 And that from a child thou hast known the holy scriptures, which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus.
November 6, 2018
7th place, "Tell Me A Story 2"
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri; judged on 11/8/2018.
In fate's intricate tapestry it weaves,
A martyr's journey down shadowed eaves,
Life embraced, purpose unknown,
In barren fields where sorrows are sown.
Through veils of conflict, honor-bound,
In futile wars, where sorrows mound,
Destined path, yet cruel it seems,
In realms of shattered, tragic dreams.
With fiery heart, they march ahead,
In valor's name, no fear they dread,
Yet destiny, a harsh mistress be,
In wars that dim their light's decree.
A sacrifice sung in somber song,
In realms of right where they belong,
Destiny embraced with mortal breath,
'Battles fought in the shadow of death.
Oh, martyr's plight, bittersweet so,
In wars futile, where sorrows grow,
Legacy etched in courage's shade,
In face of tragedy, stand well-made.
Through battles fierce, their beacons gleam,
In darkest night, a resilient stream,
No purpose wasted, no breath in vain,
In heart's silent echo, their valor remains.
Not all the soldiers have returned home,
even the owling wind has a reason to weep;
Cynthia's legs start to shake, she had little sleep,
her dark hair is flapping, pain chills to the bone,
And this heart-torn mother hides her tear-drenched face
within her cold hands lamenting his loss and wit;
Robert left years ago to serve his country with grit,
wearing a boldface admired by all for its enduring grace.
" Son, you honored commitment and valor more than life,
and in giving it up for a nobel cause you earned your glory;
I wanted to embrace you and feel the same joy of your wife:
four arms hugging you making that moment last an eternity."
" Brenda couldn't come to greet you, she's expecting your baby
and she always wished he would have those gorgeous, cheerful eyes
and the charming smile of a caring dad who was called for duty;
we expected to hug a joyful son and husband, not to bear sad news."