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There is a man and there are worms,
We are the worms my brethren,
Beautiful and perverse, wicked and evil, depraved and unjust,
Good and righteous and wonderful, we are the worms.
There is a man my brethren, Paul Maudib, Gandalf the Wizard, Beowulf, who was a Power.
He was a power and he wanted power and glory and honor.
And he saw our suffering.
For man has always been a weak creature.
He is the son of Dune, the son of Earth, for he fused with the earth through man.
He fused with the worms my brethren to live forever.
His flesh is a radiant glory, flame on, he is as firestorm and Wolverine.
He is as professor Xavier, He is the shining one.
And he was not all good.
Like us, he had evil in him.
And he sinned.
But in the midst of his torment and his madness, he saw the sky.
And knew of God’s love.
Rise my brethren, for God is man and we have the power.
Rise my brethren, for God loved man so much that he became man.
God became the worms and saved the earth.
Turn to the earth and heal it.
And allow it to heal you.
Heal the rabbits, heal the deer, heal the trees.
And share in its pleasure.
For the earth loves you and the earth is our mother.
And our Father knows of our torment.
But there is a God, a Power who knows the secret.
He has fused with the worms and now we all shall ride.
Know this my brethren.
Whether you confess his name or not, he has saved you.
For he is you.
He is the murderer down the street.
He is the rapist in jail.
He is the tyrant ruling governments.
He is the whore on the street.
He is the man dying of leprosy.
He is the insane man, rambling into nothingness.
He is the mother who loves her children.
He is the man who suffers deep so that he can feed his family,
He is the man that curses man and God.
He is the priest who sees visions of a new tomorrow.
He is us and we are him my brother and that is the great mystery of his victory.
For whatever dark force keeps us separate.
He has vanquished it and now in him whether we believe or not we shall be one!
Rise brethren.
Rise brethren.
For man has the favor of God and man has been declared good.
We are good, from the worst of us to the best of us, we are good.
And we shall rise.
Look at the tree leaves rustling in the wind and know that God loves you.
Feel the storm, for it is coming.
Feel the storm, and scream freedom!!
Christmas celebrations were precious times
filled with family bonding moments of love chimes
in gatherings radiating wondrous bliss
as Dad and Mom cooked comfort food we should not miss...
Christmas reunions rekindled sweet partnerships
marked with gratitude around warm fellowships
while we proudly recounted parents' nurture
as Dad and Mom led us toward triumph's pasture...
Christmas vacations keep me longing for home
since my heart yearns to dwell in our peace-fortressed dome
where I first enjoyed vibrant togetherness' worth
as Dad and Mom made it paradise on earth...
Christmas moments are still thrilling with delight
while we relive legacy aright
midst dear kindred expecting victory glow
as Dad and Mom in heaven wave their favor's show...
Christmas Season always brings memorable days
for which I thank God* for and worshipfully praise
especially that life-building is my vow
as Dad and Mom cheer me of my choice until now.
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
December 17, 2025
3rd place, "Snow Fantasy or Christmas Nostalgia" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 12/18/2025
the school days are behind me now, they're finished, over, done
it's time to find employment, make some money and have some fun.
there's nothing like the feeling when you get your first weeks pay
but then you start to realize, you're gonna have to pay your way.
my mum asked me for board money, to help with my upkeep
it will help to show in future, that cost of living is not cheap,
but you're earning your own money, so you can spend it on whatever
just bear this golden rule in mind, it does not last forever.
so, when I finally turned sixteen, I thought I knew so much
my parents, they're of a different age, and really out of touch.
and living with their house rules, used to make me really mad
so my friend and I both left home, and rented our own pad.
the freedom felt euphoric, there was no rules I had to follow
but now having to pay my own way, the victory felt hollow
mothers words came back to haunt me, I realised she was right
that my budget's non-existent, and the cash flows way past tight.
about that time I realised, that I'd lost the urge to roam
and so I rang my mother, and asked if I could come home
as I entered through the front door, mum was overcome with tears
I never knew how much I'd hurt her, being away for all those years
May you be victorious in battles,
May you be rewarded with divine joy,
May happiness be part of your chattels,
May you always have favours to enjoy.
May all your efforts be crowned with success,
May you live in peace of mind and good health,
May you be free from all forms of distress,
May you be brimful of favors and wealth.
May God's love forever live in your home,
May God protect you from untimely deaths,
May good fortune find you during their roam,
May you be well-secured till your last breaths.
And when breath finally ceases out life,
May you also have a great afterlife.
Today I declared war
on my own laziness—
no more delivery apps,
no more surrender.
I would conquer pasta.
First victory:
water bubbling on the stove.
Time to add salt—
but my hand betrayed me,
half the shaker tumbling
into innocent water.
The pot became
a miniature Dead Sea.
Fine, I muttered,
tossed in the pasta
and drifted to my phone,
already tasting glory—
al dente perfection.
Minutes melted by.
Then—the horror:
pasta demands attention.
I returned to witness
culinary catastrophe:
noodles welded together,
a starchy sculpture of regret—
a twisted monument
to my distraction.
Deep breath.
Sauce will save this.
Sauce fixes everything.
Oil hit the pan—
high heat, quick work.
I disappeared
into curated breakfasts
and filtered perfection.
Then—
the sharp scent
of disaster.
I sprinted back
to find my kitchen
staging its own revolt:
oil blackened,
pan smoking,
alarm shrieking
accusations.
Heroically grabbed the pan
with hands unburdened
by common sense—
a yelp that would shame
any wounded animal
echoing through
my foolish pride.
Twenty minutes later,
kitchen scrubbed clean,
dignity in ruins,
I opened the app
and ordered surrender—
extra hot,
with a side of humility.
Sometimes the best lessons
arrive through smoke.
Sometimes, the kitchen
is wiser than you.
January 3 Scripture Meditations Based on Genesis 6-8
Key Verse - Genesis 6:8 But Noah found grace in the eyes of the LORD.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO FIND GRACE IN YOUR EYES
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a blessing
Despite my carnality of sinfulness’ cursing
Praise be to You for salvation-bracing
Making me Your child with eternal life possessing.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a privilege
Despite my flesh-strivings of pride’s knowledge
Praise be to You for righteousness-imputation I acknowledge
Making me Your saint with new creation toward heavenly mileage.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a time of gladness
Despite my selfishness hiding in hypocrisy’s brightness
Praise be to You for Your mercy and forgiveness
Making me Your convert toward transformation along holiness.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a sure victory
Despite my vain cravings and worldly thoughts’ flurry
Praise be to You for Your sanctification-glory
Making me Your follower who walks with You, proclaiming Your story.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a proof of Your approval
Despite my failures attributed to enemies hindering my survival
Praise be to You for Your power causing my prayer-filled revival
Making me Your will-abider shut in Your prevailing love-festival.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a service-motivation
Despite my unfaithfulness brought by fleshly corruption
Praise be to You for Your steadfast compassion
Making me Your steward who complies to Your instruction.
To find grace in Your eyes, Lord, is a desire of my heart
Despite my zeal assuaged, abated and restrained by iniquity’s dart
Praise be to You for wisdom propelling my being from the start
Making me Your worshiper offering sacrifice with sweet savoured part.
January 3, 2022
"So," he asked, as if he knew,
"What story do you bring?
Across the miles you've brought a tale,
I'll hear your song, now sing."
Indeed, across the miles he'd come,
Adventures braved, unsurpassed.
An audience with the King, he'd sought,
His story he'd tell, at the last.
At the King he looked, across his hall,
He gazed and gaped in awe.
Composure, though, is what he'd need
To pass news of the marching war.
Impatient now, had become Our Liege.
"What story do you bring?
If, perhaps, we take your tongue,
How then, boy, will you sing?"
He knew he'd gained the good King's wrath,
Exactly what he'd dreaded, and,
When his tale was done and told,
Neck on the block, beheaded.
But, one thing we know, the King was kind,
Though sometimes prone to ire, and
When the tale was told and done,
He said, "Boy, feed the fire."
"An honour this is, indeed, My Lord,
A day I'll long ere remember,
That I did fuel the Good King's hearth,
And bring forth a blaze from embers."
This must confirm, for all to see,
The King's kind and goodly heart.
Remember, though, if vexed at all,
His anger's a poison dart.
The orders were sent, the King's High Command.
"A feast we'll have for the victory to be."
The orders received, the boy was soon found.
Baked Messenger for tea.
Live for life
Live for love
Love for keeps
Love for all
All is well
All is good
Good confesses all
Good resides in truth
Truth or consequence
Truth or dare
Dare to win
Dare to conquer
Conquer hate
Conquer fear
Fear no evil
Fear God
God is love
God is peace
Peace rejoices in you
Peace be with you
You hate
You lose
Lose your hatred
Lose your sadness
Sadness drains
Sadness drops rains
Rains are fears
Rains are tears
Tears of joy
Tears of victory
Victory is not for quitter
Victory is for the strong
Strong survives in truth
Strong reaps in strength
Strength is power
Strength is justice
Justice for all
Justice for freedom
Freedom of religion
Freedom of speech
Speech delivers peace
Speech propagates harmony
Harmony is order
Harmony is growth
Growth is multiplication
Growth is addition
Addition is operation
Addition is accumulation
Assimilation is accumulation
Standard of operation
Ronald was a tough old ram, the biggest of his breed
Daniel was a clipperman, renowned of shearing deed
Many sheep were sheared that day and woolless they had fled
Before those two met in affray and battled in the shed!
Ronald, he had seen old Wallace wrestled to the floor,
Mugged of his dignity and fleece, and knew that it was war
And seeing that his turn was nigh, his hooves he dug in deep
He'd fight and though perhaps he'd die, at least he'd die a sheep.
Daniel had no time to waste, he'd quotas set to keep
And unprepared, he reached in haste to take the waiting sheep
But Ronald steeled himself as Daniel took him by the horn
And, rearing, pulled himself away before he could be shorn.
Off-balance, Daniel stumbled, to Ronald's great delight
Onto his knees he tumbled as the shears flew out of sight
And Ronald now unhanded felt his victory increase
Protecting his sheep dignity and, likewise, his sheep fleece.
But Daniel was not beaten yet, he knew that he'd faced worse
His mind was still determined set, he rose up with a curse
But still he was unsteady and Ronald was a ram
His head was lowered ready and he charged the clipperman
Ronald's head met Daniel's side and toppled him again
This time headfirst and to collide his head against the grain.
Leaving, stunned, the clipperman upon the wooden floor
In final victory, the ram strolled out the open door.
But, alas, 'tis not the way that sheep triumph at last
And Daniel would not see the day that any sheep got past
Despite Ram Ronald's victor's pride, the shearer would not yield
So followed a less dignified pursuit around the field.
Ronald, he was fast and he had four legs matched to two
So Daniel was outclassed, if that was all that he could do,
But he also had a sheepdog and so Ronald was defeated
He would have had the victory, if Daniel hadn't cheated.
In crises, how can my being survive?
Trusting the Almighty to work, I thrive!
Infirmities strike; heart needs help from wails…
Triumphant prayer aids, and such prevails!
In struggling, what should faith do against doubts?
Turning to the Lord amplifies praise shouts!
Inevitables shake mind to waver…
Tests must be faced, conquering angst-quaver!
In afflictions, does sickness threaten zest?
Truly --- yet Christ’s healing restores health best!
Indomitable body seeks peace-voice…
Tranquil bliss from Holy Ghost wafts blest choice!
In why moments, devotion finds rest where?
Touch of the Saviour tends with loving care!
If relationship with God upholds soul…
Then I abide with Him; now settled, whole!
In everything*, will my gratitude reign?
Today, I claim victory midst grace gain!
Investing in eternal matters most…
Thanksgiving to the King props service post!
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
August 29, 2022
Edited on January 9, 2023
3rd place, "Revealing Your Soul And Other Tension" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 1/14/2023