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July 20 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 24-26
Key Verse – Proverbs 24:21 My son, fear thou the LORD and the king: and meddle not with them that are given to change.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ADMONISHING US
TO FEAR HIM REVERENTIALLY
Praise be to God for admonishing us to
fear Him reverentially to overcome:
Mischievous persons with their meddling pestilence
Mishandled pressures due to mocking pleasures
Mismatched plans midst misbehaving posture
Mistaken plaudits caused by mystifying ploys
Misjudged pursuits along melting poverty
Proverbs 25:22 Praise be to the Lord for
rewarding us for our:
Heart of honour
Hope against hell
Help for the helpless
Hunger toward holiness
Hatred against haughtiness
Proverbs 26:10 Praise be to the Saviour for
rewarding us toward:
Victory from being a victim
Venture that vies over void vices
Virtuous vanquishing with our vow
Valuable vigour against vicious vanity
Valiant voyage against voluminous vexations. Amen!
July 20, 2024
Hollow odes lament where waves crash depthless
Oh! How ocean lacking light spills woe so!
Lackluster grays wail unkempt longingness
Lone stander bleeds the dreams of times ago
O'er the screaming wind, a seagull's bleak cries
weeps of cloudiness usurping the day
Heaven's warmth obscured, and now coldness vies,
overwhelming where vast emptiness slays
Left purposeless, wavering dark takes hold
looping tight a lynch-like corrosive noose
Otiose life sucks vim where sharks enfold,
wrecked in sunless abyss of night let loose
But Sol, unconquerable, beams once more
and the lighthouse sings, full of birds from shore!
(6/10/18)
Ye miss O thou man in mindless vain mirth
That every shade comes from His rainbow's range,
Ye no more than copy Nature, no change,
The picture ye paint scarce depicts thy worth,
Nor music—when His notes ye rearrange,
The mind ye use bestowed hast He at birth,
Not a miracle art thou ‘pon this Earth,
A smart machine at best and scarce so strange.
Take heed, should ye hail thy highly hung head?
Feel not so proud on thy mind's pompous powers,
Ye might have made some tallest of towers,
Not one vies with what Creation has made.
Get down from thy vainest pedestal, then,
Think, willed by whom ye wield thy will O man.
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Sonnet | 01.08.2008 |
Poet’s note: The last line of this sonnet reflects what is said in the very first verse of Kena Upanishad: Kena eam patati pream manah… Willed and directed by whom is thy mind enlightened?
Written July 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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So tiny, yet so vast: a square of purple flame,
A postal stamp formed from forever lame.
Houses at its center a half-cast, cloudy glass,
Trapped in a gilded cage of grief and lilac crevasse.
Bedecked in the hue of storm-light, a figure stands,
A gaze carved from ache, hair as comet strands.
Static roses, suffused in blue, stood behind,
Each petal burned by cords, yet spirit did not mind.
Rain doesn't soak into his skin or asphalt as he vies,
Yet, unshed tears flow from the dream to the sky.
The water leaves his clothing with faint rings,
But in this dampness, nostalgia unfurls its wings.
O, how you bend and blaze, purple witness—
A design firmly woven into the yarn of threnody.
Your quiet strength lingers as words fade,
A melody that pain cannot shatter or jade.
Let this stamp be a symbol in all mortal prayer—
For timid souls who dare not weep amid silk fare.
A poignant lament for love wrapped in mauve grief,
A message sent to a visitor, destined for the glyph.
Sabers of the light…calm and friendly in showing appreciation…exuberant energy to burn…New powerful self-defense…Energetic straight forward shooter…Logically love applies knowledge…inventive soft gently touch…Good physical desires…honest. Takes care of friends…vies for creation…Spiritual presence…Broods introspectively…lies serene…Immature…Never candid…deep emotional feelings…appealing light this magnetic balance…Reverse logical concepts…killer communication…Naivety’s…Enthusiasm…Systematic it is…sabers of the dark.
What say Gabriel…earnings from Raphael…never die Uriel...Send see Miguel…incorporated thee…Immortal Ye…wielding the shield that heals…invoked spirit…Lord only you…sending current energy…Pick ultimate belief…regarding all possibilities…Inside guide…teach soul lesson…Master situation…in every challenge...negative influences…draining diet…Spirit overcomes…best house matter…Overcome challenges…does now be renowned...Ye’s turning point…Saber of light overcome.
Clearest light…rooted in tree…eternal force be…Alluring optimism…telling you light is...Force full you be…listen carefully…Omni Prime see…weathering the storm…Intentions warnings…new impulses…Gains in perception…through self-touching…Humbling to Ye best…others support you…Unvulnerable master…romantically open-hearted…good in crisis…having wins Ye battles.
My Pearl from the Sea
How shall I survive, my pearl from the sea
Snatched away by a sneering storm at sea!
You were the apple of my eye, my dear,
Where shall I spot you in the immense sea!
Our voyage together was epitome
Of bliss just envied by the jealous sea.
Life without you is a vain adventure
In the wide expanse of the dismal sea.
Life without your wonderful company
Is like sailing a lonely boat at sea.
Let it go, let it go that scornful storm
That drifted you in the depth of the sea.
My heart is the seat of a strapping storm
That vies to tear me amidst the rough sea.
The wilful winds of that tempestuous storm
Are hurling my mind towards the deep sea.
If you cannot reach me, my lovely pearl
At your wish I`ll join you in the wild sea.
No barrier can keep you away from me,
Not even the depth of the stormy sea.
No ferocious storm can keep us apart
Amidst the rolling waves of the harsh sea.
If not in this life, surely in next birth
We`ll meet on the beach of a lovely sea.
I have a God given talent
I rejoice but not ever lament
They said it is a wonderful thing
I must do share and sing
Some may or may not listen
Even though as long as I win
Not of fame but of joyous hearts
For so long been gloom and apart
The high and low notes, I'll reach
Tactful enough to be on right pitch
I may swing in a fidget ditch
It's fine as long as I'll not miss
I will tunely swing both my arms
Harmoniously to the music at hand
I may open and close my eyes
To feel each lyrics in vies
It's not only my voice that sings
Also does my heart it rings
Uncaring the people's glances
Displaying this in chosen chances
By: olive_eloi
10:27am
01/23/2014
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BLASPHEMY
What the WORLD say you are
Versus what the WORD say you are.
They say "the child of human is human"
only because the human is borne out of woman.
They say "A puppy is a juvenile dog"
And it's birth have the others agog.
Baby goat is a kid that neither walks nor hoops.
The child of a Fox is a pups,
It hunt deep in the forest & mountain tops.
Baby elephant is a calf whose growth never stops.
The child of God is definitely a god.
Divinity birthed and blood bond,
Whisk back home with blast of the sound.
Despite the first fall jettisoned my crown
Apple bitten, inheritance burnt down,
Eden turned garden of no return & bytown.
The written word couldn't be erased.
Eternity is the duration our life is placed
To felicitate with our kind.
Everything produces after it kind:
Which means the child of God is a god
And never will he fall under his sword.
Protagonist of this truth vies with counterfeit.
Fanatics fails to comprehend it,
Fundamentalist fumes at the god idea.
Only the truth can set you free, my dear!
Salvation is the new birth into the "God clan".
The God bloodline runs deep in man.
With inflammatory loathsome lavished lines,
they cursed our blessed lives.
Blasphemy is their summary,
No thanks to their oblivion of divine chemistry.
The World fails to understand this word:
"Though you're IN this World,
Remember, you're not OF this World".
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 29th December, 2022.
One jinn butterfly flew on his wings three wishes lay.
One wish was for true beauty to grace forms caste of clay.
For though all things are beautiful, their mind doeth say neigh
And discord comes when envy vies and jealousy doest play.
And once man’s reached reality as to truth he’s reborn
The butterfly in me would wish true kindness would form.
Kindness, so that none would hurt another and fear be allayed,
kindness for each and every day, so anger and hatred are kept at bay.
The third and final wish my jinn butterfly would carry
Would be forgiveness when in weakness good men do tarry.
Each of us like the butterfly feel trapped ‘tween the glass
Praying to fly free before our glory days have passed.
**In Arabic, a genie (also jinn, jinni, djinni, from Arabic jinni) is a supernatural creature which occupies a parallel world to that of mankind
What today weighs light in your life
Would one day swell, feel fairly rife,
Pages of your life, getting full,
Would look ever so beautiful.
What seems today unknown to you--
You who has not known what is love--
Would when love sparkles with its hue,
Leaving today out of my groove,
I feel lost but not of my hope,
My love still gives you a long rope--
A rope that ties
Defies,
Vies.
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Musings |21.02.2025| love
Note: Time was when love was burning bright, but unreciprocated. It slowly lost vigour, a fact reflected here by diminishing size of the stanzas, and yet…