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There is a weapon belonging to God
one that strikes right in the heart
it comes with power that's not human
God moves along in no small part
This is God's great mighty sword
it's so sharp piercing one right through
coming with conviction giving no peace
till the spirit comes making one new
This is the word of God all true
which brings life to the very full
it's inerrant authoritative and eternal
to have it is such a precious jewel
A believer would have his very own
it would be personal to them alone
every day alone in their quiet place
meditate on His word to bear that stone
To have that powerful sword
so it cuts into sin in our walk
what a mighty weapon to deliver
making us able to walk the talk
A mother moans and bleeds
as tiny perfect feet
are swept downstream
motherless, unseen.
Plastic bag trashed with Life,
Placenta, - water borne
Small death-barge beached,
shipwreck complete.
And yes, it makes nonsense
to roll and tip wastage
bowled cold in sea
awash with bags -
unchecked, they won't decay.
Bottom heavy hidden
hoards face upwards...
broad surface breech
straight into heaven's sight.
No shift from 'No' to 'Yes' -
Angels hear those cries,
due date cut short
by ritualistic
ungodly rights.
Not entitled
to death certificates.
Undeck the family tree,
untie the bows.
the baubles were so pretty!
"The Way, the Truth, the Life"
Born to give life
for all who died-
gave breath to hope,
so resurrection
of tiny ones, deprived,
will give them back
their right to live.
Precious blood election,
no child degradable.
What would you think
If all washed up
on your shore, in your berth
Non-biodegradable?
The please think twice...
At least once more...
God's heart bleeds for baby.
He or she lives
safe in His mind.
Let's heed the need
to walk the talk divine.
Aqua Marine.
Written: 27/12/2019
Posted:Saturday, 16th November, 2024
When we are driven by greed and not need,
heart is consumed by cravings of ego
and although conscience continues to plead,
demons of desire we’re loathe to forgo.
If we but take time out and gentle thought,
shifting inward our attention focus,
we find we’re at peace, no longer fear fraught,
ambling joyfully along love’s locus.
Our soul becomes what we prioritise,
so if God search is our quest, let fears rest
and renounce desires as do sages wise,
that we may be by caress divine blessed.
There are no shortcuts; we must walk the talk ~
Choose love and light, oh hermit; do not balk
Ego no doubt played its role
but shrouded light of our soul,
so we now lay fears to rest,
that we may rise in light jest.
Earth life is designed to test,
that soul may rise to the crest
but God’s path of love and light,
holds firm delight, day and night.
With the flag of love unfurled,
thus in but not of the world,
we feel bliss mists in us spear,
till ego does disappear.
Ego that dies, never was
other than cause of our flaws
and with it gone, soul’s light shines,
as presence with God aligns.
We yet need to walk the talk,
taking care never to balk,
that awareness self-aware,
lays before God, it’s soul bare.
Let us walk the talk,
Be true, honest and deep;
Make no promises
That we ourselves cannot keep.
Practice what we preach,
As parents and elders should show;
Because the kids imitate them,
As the youth gradually grow.
Teaching by example
Is effective though made mild;
For what we do is weighed right
In the eyes of a little child.
Let us keep our words
That we tell to youngsters;
Or else they lose trust in us,
Even on serious matters.
Match declaration with deed,
As faith must be coupled with works;
Listen and pay attention to the line:
'Action speaks louder than words'.
Stand to be good role models,
Wearing probity and positive outlook;
Both old and young will admire us,
Let us walk the talk.
The path is simple, walk on it
Erasing desires, bit by bit
Embrace and release, flow with ease
God's grace takes us to the summit
Demons of mind, we need not please
Simply flow like the morning breeze
Love alone's real, wisely choose
Let now cravings of ego cease
Succumb not to lower mind's ruse
Life's a dream, we can never lose
Find out the truth of who we are
Feel how bliss mists, our form suffuse
All's within, not somewhere afar
Our soul's light is like the North Star
To know the truth, simply be still
There's no need to struggle and spar
Surrender fully to God's will
For pure hearts, voids within soon fill
We are enabled by God's grace
Thus easy is ascent uphill
06-April-2023
Liquid light crystallised as blood
Entwines with pranic magnetism
God's life force in incessant motion
Enlivening organic mind-body form
Forming an ego to navigate earth
Which is driven by survival instinct
Ego seeks our undivided attention
Within this world of myriad illusions
To enhance thus it’s own well being
Given this preamble, the path is clear
For soul to again become living light
Here and now, within this materiality
Keeping attention fixated on the truth
In alignment with voice of conscience
With our heart rooted in purity of being
We yet have to walk the talk, however
Moment to moment, breath by breath
22-October-2022
Although the endless aridities of mortal survival
Are wont to twist the very best in every man,
Honest be against the knavery of those around,
And always keep your word because you can.
It sounds smart to preach the flat waters
And later to gulp the well-brewed wines,
And a promise broken sounds a witty deed,
But the uttered word will haunt with its fines.
I will not tell you to walk the talk
For this you’ve clichéd to suit your aim,
And since talking the walk would be strange,
Let your said word be kept to keep your name.
An explanation may be the next best thing
But there is nothing like a word faithfully kept,
The honeyed excuse sounds diplomatic enough
Yet there’s muse in the honest payment of a debt.
"The Queen's Slippers - Part 2"
There goes my heart
with bags packed
no turning back
or final wave
seated hooded next to huntsman
innocent, gauche, temperamental
There will come a time
to save,
but save oneself
on this dark road,
one must -
There will come a time
to talk,
but walk the talk
on this dark road by oneself
‘tis the True Lesson,
to Win-Win,
one must.
A gold wedding ring
A delicate diamante crucifix
An open heart
Some words inscribed
Latin to remember
casually tossed aside
Sterling Silver
broken in seconds
That is the past
Life now beckons.
Lost. Much later. Lost.
A Soothsayer sees –
A Soothsayer knows.
A Soothsayer has walked
the same Road.
Bluebird's and Cuckoo's nests
glittery material things
carrots dangled by withered carrion minds;
True wealth are the hidden maps
buried in the Lost Forrest of Time.
There is an owl it perches
on my heart
digs it’s talons in like
nine inch nails piercing
it softly hoots, too diabolical
for screeching
The Owl slowly turns it’s eyes
towards the Reader
a silent voyeur trespassing on the kill,
it digs it’s talons in sharper
blood flows claret stained
drop by drop
into the Poison Chalice, again,
blood flows warm and free
it’s pumping with life yet, see?
Soon, too soon it will come
tomorrows are never guaranteed.
Above it’s right talon a sterling silver anklet
it holds life in balance, still,
Warm with life
Cold with death
The fine line drawn between
Imperious over lifeblood’s flow
Inscribed, in font Gothic,
The Owl’s name is POE
Gently, the writer places the hood over POE’s eyes and kisses the top of his head. Our writer, dear reader, brings out her Queen’s Slippers. Hearts are in her mind, she’s playing “NO TRUMPS”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)
1. In Australia, the Joker in the Queen's Slipper brand of playing cards depicts a Kookaburra, a bird native to Australia with a call that famously resembles human laughter. In Australian games of 500, the Joker is often referred to colloquially as "The Bird"
2. "Do You Love Me", Nick Cave
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZGPB4463mM
3. "The Day the World Went Away", NIN
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtmI6j3R-Y0
When it comes to a crunch, what’s our emote,
in as do we go with love or with hate,
for with latter we sink, with former float,
thus determining on earth our soul’s fate?
How may our reflex response be refined,
if we be as yet enslaved by ego,
distanced from God, not quite divine aligned,
feral instincts exchanging blow for blow?
The heart centre’s difficult to unblock,
since we are so addicted to thinking,
that we’re truly afraid to walk the talk
of what conscience says, the truth unblinking.
Be this as it may, we can always choose
without excuse, the flavour of heart’s muse.