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Happy Easter
Wish
Happy
Easter Days
to you, sweetheart !
Love !
Hi !
We'll be
in wed lock
to start new life
soon.
Let's
pray tor
Blessings of
God throughout our
life.
Need
Blessings
from parents,
all well wishers !
Dear !
Let's
take oath
for perfect
unison in
bliss.
A family member often criticized me
Initially I felt I was bad and cried
I lost my confidence, contemplated suicide
Then, I realized criticizing others was her habit
I never spoke badly to others
I was way better than her
One day when she shouted at me I answered back
You have no right to talk to me like that
Every time you speak badly you are tarnishing your own image
You also have imperfections, I too can point out
But you will not be able to take it
Think before you talk
She stopped for some days only to start again
Then I adopted another strategy I ignored her
She would say I am talking to you
I would still keep quite
She would stop
At other times I would just go out of the house
She would ask where are you going
I would reply I don't like listening to my criticism.
Will come back when you stop
I would tell my husband about her bad behaviour and her talks
Later I realized I was doing what she is doing
There is no difference between us
I stopped that too
Now she doesn't stay with us
There's peace at home
If someone criticizes you, remember that person is not God
You are created by God
Everything created by God is perfect
Those who are critical are negative people who cannot see positive trait's in others
They are not your well-wishers and what they say is best ignored
Never bother about others opinion
Never criticize them or defend yourself
Don't do what they are doing
Don't stoop low like them.
Follow your conscience
Be good, do good always
Be confident and positive
Our haters deserve our sympathy more than our reaction
Such people are miserable from inside
Their hate killing them every moment
10.07.2021
While I am usually prepared to forgive historians
for their plutocratic tendencies,
We, Earth's vast rabble of anthropocentric well-wishers,
usually prefer our political leaders,
our health and motivational professionals,
our community and economic leaders,
and at least our own parents and teachers
to demonstrate more democratically generous preferences
for remembering and sharing healthy co-invested powers,
not quite so royally elitist "We know best"
More bodhisattva;
less messiah.
I, for one and all,
prepared to celebrate more cooperatively inclusive historians
with more democratically dense,
bountifully matriarchal,
mindful wealth,
including radical abundance
of co-empathic trust
in heart-felt beauty,
grace,
intrinsic dignity of democratically shared life,
and indignity of autocratic death.
May Earth's Great Transitional
publishing and marketing houses,
and "gotta win right now
to later revisit long-term democratic
historically healthy win/win thrival" parties
Reconsider
reflect on
revisit
reconnect
reweave
our deeply re-ligious history
of nondualistic
co-arising
politically curious
rambunctious
revolutionary democratizing souls
and panentheistic
WholeSum Spirit saints
usually unprepared to forgive patriarchal historians
for their plutocratic tendencies.
Birth Day Party
My Birth day dawns
So many Phone calls wishing happy Birth day.
But the desired call did not come
My family was busy in arranging Party at evening.
My ears were waiting for the special call
Morning rolled into noon.
I became almost sure you must be coming in afternoon.
Depressed afternoon turned into colorful evening.
Party was bright with guests, friends and relatives.
Posies of flower, precious gifts left no room on the table.
I greeted all well- wishers eagerly waiting for you in vain.
You did not turn up.
Party was over.
I bade bye to all invitees
I had to retire in bed.
Only hope was left, if I could capture you in my dream.
I could not
Next day dawns.
I am older, one year bade bye to me
02/11/16
They married in their own garden under the canopy of a Wild Date Tree
An indigenous plant standing tall for sweetness and benevolent spirits
This one untamed and miraculously withstanding droughts in the City of Gold
It gave meaning to their union which had begun with similar unbroken desire
A small bonfire at midday crackled with pure passion and unified souls
It was warm in their hearts and droplets of faith embraced the heat
Shadows of yesteryear’s clouds had retreated from sorrow and sadness
Not long ago the two lovers had eloped into sunshine and started again
A small party of family and friends sat on the grass casually dressed
The bride in an attire from Camden market wore a rose petal crown
That matched the floral display on his colourful shirt which was in date
With Hippie dreams and nostalgic reverberation of rebellion and Peace
Her Anglican priest had refused to wed them ‘I need to ask my bishop
Who would have to absolve you from the sin of divorce and new love’
They found a Lutheran pastor who arrived dressed in African garb
Aptly with crash helmet and Harley Davidson with a roar to his engine
The lovers had decided against fireworks because they would resemble
Gunshots rather endemic in Johannesburg for all the wrong reasons
Sparklers would do nicely and sky lanterns floated into heaven above
Reached high rising feelings released bright unequivocal compassion
‘We honour our ancestors with all their beauty and divine guidance’
They proposed followed by clapping of hands and a rain dance’s vows
The sun sent its rays to bless everyone in the congregation of well-wishers
When it started to rain at the same time they danced naked in the spray
When such water and solar power combines at such a meaningful time and
Forms a rainbow presiding over the ceremony it’s called monkey’s wedding
And its display brings grace and good luck to withstand vagaries and misfortune
With a ring he gave her a wild date as the fruit never failed to deliver its promise
01st July 2019
News
New Born appears!
Great Gift of God to parents
Good News is delivered to all well wishers
Time comes to nurture and rear up up the little angel
Little one enjoys the cheerful childhood,
And goes through proper education and manners
And takes training to struggle and to survive.
Perhaps the being attains the desired independent adulthood
Or, destiny mercilessly terminates journey of life early.
Otherwise, the being either reaches the peak of success
Or endures failure in dismay,
Alternatively, Destiny puts a permanent Full Stop in midway.
If Destiny allows to continue the venture,
Vigorous, arrogant, proud youth
Inevitably merges to considerate calm seniority
But all along the path of life,
The being gets the News of the departed souls of some dear ones.
At last the Being itself becomes an Obituary News
Anisha Dutta 08/17/15
Any Sad Poem Contest Sponsor Broken Wings
3rd place
Your favorite poem from August, 2015 by Julia Ward
1. There was a father whom the Lord had blessed exceedingly, giving him, of His grace, a land goodly and wide, from the mountains even unto the sea, that his house might dwell therein together, and call upon His name.
2 And the father dealt justly with all his children, giving to every one his portion, that none should lack, and none should say, My brother hath robbed me.
3 Now certain of his sons and daughters had their dwelling in the borders of that land, upon the outward edges thereof; and among them envy was kindled, as fire kindled in dry stubble.
4 For the accuser, whose name is the Devil, beheld their peace and could not abide it; and he sent unto them false witnesses, clothed as counsellors, whose tongues were smoother than oil, but their words were war.
5 And these said unto the envious, Behold, your brethren have taken what was never theirs; rise up, for the inheritance is not for them to hold. And the envious believed the lie, for it was pleasant to their pride.
6 And their pride grew until it swallowed up remembrance; and they forgot the tongue wherein their fathers had called upon the Lord, and their own mouths grew strange to them, and prayer ceased in their dwellings.
7 Then went they about to root out every mention of the Lord that blessed their house; they brake down what their fathers had built, and blotted out His name from the doorposts, saying, We will not have this God to reign over us.
8 And when the fear of God was departed from among them, corruption came in easily, as a thief through an open door; their sons grew false, and their daughters were given up to harlotry; and the righteous that remained wept for it in secret places, and were not comforted.
9 And the envy that had been sown put forth the fruit that is Cain's; brother lifted up his hand against brother, and the ground drank blood — blood that was real, and not a show, and not a play.
10 But they that dwelt afar off, and had no portion nor inheritance in that land, looked upon the slaughter as men look upon a game; and they sent fuel to the burning, and named it aid, and named their profit, peace.
Another "I Do," Another Pledge**
I found myself confronting mortality in the guise of the viper on the day my heart was irrevocably broken. Deep within, I understand that he liberated you, much like the Meadowlark’s song.
Once again, I utter "I do" and make another pledge. The deceitful viper adorned himself in the same black suit. He donned the colors associated with malevolence during this second endeavor, for it is indicated that "strait is the gate and narrow is the way."
His countenance radiates as he feigns a smile, resembling a contrived pose for the camera. I observed the specter of death in his expression, reminiscent of Pinocchio’s nose.
The well-wishers murmured, "No discernment; what a disgrace, what a waste! A lamentable image of a man." The pastor solemnly proclaimed, "Amen."
I perceived death upon the visage of the haunted individual. The fissures in the antiquated brick wall emitted a haunting melody: "You stand before the altar as yet another fool."
Is this a wedding or a funeral—an evening fraught with foreboding? The middle-aged groom reflects a decline in love and kindness. Love, indeed, is blind.
I have many qualities and talents
that make me popular and likeable for my kindness,
and unpretentious gallantry;
ask me if I'm blue-blooded like the gentry!
I exist for a purpose and I intend reveal my cause;
honesty and shrewdness will guard me against errors...
do weeds grow in a well-maintained and embellished garden?
A grubby garden attracts gloominess, mine appeals to sunshine!
I have traveled down rough and dark roads,
grabbing the attention of bad-wishers,
who handed me gooseberries, not gorse;
it was a clumsy course swarming with rocks and thorns!
I exist for a purpose that puts fear into my unseen enemies,
who grumble and judge more than the-assumed-righteous-ones,
they are obsessed with their perfection and like to impose it on me;
but do they know that I control my destiny by spinning my fortune' wheel?
My belief is not to accept anything of worthless beauty,
I love to hide myself in the grain fields,and shake their stalks...
to celebrate a harvest more bountiful than sunflowers;
and I imagine myself gorging on fresh-baked bread daily!
O golden grains, your seeds satiate many that earn their hard living,
saying grace at mealtime...as God gives them His blessing;
and those hands that cut the husks off are much detested
by the elite with a feeling of inferiority and a lack of gratitude!
I exist for a purpose to bring glory to the Heavens,
that magnificently dazzle upon me in times of desperate need;
pity is an unacceptable word whenever they attempt to make a deal;
I change no direction and try not to fall into the trap of moral weakness!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Today, I found a wishing well
Made for someone who wishes well
And those who are well wishers
And those with dreams to tell
The cost is just a penny
Only a penny for your thoughts!
And if you have no penny
Your wish will be for not
Some might try to cheat the well
By throwing rocks or sticks
But, what good is a wish to those
Who're willing to cheat for it?
So, I threw in a nickel
Just for some extra luck
And made a wish just big enough
The well could draw it up
And of course, my wish was granted
I found my way back home
But I wish I had wished bigger
'Cause where that well is, I don't know