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Accept God's Gifts
God's graces are perfected by His gifts
These supernatural presents help us avoid mischiefs
Wisdom & knowledge make us aware of our actions
Understanding & counsel make us realize our situations
Piety keeps us holy and worthy of reverence
Fortitude strengthens our faith and sustains our patience
Fear of the Lord prevents us from sinning!
-12/05/2015
(Dumarao)
*29th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
Alone the moon! Along with moon!
I walk in silence, sometime laugh.
Mischiefs I do,"And it just passed."
Living, smiling; "That's what we do."
Alone the moon! Along with moon!
Skies closing eyes before I sleep.
Wakes me up after I go to dreams.
Laughing, hoping; "That's what we do."
Who knows where have gone the days of childhood,
when we too used to be children.
There was no worry or worry, he used to play in his mother's lap.
I used to pass the time in small mischiefs.
Neither felt hungry nor thirsty, used to play the whole day.
When I couldn't sleep, my mother used to sing lullabies.
She used to put me to sleep saying go to sleep my king son.
Childhood days were very strange, till the time we used to sleep.
There was no time to get up, nor any kind of restriction.
In this cycle of time, life spent in confusion.
The word responsibility is big, childhood was far away from it.
Who knows where have gone the days of childhood,
when we too used to be children.
They look at you with their shiny bright eyes
They smile at you through their adorable styles
They run around the house doing cute little mischiefs
They fill your heart with so much delight
They hug you with soft soothing cuddles
They charm you through their sweet gabbles
They make you laugh by their innocent giggles
Aren’t grandkids simply marvels?
They entertain you with their amusing dialogues
They treat you with their pretend-play monologues
They amuse you with their hilarious stories and talks
Aren’t grandkids simply a bliss to your heart?
They make you think by their curious expressions
They help you stay focused by their enthusiastic observations
They enhance your knowledge by their naïve questions
Aren’t grandkids truly an inspiration?
A day goes by in a wink,
Did I maybe have a heavy drink?
How Did I end up here among these shrinks?
For, everyone seems to know and say what I think.
My thoughts go wandering
To the good old days so mesmerizing.
We had our share of mischiefs and wrong doings,
Yet things always looked to turn out gleaming.
Were those memories of lost past?
Or of a different dimension for this universe is Vast.
The times I had basked in peace come at me so fast,
I am left standing at the edge wondering why did they not last?
A week passes by and so does a decade
I look for an escape that could end this façade.
I twist and turn on my bed hoping my existence would fade
Hoping I could simply wake up on the other side of this arcade.
Beloved is the heart of gold cast in he
whose dear life for would my own sacrifice -
how quick its forge and youthful alchemy
heat and cool in the pit of fire and ice!
In time the tempered blade becomes the man
yet I brazen youth’s mischiefs will see past
when greater filled do your length of days span
and wider does your gaze and shadow cast.
True is the countenance fair to behold,
fairer still that golden beauty unseen -
hearken unto me the days of this world
and let no fathered rebuke come between.
Lest you want after idols of this realm
seek our God and King in Jerusalem.
Written: March 2012
A will is set up
So that
It is valid
So that no mischiefs
Will come in
So that no quarrels
Will arise
So that no snatch
Will happen
So that no court cases
Will be ushered in
So that the host
Will be always treated as a host
So that a fair share
Will be drafted
And so that
Money and wealth
Will be a blessing for all
Is death the border or end of life
Before a rebirth
Is life the border or end of death
After a rebirth
If a dream of hell is a bad omen
One has to stop mischiefs
If a dream of heaven is a good omen
One has to believe in good deeds
As hell is the reward of devil
As heaven is the gift of god
So as a blessing, my dear
May a dream of heaven
Or something heavenly good
Is coming your way tonight
In return
May you please practise something good
In real life
In order to work or to prepare for
A day of heavenly good
Or a future journey to heaven
Maybe you have a lot of dreams
You want to build a simulation heaven here
But the heaven in the next world
Can only be built by God
And surely, you'll need an entry approval
Beautiful as the blossoming flower
Prickly as the thorns
To every undertaking
There may be some difficulties
To every gift
There may be a request
To every offer
There may be some mischiefs
To every good deed
There must be some sincerity
To every love
There must be a promise
To every request
There must be a reasonable reason
And to every prayer
There'll be an awesome answer
From the Almighty
TRUE MYTH
It's you I love
It's you I adore
Aww! Why dost thou keep me ignore?
I thought you gave it a second thought.
I thought me you loved before
Not knowing it was just for friendship and nothing more.
My pain, My Relief
Memories of you wanders in my mind.
I haven't slept a wink
I keep me awake just to see you sleep
Your enchanting nearness to me
Like a heavenly Bliss.
How I so crave for your kiss.
It's real,
It's genuine,
It's love.
It's you I love, my belove
Yes I do feel the pressure
I seek ye not for only pleasure
You're my treasure.
My Agony, My Relief
They say "Men don't cry"
Yet over you I grief
How I wonder why me you've caused
So much mischiefs.
Love me for once, even just a brief.
You're superfine
My sunshine,
My shimmering wine.
My adoration for thee is divine.
Thou dost labour because of thee
What's mine is surely thine.
I'm neat not rough.
I'm gentle, I bluff.
I'm noble, I don't puff
Finesse I have enough
Oh! I wonder why to love me is tough
My Relief,
All I have felt is pain
Alas! What will be my gain?
If all what we shared was all in vain.
~PhilzDpoet~
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Vulnerable honourables
Who wear the outfit of oppression
And vicariously dishonourable
Upon putting our nation to recession
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Magnanimous messengers of doom
Offspring of greed, kindred of impunity,
In conspiracy who prey on our security
Piercing our gallant soldiers with gloom
Chiefs of mischiefsare-
Peaceful promoters of poverty
Constantly canvassing continuity
In power and personalization of public property
Turning we entity into a nonentity
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Juristically judicious judges
Who swap judgment for payment
Transforming prisons to lodges
For penniless paupers to torment
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The various ambivalent voters
To whom tokens be given
In lieu who hawked their quota
Of fortune and their children’s children even
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Impartially official officers
Whose working formulas be tribalism
Absenteeism, favouritism. And those Lucifers
Dwelling on the deck of vandalism
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The series of sinister citizens who
Art devoid of fear of God
Perishers of our betterment at home
Crushers of our dignity abroad
Listerning to pings of the cattle bells
In the lower velds full of pungent smells
Soothed by sounds of cooing doves
Startaled bunnies and wild goose
Remember the silences of the Chiremba hills
Infested with colonies of pricking thorns
Where we Learnt and practice hunting drills
Afraid of voodoos of the Sacred stones
Cheering battles of fighting foes
Pitching on bouders and climbing trees
Humming flows and Singing blues
Traditional Beats by clapping shoes
Gathering berries for cruel bullies
sneaking on giggling Girls along flowing rivers
Drawn by mischiefs and their stimulus giggles
Odd times
We live in a strange time a music festival and no audience
Actors playing to empty seats, football matches without
the usual horde egging on the players to score goals
the very banality of the sport tells us of lives’ uselessness
our existence is useless, so we invent something
of course, it could be worse, say, war and boundaries.
We divide the world into small parcels, those with the
Most prominent patch always wants more and create mischiefs
And lies.
But for now, these childish things have to wait for a virus
Is harvesting us humans and no matter where you go
It will find and often kill you.
I know all outward beauties like purest roses wear,
And summer's brief warmth like eddy breath fleets;
Shiniest pearls do with piling age outlive their time,
And give way to sad eternity’s far gleaming sweets.
Tales of more glittering gems felled by time's scythe
Can’t and won’t amend my love-warped mind's twist,
That lauds you immune to swift clocks’ antics blithe,
Mightier than meddling night’s beauty-dimming gist.
Lover’s diction’s fantasy strings its eternizing tropes
That dub your eyes undying stars in a deathless sky;
Your coy smiles birth phoenix sparks that hardly die,
Indelible signal that real Love begets ageless hopes.
Infinite desire’s intense tics render your span longer
Than sudden death's shortened gloom and stronger;
Outwitting unfeeling graves’ opportunistic mischiefs,
Outfoxing timid decays and their love-thieving griefs.
Let's love as shiny suns soar higher over fogging clouds,
While knavish darkness dreams on in its veiling shrouds.
We were in great pleasure, it deserves some praise
We play, we love in our early days
Those days were touching
And our hearts were filled nothing but joy
We use to color the neighbours wall
And show our painting skill
The very name we paint is
existing still
In classroom we studied nothing but mischiefs
We have launched many paper missiles
To our teachers head
We did mockery in absence of our teacher
Dance, sing, and play
And show our professionalism in mischief
Those pleasing joy excites other
Such a retrospect of our own delight
Such pleasure we will not obtain
Our innocent sweet simple years
Will not turn again
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