To mend a comforter have you ever ponder to be biases free---
After eight unique life stories, you will find at last, atlas, a recess to be cellular free
Btw,
Ozone and Viola will start from scratch again, to inflict punching or hatching, her three
Whence,
You will remember pascal, oracle and Miraculously miracle all are turning black
The Orion,
In Mid forties, you do not need nieces and nephews to play along face booking
Motherhood
You long for so long to genuinely understand ingenuity, that sparkle on dew drops
Pearls and petals
And prayer bids that glow in the dark, and you play hide and seek with a gone yesterday
They all, as they
Soar higher in voice over fading a far for a distant sound, as the sound of the pristine may
She never called my good name
I never heard my good name, too
They both called each other with so many, so others, bundled a soar, that does not matter
Anyhow, anymore.
9:14 PM
9-2-2024
African poem by Nwachukwu Victor
REFLECTING ON EASTER
Once again, we are at that Joyful season
The time to celebrate for that one reason
He has paid the price
He laid down his life as a living sacrifice
In our darkness, he became the light
He has given us the power to fight
To defeat sin, death that leads to pain
He has cleared the part, and given us the way to heavenly gain
Life Itself has restored back to us
And the light of Christ resurrection has been bestowed upon us
So this should be the beginning of a new you
The beginning of a stronger you
Sent forth as a viliant knight
With the resurrection of Christ shining in you so bright
As you embark on this Pascal mission
To spread the resurrection of Christ as your vision
So in this season, Don't only celebrate for earthly pleasure
But to keep and cherish Pascal treasure.
Lua Rosa
A primeira
segunda
desponta,
traz a
Lua Rosa,
símbolo
de renascer,
com pouco
ou muito,
o coração,
com a Lua Rosa
pascal,
mais do que
um símbolo,
é a hora
de florescer,
de fazer
com pouco
muito
mais e mais
The scent of Easter lilies is everywhere
representing new life, new hope
As we honor the resurrection of our Lord
through a celebration of memorial love,
we feel renewed and ready to meet a new year
full of peaceful living;
From the brazier comes a new and blessed fire
and as we light the pascal candle as a sign of hope
we overcome the darkness of the tomb
and enter a time of great knowledge
For we know He is the alpha and omega,
the beginning and the end,
A grain of bread in a broken world, full of hunger
The scent of Easter lilies reminds us that we
can be saved, and we can bloom again
thanks to the love He has bestowed on us,
since that very first Easter.
Ruc Pascal Comeau
she named him after the place
where her great great grand uncle
was born.
She said he was the inventer of the
"clinchmens Clasp" a large
button that secures the front
of a ruffed shirt. He and his son
invented the thing because the
mans mistress threatened to tell
his wife of his misdeeds if he didn't
take in to town to buy a new dress.
Well the fella got one of his friends
to make her a dress but the top
sagged in all the wrong places.
The fella went and got a Brass mould
and made the 'clasp' and polished it to
a shine, to appease the woman. It
was said to have caused alot of attention
at the parties wear she wore
the dress.The dress was said to flow
into the night and the clasp gave it the greatest compliment.
17
Mammi.
Life has turned different pages written on my smile and rotten wits,
Under this muffled skyline,
We became Adam, Eve and Abraham We all were doubters.
16
Was driven by a recent future warning terminologist, pleading for sodom;
When she became salt,
We are only written in scripture.
A covered book judge by its cover!!
"Agbeke was written in my lost collection"
On her chest We chose our path?
Eve to Adam
15
Boys only,
Broken ink,
Lost cognition; pascal
Creation Of unclaimed languages.
Maammi……
Tonight I hope u dance to the shekere of abiamo
Your son,
A moon surrounded by stars,
Lost in the galaxy away from home;
Gazing at the destruction prophesied in the ear
Cain,
your lust son brother,
I'm diving in change.
At least
I can hear gangan at the top hill.
I will be home soon.
I
Does morality need some religion?
Does humanity need Creator, Creation?
If I'm good even when I'm bad
Morality and religion we must have
As with government, as with queens, king -
Humans need umpires in everything
II
If Jesus makes me a better being
Than I was as a Hindu, even Unbelieving
Where's the harm, if I do as Facebook
Created by Zuckerberg; WA; Telegram ...
Peddling many views, with some decorum
Hard to enforce everywhere, yet there's Reform
III
If God does not exist, and I believe in Him
No harm, no foul. Bonus: no hell, no heaven
But I was better while rising to a human Be-ing
Not just a human Do-ing, wherever I'm going!
. for public domain
( A salute to Greta Thunberg )
Children have but little wisdom
to guide us when to war.
Rarely show they seamen
their safest route to shore.
But like the heart has reason
of which great minds know naught, *
little hearts provide a compass
to guide the rule of thought.
". . . and a little child shall lead them," **
so sayeth Good Words of Gold.
Beware of what your child says,
but listen when the truth is told.
* "The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of... We know the truth not only by the reason, but by the heart." - Blaise Pascal
** Isaiah 11:6
"Is it a girl? I think it's a girl!!...Doc?"
Flowers form'd blooms from sunny Easter skies
Let's call her Sophia Pascal Peacock
Our first baby born with baby blue eyes
You were two, I'd brag..."See what I'm seeing?"
Sighing, your mother would cringe and quiver
"Look! We've made the perfect human being,
She got all the best things we could give her!"
Wisdom, passion, love flows from your spirit
So alive with drive, caring and kind too
Accepting defeat? No, you won't hear it
So...you know...we can't be more proud of you
Birth day, we pray'd, thank'd God that He brought her
Now sweet sixteen, my beautiful daughter
WHERE DID I COME FROM AND WHY AM I HERE?
WHERE AM I GOING? WHY IS IT UNCLEAR?
IS THERE ONE WITH ANSWERS LISTENING TO PRAYERS?
AM I SIMPLY HERE FOR AN UNSEEN SOMEWHERE?
IS LIFE JUST A GYM WHERE I SIIMPLY WORKOUT
SWEATING AND GRUNTING AND HIKING ABOUT
DOING BI'S AND TRI'S AND THIGHS TILL I'M BEAT
GETTING A SICK PACK AND THEN I'M COMPLETE?
WELL, I AM FAMILIAR WITH MONSIEUR DESCARTES
PASCAL AND ROUSSEAU, SHAKESPEARE AND SARTRE
I'M ONE WITH BUDDAH, WITH YIN AND WITH YANG
GOT FAITH IN JESUS, ALLAH AND THE GANG
IS LIFE JUST A HORSE RACE, BEST TO BET WIN OR LOSE
AND FAITH THE WINNER IN THE GOD THAT YOU CHOOSE?
IT'S ALL PREPARATION, A NOBLE PURSUIT?
AND HEAVEN OR HELL, THE REWARD, WHAT A HOOT.
I Am Because GOD IS!
If the spirit's not everything, poetry's dust
And if God's not our author, the future is rust,
And if I'm not right well then how am I wrong?
Or have you known from birth all the words of your song?
I'm not trying to tell you what I say is RIGHT!
Just that FAITH is my answer when things "Bump" at night,
I can study creation, but God's beyond ken,
And I postulate FAITH is one way humans win!
If my faith's not the truth, well for me it still works,
If I'm right and God's there, there might even be perks,
And if love's not His essence, then what would it be?
And if love, I think soul, hearts that love God are key!
But I'm not like Pascal; I'm not making a bet,
If you proved that God's dead would not move me and yet,
It does sadden me truly if you doubt His ways,
Is your death real, God dead? Simply logic forays!
Can you hear me? Consider this world, then, His Will.
Are we not well provisioned? Do you feel a chill?
How can man fear soul's loss who trusts Justice is fact,
But that Grace is sufficient, because of Christ's act!
Long Tooth
August 25, 2018
Blinded Nation's people were shouting:
crucify him, "he said, he is the son of God".
His blood on us and our children.
Cross smeared with his blood,
condemned, through nails
joined with cluster of malefactors.
2000 years of infatuation,
without acknowledgement of guilt,
there is no pardon and no recompensation.
Some were converting individually,
Samaritans, Saracens, Zealots:
Chesterton, Pascal, Stein, Brandstaetter...
Others have been scoffing.
Punishment will rotate as the wheel,
until Covenant will be fulfilled.
So tell me pilgrim what you feel
Do you believe your end is real,
That on this plane your looming death
Is simple as a lapse of breath?
Perhaps Pascal might give you pause
If you see worth in earthly laws.
Consider how his logic flows
And then reflect on what man knows!
If God is real or God is not
Our logic cannot help a lot
But still a game is being played
And consequence can't be waylaid
You have to play, so play to win,
If God's not there, then where's the sin?
If God is real, ignore your pain,
For endless joy is yours to gain.
If God is joke and you are right
Enjoy earth's pleasures till your night,
If God is real and you are wrong
Regret might always be your song,
If God is dream and you are boss
A smaller gain is not real loss.
I do not know what choice you'll make,
But I am clear the path I'll take.
In bets with God don't be a prig,
Your happiness is His soul gig...
In all your life have you been kissed?
Consider what you might have missed!
Long Tooth
May 29, 2016
My Laptop has a name
Its Apple MacBook Air 13-Inch (2015)
Its life begins with a disk drive
It got various basic dialects such as C, FORTRAN, or Pascal
It has a random access memory without brain
I upgrade it when the going gets tough,
I hope my motherboard would find a fatherboard so I could have anotherboard
It house input and output devices without having a home
It performs specific operations like physicians
It use a touchpad instead of a house mouse,
If you want to go forward, backup
It can display information in a human understandable form
It got gates and windows?
It’s hardware problems are due to truck driver errors
Sometimes its program is so sick
I feel like shooting it and put it out of its memory
Output and Kaput
It defragmented my entire life
Because I find its faith in technology amusing
The operating table on my laptop is called facebook...
Of Blaze Pascal the story goes
An infant of distinct
His mother, Lady Rae-Marie
Of her own instinct
Did suckle starving infant
When at last, he showed his face
To bless all those who set up camp
To wait upon his grace
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