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Prepare Us for Death
Oh Father God, author of our life and death
Be with us in sickness and in health
Do not abandon us even if we dare to forsake Thee
Show to us Your inexhaustible mercy
For we are limited, our time passes away
We are bound by Your laws, we have penalties to pay
Help us be clean in spirit before it leaves our body!
-12/12/2015
(Dumarao)
*39th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
POTD : 12.2.26
First Placing: Standard Contest
Sponsor : JCB Brul
Daisies could not bloom bound by debt of Time
we tried to unknot ropes tied across dimes
by deeds proceeding of their own accord
songs not written by either of us unfree
as white petals fell dropping one by one
Hours of tasting, smelling, touching lost
on battlefields, in barracks when away
you had to haste with epaulettes torn
I rooted a chasing escape, sweat dripping
tied to wheat fields watching babes chaste
Bald eagles soared above winelands stolen
gulls and albatross escorted galleon laden with longing ~ South to North, winds gushing
your wishes driven by wrenching penalties
seals then oceans carried lips and knees
Your breastbone turned from an unborn world
too pregnant in fluid womb of clocks chiming
fled you from aching loss of Love’s caged raging
stoic in withholding fist of sacrifice, away you got
drowning throbbing Heart in my own bleeding
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Should darkness stain the shields of my defense
where refuge sought holds little glare or shine,
depression takes its toll at great expense
that sadly taints this fragile soul of mine.
The fortress walls grow weak amidst the storm,
should darkness stain the shields of my defense.
The siege consumes me whole might I conform.
Such penalties fall savagely immense.
Surrender could abandon this suspense,
to open wide the gates that welcome woe.
Should darkness stains the shields of my defense,
so common are the scars I've come to know.
Armed only with the strength of battles lost,
survival rears its head as wars commence.
I choose to hold my throne at any cost,
should darkness stain the shields of my defense.
Usually, most men know right from wrong
Not everyone lives by the rule of the jungle
Women aren't impressed with posture
Except those with seriously shallow souls
Ladies want to be treated like ladies
Consideration always!...cocky and uncaged charm...only when the beast is chained!
Only some pigs prefer kissing beneath the starry sty
Men like that aren't real men
Especially when they brag about what a stud they are
A nasty nest of negative morals motivates
Disparity awaits their victims
Violence always seems to be in the mix
Angry little boys who break their toys
Now, their littlest toy is their biggest joy
Courts need to enforce stiffer penalties
Even if they're the president
Sex isn't just for your pleasure pal...you should already know that...you pig!
There we were
all lined up, the girls
dressed like little brides,
the boys in white shirts
and ties, hands joined
in a slow shuffle towards
the wholly incomprehensible.
At that age you believe in
anything you're told
though it was not belief
that was the problem
but the penalties
for not believing that
set a horror loose
to crush our little souls.
If you are lucky and live long enough,
Have learnt some lessons that are tough,
And spent time in the rough,
Along with your accumulated useless information,
You will start leaking words of wisdom,
worth a mention,
That will change the direction,
Of others for the better of the nation.
Of my latest leak,
I now speak,
And write for you to take a peek.
Sometimes rules of law should be obeyed,
And penalties for them being disobeyed,
Displayed,
If time for discussion needs to be delayed,
When the alternative is a plague that brings,
tempers that are frayed,
And information that is arrayed,
To suit those who see red,
Whenever they are asked to stay in bed,
So the plague will not spread,
And the human race will not wake up dead.
Sometimes leaked words of wisdom,
Will give a hint,
A glint,
When rule of law,
Should be against the law,
Of common sense,
Which will require acts of defiance.
To know when to and when not to obey,
Is something for another day,
As words of wisdom have stopped leaking for today,
God gave us ability to create crimes.
Each one of these are breaches of laws.
Breaches have been assigned penalties.
Penalties are designed to be equally applied.
Penalties are to prevent crimes from occurring.
Trump was convicted of felonies 34 times.
Therefore, Trump has been a convicted felon.
Convicted felons cannot either be successfully
vetted or pass a National Agency Check (NAC)
by Office of Special Investigation (OSI).
He cannot join the military, cannot be able to
vote or ever be able to receive a security clearance.
He is in violation of Declaration of Independence,
Constitution and Amendments and Articles of
Confederation.
These items were created to prevent a person
from being President of the United States (POTUS)
and should properly be enforced.
Imagine a world without holy books
No guidance on do's and don'ts
No line to console and steer us
No promises of sweet rewards for the good.
Imagine a world without laws
No frameworks to guide behavior
No penalties for wrongdoers
No checks on those in power.
This sweet world would be
A productive garden in the wild
Where every day, a monkey could be king
And there would be no birds that sing.
If there were no poets
The Constitutions, Bible and the Quran
Would be long books of prose
Filled with horror and bitter endings.
cannot bear the weight of all my sin
Alas, I fear, I’ll commit them all again
To add another pound or two of guilt
And hide behind my flame-retardant quilt
And so if Hell must have me I’ll submit
And stand accused of sins I did commit
And some, alas, that fell between the cracks
Of penalties enforced by dark robed quacks
And yet the penalty does seem severe
For one who made a mockery of fear
Now feigns the trembling words “I do not care”
To mend the garment rent without a tear
I have sinned in thoughts and words and deeds
To minister to those without a creed
A world of glass lived in by a buncha boys with rocks.
Fighting over es and whos got the bigger cocks.
What ya end up with is lonely and a foot full of broken glass.
Wishing ya had a ride but can’t afford the gas.
Limping home alone no girl by your side
Your ego got the best of you unable to swallow your pride.
Why is it the things we want most are the easiestly lost?
And come with the biggest penalties and come with the biggest cost.
Why are feelings such a vulnerable thing?
Play with someone’s emotions with words like a puppet on a string?
How come we don’t replace the thin glass houses we encase our selves with with brick.
Because you can’t see sarcasm or hear their soft words if the walls aren’t transparent or too thick.
So your left with a decision bite your lip or speak your peace.
Because sayin or doin the wrong thing will leave ya looking for a new glass house to acquire on lease.
And a new person to find whose walls ya can either build up or turn to shards.
It’s all fair love and war gotta make the best hand possible no matter how ty the cards.
Congolese leopards,
As Congolese national soccer
team which calls " Leopards "
won the Egyptian national
team which calls" pharaohs"
in African national cup,
millions of Congolese were excited
as the African giant team lost
and went back home.
Football has its reality
Many people thought
that the leopards of Congo
Would lose the game
and go back home.
They still have a long journey in tournament.
As they equalized all their matches .
One and one with Zambia
One and one with Morocco
Zero and zero with Tanzania
One and one with Egypt
No team
won them
so far.
Egypt lost on penalties
and Congolese became victorious.
It's a sick joke
free kicks for penalties
with no infringements made.
Such is life, missed!
His knees shake, he's feeling weak
His hands tremble and he cannot speak
He got an email early afternoon
It's tax time again - it's much too soon
His accountant queries things long past
But his filing system is not up to task
Bits of paper cover the floor
As he prints reports by the score
He can't remember, his mind won't budge
What he's declared and what he's fudged
IRD is breathing down his neck
Wanting answers now - he is a wreck!
Interest is charged, he is aghast
Late paid penalties are mounting fast
A refund due would be as nice as pie
But it's more likely pigs can fly
Complex tax rules blow his mind....
It's a bloody stressful taxing time
You’ve got me playing your silly game
For far too long that I can’t remember
When it first began
You’ve won every time
But now I’m calling the shots.
Every trap you set
I leap like a gizelle to avoid the snap
Each pitfall I found myself in
I crawled right out in a second.
It’s the same old pattern
All the tricks you’ve pulled
I see right through them
You can’t pull the wool over my eyes.
You had your fun
But the table’s been flipped
Pieces scatter against the floor
Table placed back up
While I set up a new game.
You won’t know what’s in store
You can’t predict these moves
You got no power ups
You got no “Get out of Jail” card
For this is a game
You can’t win.
My moves will get you lost
In a labyrinth of confusion
Where you can’t make heads or tails
Sweet talk won’t win you points
It only earns you penalties.
This game is next level
Difficulty set to Hard
You got no chance in hell
Your tricks won’t save you here
It’s game over for you.
Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever
Do not be carried away with all kinds of teaching
It is good to have our hearts strengthen by grace
Not by food, which do not benefit those who live by them
Jesus suffered outside the gate
To consecrate people by His own blood
Let us go then outside the camp
Bearing the reproach that He bore
Do not neglect to do good and share what you have
God is pleased of sacrifices of that kind
Obey your leaders and defer to them
For they keep watch over you
May the God of peace who brought up the Eternal covenant
Jesus Christ to whom the glory forever and ever
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