GIVING PRAISES
Your wisdom’s cistern,
Filling the cup of my soul;
Guidance overflows:-
My saucer of mind,
Nourishes my word-spirit
With uplifting joy:-
Your enlightenment,
Reveals all that must be sown,
That truth may be reaped:-
May your vibing waves,
Continue frothing my mind’s
Shores with peace and love:-
OF AND IN POETIC GARDENING
(Apropos Of A Tanka Flow)
First, plow free your mind,
Then sow liberating seeds;
Letting others reap:-
Cultivating mentally,
Fertilizes destiny:-
Gardening poets,
Continue to plow and sow
Inspiring word-seeds:
Germinating reaped wisdom
Fruited with navigation:-
Poetic farmers,
Laboring in works of love,
Keep nourishing us
With those cistern-juices flow
From your gardens’ word-fruits:-
Through this vast world,
In the onederful oneness
Of fruiting onement,
Praises to farming poets,
For flowing fruiting fullness:-
September leaves blow
erasing summer’s fervor
as the wind praises
Thanks, this scribe must say,
Grateful we woke up today,
Let's rise with joyful smiles,
God blesses us across the miles,
Seeking God's wisdom, no less,
Trusting divine plan, no stress,
God, hope we can all still pray,
Guide Earth's city of God someday,
Sent us Jesus, holy preacher,
Holy Spirit, our best teacher,
Grace sparks us, staying alive,
Thanks, God, our faith can thrive,
God loves His mortals anyway,
Even when the flock turn away,,
Praising His power, no need to fret,
Thanking awesome God, our best bet.
I come to bury Charlie Kirk, not to praise him.
I’ve heard his words hurt millions, but that that didn't faze him,
that he took Jesus’ words about sowing division to heart,
and is said to have use them to help tear our world apart.
So, as for my praise ~ I'll wait till I see how history does appraise him.
P=Perhaps we should have.
E=Ears for hearing, so listen more.
R=Reading time for a good poem to start each day.
H=Heart, show love along our way.
A=Applause for others and say thank you.
P=Praise as we are blessed.
S=Smiles to give away and make someone's day.
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conscious elements
Delightful pulse of lightening and thunder,
These elements, energy empowered,
Evergreen sages transmute old wonder
With silver rain magically showered.
Lightening ignites sparkle in my wide eyes.
Thunder fills my mind with stark remembrance.
Energetic discord strikes undisguised.
Away flows eclectic dissonance!
My praise goes to sunlight in the morning!
My heart rises up to gleeful rapture!
My spirit glides high, dancing and soaring,
In Cosmic realms forever uncaptured!
Roses awaken when Earth greets Sunrise,
But Rose Crystals are cleansed under moonlight!
Hope is a Jesus thing
Hope is a God thing
Hope is a good thing
Hope is a good thing to have
Thank you Jesus
For giving your hope
Thank you Jesus
For doing what you’ve done!
When you know
Then you’ll know
It’s all God
It’s all God
There’s no doubt in Jesus
There’s no fear in Jesus
There’s no shame in Jesus
All you need is truth and love
There’s no debt in Jesus
There’s no distraction in Jesus
There’s no condemnation in Jesus
All you need is grace and faith
The gifts God has given to you
You can’t earn it
You can’t lose it
You don’t deserve it
If you are led by the Spirit
You are not under the law
You have good fruit
Against which there is no law
That’s what they will see
For those that belong to Christ
Good trees bear good fruit
Faith by the same Spirit
Hebrews 11:1
Now faith is confidence
in what we hope for and
assurance about what
we do not see
(by ScottM written 8/23-8/25 2025
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Chiaroscuro ballerina,
Rond de jambe in chaînés
Jeté, jeté
Grand jeté
Mariana Victoria,
Your Seiren eyes speak in
Adamantine lies
Forbidden apple gates
Amina Afrikana,
Runes enjambed in chains
Adamantly denying
Grand opries
Bloomeria guro,
Your six-petaled cries sing
"Beaujolais, beaujolais!"
Forbidden pomegranates
When I wake up in the morning
The first thing that I'll do
Is Praise God for one more day
And look at life like it's Brand New
I forget about the worries
That filled my yesterdays
And not over think tomorrow
As I let God lead my way
Chorus
As I travel through each day
I wear a smile for my expression
With one eye on this world
And the other fix on heaven
Instrumental
Before I start my day
I take time to speak to God
And no matter what unfolds
He always leaves me awed
Most people go through life
And never learn this lesson
God put us here for others
To them to be a blessing
Chorus
As I travel through each day
I wear a smile for my expression
With one eye on this world
And the other fix on heaven
Of that body part men activate
to urinate or procreate –
as the case or need may be –
it’s clinical terminology
is still considered by many
as off limits in polite society
whereas its vulgar substitutes
still more than ever constitute
the norm, though by the puritanical
are condemned as inexcusable.
And, therefore, to circumvent
their use and avoid embarrassment
they’ve been discreetly sanitized
and inoffensively euphemized
or camouflaged, whichever term
will spare you to least squirm –
like peepee, whatchamacallit,
skin faucet, little man, or whatsit.
Whereas using even the proper
or vulgar words will cause a shudder
leading to outbreaks of friction
by those who abhor such diction.
Even a French menu word like “coq”
(rooster, as in “coq au vin”) will shock,
and unless it’s correctly vocalized,
please leave that one unanglicized!
To be born Canadian was my fate,
something I will always appreciate.
The PM of my nation
deserves my approbation
for he'll not abnegate nor bloviate.
The art of comedy's a sacred thing,
as fresh and precious in its gift of bliss
as when a worshipped one's initial kiss
transports us first. Like Fragonard, we swing
to Lena Horne's delightful rites of spring
on wings of wonder. No analysis
can pull apart a pleasure pure as this.
We humans laugh as nightingales might sing.
We're taught to think creators must be serious,
but humour's both unruly and imperious,
and ridicule's the boy-god's sharpest dart.
We laugh and learn, and don't let worries weary us,
for dreariness is deadly, deleterious:
thanks, heaven, for the comedy of art.
Praise Jesus Christ!
Who died on the Cross;
Without Thy great Sacrifice
We would all be lost.
From birth until death
You lived on this earth;
Enduring our suffering
To prove Love's worth
Though the sinners were many,
And the darkness was great;
You died to forgive us,
To open Heaven's Gates.
Not three days passed
And You continued Your Plan.
Freed the souls of Purgatory
Down to every last man.
Then You descended to Hell
To address the evil within.
Cast Satan into the abyss
Along with his shackles of sin.
You rose out of the tomb-
A sight to behold!
Your Visage was shining
Even brighter than gold.
After 40 days
You Ascended up high.
You departed from Earth,
As You rose into the sky.
From thence it was said
You would come again.
To Judge everyone
At the very End.
Humanity is selfish;
Ingratitude everywhere.
I bet sometimes it seems
Like nobody cares.
I know You probably don't hear this much,
But I'd like to say thanks
For all that you did for us,
So we might join the heavenly ranks.
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