Black poet by Adejola Joseph
Black poet
His skin is black but his heart is white
His tongue is honey and his hand is spirit
He is a mirror of reality
The reflection and shadows of things to come
He is the revelation of the Providence
The truth untold for ages
He is black
Powerful
Strong
Bold
Dynamic
Iconic
Principled
Honest
Disciplined and charismatic
Black poet
They (the Legacy media) persist in their use of deceptive practices with the intent to obfuscate what is true. They conveniently avoid facts, that are known, intending to mislead those who are superficially engaged.
The freedoms granted to the media by our constitution, as intended, was for the protection of the masses against rogue governments and or political abuses.
However principled the intentions of our forefathers in granting this freedom of the press, they would most certainly be appalled by the ongoing, intentional distorting of what is true, and what is currently being disseminated to the public by the majority of legacy media.
Today's abundance of available media sources, for those who seek what's true, only adds to the confusion and mistrust of this information. The media's use of their platforms to promote an agenda, or for the purpose of propaganda to benefit a political party or political outcome, is exactly why we are no longer,
(United States)!
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”
In the awareness anchorage of the mundane mind,
detached from the ephemeral principled roots
by the dislodging drive of sequential dreary desires,
untamed instincts envelope the psychic realm.
As the needle of perception compass breaks down,
the vortex of emotions drags the reflective mind
into the transitory tide of the entrancing times,
the inner voice of conscience echoes unheard.
The embodiment of unique sensual existence,
life is the construct of esoteric sublime elements,
suffused supremely with heavenly essence of love
within the benevolent sanctum of the harmonic heart.
Beneath the serene surface of fond feelings,
the benign mind transitorily builds sensory images
on the fleeting screen of empathic mindfulness
that persists untransformed to portray affable emotion.
Under the multi-layered receptive stratum of awareness,
soul resides at the inner meditative depth of feeling,
where godly consciousness is the light of eternal truth,
reflecting enduringly the aura of bliss with divine glow.
December 25 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Revelation 1-3
Key Verse – Revelation 1:8 I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, saith the Lord, which is, and which was, and which is to come, the Almighty.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HE IS
THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA
Praise be to God for He is the Alpha and Omega along His:
Faithfulness in flourishing our faith
Fervency in fueling our fortitude
Freedom in forgiving our foolishness
Firmness in framing our foundation
Festiveness in filling our futility
Revelation 2:18 Praise be to the Lord for having eyes
like unto flame of fire, searching our hearts against:
Pride by His power
Prejudice with His prudence
Perversions along His perfection
Pessimism toward His purpose and plan
Preferences upon His principled precepts
Revelation 3:3 Praise be to the Saviour for
knowing our works with our:
Experience but dry in service
Exposure but dirty in saintliness
Example but defiled in sacrifices
Existence but dead in spirituality
Exaltation bestowed by His salvation-security. Amen!
December 25, 2024
I am very principled person
My principles is
Where the delicious food is, I am!
Wish I could meet more friends
Not only personal
But also virtual or in social media.
Missing every memory
Itchy hand can reach to something
Can't only choose to give up.
My happiness is simple
Talk to friends and hang out
Life is connecting people.
The state of our world makes us grieve
wherever you look out, all are so sad
sometimes one thinks its never been this
but in the 1500s then it was just as bad
People living back then felt it too
being in such a disturbed state
they were so troubled in their mind
even then wondered why so much hate
God is rejected all over the world
especially here in the worldly west
being openly despised and rejected
His believers continually put to the test
The devil is at the heart of it all
planning and scheming evil's wickedness
his way reveals plotting to be anti-christ
seeking out those full of idleness
John Calvin lived in the 1500s
seeing and knowing such a troubled time
a stalwart for God's eternal truths
take heart from his godly principled rhyme
(Quote:
"When we see the world in such a disturbed state, our minds are deeply troubled by the fact that there are many who openly despise God, and who seems to have plotted with the devil to indulge in every kind of evil".)
John Calvin (1509-1564)
Each life sight be furled
Something keen and principled
Not owe to the world.
Inevitably, tears of love, of sorrow,
tears that stem from my heart, flow
whenever I think of your sacrifice,
the ultimate payment of a high price.
You were a principled, brave man
who refused to budge from your plan,
one that would shake a nation, the world!
Watching the horror left my soul whirled,
shattered, shaken, sad. You deserved
better than your fate which all unnerved.
Thoughtful you are even though you’re dead,
asking permission to have your ashes spread,
if the citizens would allow your last request:
in a free Palestine, liberated after conquest.
In life’s rich, cascading waterfalls , they bathe!
Sun glistening on their tanned glorious skin.
If a rainshower,later, suddenly, their picnic ends,
They simply, smile, and rush to find a cozy inn!
They do not seek darkish thoughts.morose.
Neither write poetry, wherein life is all a joke.
Principled, people, in fine, feathered.prose.
Respectful,never profane ..maidens and blokes.
Unafraid women and men of earthly realities,
So bless them all as they create with eternal vigor.
Humble, no pretense to be a second Maimondedes.
Penning ever of gallantry and dauntless vigor!
And there, painted
and playing in sweetest frame
is the timeless province.
There, suspended
by the arches of axiom,
with sputtering brushes
of wielded coherent structure.
I drown upon spearing fear
in the devilish qualm,
splintered to scattered scree
upon the wuthering face
of this old, roaming sphere:
in continuous form
and bristling invariance.
Here is one soul
stripped of fire's bite.
I have my tools at hand,
extensions of my form;
yet the tendons are emblazoned,
threatening to break
upon the simplest gesture.
I dare to say
that I do not live:
I am suspended in a desert
where life once drifted.
I once was electing Truth
but am now spirited into hushing,
principled in my lightened travels.
Within the clasping orbit of the craving life
I gravitate toward the self-seeking centre,
get sucked into the black hole of ego,
the survival struggle consumes me.
In the anchorless drift of the mundane mind,
detached from the principled roots
by the dislodging drive of sequential desire,
untamed instincts envelope my senses.
As the needle of ethical compass breaks,
the vortex of emotions drags my mind
into the transient tide of the changing times,
the inner voice of conscience echoes.
Beneath the surface of mortal perception,
my mind builds the sensual images
with the contours of new insight,
on the fleeting canvas of awareness.
Rising from the dismal abyss of agony,
I see the light of wisdom illumine the soul,
attain the sublime state of consciousness,
discern instantly the divine harmony.
I abandon the ego trapped in the psychic web,
strive to evaluate the meaning of existence
in the scale of soul’s quotient of spiritual wisdom,
the portal then opens to the sanctum of profound bliss.
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April 16, 2023
Contest : A Wisdom Download
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
In the anchorage of the mundane mind,
detached from the principled roots
by the dislodging drive of sequential desire,
untamed instincts envelope the senses.
As the needle of ethical compass breaks,
the vortex of emotions drags the mind
into the transitory tide of changing time,
the inner voice of conscience echoes unheard.
The embodiment of unique existence,
life is the construct of sublime elements,
suffused supremely with heavenly essence
within the trinity of body, mind and soul.
Beneath the surface of mortal perception,
the mind transitorily builds sensual images
on the fleeting screen of awareness
that shifts untransformed to portray new feelings.
Under the multi-layered receptive mind,
the soul resides at the inner meditative depth,
where awareness is the light of eternal truth,
enduringly reflecting on sensitivity with divine glow.
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January 21, 2023
Contest : Source Of Our Awareness
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Gentleman
thoughtful honest
funny encouraging decent
sensible practical plausible durable
unequivocal noble polemic
principled studious
Champion
Delightful Diamante Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
01/15/23
I knew Milton through his writing on Poetry Soup and his book, "Ashes on the Snow", (2010). A warm and intimate montage of his life experiences.
He was a principled man, whose deep family roots from the Appalachian highlands of West Virginia carried him through-out his life; where he inspired others, through his ministry and through his classical writing of poetry and short stories.
I am grateful to have known him. A tough critic that always added encouraging remarks; tools to hone my poetic writing skills.
I recall his positive comment on one of my Haiku's. He thought I was very good at this form; something he personally found challenging.
Milton leaves a legacy with a poignant and indelible voice, for our poetry community and far beyond.
God Bless you Milton ~ this is for you:
Haiku:
roots of deep passion
sowing dreams, reaping honor
rising with the stars
Date: January 3, 2023
For: In Honor of L. Milton Hankins An Un-Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
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The Underdog
The underdog wasn’t expected to last this long
The status quo, the elite were sharing,
Didn’t return as expected
World order in the balance, at tipping point
All those who were fed, are now struggling to eat
The world banked on democracies defeat.
Ukraine is still standing
Punch drunk but aware
The aggressor and expected victor being
Mutilated on the field and still the disbelievers
Spout venom in his defence, hoping he’ll
Recover and order will return.
But that’s long gone. The plan was three days
Until the end. They waited until conspicuous
And then had to act. Delayed delivery while
words dripped blood down the wall.
Fortunately, principled countries are literate.
When it’s over; the delaying guilty
Will pretend, it’s the right result.
Of which it is for the underdog.
Behind the scenes, in the corridors of
Power, they’ll rue their mistakes and
Costs will be counted.
Forever gone the good times; never be the same.
But when victory comes even the doubters and
Losers will shout, Slava Ukraine!
David Cox 05/08/22
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