Holiness and Righteousness seem far away
out of our human reach, it seems
but listen to God's voice through Paul
brings hope for God desires to redeem
But the Apostle here speaks from God
to put on the new self by His Spirit
without God's help, it can't be done
by His Holy Spirit's action within a minute
Christ comes and dwells within
to work in our hearts by His grace
providing His imputed righteousness
so this new creation portrays His face
As well as this greatest of gifts
Christ also brings His holiness
revealing His Father as three times holy
fills one with eternal timelessness
Christ is the architect of this gift
marking HIs image within His creation
now able to say righteousness and holy
knowing Christ in His heavenly nation
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Al tre: uno, due, tre...
Ah, che bello...
Bellissimo, bellissimo.
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Al tre: uno, due, tre...
Ah, che bello...
Bellissimo, bellissimo.
Cantalo su un'altra tonalità... ops, così è meglio... dolce, dolce... ah, il finale... bravo, bravo!nalità... ops, così è meglio... dolce, dolce... ah, il finale... bravo, bravo!
By Anthony Grider 6/29/26
They say the cancer will take me
My heart is weaker with each beat
Oh my body has been fighting you can see
Soon my God I will meet
Don't worry my soul will go up into the sky
Oh one day with angels I will fly
One day with angels I'll fly
Oh my soul will go up into the sky
Oh yeah with angels I'll fly
Up in that great big sky
Oh one day with angels I'll fly
With angels I'll fly
As I lay on my hospital bed
They say it won't be long
So much I hadn't said
But soon I'll be gone
Oh don't worry my soul will go into the sky
Oh soon with angels I'll fly
One day with angels I'll fly
Oh my soul will go up into the sky
Oh yeah with angels I'll fly
Up in that great big sky
Oh one day with angels I'll fly
With angels I'll fly
It won't be long
Oh soon I'll be gone
Don't worry I'll be up in the sky
Oh soon with angels I'll fly
One day with angels I'll fly
Oh my soul will go up into the sky
Oh yeah with angels I'll fly
Up in that great big sky
Oh one day with angels I'll fly
With angels I'll fly
Oh yeah my soul will go up into the sky
Yeah one day Oh one day with angels I'll fly
A wizard can't turn silver
into shimmering gold,
and amaze us with his magic;
a fortuneteller reveals
what's sad and tragic:
as days slowly unfold.
Never put your trust in them
to find Heaven and Hell,
even delusion won't offer a chance;
hear the sound of the loud bell!
Be held by arms
stronger than a castle's walls,
it's the escape of passionate lovers;
when all crumbles around us,
didn't the gipsy see any hope
in their horoscope?
Didn't worry arise the alarm?
Everybody goes
through times of desperation,
they need deep meditation
to face another harsh conflict:
shouldn't all put up the fight?
Never put your trust in them
to find Heaven and Hell,
even delusion won't offer a chance;
hear the sound of the loud bell!
Night was falling and she waited but the phone stayed silent.
Life was out there for the taking but she refused to move on.
What was the use? Her mind was made up, she would wait.
She would keep waiting till there be no waiting left to do.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I Keep Thinking
Of What I Should Add...
Hmmm... That Should
Be Added... And This...
I'm Sure There's Time.
ADD THAT TO THE LIST!
First, Make A List...
Then, Stop It.
Time Isn’t Real.
Just: The Idea.
-Gray Squirrel
05-29-2026
I'd like to write poetry like Billy the Bard,
But I cannot understand it,
It's too complicated and hard,
The "THEE THOW and THINE sounds so poetic,
And extremely eloquent too
It makes simple rhyme sound pathetic,
If that is all you are able to do.
I sometimes fantasise
That "The Bard" I see,
We are sitting together,
Drinking cups of tea.
We found it hard to communicate,
Or enunciate, you see.
I would like to write poetry like him,
And perhaps he would like to write poetry like me.
Borman and Anders and Lovell have gone around the moon
And charter trips in rocket ships may well be starting soon
We've reached a time in history that's called the lunar age
A frantic race to conquer space has now become the rage
Meanwhile down here on Mother Earth things haven't changed one bit
We bomb and raid what we have made led on by some half-wit
Man doesn't stop and try to save the treasures that are near
Let's lock the latch on the booby hatch—the loony age is here
In this age of abandoned libraries
and split-second answers
my biggest rebellion
is thought-
art created by a soul
for a soul
A wizard can turn silver
into glimmering gold
and amaze us with his magic;
a fortuneteller reveals
what's sad and tragic
as days slowly unfold!
Never put your trust in them
to find Heaven and Hell,
even delusion won't offer a gem;
hear the sound of the loud bell!
Be held by arms stronger
than a castle's walls,
it's the escape of passionate lovers
when all crumbles around them;
didn't the gypsy see any hope
in their horoscope?
Didn't worry raise the alarm?
Everyone goes through times
of desperation,
they need deep meditation
to survive another
harsh conflict;
shouldn't all put up the fight?
Never put your trust them
to find Heaven and Hell,
even delusion won't offer a gem:
hear the loud sound of the bell!
Beowulf's skinny legs sported no pants
he devoured his prey, then licked off the ants
King Lear didn't have to book a plane
he'd already gone insane
Ordered not to check his bloody bags
Macbeth trusted three old British hags
Sir Michael Jackson would not remove his glove
his hands were even whiter, kind of
She put a spell on him
he almost fell off his broom
the first time he saw her
his heart went zoom zoom
other warlocks were eager to see more of her too
she was a beauty with raven hair and eyes a lovely hue
he followed her around like a sheep who was lost
he gave up family and friends, a rather small cost
she thought he was hilarious
kept him on a thread for awhile
but then she cut him loose
and left with his brother Hank, who was also beguiled.
The Father is never overwhelmed
Or put off by our problems
He can help us
He gives us the tranquillity
Despite the situation as
We learn to trust Him.
When our Heavenly Father Speaks
Things change; we might look weak, but
Things change because of the Promises of God!
The Truth of His Word and
The certainty of His ability is a beautiful reality.
Fixing our eyes on Jesus refocuses us
And things start to change because of the promises in the Bible.
Mark Frank
Zero tolerance for stupid nonsense.
Please tell me I'm wrong and misunderstanding.
I'm trying to stay optimistic.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
Who put me here — I ask the Wind —
It answers with a sigh —
“The Door was opened silently —
You entered passing by”
The Truth stands like a narrow Path--
With Brambles at each side —
It asks me where I’m traveling
And why I chose to hide —
My Destiny — a folded Map
That Heaven did not seal —
Its ink is written in my Pulse
Its border drawn in Zeal —
How shall I do — what You desire —
If You refuse Your Face?
The Stars recite Instructions — yet
They speak in borrowed Grace —
And when my Task is finished here —
May I depart in Light?
Or must I knock on Heaven’s Gate
And plead my mortal Right —
Will they receive me — once again —
Or bar me from the Sky?
The Angels wear familiar looks —
But never tell me why —
What shall I wear — before the Throne —
My Dust — or borrowed Flame?
Does God require a Robe of Gold
Or only my true Name —
Is God — a Voice inside my head?
A Silence wide as Sea?
Which God are we discussing now —
Theirs — or the Voice inside of Me?
I wait beside Eternity
With barefoot trembling breath —
Until the Author lifts the Pen
And edits Life from Death.
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