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afternoon stroll

afternoon stroll

I walked into a landscape painting made of chlorophyll 
in eleven variations, and there were no adolescent  girls
around suffering from sclerosis, but did see a pale face
in a car driving by, cattle string incomprehensively at
the painting
the heaven was pale blue with hasty brush strokes 
of fondly white painted looking like the top crest of
waves gone astray, petrified by loneliness
Rocks too, were green as decaying teeth and sheep
shorn looking ridicules and ashen among verdant
olive trees 
As the sun was about to hibernate and night cast
shadows on the silent stage, colors evaporated 
I thought of Saddam Hussein, already forgotten
had a daughter who loved him, saw him as tragic
a figure fighting the occupiers
This teaches us one needs not to be saint to be
loved

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CHEERING US WITH HIS GOODNESS

November 22 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Acts 27-28

Key Verse – Acts 27:25 Wherefore, sirs, be of good cheer: for I believe God, that it shall be even as it was told me.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CHEERING US 
WITH HIS GOODNESS

Praise be to God for cheering us with His goodness despite: 
Oppositions opening ridicules
Opponents offering reproaches
Oppressions optimizing their restraints
Objections ostracizing us in their rebukes
Outcomes overwhelming us with reproofs

Acts 28:15 Praise be to the Lord for 
giving us courage so we can:
Achieve with commitment by His graciousness
Accept challenges through His goodness
Act along character of gratefulness
Avoid carnality that is grievous
Accomplish for Christ’s glory

Acts 28:38 Praise be to the Saviour for 
allowing us to preach His kingdom while: 
Trusting His timeliness
Teaching about His truth
Toiling midst tests and trials
Testifying along His trustworthiness
Treading upon His turf and tarrying in His temple. Amen!

November 22, 2024

The Gist

A macrocosm lucid
gem mocks trainees
and their ignorance
-jalousies-American
counseled coequals
...French innovators
to state their belief,
it ridicules directly
it was smoked o'er,
gotten the Italians
amid the scrabble,
parroting its exact 
etymology, whims
'jealousy', being a
firmed translation
missed stated but
affirmed tussle be.

AN EASTER TALE

From the plains to mount Calvary 
there's a tale that remains a mystery,
of how one man, for our sins, alone made the pay; 
For our souls to redeem, he paved the way.  

Scorns and ridicules he suffered.
His dreams for himself were all shattered.  
A pure heart that bled for our soul's to redeem;
His love for us flowed like a stream. 

On the cross he was nailed without doing any wrong; 
A burden he was made to carry for long. 
The lashes that he braved left scars wide and deep. 
He carried our cross so we can have a sound sleep.   

Blood and water flowed from his side 
to wash the stains of our prejudice and pride. 
May his deeds be not left forgotten like past, 
for, he gave up his life for our glory to last.

Easter Poetry Contest 
6th place

Tit For Tat Don't Do That

Jon Stewart, sometimes host of The Daily Show ridicules Trump,
then dares jump to the other side and does the same to Biden.
His viewers won't buy that second one, all caterwauling,
You didn't warn me/them/us/they/he/she/vis or the xemeself
That you had intention to go rogue and do that tit for tat!
Go ahead and demean the Don, he's earned every bit of it,
But leave old Joe alone, he deserves our love and loyalty!

Claude Monet painting

I am devastated, dumbfounded, dismayed,
These people are so stupid, or crazy,
They threw some hot soup
On a painting by Claude Monet,
These people are ridiculous, wicked,
Who will listen to them? Not me,
How can you believe what they say?
They destroy immortal works,
These people are so stupid, or crazy,
No one will defend their cause,
They’re like child killers
Who come to talk to us about God.


Je suis catastrophé, médusé, atterré,
Ces gens sont si idiots, ou fous,
Ils ont jeté de la soupe chaude
Sur une toile de Claude Monet,
Ces gens sont ridicules, méchants,
Qui voudra les écouter ? Pas moi,
Comment croire ce qu’ils disent ?
Ils saccagent des œuvres immortelles,
Ces gens sont si idiots, ou fous,
Personne ne défendra leur cause,
Ils sont comme des tueurs d’enfant
Qui viennent nous parler de Dieu.

Paris Burlesque

Glitzy, Vegas-style seductive dancers
Lascivious lancers' lances
Glam and rock in hilarious fashion.
Quintessentially Parisian
Paris Crazy Horse, the most avant-garde
Enticing and sensuous dance and song concord
A fantastic cardio exercise that makes you sweat
Each wagers to sweat out the greatest
Well-crafted jokes, mockeries, and ridicules
There are arrayed dance arcades with rules.
Fall in love with this incredibly lovely present.
To the fullest extent possible, you will live in the moment.

Asia Is Larger Than a Novel 1

To live is to forgive, 
Asia is larger than a novel by Joseph Kessel.
To the icy ray of moon that crosses the window,
To the bee that stings your honey on the table of abundance,
Forgive the indifference and talent of New York poets,

To live is to forgive,
To his parents who scolded and lied to you often,
To the teacher who strikes his baton on the desk,
To the student who recites his fable without knowing it better,

To live is to forgive Joseph Kessel in the mountains,
To the nervous lions that hunt the elephants of Tanzania,
To capricious girls who take shampoos,
To the girls who want seducing cats and griffins.

To live is to forgive, 
To lovers who eat dark chocolate,
To the bulls that haunt the dreams of the Spaniards,
To the prime numbers, this ridicules our cute reason.

Confrontation At Trader Joe's

A video was on the news
In front of Trader Joe’s
Where anti-maskers want to shop
And this is how it goes:

The manager and other staff
Stay calm but do not budge,
Repeating that for all beliefs
They aren’t there to judge.

However, as a private store
They get to make the rules
With wearing masks required,
Which each anti- ridicules.

The store is well within its rights
But still the group won’t leave,
Convinced the law is on their side;
The truth they can’t perceive.

At Trader Joe’s, employees
Have been noted for displays
Of friendliness and patience;
Someone give these guys a raise!

Insatiably Needing Angels

Cluster, clan, hanging bunch of grapes
   -    bustling collection children I dreamed
   -    Far from rationale, imagination run wild
   -    Adult life ridicules, idea is far less esteemed


  When I babysat, pretended they were mine
   -    even the Asian one. Try to stop my stories! 
   -    Wanted to be seen at sixteen as their mother 
   -    Saw caregiving and fun sharer as ultimate glory


   Perhaps a great majority of girls feel the same
    -  playing with dolls, structured, serious business 
    -  But of course, options are much more enlightening
    -  High valued career compared to the longing within us


  Being tied to a community, sweet trip indeed! 
   -   commitment delivered, rewarded for decades
   -   Blink away your tears, perfection, I'm always here
   -   Each Mother knows her gratitude returned in spades





11th November

Diabolical

Diabolical

The fancy pride coming from envy is diabolical,
teasing with power to proof what is essential.
Democratic values diminishing by pretense,
ethical principles  and its hollow essence.
When genius becomes diabolical by greed,
and the system is the mother of that seed.
Evil ridicules all faith and delivers only fears,
controlling all slaves to its pears.
Algorithms for phony addictions,
the machine and the sorcerers affection.
The circus of political manipulated innocence,
turns out to be a diabolical cunning consequence.
Unholy grimaces for the pleasure of false,
Mephisto’s presidency enriching his pals.
Diabolical liberties to seal all souls forever,
capital worshipper by adoration clever.
Finding location in the doubting eyes,
and through gossiping faces it flies.
Fast magic hands that hide the tricks,
endless boredom and the need for a fix.

Broken: Rage

Stay away, don't come here,
Keep to yourself from now on,
I need to be alone now,
I don't want to do what you want,

You see, my mind is on a downhill slope,
Sliding on down through my head,
Sliding down away from you,
Because of the things that you said,

Reminding me my thoughts don't fit,
Don't fit to your foolish scheme,
My mind reminds me how different we are,
How you're not part of my dream,

You defend the one who ridicules the most,
His slander, derision and hurt,
Just to make himself feel big,
No matter how much he has burnt,

This adult you defend becomes lesser to me,
He is never allowed to be wrong,
So I guess my mind will be less here and now,
This isn't the place I belong.

Love Forever

      
         As  sky is ready to bid bye to setting Sun,
       Twilight spread shimmering sheen coloring cloud auburn 
       I reminisce our meet on lustrous luminous eve,
       your glossy golden hair is swayed by zephyr in fun.
       My glance glued on shiny Ruby on your deep cleave.

      Charmed to hold your soft smooth seamless shivering palm               
      Amazing ambient tranquil placid calm.
      Fiery exhilaration ignited passion.
      Your sweet lovely response acted as potion balm.
       Quiescent emotion woke up on aggression. 

      Dazzling dream drank delighted desires: My target.
      When left abandoned by your refusal, I forget.
      When mesmeric Moon ridicules me with a wink,
      Once you loved me most: With a sigh I recollect.
       My amour still alive remembering your blink.

No Evil

See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil,
is a ridicules approach without any appeal.
If you see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil,
you will never ever recognize evil,
and I would imagine that evil would simply love that,
knowing that everyone who practices that, 
doesn't have a clue to even knowing where evil is truly at.

Also, there is really no such thing as evil at all,
there is only learned behaviour that takes a negative downfall.

If a Goodbye Echoes

If a goodbye echoes when you say hello 
And tears concealed admonish your smile
As life abandons you without hinting why,
Did you miss the sound of her silent cries?

If you need to ask how long does love last
You haven't heard the moan of her heart
Where quietly she hides grief of her wants
And quelling her passion, embraces doubts.

Her sadden vibes don't well-up your eyes
And the sound of her hurt just passes you by
As contemptuous voice ridicules her plight,

What it wouldn't say, you certainly have. 

March 22, 2019
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