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Allegory Of Lazarus And The Rich Man

The ending of your salvation
Is the ending of your life
Like Lazarus he's very poor
He wear sack cloth, he's sick
He only eat the crumbs under the rich man's table
The rich man has all the things in life
He is famous, he's powerful, he's respected
Death is the equalizer of life
Lazarus died, the rich man also died
Lazarus died angel came and bring Lazarus to heaven
The rich man died, for few seconds
He open his eyes and he's in the torment of hell
The rich man made so much request to Abraham
To send Lazarus to send back to Earth and preach to his 5 brothers
The rich man became an Evangelist this time
Requesting somebody must preach repentance to his house
To know avail his request wasn't granted
No more rewinding of life, no turning back my friends
We have given 70 years on Earth
To find that salvation in our life
If you can't, negotiate to Him, pray to God
If you find that salvation, repent and surrender
Sign the covenant and do His will no matter what.

We Are So Connected, Yet We Can’t See Each Other Anymore

We sit inches apart,
glowing screens between us,
a thousand miles wide.

We speak in echoes,
algorithm-fed replies,
pre-packaged thoughts
we never owned.

I send you a message.
You send back a reaction.
A digital thumb,
a cartoon heart,
a flicker of presence—
then gone.

We gather in crowded rooms,
silent, heads bowed in reverence
to the gospel of notifications.
A congregation of ghosts,
all here,
all absent.

Your voice is there, but flattened.
Your eyes are there, but dimmed.
I reach for you—
but you are buffering.

And yet, we post proof of life,
a curated display
of curated selves,
hoping someone, somewhere,
will see beyond the pixels,
will touch something real.

But no one does.

Because we are so connected,
yet we can’t see each other anymore.

Looking for my place to be

I’ve been long travelling
Across that old ocean
And I’ve seen what was meant
In those long times passed

And what will I send back to you
Diamonds you’ll wear forever
Sparkling shining brightly
For you to remember me

But don’t expect me to return
As I will set my sail to cross that sea
Taking direction from strangers
Looking for my place to be.

Paul Warren Poetry

Sea Horse Mine

   Curled tail,
   Tucked beneath the horse head.
   Eyes open wide,
   Seeking plastic inside.
   Too remove from the waters,
   Sliding across the waves.
   Catching folds of water filled with trapped fish.
   Holding each life.
   Seeing the last twitch.


   The Sea Horse Mine gathers balls of glittering plastic.
   Mountains of bottles and nets.
   Unfortunate straps floating by are last,
   Piled high.
   The Sea Horse Mine,
   Would like to send back,
   All the human made trash!

Love

It is the highest vibration
So why wouldn't you choose it?
It emancipates all stagnation
So please never refuse it

When it comes, embrace it and hold fast
But make sure to let go, too
Send back the sweetness that's long last
This abundance God has for you

Evening Prayer

My soul desires true love’s embrace.
Its sweetness soothes the bitter taste,
prolonged by uncommitted arms,
that dole me crumbs of passion's charms.

I dream of life once blessed with bliss,
a night romance with morning kiss.
Yet now a heaviness of heart
saw not his leaving at the start.

Oh Father, bless my downcast soul,
still seeking love while growing old.
My days are colored cobalt blue.
Send back this man with his love true.

8/10/2023

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Break the Toxicity

As each day is ending
To our beds our bodies wend,
Balance restoration
Is a necessary end.
Send back the negativity
Restore your inner calm
Regain your stolen energy
Equilibrium your balm.
Break the cycle of toxicity
Crack open wide the sour,
Release your positivity
Let kindness be your power.

When

When those we send back to the moons surface,
those we dispatch to those lifeless planets
that hang dead-boned and airless
in our small corner of space;
when they who reach and explore,
colonize and construct,
will they eventually construe
what we knew all along
that we who dwell on Earth
are the one reason for God to exist.
That God is here in the fruitful soil
of this garden
where eternal life has planted its heart.

Emperor of Souls

Look at you, what do you see? 
Do you see a painting or a poetry? 
The art in you is such a mystery- 
A craft molded from his imagery. 

You are a sculpture made of finest stone,
With His own hands that brought you to hone;
You're a unique and precious masterpiece,
Your value does not depreciate. 

You're a mighty hand that conquers the winds; 
Your thundering voice echoes through the waves; 
Your soaring uproar can send back the tides
You're an emperor in your own rights. 

You rule across the fields of your destiny; 
Your fate is your own chancellery; 
You are as mighty as Napoleon 
For you have an empire of your own. 

You rule across space and time;
You reign within your own realm;
For The Lord gave you His image
So you could rule in peace like sage. 

The Lord gave you your dominion,
You command a vessel of your own;
May such vessel steer you to greatness, 
May your decrees show forth His prowess. 

September 18, 2022

To Lighten the Load

To lighten the load, I suggest 
stop adding to the stack. 
Next, are there things you could sell,
return … perhaps send back?

Perhaps your load is more challenging, 
than just, a lot of things.
Perhaps load is a lack of funds,
and all the stress … that brings.

Perhaps your load is more serious,
involves illness or death.
Or involves life’s uncertainties
that takes away … your breath.

Perhaps this, or perhaps that, but 
one thing I know for sure!
Know the name of “someone special,”
who’ll help you … to endure.

His name, a name Christ always knew,
a name that he made known.*
Psalm 83:18 verse where,
Jehovah’s name … is shown.

*The “hearer of prayer,” Jehovah,
is God’s personal name.
Not responsible for your loads,
so please … God never blame.

To lighten loads, may I suggest,
Jehovah, get to know.
Christ in tears, called on Jehovah,*
same trust … I pray we’ll show.

Breaking Fart News

BREAKING NEWS

We have breaking news right here on the soup!
You can travel back in time if you write about poop.
Back to sixth grade is where we’ll get sent.
There is a time machine waiting that’ll send back our scent.

We can giggle at farts that we rip in the hall.
Or maybe grease one out when we pick up a ball.
Back to sixth grade? Where do I sign?
That would be better than reading poems that whine all the time.

From the seat of our bikes, we’d pass gas all around.
A smellier bunch would never be found.
Just don’t lite a match, it could blow down your door.
We all could read comics about Iron Man and Thor.

For a seat back in time, a stinker I’ve got.
If it’s all about poop, then I’ll give it a shot.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this rhyme I’ve sent forth.
It’s a fart just for you, sent down from the North.

Acronyms and Mom

Mom says she doesn't text in letters, I answer IK
She says she isn't going to learn whatever is IDK

When she is waiting for me I tell her BRB
And she asks me what is a GIF or a JPG

I will try to show her how to use them ASAP
When I get the text back later that its NYOB

So I send back an uplifting LMAO
I plan to tell her why its IMO

She replies with understanding: IK now what IDK
Is that a PIC is a JPG and asks if maybe IDK

3-24-2021

Home Work

This World is going to be restarted 
Sooner the schools ready to reopen
Asked to get closed all school goers
Distanced from schools from all corners 
Some kids may not send back to schools
Nancies to take in hand new set of tools 
Edisons to teach what are learning norms 
Learn to earn not but to live, from homes

Winter In Boston

Last Monday he went up to Boston
He took his big sweater in case
Now it's below zero in Boston
The poor man got frozen in place

Oh, send back his body from Boston
We'll bury him here in the sand
It's warmer down here in Austin
He wasn't a travellin' man

He thought he could make himself great wealth
Instead he got froze to a door
Didn't know nothin' 'bout weather
He thought that's what sweaters was for

Oh, send back his body from Boston
We'll bury him next to his Pa
 I can hear him swearing 'bout Yankees
"Coldest place that I ever saw!"


1-19-20
Contest: Strand Choice
Sponsor: Brian Strand

The Ship

The Ship

The sails were white, except the spinnaker. 
That was bright blue like the sky above. 
In the center was an eagle, wings spread, claws out. 
To call her pirate, would be… to do her wrong. 
She was more, much more. 

Her crew were tall, not under fed. 
They came from every nation. 
The call, was like a song. 

“Come, come to the stars, to lands and worlds far away.”
It was from every mouth, on every breath. 
Adventure.

Treasure maps sold at the corner, the five and dime plus. 
See everything, miss nothing. 
Buy a card to send back home. 
Leave it in the box…
At the front. 

Words could not express, the music was so sweet. 
The draw, the pull, the magic of someplace new…
Responsibility pulling everything down, 
like an anchor on reality.
The promise…
let go.

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