I’ve allowed some obstacle to become a barricade,
and God let me know I wasn’t making the grade.
Straightway, that called for a critique of my belief,
prayer brought God’s solution for lasting relief.
bootlicking idolatry
He’s a peculiar star
he comes from TV
ambition is his sphere
and his every line is a trick
all know him a notorious liar
whose business is schadenfreude
but many curry his sweet favour
for he has the cowards furry
and an actors need to be flatter'd
He has no quality worthy of entertainment
but we must see him every hour
for he is an hourly promise-breaker
for rashness, superfluous folly and thievery
the world has noted, he has no historical equal
In moral retreat, he outruns any jockey
the treasures of his idolatrous worshipers
he straightway began to strip away, by tariff
too late their despair they will proclaim
but the misery will be well earned
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Fool by bôa
TROUBLE (feat. Nikki Williams) by Parov Stelar
Who Let the Scat out of the Bag by Tape Five
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Webster: Schadenfreude = enjoyment at the troubles of others.
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Matthew 21:2-7
King James Version
2 Saying unto them, Go into the village over against you, and straightway ye shall find an ass tied, and a colt with her: loose them, and bring them unto me.
Reread the passage. A man who had never ridden and a colt that had never been ridden.
he tied the donkey
unridden colt, they waited....
a man rode the colt
***Waterfalls***
A river’s passage to rock-walled heights of mountain clifts to no longer find a straightway ahead along more accepting ground but to be soon upset at the sudden edge’s denial of place where
The dynamic current’s bed is sliced away causing the river’s chaos collapse down
Having first started first over Earth-exalted terrain then set hurtling down
The flowing river surging as if in physical angst accelerates flash down
Falling surprised nearly shocked but see how then seemingly gleeful and gleaming from above to below and down
Gurgled splashes in silver streaks thrown shining back up mark the. instants of how storm alarms streamed currents over to down
On down to spiral in a toll of rolling over and over on itself this intent artery having lost shape altering identity from river to falls down
Bottom speeds gyrating wrapping about hunting release to find a new dominion a new level healing ground in another valley of the opening light of life spreading forth…
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(c) sally young Eslinger 11/21
Thanks be to God
Out of the cage place I my turtle
On the family lawn the ground he hurdles
Slowly grimly he's so shuttles
Pathways not known just straightway waters
On the family lawn the ground he hurdles
Going where slowly he'll git there
Pathways not known just straightway waddles
Walk on turtle walk on
Going where slowly he'll git there
Slowly grimly so he shuttles
Walk on turtle walk on
Out of the cage place I my turtle
6/9/21
FOR PANTOUM RHYME POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by : Eve Roper
Pictured used# 4
Awake my spirit each day lord
With sounds of thunder
Awake me
Sing through my mind and awake me
Tumbling down from heaven lord
Awake me
Cast your spirit into my soul
Let all see I am awake and you are with me
Awake me
Let them see your power though my eyes and tremble
Let them hear your voice through my lips
Awake me
Be my straightway to heaven
Be my strength that keeps me alive
Awake me Lord
Please awake me
Let them all see you are still alive
Take your blood anoint me
Keep me awake
Let me speak for thee
Awake me
Please keep me awake
Yonder weeping tears
Wondering and weak
Undefiled and tender
Straightway comforting
Clasping her gingerly
Strengthening the soul
Replenishing privily love
Nourish might of mind
Disintegrating past
Renewing the future
Grasping new adventures
One connection of two
Traveling new roads
Never restrained
Tumbling down blocks
Always as one
When through my window flew a tiny bird,
she straightway went to where she chose to roost.
I laughed because it seemed a bit absurd
her perching on my bed post! I deduced
she'd lost her way, but now that she was here,
she seemed at home. She cocked her head at me
as if she had a thing to say. No fear
did she display, no sign that she would flee.
She had the sky and trees. What could she need
inside my little room? Why did she stay?
I offered her, from open hand, a seed.
She bent and pecked at it right where it lay.
The world is huge. . . we're free! Yet what explains
that from my room now pours a bird's sweet strains?
Oct. 11, 2019
For Writing Challenge, October 2019 - Bird - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart - Wiishkobe Ode
Faith Builders
Written: by Miracle Man
4/15/2019
The most natural response to any adversity,
Is to groan, plead, or seek another to blame.
But God has a purpose for each of our trials,
Though others, at times, we might try to defame.
The lord allows adversity to enter our lives,
And temptation is inevitable but sin isn’t you know.
For every temptation God makes a way of escape,
And with each temptation our faith should grow.
We can never fathom just what God is planning,
Because HIS thoughts are too profound to know.
We may straightway see results of our trials,
But always we’ll harvest from the seeds we sow.
Maid arise;
In a village house;
A maiden laid out to rest;
Presumed dead by the family;
But alas...
Even with witness;
She shall arise;
Maid arise;
But alas...
Her eyes closed;
Death clothes worn;
Family scorn;
Villagers and friend and family know!!
A maiden laid out to rest;
Presumed dead by the family;
Maid arise;
But alas...
The parents heard Jesus spoke;
"Fear not, believe only, she shall be whole" this He spoke so.
Those doubters,
He took her by the hand and called out
"Maid arise",
Come open thine eyes
ARISE
Spirit come again into me
ARISE
straightway come
Allow my heart to feel again
Lord, My God help me breathe again
Give me meat for my physical needs
Give me manna for my spiritual needs
Arise Oh! daughter Rise
Yes was in this village house;
A maiden laid out to rest;
Presumed dead by the family;
But alas... before our eyes
Maid arise;
1/7/18
WRITTEN BY James Edward Lee Sr.
A dedication to my Fisherman Friend One of God's Daughters
"AKKINA DOWNING"
In the famed halls of tainted justice,
on granite pedestals,
stand carved images of corruption
Sculpted stone countenances,
with etched somber appearances,
pillar levitate in Roman atriums
of grand pall splendor
Wicked dead visages
placed disembodied erect
in the mausoleum corridors
Sullen sepulchre sentries
to the crypt chambers of the living
governance sinful body
Graven images of corruption,
who clashed amongst themselves
in the mirrored days
of their fleshly reflections
In the vapor wisp of a contentious life,
they were united in a singular unjust cause —
to establish blood oppression in sanguine perpetuity
Their unturned heads now peer straightway
down the dark judgment hall,
whose steps lead to the pit of perdition
Bottomless fallen souls ...
vertigo shrieking echoes
silently muffled
inside carved images of corruption
The life without you
is like a tree without flowers,
the moon without the stars,
a kiss without lips,
long wandering love,
the weary heart may faint for rest,
and a body without soul...
The life without you
is like a drifting foam of a restless sea
when the waves show their teeth
in the flying breeze,
and wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed.
The life without you
is like village curs that bark when their fellows do,
a shadow of a great hill,
that reaches far out over the plain,
and the setting of a tropical sun.
The life without you
is like a sea-worm,
that perforates the shell of the mussel,
which straightway closes the wound with a pearl,
and rainbow, thou didst fade.
The life without you
Is like a blossom blown before a breeze,
a white moon drifts before a shimmering sky,
and my memories burn like a living coal in my soul.
By Seth Yuhi Musinga
quatern
The truth stood downcast in the lie;
dismayed she left their home at once.
She'd blathered on about someone
who'd fill her life with what she wants.
Distraught he relinquished his rights,
the truth stood downcast in the lie.
Their last ten years, straightway dismissed;
Though he loved her; divorce loomed nigh.
He sold their house, it held the truth;
depressed, he let go of that dream.
The truth stood downcast in the lie,
things are not always as they seem.
She moved in with love number two;
her demands outgrew his supply.
She’d reckoned his grass was greener,
the truth stood downcast in the lie.
written July 30, 2016
for The Truth Stood Downcast in the lie contest by John Lawless
dramatic verse
LORD, your mission I long to fulfill.
I know at times I hinder Your grace.
BELIEVE, You plead. -- I believe until
HELP is put on hold and doubts displace
THOU, God, the one Master of my will
MY deepest need is strength to erase
UNBELIEF -- to wait patiently still.
I need you Savior, LORD, my Surety,
counting it joy when I profess You are mine.
So when I fail to BELIEVE deplorably,
questioning your HELP, asking for signs,
O how very great THOU art, I sing to thee.
In your presence, MY faith I refine
and break off UNBELIEF, infidelity.
Jesus Christ, my unchanging LORD
totally pardons me I know. Once I
made my original choice to BELIEVE,
He’s always been nearby to HELP.
Reprove me, O Holy Spirit, THOU
can remove what I do not need-- MY
self-seeking pride, alas my UNBELIEF.
written 8/16/2014
inspired by:Mark 9:23-24, (when Christ healed the boy of demonic spirits)
23 Jesus said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth. 24 And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.
One sunny, sweet sunflower day,
adventure called. . . I went straightway
across those flowered fields of home
and facing west, began to roam!
When everything behind me lay
that sunny, sweet sunflower day,
gold rays were filtering through trees,
and bluebirds glided on the breeze.
Then dropping seeds along my trail
of history, I learned too well
a sunny, sweet sunflower day
can cease. . . when rains change skies to gray.
Years passed. . . My homeland beckoned me,
and I returned, surprised to see
seeds left now bloomed in bright display
one sunny, sweet sunflower day!
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