Often times referred to as the head of the house,
We have no say unless the boss has her say first.
Yet in this gentle dance of love and order,
A father stands with steady, patient grace.
Role model for growing successors,
He walks the path so they may follow true.
A source of diffused wisdom with the Lord's help,
He offers guidance born of faith and trial.
Daughter's favorite person,
Whose arms bring comfort, whose words bring light.
Son's favorite emulator,
Whose steps they watch and seek to match with might.
Placed by God as the nucleus of the family,
He holds the center with humble, quiet power.
Through laughter shared and burdens gently borne,
He reflects the Father's endless, steadfast love.
On this day we honor you, dear fathers near and far,
For every sacrifice made in silence,
For every prayer whispered in the dark,
For every lesson wrapped in daily care.
May the Lord who placed you in this sacred role
Fill your heart with peace and joy untold.
For in your strength, we see His hand at work,
A blessing to your home, a gift to this world.
Happy Father's Day.
487.
Prayer for Parents
Oh Father God, we pray for all parents
That they may be granted grateful adherents
Oh Lord Jesus, we pray for every parent
That they love their children God has sent
Oh Holy Spirit, we pray for the progenitors
That they be a role model to their successors
This we pray to our One True God. Amen.
-12/25/2015
(Dumarao)
*Prayer Poems for Christmas
The Play:The Crucible
with Music by:Mastro Astéri Tis Dimofilís Mousikís
and the Thematic Orchestra
Front of House
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performance, and logistical jargon
from the performer's perspective
repeating a phrase to fill time
Essential stage musician
Upstaged backstage
they sang the new song
then the original cast of singers
looked to them with a sadness
that was visible and bowed to
their successors without a fuss
or argument
When the curtain opened
they had been prepared to
entertain flabbergasted
the delay in the starting of the show
had the audience worried
but when the show began everyone was
flabbergasted
Black Garlic and White Truffle Sauce
"Aint Gonna Waste My Time (loving You)
written by: Diggle Dame Domoss and Tangle Tanner Tissle
of "Do Rite Music Company"
A Media One Music Affliate
It took the black magic years
To earn the hand-me-down crown —
A crown admired by eager successors
In this hypocritical town.
It took only a minute,
A second to be specific,
To evacuate the soul from his body,
Leaving his carcass behind, rotting in hell.
Power is sweet—
But it rots the tongue that never lets go.
I walked through Russia—
Putin, your winter has come.
Teach the young before they forget your name.
Museveni—
Since 1986 you’ve ruled like time owes you breath.
It doesn’t.
Kagame—
Two decades and more,
Can’t you hear the youth knocking on your gates?
Lukashenko—
You turned elections into mirrors of yourself.
But mirrors break.
Obiang—
Forty-two years in power—
Even kings grow old,
Even gods fall silent.
Leadership is not possession—
It’s a sacred loan.
Return it with honor before death reclaims it by force.
A true ruler births successors,
Not statues in his own shadow.
The people are not your servants,
Power is not your bloodline.
It is fire—
And fire burns the hand that clings too long.
When the curtains close,
Will you be remembered as a leader—
Or a warning?
The Roman Catholic Church is a congregation of all baptized persons
United in the same true faith
The same sacrifice
And under the Holy Father
The Pope
Father Christ founded the Roman Catholic Church to bring all men to Eternal salvation
Father Christ gave the power to teach
To sanctify
And to rule the members of His Church to the Apostles
The 1st Bishops of the Church
The successors of Apostles are the Bishops of the Roman Catholic Church
Father Christ gave special power in His Roman Catholic Church
To St. Peter
By making Him the head of the Apostles
The chief teacher
And ruler of the entire Church
The Successor of St. Peter is the Holy Father
The Bishop of Rome
The priests
Especially Parish Priests
Help the Bishop in the care of the Souls
there there personality
now and why
soldiers find when its you
who needs to stop
when you support me
on anothers list
and you figured
buttons at home
on a couch
missing me
can't relay the rate
price perfect admission to fate
how checkmate louds
in feathered quills
history and castle
my water is salts
salts black
atlantic and cracks of thatchlings
woven networks or earth
butter churning dreams of toast
and meaning something
young liberty
learn crying and dying's language
she and her heard's probate at gavel
stigmatic, reverent and observant
monochrome
Let’s Rap
That’s while
Rapping Poet Style
Words assured
Focused accord
Word verse by verse
Experience and influence
Striving endurance
No curse in any verse
Some say Rapping Poet’s won’t and can’t
It’s will and shall
Cut the negative noise
Enrich the positive fact
Rapping Poets are successors
Sometimes we might sound like Professors
Too the world, we want to be heard
We take a lot of tolerance
We don’t want our words pushed under a dusty rug
Don’t call us a Thug
We need to write, and that is a must
No minus all pluses
Our thoughts pure inspiration our own
Rapping Poets want that be known
We are everywhere
We are known as the BEYOND COMPARE
Different in all aspects
What you would expect
We are our own effect
What you read is what you get
No regrets
Taking chances
Feeling confident
Exposing who we are
We function like a car
Always on the go
Rapping Poet
Wonder and Intrigue
Always on proceed
Not in need
On our own terms
Want readers to listen and understand
Rapping Poets that is our only demand.
Sometimes I wonder…
As I read the past poets, great writers,
With offerings of words
Who will ever be, so sweet - they shall not fade.
But, then I read the current poetry –
Modern thoughts with a modern muse,
And I’m sensing that, if we should meet with one,
Who wrote the best, the greatest, the insightful,
We might be sadly pressed… to give these authors,
Our recompense,
Though we never would say the words,
We lack the same reverence, the same awe,
Admiration for those whose gifts…
Aspire to offer our hearts the greatest genius.
Would we recognize, today…
The wonder of poetry that can honestly say…
It will be gathered and assembled,
Collected for the day – when our poetic successors
Read the words that can still –
Still a heart, warm a soul, and bring to readers…
Joys untold, wonders so bold, lingering praise,
For poets who reign in eternal grace,
Plodding away, in complete assurance, that their words…
Shall go down in history, forever and always –
Poetic legends, notorious for their breathless pens,
Their tender embrace – the amazing way they portray…
Lovely lights beyond the poet’s persuasion.
Cramped steps acquaint heavy hatch reluctant
Cushion hush cellar isolate, harsh sun migraines
Catapulted myopic into apocalyptic destruction
Crumple of coastal community permits my gains
Grim resilient, plotted alone, abided by rations
Tidal wave treachery turned streets to swamps
Flotsam tops remnants sea's fury didn't flatten
Successors gorge on corpses misfortunes crop
Erased ocean era, crook posts pitifully campaign
Brashly I churn bathtubs of backstroked arachnids
Inhabit rainforest ripple stream, source I can claim
Traverse canopy like trampoline, scout eyes active
8th March
Out of Mangrove
Steven Grant : “ Every idea is a juxtaposition of existing concepts.”
Wilson Mizner : “ If you steal from one author, it’s plagiarism, if you steal
from many, it’s research.”
Great Persons Think Alike
When I notice plagiarism
I do not lose enthusiasm.
I smile to forgive and forget
being generous I accept.
The proverb just to strike
“ Great persons think alike.”
I’m influenced by predecessors
My followers are my successors.
Yet New ideas are to evoke.
Edition, submission to invoke.
Musings roll : Me to dick,
“ Great persons think alike.”
02/10/23
Strand Premiere No. 1192
Contest by Brian Strand
today's streamlined flying machines
would amaze the Wright brothers
and their successors I think, for they amaze me.
They are electronic and mysterious
like the secrets behind our glass fronted buildings
applied science in its most gorgeous state is mindful
just take off a layer
or walk around
topless
i am the archpriest
eating sugar puffs
i am the prelate
eating bagels
i am halfway
in
and halfway
out the window
the mother-in-law wants it off
i am not for sale
my successors are labouring
like hercules
the hidrosis is formulaic
like glib one-liners
"it's bad for the bones and
you'll catch a cold"
bring on the catarrh
the indisposition
the bogeys
the runny front bonnet
and collectivist honk
the towel over the bowl
of hot adam's ale
seduce my soul my doxy
my concubine
a night emission
i make love to the air conditioner
My Words sweetly sweep.
across her ear lobes.
into her canals beating against
Her tightly stretched drums
to lingering memories
of past pleasures
beyond any treasures
and never any successors
for my words are the sweetest
and the deepest that enters her canals.
THE STING OF DEATH
Death why provoke us to tears?
There are lot of unfinished works
But still you pierce
What are these you have wrought?
Your unannounced visits can’t be pardoned
You lack respect for the age of victims
This is extremely disheartening
You have taking your tolls in cities
And increased graves in graveyard
Dead bodies have outnumbered Mortuaries
Lots of broken promises
Dry lands have been made Seas
From tears of successors
You have wrecked enough havoc
And now the time approaches
When your sting will no longer be felt
When our heels would not be bruised
And you would have a taste of your medicine
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