The shivered ,broken
stream spills over a hued
dreamfulness.
The scarlet woven
carnation is beautified
with a shining diamond.
The enriched rainbow is a redolent,
odorous rose.
The unerring, genuine
chrysanthemum like
a dreamful sun.
The jewellike, gemmed greenery
radiates from a sublime
fervent sunflower.
PONDERING AND SOWING TRUTH BE TOLD
Its words reveal that the one thing about truth,
And the one thing truth can never be, is that
Truth, in its reality, can never be an untruth.
Thus, be the unerring difference between history
And its deceptive-twisting footnotes of our story:
Know the inevitability of truth, can’t be edited:-
There is nothing “Greek to me” in the Alpha
And Omega of the birth and death of Christ,
Yet, the assumption of whites first, and blacks last,
Remains a classical antiquity-American mystery:-
Depth of thought hints at darkness in the beginning:
Otherwise, why was it necessary for the Truth to declare its light?
Was it because from the dark womb of life, love’s trinity came?
My people, truth be told, there is history, and there is ourstory:
Truth be known, let us continue to fight for truth and liberty:-
A faceless clock without numbers
traces past, present, recycled.
Nothing is created; nothing is lost.
It's all transformation.
Fallen leaves cradle new flowers.
As sun rises, sweeps the ground,
lifting up the dying to spring new shoots,
each unfolding rebirth.
The river's flow remakes the land.
Reshaping with unerring hand.
A moving sinuous flow, to and fro,
in endless state of flux.
Nature has no need for numbers.
Not bound by birth, life stage and death.
It's driven to become, improve, evolve,
when the fittest prevail.
Humans, adrift in yearning, trace
each hour that bleeds slow on clock's face.
To reach beyond the birth of their children.
To wrest more from their fate.
Human never bears down on
elusive, explicit goals.
We all always bear with
transient sufferings.
Human is always sanguine
about breaking the golden
chains.
Aimless thoughts neve bow
to a predominant rapture.
We all always put up with
unbridled fury successfully.
Bitter ,hot tears of the heedless
world streaking my heart ,and
make a stab to the soul.
A windy, raging fortune greets
gray dawn.
The harsh, prevailing
wind engulf the unerring
daybreak.
Written: August 23, 2023
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gentlemen's eclipse
lost their unerring concerns~
tossed both love and drive
seek a sense of pride
gentlemen wander astray~
puzzled by their dreams
outsider to love
neither mental nor blunt grit~
are the gents missing?
At the mid-night chase of nowt
Caught up with my abuser
Audacious against the white full moon
Well-dressed in a six-piece exquisite suite
And a Hugo cologne, the unforgetful scent
Raising chase on his name filled the air, an airborne pandemic
Dust rose up high, killing sight of his average creation
Distorting an unerring aim for the beast's head
Ah! A day shall come to quench my thirst
Nothing lost of a bullet dissipated in the skies for a warning
A sign of his numbered days is long overdue
Message well-understood homebound
Air filled with ululations scattering, saving lives
The Pope is
the Bishop of Rome
is the Vicar of Father Christ (Jesus) on earth
The visible Head of the Church
Successor of St. Peter
The supreme ruler of all Christians
He is the supreme judge in all matters of faith
Morals
In pronouncing upon which he may exercise unerring
His office is called the pontificate (or papacy)
As possessor of the keys to the kingdom of heaven
Gifted with unerring or certainty
The Pope keeps the doctrine of the faith pure
Acts as the center of unity in the Church
His office is a royal one
As represented by the triple tiara traditionally worn by the popes
Poem Written: 10:12a.m.
Time Written: 10:12a.m.
Poetry Form: Free Verse
The Catholic Church has a Pope because the papacy was instituted by our Lord Father Christ (Jesus)
The Pope is the visible head of the Church and has supreme authority to preserve doctrine
To teach
To sanctify
The Pope protects dogma and keeps us united in faith
If not for the papal unerring
There would be no certainty in matters of faith
We would have no means of knowing what is true and what is not
We could have no finality of doctrine
Each person would be left to believe whatever he or she "felt" was right
As a result
There would be error
Disunity
Rejection of truths
Adoption of errors etc
We wouldn't even have a Bible since there would be no unerring authority to determine the canon of Scripture
We could never be sure that our beliefs corresponded with truth
We could never be sure we were on a true path leading to salvation
Furthermore
Without the Pope
There would be no preserver of doctrine
No center of unity
No supreme authority visible on earth
The Church was literally founded by our Lord on the "rock" of St. Peter
Without this foundation
The entire structure would fall
Poetry Written: 1072023
Time Written: 10:51a.m.
Poetry Form: Free Verse
In days, when I was in twenties, I thought,
Looking at an eagle made my blood clot;
A crude-looking rude being that could kill,
A chick and feel this act as just chill-pill...!
Scavenger bird; I learned in my school;
Flies, though frightening, very calm and cool!
Strong; fearless; adhesive; sharp in vision,
Never leaves unfulfilling its mission...!
Sign of courage and immortality,
Unerring vigor and vitality;
Doesn't their intermittent extinction,
Expose, O, lo! Nature’s ruination...?
21 July 2022
19.6
“Where is close or far,
in or out,
gross or subtle?
I abide in the glory of Self”
Verse revisited on 02-July-2022
Manifestation of space and time
Within yet apart from cosmic chime
Screens the play of seeming separation
In an enigmatic dance of vibrant celebration
Where polarities orbit the invisible source
Recognising love as life’s sole resource
Unerring guiding souls back home
Within the reverberation of Ohm
Vibration recognises no distance
Unless the ego entity offers resistance
Consciousness is omnipresent across space
For where is it where we may find not God’s grace
Seeming duality is but a play of prismatic delight
Playing out in slow motion from That one light
Recognised on cessation of heart’s desire
As we so transmute to become His fire
Notes: Cosmic sound Ohm (Om, Aum) ~ https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Om
The hunter now without missing shoots,
And so the eagle without perching flies;
Who's wiser between shooter and flier;
Under direr circumstances above, guys?
When discretion finer discretion meets,
Who wins when each sharpens disguise?
Between keener fowler and slier fowled,
Who's truly more unbeatable and wise?
If the going ever discretely tougher turns,
That tougher get going no matter what;
Yours shall be valiant victory in the end
Regardless of how hard your effort's fought!
Unerring let their missiles aim
At softest parts of your fragility;
Simply wing your nonstop flight
Higher above hunter’s hostility.
Simple Simon chose to wander upon earth
to feel by touch stark contrast of vibrations
wherein darkness blends with vibrant light
polarities test and tease before their union
senses externalised veil soul presence wise
offering a ride on Ferris wheel called duality
What harm can there be, for soul is within
with voice of conscience unerring compass
space omnipresent immediate and intimate
wherefrom Gods breath sustains life form
revealing clear light in the void of cessation
that renews as a flicker, moment to moment
17-August-2021
Dreams within dreams, therein Mickey does score
Aided by magic, which nobody knows
Delighting spectators, by his encore
He has talent and it really shows
Aided by magic, which nobody knows
A one man team, there is no stopping him
He has talent and it really shows
Aim unerring, rival’s prospects seems dim
A one man team, there is no stopping him
Delighting spectators, by his encore
Aim unerring, rival’s prospects seems dim
Dreams within dreams, therein Mickey does score
05-August-2021
Pantoum Rhyme 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Picture #1
10 syllables per line
Grow in silence,
That I call a reliance;
In that no one will choke
And break my heart like a joke .
It picks me up from the mess;
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
An escape from the raucous world,
And the stories which are themselves curled.
Imagination thrives in it;
Where the soul feels a certain grit.
It gives a meaning to the esse,
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
Silence has a lot to say
And shows an unerring way.
It holds answers,
That are as right as lancers.
It makes the erroneous situation redress;
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
It makes a person ablaze,
For 'tis more poignant than a phrase.
Silence is often misconceived as an uncanny situation;
In truth it's a peaceful combination.
It offers calmness and makes the hassle less.
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
Some thinks that 'tis traumatic,
While some thinks that it's erratic;
But though 'tis full of hope and not a runnel,
Verily it's like a light at the end of the tunnel.
It's like an ocean that's serene and pulls me from distress;
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
-Namish
Judges have responsible role to play
With emotions of contestants they play
Win builds self-confidence in a big way
Loosing can tarnish same in every way
In contests I have got many losses
I know even great poets have losses
Judges are also humans just like me
Unerring no human can ever be
Wrong judgment can tarnish image of judge
Everyone criticises a bad judge
Whenever contest you judge, give your best
All have put hard work, winner should be best
It is a responsible task to judge
Judges should be well learned, should not misjudge
02.05.2021
Sponsor : John lawless
Contest Name : JUDGE NOT LEST YE
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