We wallow in the shallows –
In muck that clings contingent,
and as it sucks us into its depths,
we slosh mud onto each other
How have we sunk so?
Come with me to shore.
We did so aeons before,
and we can do again.
Just to advise its still alive, and satan is its driver, with commoditys and convenience he plys.' Consider to ask
Jesus into your hearts, there is no need for physical travel.' Just open your ears
Mind; and heart..To end your own captivity' is how it it must start.' There is
No statement of dignatarys that even get a 'bit part' i suggest look around see all the money and time
wasted on different wars; that
Are touted to be for peace.? Which one of
Us sees that from our own to distant shores.' No the war is within us..And we alone cannot win.! We need the King of the universe's remedy or we will ever wallow in un-numbered human degrees of
Sin. Call out to ' your maker ' His Name runs through your dna..He sent Jesus on
That misson whose blood is still active
to the last person, up to the very final day.'
Walk down the old path that many have walked
But I walk down a new path the path that I once balked
Death is the deliverance from sin
Death ends the battle within
I would rather die than submit to Your will
I would rather die than swallow the bitter pill
Don't wallow in your guises and guiles
Don't relent, don't remain in your sin and your trials
Until the day that you die, you will die
Shaking your hand at the storms in the sky
To all the sapient sentients and ye obstinate serpents
Repent, repent, repent, every morning filled with a new sense
We are reluctant to preach even though we are a priesthood
A peculiar one at that, making idols in our minds and of wood
We often walk away from the open door of a Gospel chance
We would rather revert to the old path of least resistance
Instead of the new path, it's not happenstance
That we are guided by the Providential and Chastening Hand
Don't harden your heart, do your part, count it joy
God does not plod, even though we scheme and ploy
Jonah's anger was Jonah's defeat
Get on your feet (feet that are effete)
Lord help us to pull ourselves up by the bootstraps
So we can walk down streets of gold, our new paths
TO CROCODILE TRIALS AND ALLIGATOR CHILDREN
(Apropos Of Mine And My Fostered Ones)
It has been revealed
That there is much
I will not live to see.
Yet, I praise God’s will
And His graceful healings
For allowing me to be here;
Engaged in His mission purpose:
Me in daily labors of love,
For the welfare, justice,
And equality, for me and us all:-
And now, as my time here wanes,
And I slowly sojourn homeward
To that house not made by hands,
I know that in my keloid footsteps,
You all shall indeed journey onward
In securing democracy for us all:-
Beloveth children, mourn me not in pain,
But in tears of joy, and living love.
Always be aware that I shall be
Watching from that house above.
Do not wallow in despair;
Rejoice and not be sad:-
Many never got waxed
And waning time to spend
With a happy old grey head, Dad:-.
gratitude
is that
realm of
bliss
one should
tune into
sun beam
days
turquoise blue
sky vista
silver moonlit
dream drift
midnight
and
ambient
afternoons
inhale
invigorating
scents from
gorgeous
garden scenes
extol
unique
urban
historic
plinths
and plots
inhale
cafe feast
aroma
wallow in
enthused
city zest
and warmth
exhale one’s
appreciation
Cruelty mirrors the times we live in
from the homeless family
to the hungry children
the vibrant disrespect of others
spewed from the lips of loathing
and the dark heart of the self-righteous
as they wallow in a stench of emptiness
where they loudly cry out their contempt
dirtied by the spiritual weakness of their heart
where they lay burning in the flames of hate
how deep will your thoughts go
when you begin to ponder
will your ponderings be like a soft breeze
caressing a meadow
or be like a flood rushing through a valley
will your thoughts travel through yesterdays
where darkness surrenders to a light of new thoughts
or will the darkness turn darker
and take your ponderings to pits you'll wallow in
where you cover your pain once again
in the mud of yesterday
or will you choose to ponder on new thoughts
and fuel your need to reap the sown fields of your desire
where you can revive a sense of purpose
in submission to the answers, you seek
what matters
is the present;
right now...
wallow in it!
look all around you,
my dear friend;
live free...
swim in your
moments,
imbibe them.
e n j o y life;
drink full cups of it!
watch flowers of today
b l o o m...
tomorrow shall come.
Contest 2026 - 04 - 02 While Beautiful Tarzarma Sponsor Constance La France
A Therianthrope’s Harsh Winter
Snowflakes sunk into my soft fur
I purred as my fur began to puff
the puff wetting my once so soft fur.
I fluttered as my fur began to puff.
During the Nightengale, when its cold,
When my head is filled in the slough
tarnished in scuff making me less bold.
My lips shuddered in the freezing snow,
flakes flowed and i decided to bring my body to a fold
from hind legs to long legs nestled in snow
wallow in the warmth, losing my wool
soft skin leaving me in a soft glow
I run against the snow and its cool
running back to my home and no longer being a fool
drugged winter fighting against the null
A Therianthrope’s Harsh Winter (Alternative Ending)
Snowflakes sunk into my soft fur
I purred as my fur began to puff
the puff wetting my once so soft fur.
I fluttered as my fur began to puff.
During the Nightengale, when its cold,
When my head is filled in the slough
tarnished in scuff making me less bold.
My lips shuddered in the freezing snow,
flakes flowed and i decided to bring my body to a fold
from hind legs to long legs nestled in snow
wallow in the warmth, losing my wool
soft skin leaving me in a soft glow
I run against the snow and its cool
running back to my home and no longer being a fool
It's awesome how the meaning of a word slowly changes.
It is awful when it changes too fast.
Today a person might write the new meaning,
but be taken to mean the mean of the past.
It once was nice to be simple and foolish;
over two hundred years it was dainty and precise.
Pejoration, usage - assumptions in common;
and more centuries turned something horrible to nice.
And yet a fine balance must be struck when defining
our terms - for definition itself may need terms -
and we teeter above a near infinite regression;
and no-one should eat such a diet of worms.
Some may sophisticate to bludgeon opponents
while others will wallow in Orwellian speak,
yet anyone using these devilish devices
reveals an ankle that is Achilles and weak.
Heavens open sky wars.
Walls closing juniper dreams.
Echoes pen me in.
Sunder the earth flames fall.
Under the moon I dented the plows.
Ninjas Quake as I race toward the river.
Hundred rains arrows of snow.
Diamonds of death whispers of rebellion.
Your wish to rise to meet the Lord.
Lions mane wolfs teeth apple and honey tea.
Wallow in your shadows I ascended to the third heavens.
Juniper waves of bliss and my amazing light shines over all the globe.
Trusting in Jesus over all things.
Raising Adam bowing to the mighty God and Everlasting Father.
Fishing in the lakes of desolation I mine the sky of its angels.
Wake the sleeping spread the word Jesus is returning soon.
Silver rain and blood of opals.
Juniper Myths and Juniper Wars mess with my sanity but also give me peace to Remember My diamond of Czechia is my best friend from forever. I remember Jesus will be my diamond of Israel.
I am the Diamond of Chicago with Juniper visions of bright sunny days to come.
In my frailty, God works in His might
upholding me against weakness' pain
toward effective functional gain
surmounting my human nature blight...
Despite frailty brought by carnal mind
the Saviour reaches me with His grace
endowing strength to win in life's race
midst blest restoration He designed...
Admitting frailty of sins' sorrow
my soul confesses selfishness' cry
along the guise of pride I defy
causing heart to wallow in deep woe...
Now, I cast to the Lord frailty's deed
toward heavenly soar by faith's bliss
as prayer comes from spirit's abyss
to do His will, freed from guilt indeed.
Triumphant* against frailty's attack
I do stay in my divine Fortress
seeking His peace to vanquish distress
He assures with great compassion-pack.
*Psalms 25:2 O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not mine enemies triumph over me.
February 4, 2026
2nd place "Pick-A-Title, Vol 55" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 2/20/2026
Boundary rope trope it's the hope that kills
Fatality of the banality of all Bazball’s frills
Hilarity of baggie greens nationwide thrills
Beer swills spills hosts dreams full to the gills
Totality of the brutality still gives me the chills
Stokes not chipper has to swallow a bitter pill
Can't fallow our ripper skipper’s skill & iron will
Our leader will wallow in the shrill media mill
His men shi*ter…hollow can't follow Ben's drill
Callow not brill..of shallow Bazball had our fill
Hallow the Wizards of Oz are still top of the bill
The country alive cheering let's go in for the kill
Begin fearing the din of sneering & jeering 5 nil
Retract at once
This damning
Interpolation
Being treated
Like any other
Disrupting behavior
Embrace authenticity
Self compassion
Prevents progress
Put an end to your
Observable impulsive
Apathetic material
Discombobulated magnificence
Wallow in the muck with them
Untouching perfection
Hauntingly beautiful
Undubbed contextual
Insufferably overbearing
Incontextual differences.
Environmental disasters
Supercilious villains
That find meddling best
As focus turns elsewhere
Hiding in plain sight
Inconspicuous idiot
It's never their artistic.
Endeavor
Art is simple
Untouched raw
As good is the enemy of perfect.
And the perfect enemy of good
The discombobulated magnificence of this buried song creation that remains Elliott Smith’s “Abused”
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