I'm waking up and rubbing two blinded eyes,
The crispness of the sweet-scented air in whimpering July
Rapidly spreads by a benevolent wind that pleases,
It allows me to discover by intent a sublime reality,
Which is the morning's picturesque beauty:
Does strong belief interfere with a sense of great friability?
Nature can be brutal or pleasant, and yet it can fascinate
Us, when it suddenly embraces each sense to compensate
For the discontent left by a dreamless and unrestful night;
What we hear amid those eerie shadows is the cry of a cricket!
I distinctly revoke such repulsing and unenthralling nights
As I wash their macabre images off with cold, running water;
Is a better day coming, prompting actions that don't falter?
Harm is done when pain is accepted and tomorrow frightens.
In this morning's picturesque beauty, I could lose myself
And wish that dreaming vainly detaches me from grief,
not seeing any delusional mirage on the journey to happiness;
I've expelled the vile demons that made me spew lies!
Hidden in the valleys
Towered by mighty peaks
Lies the church of rejects
The church of those called weak
Those the powerful sent home
Out of strong belief
That they were a contaminant
Not worthy of the Chief
Rejected by mankind,
And seeking hopeful refuge
They travel long and far
To the Church who comforts me and you
They feed them bread and give them wine
And embrace them as they dine
See, the Church of rejects--
Who bear the pain of unacceptance
And watch rejection of the truth--
Is ministered by the one insulted
Humiliated
Murdered
Mutilated
Used as justification for those elected
The very men who cause rejection
Is ministered
By the one and only God above
The giver of light and truth
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flirting with my friend
so lovely and radiant in the sun is she
her smile inspires my smile
Mom's Watchful Eye from Heaven keeps me respectful
my strong belief in being faithful keeps me smart and grounded
as we say our goodbyes, we say Sincerity Prayers for each other
she gives me a meaningful slap on my left arm, which makes Mom smile in Heaven
a female dove with a watchful eye lands on my left shoulder out of nowhere and pecks me repeatedly on my forehead
my friend, who i playfully flirted with, begins laughing uncontrollably
she then says, 'uh huh, that's what your flirting behind gets'
i reply by saying 'WHAT ABOUT YOU?!?'
you answer by saying 'you have a Precious Blessing Beyond Worthy of Counting'
i wave a final goodbye with a rare smile and simply say 'Yes Mom'
Look in their Eyes
Who do you believe? Look in their eyes.
Is there the gleam of zealot or fanatic,
Or opposition to a pack of lies?
Do you see a sane man or a lunatic?
Do you hear the bluster of a liar
Who thinks by talking big he will seem strong
But only manages to stoke the fire
By saying what we know is right, is wrong?
Or do you see a man of strong belief,
A man of honesty and selfless principle,
Whose freedom would be stolen by a thief
Whose hubris makes him think himself invincible?
The day of judgement comes, the future’s beckoning;
We’re hurtling headlong to a day of reckoning.
Like a pearl falling into the Pacific, he felt lost.
His human nature shrank and shattered like an autumn leaf.
Blood poured into sweat. Into his core, he was tempest-tossed.
Was he weak yet? Did he feel shaken by his strong belief?
Like cyclones shaking a banyan tree, dilemmas shook him.
The tug-of-war: to do or not to do, poked his conscience.
The whim of escaping all these too came to his heart's brim.
Constantly, all these hours, with his Abba, he did converse.
Of his twelve disciples, a few whom he chose to pray slept.
Was the fact that the soul is strong and the flesh is weak right?
Did their ambitions, which they cared for like rare pets, defect?
Were they, midst divine graces, like guinea pigs, filled with fright?
He knew, being with the Father, that these things would happen.
Doesn't birth in the spring pop up when winter goes barren?
You have to be silent amid the violence,
You have to be strong but with calmness.
Resilience is not an option for you.
You are the man of the company,
You need to stand up and hold tight to the command.
Raise the flag, pull your weapon —
Weapon of lies with strong belief,
Inner honesty spotted in the corner.
Begin the carnival, it's a cruise
Of steel-hearted people serving
To a cold-hearted man who became cold
Because of the demise of his honesty
Due to the harassment of love he did.
Be the man, become an illusion
And a liar to society.
Loving you, it is
Not a begging prayer but must ...
I love you so much.
As Christ Jesus said,
" love your neighbours as you love
Yourself. " strong belief
Which I stand on It
Till the return of the Lord
To collect the church.
June 12th 2023
Ten years ago, my cousin died,
He was too young to go,
We all were sad, oh how we cried!
But in our hearts, we know,
His soul lives on in heaven sweet,
We will see him one day,
Yes, he'll be there when Christ we meet,
Welcoming us to stay.
We do not grieve his life or soul,
We grieve his shortened time,
If death had not taken its toll,
He would have lived his prime,
Yet, we accept God's will to darn
his tapestry with death,
With His purpose, He weaved his yarn
till his very last breath,
Our grief is intertwined with hope,
Knitted with strong belief,
Some day, we'll see him laugh, not mope,
and that gives us relief.
God's design is unclear in parts,
One day, we'll understand,
he's missed, but lives on in our hearts,
till we reach Heaven's strand.
30th March 2023
For US' contest
Many think this holiday honors all United States presidents we elect
But let me reflect
It is Washington’s birthday that we celebrate
It honors President Washington and President Lincoln as of late
Let’s see how they relate
Washington was a good ol’ lad
He was the best that America had
Unanimously elected to commander in chief
He gave colonists some hope and belief
Posthumously, promoted to a six-star general
That will forever remain unattainable
Presided over the Constitution writing
That must have been rather exciting
Unanimously elected as our first president for two terms
To which he affirms
Relinquishing his power
Setting a precedent for every successor
Lincoln was a prominent figure
During the Civil War
Another commander in chief
With a strong belief
His Emancipation Proclamation
To end slavery in our nation
He met his untimely demise
By a Confederate that did not sympathize
Both of these men deserve a day
For creating the country we know today
Though it is not perfect in any way
America is where I want to stay!
In that late August morning
millions of eyes were crying
for the death of their king...
they longed for his voice that was beyond thrilling!
Elvis' life suddenly ended in an unexpected tragedy;
nobody can say it was folly!
A mourning widow held the small hand
of a daughter who didn't understand the grief;
her dad instilled in her the strong belief
that when a loved one dies, it's not goodbye:
if he had an impact on that life!
She heeded the message and followed
in his footsteps giving all she had:
wasn't Elvis proud, wasn't Elvis glad?
In that late August morning
two angelic wings carried Elvis' spirit to Heaven;
his lonely tombstone is adorned with weeping roses,
but no storm can shake his bones;
only memory echoes this joyful feeling,
" Elvis was a king with a humble crown!"
Which celebrity was mourned more than Elvis?
Sorrow grew deeper in all corners of America,
nobody shed more tears than Erica;
Lisa Marie and Priscilla held hands,
they had lost someone who was loved...
despite his mistakes and that's awfully sad!
I live on fragile or strong belief,
that nothing is nothing,
and everything is missing a piece...
I did not seek earthly wealth or fame
My life has been rich and full, indeed
I have tried to fairly play the game
I did not seek earthly wealth or fame
In truth, many people know my name
Seems I have sown plenty of good seed
I did not seek earthly wealth or fame
My life has been rich and full, indeed.
I had the privilege of a loving faithful wife
We worked daily side by side together
We were always careful to avoid strife,
Negative attitudes, enemies, and lowlife
Having a strong belief in the good life
We planned to be together forever
I had the privilege of a loving faithful wife
We worked daily side by side together.
It has been utter joy planting good seed
In this garden I proudly call my life
Along the way I helped some souls to feed
It has been utter joy planting good seed
My life has been rich and full, indeed
I have sought to bring pleasure, not strife
It has been utter joy planting good seed
In this garden I proudly call my life.
written April 16, 2022
Johnson believed that
war’s proponents use falsehood
to garner support . . .
this wise man died the same day
the atomic bomb got dropped
April 5, 2022
For Sotto Poet's Is Truth The First Casualty Of War And Why Is That Poetry Contest
I choose the path where my ancestors trod
With firm integrity and a strong belief in God,
Leaving behind the qualms and hurtful doubts
The twisting paths of many often-taken routes,
Having developed a “full steam ahead” attitude
Embracing their faith with plenty of gratitude,
Steering a straight course through my life’s woe
And when I am gone I think the record will show
I did my very best to live this life to the fullest,
So, my final words could be, “I have been blest!”
Written January 13, 2022
A strong belief can change the world,
It's always within us but we are not concerned,
Always Belief in yourself
~Deveshi Hans
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