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Kyla Apr 23
sad small baby with an easter egg and a surgeon who didn’t know her ***
sad helpless parents leaving her to get her chest cracked open
as theirs did the same
sad sad stories and tiny hearts and mine indifferent and cold
My one regret is the bloodline I derived from
I’m not a pedigree or a monkey’s uncle
My father is a penniless swami
My mother is a peace creep
We live up the river,
near a civil war battle ground
When there is a downwind,
the water has a polluted, toxic smell
A few years ago, I needed a pair of glasses
Never received them,
No insurance, no money!
My mother ***** slapped me a few times,
thinking that would help straighten my eyes out
Now I have short eyes!
****, she’s dumb.
My brother, who is three years younger,
Is a laughing child
Anything someone says, or does, he laughs
Through the years he was whipped, punched, beaten and dragged in the mud by a horse
he’d still get up and laugh
One bizarre thing he still does is hover on the side of the outhouse
He enjoys listening to someone **** or ****
I call him the bathroom slunk
Growing up over here is rough
We have a dead car,
that sits on bricks waiting for a set of tires,
and an engine
The trailer we live in,
is a ramshackle nightmare
Lots of junk and brick-a-brac’s,
decorate this two room trailer
We do breed chickens
Were all chicken lovers
Chicken for lunch, dinner, as a pet and for target practice
Easter Sunday is around the corner
We don’t attend church or get all dressed up
Our Uncle who lives down the river,
Takes his small, dilapidated boat and docks near our place
We call him the pirate, since he has a wooden leg,
and always wears a black eye patch
He’ll bring nothing but himself for our Easter dinner
Overall, I’m a pretty happy kid
In a better world I would just like to have something besides chicken for dinner.
Joss Lennox Apr 21
And, on the third day, He rose again,
not because we earned it,
or even deserved it,
after all betrayals and sin,
unconditional love remained within.
For these things were always the key,
to letting it be.
Sin will never win,
in the end of the world,
my friend.
Love, grace and forgiveness portray the "keys to peace". That's what my poem is about. Without having these for our fellow "man", we'll stay in constant battles and chaos. Sin doesn't have the final say or "win", goodness and redemption will prevail further, regardless of your spiritual/religious/christianity beliefs. This has been proven time and time again.
Ash Apr 20
when he was on the cross
satan thought he won
when he said it was finished
the disciples thought their chance was gone
when he was put in the tomb
the pharisees still didnt think it was over
when he was in the tomb
he was poroclaiming his victory over death
when he arose
satan knew he lost
i love our lord
Ken Pepiton Apr 20
Let me try to make sense of the effectual fervency requirement.

Availing much, eh, what is avail, to me, valient effort expense, perhaps.
Available. Too much, eh.
A valorous effort, charging a kind of
weform mindform spirit shape we
attending with half a brain, to A.
Huxley, speaking from 1960 or so,
What a piece of work man is.

Very large numbers is subject
to average approximation
means, all means
in rational balance and spinning energy
allocations, as means
to attract idle words, non compete,

old karma dharma levels too deep
to imagine twice the same.

Fortune tellers or insurance companies,
confidence business
Framing referents,
insuring we get the point, as readers
Force fed referential self evidence
from a printed grapho
hos grapho grapho grafitti, evidence
from Kilroy, the idea/

EASTER. {Passover} Prelude
to Maydays, Kings are dead, long
live the king, the thing, the idea, eh, boss
of me,
in me, he, is risen.

He is risen, indeed, the enchantment,
seen as we assume a shape,
some spider's abandoned kite,
we ride as a lash mite may, animated,

we, as not me, nor thee, but we,
working wonder
for a living, offering confident upright reasons,
for the prelogos nous level conscience, knowns
at the liver level,
knowns
at rhenaladrenal level, gut conscience, upright, I, inside,
rationally balanced dancing levels,
we, as not us, but what we form,
whenever, we become a mind
of our own, a mobmind, Zeitgeist, any two or more,
wonders what ifed into 2025 access to information interesting

enough,
to leave room
for rest,
in proof, pure
peace, enough,
to ponder liquid metaphoric
reflective contemplative gearing is called for, mechanically,
-moments ABSing preventative slow
to bring seconds worth of concentration,
to the scale, fluxuation vibratory humming,
in balance, my rationed willpower used to make believe,
I am chosing words at random, in a familiar way, being

as one may literally be, in a book like environment, seeing
as one can imagine, being a grapho, a decree, be me, see

what a creature
on the order
of a reader familiar
with Huxley,
at Ape and Essence, experience a reader ties
to carp… old fish,

wisht once toomany times, solo hook, life sunk,
back
to the shack
by the see full
of good things
to eat,
beside a trickling stream seeping
from high
on the granite wall,    

Remember, hours
of silence,
with these inner humms, Acutron
steady, even when the big guns go….
how biguns do, Acutron
steady hummin', human interest, …
how I hapt'gno, Acutron

hmmm, steady, effectual fervent waiting
to know, you know
what time it was,
in big picture 20th century mindhats known
worn, bhering evidence
to the wearer's status and caste known,
witness the projected value associated, eh, what I say

as sociated we think, ah
as such, breathe, we think, while others read, ambiguous tense,
as so situated, we think, we have being as readers ready logically,

for whatever we find fits our plainest version of our version
of the overall results of Easter, or, more importantly, today,

Christmas, the message, McLuhan, most know something
of his presentation
of his perceptions from Canadian Academian POV verily,
verily postpone --- time hold, a thought,

thinking, first time, breathe, and think what thought feels like.

Let this mind be in you, listen to yourself retell the reason, the use for,
the faith ration each ready reader has availed one's own self's access to,

letters, pen slow, brush slow, rude reed grapho in the beach, washt away,

though your sins, as you define what has beguilted thee and thine idea, I am
and curcumin -pops in- an adlib AI word, beguilingly the one this idea is, I am.

At that point, in a real weform, we sigh, as is, we all sigh, but some think sigh.
Exhale, I think, that was kinda fun.
May the redemption of Christ wash us all from our deadly sins! May His divine grace and peace be with the entire world—the passion of Jesus Christ on the cross is so undeniable, unforgettable. And it's commemorative.

May the redemption of Christ wash us all from our deadly sins! May His divine grace and peace be with the entire world. The passion of Jesus Christ on the cross is so undeniable, unforgettable. And it's commemorative.

Let today's activities and events teach us the way of love, kindness, peaceful mindset towards every creature and enlighten us to follow the footprint of the Lord Jesus. Amen!

Merry Happy Easter 🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉

—   C9fm
#C9fm #Easter2025 #Cloudniners #neurominded
The commemoration of Easter...
God - died for us
Jesus- talks to us
Love - spending it with love ones
Food - yummy
Pain - loves one gone
Happiness- love ones around near and far
Sadness- death
Loneliness-wanting attention
Eventful-busy all day
Time- just isn’t  enough
Friends - become family
Family- become friends
Purple - beautiful
Pink- the best
Yellow- pretty
Green - what snoop dog thinks about
Bunny- rabbit
Happy Easter-holiday
Happy Easter everyone
Made Easter prom just now not the best but I like it
Steve Page Apr 18
The truth and power of our faith hangs on the cross,
on the height of sacrifice,
on the lengths and depths Christ was willing to go
from holy conception to physical resurrection
from Passover supper to Emmaus meal,
to fish on the beach, to the promise of a feast
at his Father's family table.

The truth on which we stand hangs on God made man
and on us made new, all due to our LORD Jesus Christ,
God's most loved Son, our loving Saviour,
our once and for all time holy, acceptable sacrifice.

The truth and power of our faith
hangs on His cross
but now stands on a rolled away stone,
revealing the empty space
that left Roman minds blown.

The truth is, the power of God is an early riser
and loves a walk in a garden
whether at the dawn of time
or before dawn on an Easter Sunday morn-ing.

The truth is, Jesus didn't waste time,
but got up early to be Mary’s before dawn guide
who promptly anointed his feet in tears one more time
(but he didn’t seem to mind)

and she spread the news
that the Truth was up and walking
way before the doubts and lies got talking.

She told them
the truth is, there's no need to rage against the coming of the night
for Jesus entered death’s domain with his pure and living light.
And before sunrise, he rose in plain sight.

The truth is,
Jesus is the Way and the Truth and New Life
and He walks with you in the early-morning Easter Light.

So rise, let your song and your life
glorify the living Christ
and share his creation-wide invite.

And tell them this truth:
Jesus is Alive.

And the people said in one voice, Amen.
Easter 2025 - worth celebrating
JohnDuffyASY Apr 8
(A lone voice whispers)

Will you still
Walk with me

The one I once named
Anointed and baptized within my mind

In my own ancient
Gardens of Gethsemane

Where together once again
I shall no longer stand alone

Will you pray wherever you are

To empower me
When the Darkness Temple Soldiers come

To encourage me

To help me to breach all the rugged mountains
I need to cross

To atone

But all I ask of you
Now

At this moment
Is simply this

Upon my sanguine lonely cheek

Plant an incandescent soft spiritual kiss of belief

And whisper
Amen

To reignite my eternal soul
To help me clench tightly my hardworking hands

As we both
Into this new rebirth, wait for release again

From this inexplicable deceptive life

We both now live
Within

If you visit this
My time loop in words

Surrounded by sin

Where I'm constantly reborn

To walk Via Dolorosa

Also known as the Sorrowful Way

In the Old City of Jerusalem

So I ask

Will you light some frankincense and myrrh, incense candles

Someday
Soon

So the aroma
Can reach and carry the prayers of the faithful

And yours
Even higher

From wherever they are
In whichever rooms

Urging those prayers to rise faster to Heaven

So someone I know
Can hear their call for help or guidance

From spiritual depression

To help them keep standing in the lines of those enjoying the power of faith

Through self-expression

(C) Copyright John Duffy
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