Do Not Be Misled
‘As a Snake-Eyed Skink Pursued’
https://allpoetry.com/poem/16196423-As-a-Snake-Eyed-Skink-Pursued-by-Seah-Ray
I repost this poem
to even my own actions review:
“Me think,
I must speedily
rethink
my position,”
thought a snake-eyed skink
bleeding its biliverdin blood green
(by bile colored from ingesting flies, moths, fleas–
pests of life creating havoc for some fink human beings)
causing its present revolting indisposition:
Brink of extinct.
Succinct its emotion: “Obviously, needed
a ‘shrink!’,”
slinking away without its tail
held
after its ‘presence’ wrinkled
a homeowner’s nose as vermin stink.
Then grabbed a broom
to it assail.
“You’d thought I was a living Sphinx!”
inwardly exclaimed, “the way he blinked,”
continued this reptile’s tale
before camouflaged in a tree.
Its life to prevail.
From its higher vantage point
to see
irate ‘man’
at kitchen sink
with cup in hand about to drink;
while liquid,
‘his’
still did leak as precious ink,
pink
or pig who oinks distinct in hue.
Intune, heard
an indistinct clink
through window seen in sync–
glass to shatter…
Lacking eyelids,
unlike a snake in wink
His reaction? ‘Tink’ back.
Try to remove tragic kink
in sad relationship link to this mimicked ‘nink’
deficient in trust…
As zinc’s used ‘preventing’ rust,
skink slid through a window slightly askew
as a room resembling a rink of bloodied ‘players’
he did view…
***
“Jehovah is in his holy temple.
Jehovah’s throne is in the heavens.
His own eyes see,
his watchful eyes examine
the sons of men.” Ps. 11:4.
***
“I, Jehovah, am searching the heart,
Examining the innermost thoughts,
To give to each one according to his ways,
According to the fruitage of his works.” Jer. 17:10.
***
” For the ways of man
are before the eyes of Jehovah;
He examines all his paths.
The wicked one is ensnared
by his own errors,
And he will be caught
in the ropes of his own sin.
He will die for lack of discipline
And go astray
because of his excessive foolishness.” Prov. 5:22-23.
***
“You have examined my heart,
you have inspected me by night;
You have refined me;
You will find that I have not schemed anything bad,
And my mouth has not transgressed.” Ps. 17:3.
***
“And there is not a creation
that is hidden from his sight,
but all things are naked and openly exposed
to the eyes of the one
to whom we must give an account.” Heb. 4:13.
” Look at the one who is pregnant with wickedness;
He conceives trouble and gives birth to lies.
He excavates a pit and digs it deep,
But he falls into the very hole he made.
The trouble he causes will return on his own head;
His violence will fall on the crown of his head.” Ps. 7:14-16.
***
“Do not be misled:
God is not one to be mocked.
For whatever a person is sowing,
this he will also reap”. Gal. 6:7.
“For the eyes of Jehovah are roving about
through all the earth
to show his strength in behalf of those
whose heart is complete toward him.” 2 Chron. 16:9.
Why War . . . ?: World War III Pending or Ending? Paperback – January 17, 2024
by Seah Ray (Author)
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With Our Dew Of The Mourning https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B7QT3S7X
Rain taps a pattern
constant on my heart
in harmony with their beats
in stops and starts
on the side of the air conditioner
extended outside my window.
I stare at the shimmering reflections on the pavement
on our street
made by lamplights
glistening
repeated
my tears;
my fears
before another sun rises
as this moon full
brilliantly bright
gives me hope
that in the mourning… I’ll be able to cope.
The Federal Bureau of Investigations
sent agents assigned
to find out her purpose–
treason?
or some other disloyal reason in this cli-
mate of global violence and crime
of which she’d already quoted
this prophecy written of ‘our’ era
of hatred; unkind:
“O the depth of God’s riches and wisdom and knowledge!
How unsearchable his judgments are and beyond tracing out his ways are!
No unreasoning man can know them;
And no foolish person can understand this:
“When the wicked sprout like weeds
And all the wrongdoers flourish,
It is that they may be annihilated forever.” Ps. 92:5-7.
Viewed from this point
to a minority glorious
‘Good News’.
A Future Wondrous.
Peaceful.
Sublime
If only more individuals would ‘choose
to ‘faithfully ‘tow-the-line’…
“You must choose life
so that you may live,
you and your descendants,
by loving Jehovah your God,
by listening to his voice,
and by sticking to him,
for he is your life”. Deut. 30:19, 20.
Never-the-less, what the agents found out in their research and discovery through surveillance:
That some of her immediate family members
along with other hidden defectors
had a sameness of mind–
Silence Her!
Their collective ‘interior’ chime.
So maybe the government needed to just sit tight and wait,
one agent said in his report.
Their progress to define.
Yet, they kept up with their mission,
as always, in the shadows.
But without a sense of urgency
since existed a sinister plot against her
already underfoot
which would keep their hands clean of bloodguilt… Her’s.
This Time. . .
Why War . . . ?: World War III Pending or Ending?
Is there another horizon we can turn to instead?
Is prophecy of ancient read
how we’ll know that soon we’ll have no need to dread. . .
***
“For look! darkness will cover the earth
And thick gloom the nations;
But on you Jehovah will shine,
And on you his glory will be seen.” Isa. 60:2.
Yes: “By making the truth manifest,
we recommend ourselves to every human conscience
in the sight of God.
If, in fact, the good news we declare is veiled,
it is veiled among those who are perishing,
among whom the god of this system of things
has blinded the minds of the unbelievers,
so that the illumination
of the glorious good news about the Christ,
who is the image of God,
might not shine through.” Cor. 4:2-4.
Almost-A-Murderer: As The Cuckoo Flies https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B2TSN4YT?ref_=pe_3052080_397514860
Luxurious Setting: Martha’s Vineyard.
Married 50 wondrous years, Marjorie and Henry’s family, co-workers, and friends toasted their longevity year after year amid growing hypocritical ‘congratulations’ and snickers because rumors flew like a cuckoo about frightening fights increasing since the onset of the pandemic that would culminate on the eve of their 50th-anniversary party.
A ‘grand finale’ for at least one of the parties. The tragic event organized, sadly, by three co-conspirators–the husband and the wife themselves secretly conspiring against the other by means of a third-party who seeks the death of them both. Gossip leaks spread about Marjorie and Henry instead of encouragement and sincere praise because of successful climbs out and over peaks and valleys of adversity.
No one descending to water down their rages as many wait in shadowed silence to benefit from their impending catastrophic failure. . . Not just monetarily. . . Thought: If they can’t make it, then marriages aren’t meant to be. . . We can cease trying expectantly. So what do Marjorie, Henry, and the other member of this intrigue have in deplorable store? What, if anything, would close the door on murder? And even more, how can we benefit from their story?
Almost-a-Murderer: BACKFIRED https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B39N11WV
“Sure, I knew he was capable of murder… I’d groomed him to be,” admitted Micah’s mom as she struggled with the rope binding her hands behind her back; puzzled: “Doesn’t every mom wish their son could commit murder for them?… I just didn’t think in a trillion years it would be mine… How could he?… Surely he can’t or he would’ve done it by now, right?” she mouthed under her breath.
“But he can’t! No! Surely not. Not after all I’ve done for him!”
And he could have gotten me a more comfortable chair, she thought as she winced and whined; struggled until both her wrists and ankles were chafed; burning because of her constant irritated shifting. Micah had looped one end of the thick new rope imprisoning her palms between the four legs of the wooden straight chair. Positioned her far enough back from the small circular attic window so that if she tried to escape or attract attention she would tip over and he would hear her.
Toting her comatose body had been quite an ordeal. Although he was strong and he had flipped her over his shoulder like a sack of old potatoes the staircase was narrow and warped. He’d not been sure about both their weights on the creaking stairs. And after he had plopped her onto the wooden seat and roped her up just before he’d thought she’d come to Micah found himself sweating profusely and quite famished.
He figured that he still had a few hours before enacting an idea he’d been toying with for weeks. Though truthfully that desire had been simmering in his subconscious for years. For his mom had taught Micah to think only of his desires; after hers, of course. That ‘sentiment’ was useless; it was for fools. And that only extreme intelligence could propel one into an exciting and successful future. And didn’t she have a way of letting him know that he was inept; more than a tad deficient? That the intellectual reigns of this family were held solely in her capable hands.
Plus: “Look at who you married!” was always her final toss of ice-cold water as a ‘wake-up’ into his face. “Don’t you dare believe that a wife of yours can stand on the same stage as me. Let alone share my limelight!”… As far as Micah’s mom was concerned, his wife, Rachel, had no ‘concrete’ value if she couldn’t continue to pull her weight….“And having your first baby in your fifties! What a disgrace!… My lawd! Even if conceived during a pandemic. She gets no crying privileges!”
So when Micah’s mother started feigning chronic illness she had no idea that it would backfire.
21st Century Love . . . Andy & Aria’s Story (A Play)
When love is found between two souls,
yet, another is to one of these
unknowingly beholden
Flames are roused of black
not golden.
If not doused, then one life’s source may leak; lost
after attaining gold ring. Held lovingly in hand dead–
High in tragic cost for a vanity fed. . .Though,
Maybe not for an eternity frozen. . .
ITH & SB 