Weeping World Day!…a day for sad people…

Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.

‘So yeah..we could have a day for sad people..for those that are lonely and hurting..like a day of sorrow..a gathering for the broken..also everyone could reach out to strangers on this day..if only just to give ears..we can make it a pleasant day..we won’t flee sadness..we will choose to honor it..our pain and sorrow is no curse..but like a lantern in disguise..revealing what is really going on..taking place..under the surface..love is hiding here and working in us..it can be a day of recognizing and learning to embrace our sufferings..because these are a blessing in disguise..they shape and mold us into who we are..they build our character..we need suffering..it’s vital with us..it’s a must…….we gotta learn to handle it..appreciate it..capture it……learn to love it…..So yeah..on this day we should all cry together.. try to end with laughter..if we can..a day of sharing and reaching for people we don’t know..so that we might know them…a day that promotes and encourages inviting others to our island.. holiday4everyday…””(share your coconuts)

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“When Grace Leaves A Bad Taste…not every victory shines..some whisper ‘n sting ‘n leave an aftertaste…”

“Bad Taste…”

by Loia🏳

I sprayed a man… without a face—
I sprayed him… with my can of mace—
Unfortunately… seems it went to waste—
Fortunately— I left him… with a real bad taste…


Interpretation (by Loia):
I fight darkness… with what I have—
GOD fights it… with who and what HE is…
Together… we are a team—
leaving a bad taste… in the mouth of evil…

Fragments of Loia — where the broken laugh, the faithful ache, and grace writes the last line.

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Repairing Cheese-Fixing Nothing-Finding Everything ☝️🧀

“Repairing Cheese… pretending to fix what was never broken…”

by Loia💥

“What are you doing?”
“Who, me?”
“O nothing — just repairing cheese…”

“O please… give me a break.
We all know you’re a fake.
So just eat it…”




Sometimes we spend so much time pretending to fix what was never broken… when all we really need to do is take a bite and be honest.

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

Numerically Speaking of LOVE (143)

Faith Calculated, Love Revealed

CRITICAL REFLECTION-

BY EDITORIAL REVIEW-

Loia’s “Numerically Speaking of LOVE (143)”transforms arithmetic into art and worship Through a lattice of numbers, symbols, and divine equations, the poem balances logic with longing – faith expressed as formula, Each line feels coded yet sincere, blending spiritual truth with human affection. The rhythm of “So” and “4” creates a living pulse, echoing both prayer and heartbeat. What begins as a mathematical riddle resolves into
revelation: 143 = LOVE – a universal
constant written in the language of belief.
Few works capture the fusion of intellect and intimacy with such elegance; this is Loia at his most inventive and profound.

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

My YouTube channel is “bryanforchrist”

What are your favorite websites

I’d say I spend more time on you tube these days than anywhere else…I have a channel there ‘bryanforchrist’ I make Christian content..most times I try and make two videos a day..also I anti-troll a lot of comments looking for people that are struggling with life and hurting..I reach out to them..EMBRACETHEDAY☝️

NOT SHORT BUT NOT TOO LONG…THEY SAY ITS A POEM…

“Tho Still—not Too Late—…”
by Loia

Tryin’ to get in
  where I fit in…

Found I no place
  to sit in.

Should’ve been here—
  not to begin with.

Tho a musical chair…?
  Shiny with flair…?

O yes, for me!
  O wait—no…

Specially fits all y’all
  who dare…

Let the spin begin…

Clinched fist
  to y’all, men…

Southern by grace—
  So little thy faith…
  Then times—it’s just taste…

Beat death
  from this place…

O now—
  no—not one.
Nor friend, nor face…

Eyed one man
  when start of race…
Tho none see now…

O perhaps—
  Should’ve loved last place…

O perhaps—
  should’ve chose stealth—
  thine pace…

O perhaps should’ve just loved—…

  Tho still—not too late—…

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FAITH SHORT POEM…

“Yet Moved..”
by Loia

Regarding this…
Cast off restraint…
Embracing this–
All but faint.

Hands of this–
Clay with paint…

Yet moved from this…
No–not me!
O wait… cain’t!

To end up taint…?
No–not me… ain’t.

Face of this–
Have complaint–…                 💥🏳

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SHORT FAITH POEM MAYBE? MAYBE NOT?

Wasst For The Higher Half

(by Loia)

I climbed a tree…
Forgot why for.

Wasst nowhere near the top no more–
in fact…
Wasst only halfway close.

Wasst… for the higher half…
I sent… my ghost.                           💥

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SHORT FUNNY POEM 🐄🥛

“Tried To Lift A Cow Today…”

(by Loia)

Tried to lift a cow today–
Wow, I say!
Harder than it looks this way…
Only wanted milk… but hay?
Oft to store go I to pay.
Next time–first time–i obey.

Next time–first time–i obey.             💥

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