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The Children

Leave me the hell alone she cries
Inside her aching head
I've had much more than I can take 
Sometimes I feel I'm dead
Oh shepherd don't your flock forsake 
Alone on Calvarys Hill
How much can a body take 
When your mind has had its fill
 
A light so bright and hopeful
A picture perfect birth
A world of wonder, laid before
This seedling of the earth
To nurture's but a wistful dream
A momentary lapse
A father wrapped up in himself
A mom lost in her past
 
Can harm I do while wishing
The Angels gentle hands
Embrace this failing empty shell
This web of empty strands
A love of love itself it seems
Of passion and desire
Turns Sailors into monsters
And Mothers into liars
 
What makes a wonder wonderful
What makes a blessing blessed
'Tis you alone we come to know
When not so self- obsessed
Lord, help us not to lose your light
And wallow in the dirt
And help instead to nurture
All we're given at our birth
 
A wish alone can guide us
If truth is what we seek
Protect the weak and hungry
The burdened and the meek
Lord, make me strong enough to show
The children in my care
Their path is guided by your light
Their Souls are in your care
 


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For my mother's birthday

Dear Lord thank You for a mother
who stayed through it all with us,
who has shown us the way to church,
because in You today I trust.
Thank You for every hardship she faced
for she has taught us sacrifice
now I can give my all to You,
nothing else would have sufficed.
Thank You Lord for all her toil
because she represents great strength
for even in adversity
she persevered through great a length.

If anyone be candidate
let it be her You honour Lord
for You know all about her struggle
and surely You are her reward.
I praise You greatly for Her life
my life without her could not be,
show her Your favour without measure
for everything she's meant to me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!


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Cold love

We can all read that the love will become cold
We can all see that what has been foretold
Is the world we live in now

We can be amazed that two thousand years ago
It was written where the world would go
It is the world we live in now

The love that is cold is from the brothers close
A bitter cup to swallow, a bitter poisoned dose
It is the world we live in now

We see selfishness
We feel loneliness
We see lawlessness
We feel lovelessness

As was sagely said
In the pages that I’ve read:

“To live up high with the saints we know,
Oh Lord, that would be glory,
But to live down here with the saints below,
Now that’s a different story!”


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She Had Wings

A tribute to a wonderful friend who was taken from us by cancer.

She Had Wings
 11-24-07  
Dave Stinnett
                         
SHE HAD WINGS,  SHE COULD LIFT US UP 
WHEN OUR WORLD SEEMED TOO HEAVY
WINGS OF LOVE, ALWAYS OPEN WIDE 
TO SOOTHE A WOUNDED SOUL
          
THOUGH SORROW FILLS OUR HEARTS, REJOICE THAT          
GOD HAS FILLED HIS PROMISE        
AND ANGELS HAVE A ROOM NEXT TO HIS THRONE                  
YOU SEE, SHE WAS NEVER OURS TO CALL OUR OWN

SHE HAD WINGS, AND NOW SHE’S FLYING HOME


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In Reverence To The One Up There

How did we acquire the knowledge of getting food following all protocols and procedures of knowing when the Earth is in a fine mood to give a handshake of bountiful harvest? In search of knowledge and understanding man has explored Nature, down to its hood and due to his short comings, treated humanity unfairly and rude. Knowing the mechanics of an existing phenomenon makes one a happy and creative dude but having no idea how it even existed makes his understanding still bare and nude Under a higher authority, we’re all nursed be it a gentleman with the fine name-Jude or matter in a non-stop pause having no artery of sustenance like the wood Life and existence, wisdom and health, He’s the source Him- not even the microscopes can elude He is existing, everlasting and much more than a force He is no other than God and He is good.


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For my mother's birthday

Dear Lord thank You for a mother
who stayed through it all with us,
who has shown us the way to church,
because in You today I trust.
Thank You for every hardship she faced
for she has taught us sacrifice
now I can give my all to You,
nothing else would have sufficed.
Thank You Lord for all her toil
because she represents great strength
for even in adversity
she persevered through great a length.

If anyone be candidate
let it be her You honour Lord
for You know all about her struggle
and surely You are her reward.
I praise You greatly for Her life
my life without her could not be,
show her Your favour without measure
for everything she's meant to me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!


Details | Ode | |

ONWARD CHRISTIAN POETS

ONWARD CHRISTIAN POETS


(To the tune of; Onward
Christian Soldiers)


(It may help if you do sing
along!)


Onward Christian poets,
its time to call our bluff,
You can write with harmony – 
because you know your
stuff.
Write the rhyme my poet
friends,
Then you’ll start new 
trends,
Onward to annoy the folk,
and write some more sick
jokes!

(Chorus)
Onward Christian poets – 
writing as they go,
Waving to the crowd they
do – with Christmas time
in tow! 

Onward then ye poets, 
Christmas is now here,
See those decorations – 
why do we not cheer?
See those festive 
Christmas trees – and 
those fairy lights,
Dazzling on the festive
branch, a monstrous
sight delights!

(Chorus)
Onward Christian poets,
moaning at the sights,
They are not that happy -     
they’ve lost their human
rights!   

Onward then ye poets,
sing as you do write,
Writing all those poems,
it is your human right.
People will complain to
you, but you ignore 
them, true,
All they do is whinge 
and moan – oh I need 
the loo!

(Chorus)
Onward Christian poets,
we suffer writer’s cramp,
Now my failing eyesight,
where’s my bleeding’
lamp?!

Onward Christian poets,
battling PC crap,
But when they read their
poems – we give them all
a clap!
Writing poems of MPs, 
and about their sleaze,
Brussels spout their 
dictating views – their 
expenses we will freeze!

(Chorus)
Onward Christian poets,
smiling as they type,
But sometimes they will
admit – they write a load
of tripe!

Onward Christian poets,
feeling quite depressed,
All they want for Christmas,
is something very blessed.
Listening to the garbage – 
that’s on the TV news,
So we’ll write a whole lot
more – and then we’ll have
a snooze!

(Chorus)
Onward Christian poets,
running out of ink,
All that poetry writing,
sure does make us think!

Onward Christian poets,
off to church we go,
Singing all those Christmas
hymns, ‘oh diddly oh!’       
Oh we need a drink or two,
but we may get drunk – 
Give me now my sparkling
hooch – then we’ll write 
more junk!       

(Chorus)
Onward Christian poets,
we wish you all the best,
Not many can write poetry, 
so we’ll put you to the test!   

Onward Christian poets,
writing in the States,
They are all together – 
eating juicy steaks.
Lots of pampered poets – 
eating to their fill.
Now they’re full from
over-eating – now they
need a pill!

(Chorus)
Onward Christian poets,
touring in the States,
But they keep on writing -  
about their own mistakes.

Finally ye poets – they all
gather round – 
Writing about Good God – 
now they’re heaven bound.
Onward now and forward – 
they love their writing fate,
All aboard the poet train – 
and it’s bleeding’ late!

(Chorus)
Onward Christian poets, 
you we all adore,
So let’s all celebrate poems – 
we all want some more! 

BY
DARRYL ASHTON 
  


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THEY BELIEVED IN THE SAVIOR

The were the three Magi with mantels and beards, traveling
on strong camels as far as Bethlehem and having 
seen a wondrous star, they began their long journey 
by bringing precious gifts, but they warned Joseph and Mary 
of Herod's malicious intent...so they fled to Egypt
on a donkey that never complain of a sore hip! 


They believed in the Savior as Herod himself full of pride,
and being very wise, they never returned
to tell him what kind of child they had found! 
They brought their gifts and knelt at a child
whose fate as foretold was to die for us all,
and he gladly accepted them hearing His Father's call!


Not having heard from the Wise Men who had lied to Him, 
Herod sent his soldiers to kill all children under three: screams terrorized Bethlehem;
no, they weren't moved by their mother's painful cry
and shedding their innocent blood they revenged that lie!
O mothers of Bethlehem, Jesus knew that they were slaughtered because of Him!
O mothers of Bethlehem, you wept and moaned as they bled as a sacrificial lamb!


They believed in the Savior from what they had read,
and wanted to see for themselves the glorious event that Daniel spoken of:
the brightest star shining over Bethlehem as angels sang, 
announcing Christ's birth in a small town groping on a hill of citrus and clove!



Written on December 16, 2012


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An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE


As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God 

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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An Ode to my Christian Brethren

On the backs of giants I walk,
Most of them cursed me right to my face and imposed correction unnecessary,
Most of them as Judas to Joseph, fell to the sting of jealousy, and slew my very soul with the 
Cain like bitterness of accusation.
But still on the backs of giants I walk.
For from the beginning to the end,
When they had the choice to deny the destiny that God had for me, or to embrace it,
They all, everyone, chose to believe.


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AN ODE TO THE HANDS

On Grandma’s bedroom wall hung pencil sketches
To inspire me and draw me in, never fail
The hands in prayer our daily blessing fetches
The cuffs rolled back, work ready, in the detail

The fingerprint motif of light on hands
To give us notice we are unique – and His
Strong thumb accentuating Holy Bands
Steeple elongated fingers, preaching Bliss

On The Tree, He died for our earthly sins
(The cross marked in the veins of the left hand)
He wished to spare us the suffering since
Love and compassion, for which we should stand

Only in Truth can we realise beauty
The Hands setting the example of: “Thank Ye!

[Poetry form used: Sonnet]

If we do not live in Truth, a God given opportunity which we must embrace, then the beauty of all that we perceive will pass us by. ~ Su Crous 

Inspired by: ‘Hands of an Apostle’ by Albrecht Durer: http://uploads4.wikipaintings.org/images/albrecht-durer/hands-of-an-apostle.jpg
DEPICTED IN THE ABOUT SECTION

28/1/2013
Sponsor:	Heather Ober
Contest Name:	Famous Art |


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Untitled #264 / Christian girl

Oh Christian girl
oh regal queen
so lost and happy


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HAIL TO COURAGEOUS PATRICK

" Hail to courageous Patrick! "
The Christian Irish loudly sang,
taking their chant to all Ireland...
and that made Milchu very sick!


In his veins ran pure blood of Roman nobility;
at that brutal era, Druidism was Ireland's religion,
and he, the follower of Christ, felt much contention...
but armed with determination Patrick fought it fiercely!  


" Hail to courageous Patrick!"
As a saint he never accepted defeat;
he was bread and water for the weak...
endless fear for the High Priest!


" Pagans, you shall not worship neither the Sun
nor idols, Christ is your true Lord! "
He preached in all villages ignoring any frown
from that warrior waving his sword!


Would he had never been captured
and sold into slavery, all Ireland wouldn't have known liberty;
his task was to tend sheep as David,
but choose to give his entire soul to God to wipe out idolatry!  


" Hail to courageous Patrick! "
Every man, woman and child shouted without being afraid;
they knew that God had sent this holy and kind man to them
to teach prayers of fervent faith!


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ALTAR OF EARTH

The altar of earth;
Is a refrain to iniquity,
the diary to trespasses
transgressing the mission,
Of the lord blessing.

The altar of the earth;
the iniquity came to sin, 
and trespasses the saint.

The altar of the earth;
The unclean sit, under the foot
They disseminate uncleaniliness.

The altar of earth;
It an unholy gathering
It meant for the unbeliever
It the sacred heart of
The sinners
Be observant my brother
Make it a holy nation
God bless you!!!


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ONWARD CHRISTIAN POETS

ONWARD CHRISTIAN POETS


(To the tune of Onward Christian
Soldiers)


(Please try to sing along)


Onward then ye poets, we
all want some more,
All that writing poems - we
all do adore,
Now my ink is dry, as I start
to cry,
No one writes good poems
now, this I can't deny.

(Chorus)
Onward Christian Poets,
writing as they do,
I have writers cramp now,
and I need the loo.

Onward to the library, as
it's quiet like home,
But why are so many 
yapping on their mobile
phone?
This I will not tolerate, 
and they have to go,
All I want is peace and 
quiet - that they'll all soon
know!

(Chorus)
Onward Christian poets,
having a crafty smoke,
Will they continue writing - 
oh yes, but where's our 
coke?

Onward to the council,
we want a tax-free grant,
All that red tape, now, it
really makes me rant!
Jobsworths in their offices,
looking all elite,
Grinning like a Cheshire 
cat - their pockets they do
treat!

(Chorus)
Onward Christian poets,
feeling very down,
When they're free from
writing - they all hit the
town!

Come now turn those phones
off - I can't concentrate,
All that clicking and yapping - 
all this I really hate!
Turn the darn things off, I
say - as I lose my cool,
Now I'm Victor Meldrew - 
I don't believe it, fool! 

(Chorus)
Onward Christian poets,
sitting down for tea,
Hello to that nice lady - 
sitting on my knee!

Onward Christian poets
march to London Town,
They are to campaign, 
and to see the crown.
Onward to the palace, 
and to see the Queen - 
Can she save the poets
verse, and tell them
they're supreme!

(Chorus)
Onward Christian poets,
all do want some sun,
Facing boring Nick Clegg - 
and David Cameron!

Onward then to Parliament,
were the corrupt do plot,
Guy Fawkes at the ready - 
writing his verse in soot.
Will we write the poems of
what happened here,
Poets at the ready now - 
we've nothing left to fear!

(Chorus)
Onward Christian poets,
you are now the best.
For you have all made
history - by writing in
mode text!


THE END

BY
DARRYL ASHTON  


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ONWARD CHRISTIAN COUNCILLORS

ONWARD CHRISTIAN COUNCILLORS
(To the tune of Onward Christian soldiers)


Onward Christian 
councillors meeting 
as the do,
They are round a
table for the privileged
few.
Talking serious matters,
as they do insist, 
Drinking cups of coffee,
and dunking their
biscuits.

(Chorus)
Onward Christian 
councillors, sitting oh
so grand,
They are talking 
business, and getting
cash in hand.

Fighting all the do-
gooders, like the
opposition,
Listen very carefully,
voice your own 
opinion,
Talking to each other,
as the day wears on,
Lighting up their pipes
and more, now they'll
have some fun!

(Chorus)
Onward Christian 
councillors, praying
as they do,
All they want are
answers - that is very
true.

Fighting against the
power - of people at
the top,
All they get are glares,
and to hold a strop!
Fighting now for justice,
for the guilty crew,
They will now all be
sacked - and get a 
pension too!  

(Chorus)
Onward Christian
councillors, they
have won the war,
Now they have some
fun - as they all go 
far.

Now they've won their
battle - for the right
to vote,
The PC crew queue up - 
just to have a gloat.
Out the door they all 
do go - looking back to 
dwell,
Now they all are sulking
now - inside a prison
cell.   

(Chorus)
Onward honest councillors,
they are now in power.
First they need a coffee - 
and an ice cold shower!

Onward then the heroes,
who have saved the day,
All are now in power - as
they shout hooray!
No more bad behaviour, 
that is banned for good,
Scoffing on their biscuits
now - where's the 
Christmas pud!

(Chorus)
Happy Christmas to all
of you - now let's sing
a song,
Oh the PC zealots are
banging on their gong!

Onward Blackpool Council,
they are now the best,
They have proved with
honours - they all passed 
the test.
Now the future looks so
bright - as the lights do
show - 
Forward now we all do
march - Blackpool you
do glow.

(Chorus)
Onward Blackpool's 
lights show - you can
shine so bright.
Now you are a treat to
see - and a sheer 
delight.

BY
DARRYL ASHTON


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Ode to a Forsaken World

I remember when as a small community,
we would reach out to those in need;
And our days would seem to be fulfilled,
if we practiced one good deed.

We would walk the streets with heads held high,
and smile at those we meet along the way;
And children would respect their elders,
for they knew they too would be old one day.

Family always cared for family,
when they were hurt and grieving alone;
And it would have been so shameful,
to consider putting them in old age homes.

Marriages would last til someone died,
even though the hard times were tough to take;
And we would just thank God for what we had ,
and stick it out for the families sake.

We would gather at Sunday dinners,
and laugh at the week we had;
Now it seems to me these treasures have died,
and for that we should be sad.

Life was simple way back then,
when we were friendly or quick to lend a hand;
Now we pass by each other with our heads hung low,
Just strangers in a forsaken land.


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ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS - REVISED

Onward Christian soldiers
As though we are at war
Let’s all fight for poetry
The art we all adore
Poetry is neglected
In the press or on TV
Let’s increase its coverage,
More publicity.

(Chorus)
Onward Christian Soldiers
Let’s all tell them the score
Poetry is wonderful
We all want some more.

Onwards then ye poets
Show them we’re not scared
Placards at the ready
With the rhyming word,
Let’s invade the mighty
To London march and then
Thrust aside those iron gates
And march on Number 10.

(Chorus)
Onward Christian Soldiers
Let’s all tell them the score
Poetry is wonderful
We all want some more.

Write to famous people
Ken Dodd or the Queen
To recite a limerick
On the TV screen
President Bush should help us
I hear he likes a rhyme
Everybody phone the Pope
He’s on VAT 69

(Chorus)
Onward Christian Soldiers
Let’s all tell them the score
Poetry is wonderful
We all want some more

Onwards then ye poets
Here ends our little chat
And I know that some will
Say: “Thank God for that.”
But carry on your marching
With your flags unfurled
Shouting out “more poetry”
Telling all the world.

(Chorus)
Onward Christian Soldiers
Let’s all tell them the score
Poetry is wonderful
We all want some more.


BY
DARRYL ASHTON