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Franklin Goode Poem
Do You Love Self?
I have always loved self. Self was my first love. No one can ever take self’s place.
Self know how to make me happy. We go places, that I have never been. Always was my best friend.
Recently, self has been acting strange, noticing others more than me. I am displeased. I asked self, why are you doing these things to me? Self does not know why, and is afraid to lie.
I think, we need to re-evaluate our relationship. If we are going to continue this way. What am I going to tell the family? My friends? The neighbors? This problem is bigger than I thought.
Who can I ask for help. After all, everyone loves self. I know, I will give self one more chance. And if it doesn’t work out, I will find me a new self. Self! It time for us to have a serious talk.
Self! Do you love me? Of course I do. I always have, and I always will. Now! Go to sleep and stop dreaming…
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WHY ARE CHURCH DOORS LOCKED?
I have been a member for many years. I attend when ever I can. I pray and pay.
I guess, I took it for granted, but not anymore. I must stand up for all that want to know. For all that need to know. No! I am not a hero, but I would like to know.
There was a time in my youth, when it was un-thinkable to lock a church door. Did congress pass a law, while I was sleeping? Should I call the sheriff? Why didn’t the pastor tell me? Does he know? Did he lock the front door, side door, and even the back door? Does God know, the doors at the church are locked? Saints, we are in big trouble.
Okay! Let’s get serious. Are you trying to keep something locked out? Are you trying to keep something locked in? This could be a sin. There are two individuals in the congregation that I can ask. They certainly must know answer. After all, their name is Brother Lock and Brother Smith. Yes! The Lock Smith Brothers.
Now if the Devil is locked up, when I leave church, I’m okay with that. You say, I should not worry about this. Well! It is now at the top my list. I want to know more. It’s time to stop church crime.
Dr. "G"
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An Unforgettable Crime, Between Sunrise and Sunset
Mankind shall never forget their choice and misdeed. Yes! He was highly displeased. An incident like none ever before. A betrayal of love and trust, that caused an eternity of fuss.
It happen in a small garden, a village called Eden, in the state of paradise. Population not many, but the animals were plenty.
A golden law was broken. The guilty parties attempted to flee, and ran through the trees. Not knowing, there was no escape from this place.
The guilty, were called and did not respond. It was as if an evil light came on. One whispered to the other “let’s lay low and maybe He’ll go”.
An alert was issued nationwide. A subpoena was served; the two knew they were jailbirds.
When asked, why were you hiding? The leader spoke and said, “I was influenced by the other party you introduced to me”. “I was misled. You should have known, it wasn’t a good match. I don’t want to leave this home”.
The voice said to them, “a forbidden law was broken”. A one man jury and judge were appointed. The jury deliberated on the spot and justice was hot.
They were told, “Go on your way”.
The world will never forget this day. What was perfect became imperfect. Now you know. “A simple bite of life can forever change you and your wife”.
The sentencing was fair. Both were told to leave. As they departed, I heard one say “Come On Eve”.
Dr. “G”
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What Did The 3 Legged Dog Say To The 2 Legged Cat?
What an amazing thing to see by any eye. Two creatures on there way home, spoke as
if they were from a war zone.
All though both were missing parts, they had tremendous heart. Cat, what do they call
you? My friends call me 2 Blue.
Dog, what do they call you? My friends call me 3 paws. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
Same here 2Blue.
Are you curious? Everybody I meet seems to be. Not really 2 Blue. What rights have I,
to say whose whole? Looks to me like you have plenty of soul.
Thank you 3 Paws; I would imagine you are quite a dog, with lots of heart and plenty of
bark.
So, 2 Blue, what’s up? Seen any action lately? Not since the alley fight in 2002, when my
back was against the wall, and I took a heavy fall.
What about you 3 Paw? What’s your story? Well, it’s a lone one, but I like to keep it
short. I was in the dark in 2007, sniffing like I normally do, when guess who? Right! The
Rockwilder Brothers jumped me.
While running, I slipped on some ice, and they weren’t nice with there bites
I agree, we all learned our lessons in life. Something’s are good, and some aren’t so
nice.
3 Paw, see you around. 2 Blue, I’ll be in town.
Dr. “G”
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Where is it… I don’t see it…
I heard you say it’s coming. You also said, it will be here any moment now. Well the moment has come and gone. Did it go home... Perhaps, alone…
Okay, I trusted you in the past. Sometimes you were right and many times you wrong. Now before I leave, I really want to belief you.
Tell me one more time. When is it coming… What will it look like… And what can I expect… Will it be traveling along… I sure hope you are not wrong.
Say What… You can feel it coming now. How.. You see the trees shaking, and the leaves floating in the air. You say sometimes, it can be cool or hot.
Now I am totally distorted. I am leaving. You are not making sense. You sound like a pole-less fence.
Wow! You were right. I feel it. I didn’t know it would feel so good on a hot day. I can’t see it; it’s making a funny sound as it passes by me. I didn’t know it was so fast.
It does not stay in one place long. Now it’s gone. Will it come soon, maybe before noon?
What do you call it… Does it have a name… It’s called the wind. Thanks, clouds and sun. I owe you one.
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I Forgot My Password Again
Tried yesterday, today, and probably tomorrow as well. One more will be number twelve.
Can’t use my birthday, name, social security, or home address. Think I’ll rest, or do what
is best.
Tried dreaming a password. No luck! Saw three ducks, counted six legs and went back
to bed.
Prayed and prayed. Stayed and stayed. No answer. Perhaps, they forgot their
password also. Say what? I need a password to pray? My God, what a day!
Saw two senior citizens walking down the street. Nosy me, asked a question. What’s a
good password? One said “are you a nerd”?
I replied with a no. The other said, how old are you? I told them my age, and they said
divide it by two. I heard the other say poor guy, he doesn’t get the clue.
One of them asks me, what is your name? Good! Divide it the same. Wow! A new
password. Stupid me! If I could only remember my name. Oh well! Guess I’ll log in
as “No one to blame”.
Dr. “G”
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What did the fly on wall see at the last supper?
Really! You say there were no flies on the wall during the last supper. How can you be sure? Okay, there’s more.
What a supper! I the fly, never witness such a meal. Never seen so many concerned and worried men in a small room. One would think, they hadn’t eaten in forty days.
The candle light was low and the voices also. The evening started out peaceful, but little did the twelve know, this night would bring a big show, that history would always know.
There was one betrayer at the table, who wasn’t eating. He had a worried look on his face, as if; he was late for a date. A short wrinkly face man, flipping a silver coin. He kept watching the sand dial with anxiousness.
Even I, the fly began to get nervous. I flapped my wings to cool myself for a moment.
As the supper was winding down, just before dessert was served, the wrinkly face man announced he had an urgent appointment, he had to attend.
The guest of honor said “Just a moment, before you go, don’t worry about closing the door. As a matter of fact, leave some room in your pockets. For this ungodly thing you are about to do.”
Powerful words, even for I the fly. The guest of honor was cool, calm and very collective. He said in a divinely voice, “this is the last super that I will have with you.” Now there were deep concerns, as quietness echoed the room.
A toast was proposed. Everyone has a glass of wine and a piece of bread; this would be a night known as the beginning of a testament.
The fly knows, what he knows, and he can attest to the facts. After the toast, all the men formed a circled, holding hands with heads down, and whispering Amen…
As a matter of fact, there never has been, nor will it ever be, a night like that night.
This is not a fly story, but a story, 'The Guest of Honor' died for.
Dr. “G”
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Was Jesus a Listener or a Talker?
Once upon a time, mouth and ears were in a great debate, of who was the most import and added the most value. Mouth said if it weren’t for me, ears would not have a job to do. Mouth said “I am able to alert people, I am able to comfort people. I am able to say beautiful things like “I love you”.
“I feel like I have the edge on importance. That being said, I think that’s my case for being the most important”. Now ears said “I listen very attentive and carefully to what all you had to say, and I believe if it wasn’t for ears, everything that you said would be wordless”.
Ears further stated “yes I heard all that you said, and I gave value to it, but a lot of what I heard; I discarded and deleted, so that it could not be processed”. So the conversation went on for quite some time, but finally both agreed; that mouth, the greatest of all you said and do, is when you pray.
And the ears said “the almighty ears, hears all of your most important words that come from the heart”. In final conclusion the mouth said “from now on, whatever I say will come from the heart”.
And the ears said “from now on everything that I hear, I will hear from the heart.” And they all lived happily thereafter.
Dr. "G"
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Did you know, Love was in an accident?
What! When? Where? Wow! My, my. Tell me it’s a lie.
Can we pause for a moment of silence, focusing on love? Hold on there, love not gone. It’s real, but love wasn’t killed.
When did it happen? It was yesterday evening, I’m believing. It happen, when love was leaving. Everything seem peaceful, it was a lovely day, so they say.
Where was love? In a quite restaurant enjoying a delicious meal. And in came the unreal. Love was taken by surprise; no one thought love would survive.
Wow! All were speechless, love seem so powerless. As if someone had stolen all the joy. I am telling you what I know, but I suppose there is more.
I had warned love to be very careful. Always check out your company. Don’t be in a hurry; look in all directions before proceeding, and definitely no speeding.
Poor love. Made an illegal turn, and ran head on into trouble. Had a concussion and saw double. Forgot the basic rules of the game; avoid some situations, its okay to be ashame.
I believe love will learn to yield the right of way, on the next given day. It really didn’t have to be this way.
Innocent bystanders saw what happen to love. They said a few kind words while looking above. Someone dialed 1-800-Broken-Heart. It didn’t take long, the crew arrived and love was still alive.
Love is in therapy and recovering from love-gitis. They said it could have been worst; thank God there was no Funeral Hurst.
Sometimes our hearts get the best of us, especially in tender moments, warm occasions and special situations.
Thank you love, live long and always remember, sometimes things go wrong.
Have A Lovely Day…
Dr. “G”
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The Pleasure of Thinking and Thanking
Pleasure comes in many forms. The ultimate is what pleases you. So decide! Do for you, what others may not do.
Please do not misunderstand, it’s not a game. You are already a winner, just as you stated and did not hesitate.
It amazing, I can do both and receive the same joy. Ummm! The pleasure of thinking and thanking. It’s delicious and nutritious.
I must do it more. This, I could adore. I think, I will thank more.
Since I’ve tried it, I have become a better me. Ah! What a relief, no more tests, more rest, less stress, more pleasantry when dealing with humanity.
What was I thinking? When I could have been thanking. Oh well! Never too late, I may as well take the bait.
EXTRA- EXTRA, Read all about it! “Individual Discovers New Gift”. As a result of this discovery, numerous life changing events have made their life meaningful, joyful, and peaceful.
Thanking you, for thinking of me.
Dr. “G”
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