Michael Ramel The Primordial Poet Poet Couplet

Notes About The Poem

[a] 2 Corinthians 1:17-18; [b] 2 Corinthians 1:19c; [c] James 1:17; [d] 1 Peter 3:17-18; [e] James 1:8

Kibitzing for Christ

God is making this world a parody
So, laugh with God’s hilarity
This is a bizzarro world
Where girls can be boys and boys be girls

“Was I fickle when I intended to do this?
 Or do I make my plans in a worldly manner
 so that in the same breath I say both “Yes, yes” and “No, no”?
 But as surely as God is faithful,
 our message to you is not “Yes” and “No,[a] but Yes[b]
The Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, 
neither shadow of turning.”[c]

Freedom of speech is a right
But that doesn’t mean you can say whatever you like
Sartre-an existentialism says there are no universals
“There is no God” a universal with no reversals
The atheists claim there is no God
But how can a naturalist claim a universal, it seems odd?
All the pseudo-religiousness
Always leads back to humanness 
Even the claimed deities
Have metaphysical disease
If Ares is a god but gets killed in war
Do we give up his deity or human score
How many genders are there? I ask rhetorically
Please proffer something other than metaphorically
All these gender benders with their sleight of hand
Are never-enders living in a fairy tale land
It’s (or they) are not real
It’s all in the mind of corrupted zeal
As a child sits on its father’s lap
Is supported by the father and can reach up and slap
Its father’s face
(The founders rolling over in their respective grave)
This is the picture of what all these American’ts do
They are making a mockery of the red, white and blue
They are supported intellectually by the heavenly Father
(But don’t give Him the credit, why bother?)
And reach up and slap His face 
They are an intellectual disgrace
We all must repent at different junctures of life
We all must bow the knee before the Light
Either you will do it willingly 
Or you will be brought to a knee
If there is now even a spark
That’s the Holy Spirit shining Christ in the dark
We don’t need child rearing advice
From Pink Floyd’s motherly side 
We don’t need an over controlling mother
We don’t need a government that will smother 
And Eric Stewart’s sarcastic love song to his wife
Gives no hope to those with no hope and say that’s life
All the relics of the Roman host
Are crying blood for the perpetually lost
But we mourn differently
We mourn un-miff-ed-ly
So we kibitz for Christ
We give the Gospel advice
Not by deceptive word
Even as the devil took a third
Satan as a sifter
Or a watchdog barking at a drifter

Christ has assigned us work
Just as He worked in and through Charlie Kirk

“But and if ye suffer for righteousness' sake
happy are ye: and be not afraid 
of their terror, neither be troubled[d]
and of mind don’t be doubled"[e]

For those who have run the course
And those yet to prepare their horse
Let us honor Christ
As we follow Him in suffering to the finish line

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