The Cat in the Hat came back a while ago
But the costume he wore to vroom the pink snow
Made him look like an extra in a cheap minstrel show
So that cat was pure toast; he just had to go...
Little Bo Beep has been put to sleep
Haven't you noticed? Not one black sheep
And Old King Cole, stripped of his royal role
For culturally appropriating merry old 'soul'...
As for Rocky the Squirrel and His Friends
They've met an untimely end
For mocking two good Communist spies Boris and Natasha "Badenov"
Rocky and Bullwinkle surely will die...
With sorrow, I inform you of the demise
Of Clark Kent, whom fans came to despise
For resisting the advances of one Lois Lane
'Course had he succumbed, he'd have been killed just the same...
And shed no tears for the 'Mighty Mouse Playhouse'
For 'Mighty' was a real louse of a mouse
He thought some characters good, others evil
Thereby denying relativism -- How terribly medieval!
We spend a lifetime hunting for the keystone
To happiness, and what defines "success"
And yet we're born with all that we require
The precious gifts and talents we possess
Long before the earth and heavens spiraled
The Lord had given number to our breaths
And all that we would be and ever realize
Was ordered in our birth, unto our deaths
Still, we're creatures of unique intention
Coursing lives within these fragile shells
Tempering our fate with joys and choices
And the darkness that our effort quells
But life is the true blessing of existence
And appropriating all that we've received
Will give the glory to our Lord and Savior
So bearing witness, as we have believed
And if someday we stand before our Maker
Our lives of faithful service giv'n His Son
He'll bless our ears, as He has blessed our spirits
"You've honored me ... my good and faithful one"
~ 4th Place ~ in the "The Parable Of The Talents" Poetry Contest, Holly Hippocampus, Judge & Sponsor.
Rhyme Form ABCB
discovered primacy birthright
(i.e. revanchist deeded sic - seeded),
what "she," viz Mother Nature
felt tubby "her" right,
bar no holds Gaia
pulled out all stops
punishingly ravaged North Carolina
mercilessly didst wring
havoc bore out flooding
and proved accurate "NON
FAKE" fervent devout
alarmist theologians
appropriating weather forecasters dire
prediction as doomsday message
fore taste testing, telling, and texting
presaging Armageddon authored
by cosmic playwright,
whence global pulverizing,
savaging, and torturing spite
fully sucker punching
swing, perhaps indicative dire strait
(a hunch from this topflight
atheist) posits ultraright
religionists possibly ascribe
divine creator a bit uptight.
Forgetting has nothing to do with forgiveness of
Offenses, and forgiving the offender frees the offended.
Refusal to forgive adds fuel to an already inflamed wound,
Giving little hope of ever overcoming the hurt and moving on.
I can only receive forgiveness from God as I am able to forgive others.
Vindictive mind-sets and pursuits of revenge are valuless and most futile.
Each of us is a candidate for appropriating God's Grace for His healing power,
Never allowing the inflicted pain to push us into the quicksand of endless sorrow.
Every person must have his day in the court of eternal justice; not in our hearts.
Sometimes, it's hard and takes time to forgive and heal, because we are human.
Sadness and sorrows will in time, pass, and our healing will become medicine for others.
10252017 PS
Crime & Punishment
By
Tom Wright
There once was a scoundrel called Black Bart,
Who thought appropriating bank money was smart.
Until the sheriff got wind,
And to his jail he did send,
When in court he begged the judge to have heart.
it’s said by women to women
that the most offensive word
(in the english language)
they can be called is
the C word---
this word cannot be uttered by men around women,
it’s said by women to men,
it’s said by men to men
when conversing about the women who told them
amidst other women or
alone
without other women present.
all words stumble round its usage like
a toddler
meandering across a
fresh patch of ice in slippers made of
butter.
as cyanide in your favorite drink or
perhaps something of a barbed wire jockstrap
you know better than to tread that water,
best to swim instead of sink---
but men will call each other this word
like its nobody’s business
especially in england
and it’s laughable
how quickly its forgotten that women still
frequent
these areas said to be inhabited only by those with
penises---
it is still a word isn’t it?
one of many,
whose disgustingness has brought violence with them
for hundreds if not
thousands of years.
so will this word be picked up by women who
feel its usage to be violent, misogynistic & vile,
only then subsequently appropriating it for their own
giving it new meaning?
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