Best Deduct Poems
We Cannot Add To HIS Work!
We cannot add to the work of the cross, nor can
we take away from its value! JESUS, HIMSELF
said just before HE died on the cross, “It Is
finished”!! Why would we want to add or take
away anything from it when HE said, “It is
finished”? It was a work that only GOD, HIMSELF
could have completed for us!
We cannot “work” our way to Heaven as wonderful
as the work is or looks like it is, your work will not get you
into Heaven! What would you add to the work that
JESUS did, or deduct from it? When you stand before the
FATHER of HEAVEN and EARTH, and HE asks you straight
out, “What did you do with MY SON’s Work on
and before the cross”? “Why didn’t you accept HIM
and what HE had done for you”? Are you going to say,
“Well, I didn’t think it was what I wanted to be able
to get to Heaven with? It was too violent, too bloody
and I wanted to do beautiful works to get there!
How foolish! How can we even comprehend the
suffering that CHRIST did for us to be able to spend
eternity with HIM! HIS FATHER is the ONE WHO
determined how “man” could be reunited with HIM
after the fall of Adam and Eve. JESUS committed
HIMSELF to the FATHER’s plan of Salvation and totally
surrendered to it; HE left Heaven and came to earth
to carry it out!
If we don’t “surrender” to HIM, then the words
you will hear when you stand before the Throne
of FATHER GOD will be, Depart from ME for
I never knew you! Then the angels of the LORD
will escort you to Hell.
Please rethink your position here about, JESUS; as
it is JESUS and JESUS alone that purchased your salvation
by HIS most precious BLOOD. Like the Bible say,
our sin debt can only be paid by the Precious Blood of the LAMB,
JESUS CHRIST not with the blood of bulls and goats. Know this to; HIS BLOOD is still as powerful today as the day it was shed on Calvary
2000 years ago.
Why not accept HIS sacrifice today for your sins and life and
ask JESUS into your heart and life and serve HIM the
rest of your life as your LORD and SAVIOR!
GOD bless,
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
January 5, 2019
The Power of the Tron
Said the Big Computer to the Human Computee:
“Without me, sir, you must concur,
Wherever would you be?
I tally all your numbers, and I even give advice,
Unlike you, I’m objective and predictably precise.
‘Way down my epicenter, I’ve a calculating brain
That can compile, compute, compound, expound, explore, explain.
Oh, don’t you wish you had my wits, if only an iota,
For I’ve more news than I can use -
I'm programmed to my quota.”
And on and on it carried on, continuing to scoff,
Until the Human Computee reached down and turned it OFF.
And now The Big Computer sits there idle all the day,
Without a boasting, bragging, calculating thing to say,
While on the chair, beside it there, the Human Factor lingers,
Computing trig and calculus by counting on its fingers,
And when its used its fingers up, it can simply transpose
And still deduce, deduct, add up, by counting on its toes!
Take heed, you Mighty IBMs, and other pedigrees,
Before you get too taken with your capabilities –
You may have stores of knowledge;
You may be an Alpha Tron,
But it’s the Human Digit
Ultimately
Turns
You
ON.
AM DREAMER
it refers to a new type of HAIKU
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I'm a dreamer, it's the fact
This is what I'm able to deduct
After looking at my special tract
My dreams are like seeds, protected by a bract
'cause I wanna shine, due to my powerful tact
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I shall fly, like a shiny bright light
I'm gonna be, in the perfect sight
Am still hoping, and I want to fight
Until my dreams will be accomplished, to be allright
I stayed awake, awake overnight
You couldn't know how I feel, because it's so tight
And deep in my heart, isn't that right
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Listen to me carefully, mate
There's no time for us to wait
Our dreams to be real, we'll be so late
We must get them out, 'cause they're innate
Yes you believe me, we're all able to change our fate
The Bathroom Scales
By Elton Camp
There they are, just daring us to step on
And see which way our weight has gone
The bathroom mirror shows the sad fact
But the authority of a read-out it does lack
And while in there we are entirely out of luck
Ten pounds for clothing cannot try to deduct
But we can still imagine there’s some defect
That what the scales say is not really correct
Finally we step on, dreading how they may read
And, sure enough, it isn’t what we hope or need
So, we resolve that much harder we will try it
And this time we will carefully follow our diet
But until we have enough time to lose some weight
It’s better to put the scales in the garage in a crate
If I could be your President,
certain things would change!
Since no one really knows me,
I suppose you think that's strange!
Folks might think I'm crazy!
But soon, they're gonna see!
That, once I make my changes known,
I know they'll vote for me!
First, I'll make a money change!
Which, I think will be real neat.
I'll make the "nickel" our smallest coin,
and the "penny" - obsolete!
Prices for gas, will be rounded off!
As they used to be , before.
So, when I'm elected, rest assured,
9/10's, will be no more!
I'll add a new rule in baseball,
to speed up the game, perhaps!
I'll make it illegal for batters to spit,
or to keep adjusting their straps!
Spitting's not only, disgusting and gross,
but, unnecessary, vulgar, and crude!
Not to mention, a real bad example,
for youngsters, by whom, it is viewed!
Basketball players, must change their ways.
Showboating, will be no more!
Dunking the ball or grabbing the rim,
will deduct two points from the score!
I'll change the rules about Smoking!
No smoking "inside" or "out"!
You can only smoke under water!
It'll make Smoking much harder, no doubt!
These are a few small examples,
of some changes that need to be!
But, if you want to see it happen,
then you better vote for me!
In this lifeskills class in political economics,
we look at politics as healthy power
and economics as wealthy flow
of cooperatively held assets
and win/win co-passionate resources,
investments in polycultural symbiosis
and disinvestments from monoculturing politics
bad relationships and nontransactions of hoarding
and competing discommunications
suffering monolithically
Anthro-centric LeftBrain dominance.
This lifeskills class
may also reconsider
where paying-it-forward economics
and democratically cooperating politics
lead to healthier and wealthier outcomes
for society
and all Earth Tribe cultures
than patriarchal capitalist
systemic RightWing trauma.
If economic flow
and co-investment balancing function
are sacred,
then politically interdependent relationships
might be divine,
designed with therapeutic intention
co-arising positive wealth-care practice.
We might conclude this lifeskills class
for medicinal doctorates in health optimization,
with some split-brain research
concluding that RightBrained politics
can only Be present
with graced ego/eco-proportional presence,
a non-languaged
embodied
root systemic
HappySpace of co-empathic confluence
with Positive Political Psychology.
Meanwhile, LeftBrained evolving economic function
flows from past to deduct-reduct-redact,
then re-language
a lexicon of future's felt win/win v. win/lose
v lose/lose mind/body
wealth/health frequencies,
stored in dialectical strings of DNA
back through transgenerations of space/time
co-revolution.
This politics of Right's timeless-present
political grace
informs Left's economic discernment
of sacred cooperative space
as primal relationship of Self+Other,
as Yang-AnthroMind with Yin-EarthBody.
We could conclude this lifeskills class
intending to elect political leaders
to deep listen to economic
nutritional wealth mentors
speaking compassionately
about how to grow healthy
co-empathically powerful
win-economic-mind/win-political-body
co-relationships
Which may require letting go
of Earth's monotheistic-capitalist
systemically traumatized clergy
Supporting God's BeLoved People
with competitive win/lose
missionary economics,
silently sustaining
AnthroPrivileged
trans-phobic
unhealthy ordained gurus
and mono-theistic
unwise
unwealthy politicized thugs.
Every time and anytime,
i mistakenly delete or loss a poem
that i have sweated so hard to compose
i feel like,
i have lost a golden child,
but after couples of struggling to retrieve back the poem,
from the land of lost poets,
I normally eventually get it back,
this always happens formally abnormally,
that it keeps me wondering,
Why and how come?
And i notice that,
God always purposely makes me to loss or unintentionally delete my poem,
so that I could write it much better,
and it always gets way better.
But the first informal vanishing feelings,
is always so bashing and banishing,
that if one is not wise, pushing and strong,
that would led to the dearth of a new born poem.
Overtime,
I try to quench,
but I can't bench,
for the toughness of my poem,
never let me remain in softness
because it only deletes from the laptop, paper and surface,
But it never deduct nor abort from my brain
It dances continuously,
like rainstorm in my brain,
non-stop, till it is conceived again,
through ink, then it winks happily at me
This makes me feel like a poetic Hero,
who goes to battle with no sharp armoury,
but with a pen, paper and sharp memory,
and still wins the vigorous war,
which blocks the resurrection of his poem and the success of his sharp vision.
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 56
To what extent can there be room for free will
If what governs is the Principle Yang-Yin
Since the future can largely be told at will
Since the Yi Jing permits karma to fulfil
Good works compensate pitfalls one stumbles in
To what extent can there be room for free will
For the Principle to work there must be Evil
In living things with will embedded in the gene
Since the future can largely be told at will
At what stage can karma begin the peril
Quadrupeds sans will or when bipeds sin
To what extent can there be room for free will
Does karmic balance-sheet deduct influence ill
Parents environs victims of upbringing
Since the future can largely be told at will
None can be guilty as the mythic Devil
The game’s over what pardon when neither win
To what extent can there be room for free will
Since the future can largely be told at will
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Entice the essence of the word
A lexicon of value heard
A luxury of words astute
With salutation and salute
Inside this circle, only squares
And children point with double dares
A solo singer comes in pairs
While stepping down to climb the stairs
I'm sending letters without stamp
A street light stands without a lamp;
Deduct the darkness from my bill
My empty tank too full to fill
A centimeter is no inch
Before the punch it's time to flinch
A baker's dozen has thirteen
And what you saw you've never seen
When I get home I've gone away
I work too hard when I'm at play
Tomorrow is my yesterday
My ferrous feet are made of clay
I win the race when I have lost
Find out the price but not the cost
My brand new plane is highway bound
Square holes I own are in the round
I guess I've got a problem here
I ask for wine and got a beer
I know the words but cannot write
I have my eyes but have no sight
I think it's time to go to bed
But when I do I'm getting up
I did not say what I just said
So pour my saucer in my cup
Inside Araba bus, he lonely weep
No one show him sympathy, as i peep
Solititude ally i thought, but he uttered
'I give you the power to grant desired'
In his hand, a list of whom to die
And people's unanswered appeal, all tie
I look at the wishes of those before us
And those after us, I saw all their hearts
Their dark pact, and their motives
I checks everyone's wishes and strives
Their genius minds, their selfish secrets
Their inventions, what is left uncreate
Then my mind became useless
My friends, my enemies, are all heartless
I join him in his lonely weeping
With what i saw, Death is a blessing
No one showed sympathy toward us
As he insisted, added or deduct, a must
With what I saw, i granted no wishers
Wrote my name, to done in loneliness.
Unto the earth below my end commences
for I have committed life’s last offences.
But not even death will save
me from taxes in the grave
and now I can’t deduct living expenses!
Written: March 2014
Happy 10th Anniversary
I’d give you ten reasons why I love you
But I’d rather let you see
That my authority is never above you
To you I owe my loyalty indeed
I’d give you ten reasons why I need you
But ten just wouldn’t be enough
Ten plates of my love I’d feed you
And all your doubts I’d deduct
I’d give you ten reasons why I belong to you
But ten reasons just won’t make it
I want the world to hear about the things we do
My love is for real and I’m unable to fake it
I’d give you ten reasons why you’re beautiful
But I’ll keep the world in suspense
I thank you for love with no rules
And to God I pray we never see its end
Happy 10th Anniversary. My Alles.
Mpho Lebohang Mokhele
Church From Sin Was Sterile
Father Farrell found cat who had been feral,
Along with church that from sin was sterile;
Rules curve;
Beer serve,
So during sermon priest rolled out a barrel.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Another attempt resulted in anxiety,
And will run throughout our society;
In big wave,
To my grave,
And I am perturbed by his piety.
Jim Horn
Intensity of Propensity for Sensitivity
With our intelligence and much intensity,
That for we have an immense propensity,
Proclivity could be;
Desire would be;
Since training we selected was sensitivity.
Jim Horn
Narcolepsy is a neurological disorder which
affects the control of sleep and wakefulness.
Leprosy and hypocrisy. Combine these
together and make a poem out of them.
Practice of claiming to have moral standards
or beliefs to which one's own behavior does
not conform to; pretense
Blunt Stunt To Have Witch Hunt
Trump had been ballistics and blunt,
So when he would pull another stunt,
And then betwixt,
Voting was fixed;
Find results we went on a witch hunt.
Jim Horn
Crumble
fumble
humble
jumble
mumble
rumble
stumble
Approaching 6,666.
We did become deeply disenchanted,
When we had been taken for granted;
When sainted,
We had fainted,
Which is when we raved and ranted.
Jim Horn
Always Wonder Why He Does Deny
Always wonder why he does deny and lie
When what we want is go ahead and try,
Become involved;
Problem resolved
Solidly proving that Trump has been a spy.
Jim Horn
Did Deduct From Trump's Conduct
Always would know what we did deduct;
Out of control became Trump's conduct;
And he did scour,
For golden shower,
After eyebrows and hair he had plucked.
Jim Horn
Genesis struggles and strains
sweeps and steers
stresses and sears
toward Exodus,
as traumatic birth
precedes Great Therapeutic Transition
As breathing in spring
pauses at summery fullness
just in time to slowly exhale
down toward falling harvest,
This New Sacred Economic Tree of Life
in Health and Beauty Paradise
produces permacultured
powerful Live-eviL
dipolar co-arising therapy/trauma Trees
beginning dipolar universally regenetic
to ending light/dualdark unitedly
Integral teleology of fractal nature icons,
Muse language of (0) Present Holder EcoLogic,
Time's bilaterally balanced self-perpetuating
love in-between faithful memory
and hopeful imagination,
bicameral ecoconsciousness of light singing day
and darkdancing night
co-defining refining balance
This NOW Time
struggling and straining,
sweeping and steering
toward Leviticus eco-polycultural priesthood
of spirited singing Law
and natural dancing Order
Golden Rules and Ratios,
Language and Meter,
LeftBrain deduct/induct-emergent dominance
of all EarthTribe's cooperative crown/root network
stressing under eviL dissonance,
soaring with eco-nomial Live confluence.
Flying Numbers
metric systems
predicting Deutero-elliptical information,
dialectic binomials
posing double-negative appositional co-arising tensions,
regenerative balancing norms and values
enculturing body health
and wealthy-voiced nurture
as co-invested love
of deep rich cooperative polycultures
Deep learning Natural Spirited Laws
of Design
of and for
Polycultural EarthTribe
health and wealthy happiness
cooperative development,
permacultural co-management,
panentheistic co-ownership.
when... were not
God is there to judge
was were past(-)
now dealing
in present with all
gone before(+)
deduct null
with was were total
equals to(=)
where's neutral
God was and were with
till moment