Best Profiting Poems
January 29 Scripture Meditations Based on Numbers 1-5
Key Verse – Numbers 1:50 But thou shalt appoint the Levites over the tabernacle of testimony, and over all the vessels thereof, and over all things that belong to it: they shall bear the tabernacle, and all the vessels thereof; and they shall minister unto it, and shall encamp round about the tabernacle.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR THE PRIVILEGE TO MINISTER
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your calling
According to Your purpose-sealing…
Despite my unworthiness in fulfilling
Still, You enable me to be willing.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your commanding
According to Your definite instruction-feeding…
Despite my incapacity in heeding
Still, You drive me by Your prodding.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your charging
According to Your precious Word always encouraging…
Despite my weakness in faith-plunging
Still, You push me toward deeds that are life-changing.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your preaching
According to Your immutable precepts with valuable teaching…
Despite my shyness in beseeching
Still, You come to me with Your mercies’ reaching.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your blessing
According to Your bountiful provisions indeed unceasing…
Despite my weariness in pressing
Still, You pull me to strive for good works’ increasing.
Thank You for the privilege to minister, helping others, thru Your exhorting
According to Your divine plan with heavenly profiting…
Despite my frustrations in goal-setting
Still, You let me stay in Your will of blissful worship-meeting.
January 29, 2022
Blessed are those
who love God, the
God of love and
mercy
Blessed are those
who follow one God,
who leads with
compassion showing
mercy
Cursed are those
who follow the Prince
of darkness, who fell
from Heaven dragged
down by the weight
Lesser Ego --
He who shows no Mercy
will be shown no Mercy
A Terrorist is the
Son of the Devil
a Harlot of Evil
All Lives Matter
Even the whores
of the press, the whores
of politics, and those
building mansions
profiting from war
let those who hear
with ears yet open
pause and listen to
the tender heart of
wisdom
while those darkened.
Shut off souls, will know
the Fires of Purification
So written
in the annals of
bloody history
footsteps aimlessly
walking on their trails
beaten down and broken
shiny as the rails
the rails of the train
over used and rusted
crumbling ignored
the system that you trusted
the silence of conformity
the quiet crying song
of people lost in apathy
monotony so long
the old man remembered
the booming days of old
and tried to warn the youngster
with stories he had told
the young man in the t shirt
can hear no warning cries
television cataracts
covering his eyes
commoners injected
with complacent misdemeanors
fed intravenously
from mass media feeders
the heretics will scream
with no one to hear their call
the working slaves will perish
society will fall
in the pulpit yelling
mystifying lies
sweating like a demon
with fire in his eyes
passing round a dish
to collect the workers' wage
saving souls ain't easy
so he sets a stage
profiting from fear
preparing them for death
comfort is a business
says his liquor breath
on the front row fanning
the woman says amen
waiting for the bell
so she can live in sin
forgiveness is a blessing
that god will give to few
surely she'll be one
when her life is through
the child in the classroom
with the curious mind
will be beaten and conditioned
until she too is blind
"trust in the system"
is the motto that they teach
"question nothing,
so higher you can reach"
the land of the free
the home of the brave
only for those of us
content with being slaves
some will stand on street corners
holding big white signs
telling of injustice
held beneath our sights
but those who throw the bombs
which burn society down
those will be the shakers
for true freedom to be found
but the sheep still continue
to justify their life
ignoring others torment
blind to their strife
perpetuating failure
selling bankers souls
to keep on consuming
to get the best remote control
to build themselves a shield
what kind of life is this
numbness is a virtue
and ignorance is bliss
The Lies of Michael Moron
Among the left and the delusional
He is the unsung hero
As long as you don’t fact check
And live in a world called reality
An advocate who lies and twists statistics
I invite the man
Go live in Cuba
With no money
He is a multimillionaire
Pulling the wool over the poor
And uneducated
Need I tell you Moore?
These days we expect politicians to lie and steal
When I see environmentalists and advocates doing far worse
It makes me sick
To think they profiting from slick propaganda's’ tricks
He reminds me of a hybrid of
Trump, Clinton, Suzuki and the preacher
Called Jimmy Baker
A snake oil salesman
Would have higher standards
Notes: He claims Cuba and Canada have better healthcare than the USA, well I invite him, come here, or go to Cuba, with out his millions made from lying and deceiving people, and give that a try. I have been all over all three countries, and let me tell you, he is completely wrong. You have to be delusional to think Cuba has better healthcare, they have trouble feeding their own people, there, and everyone is equal, equally poor that is.
I actually worked with a brain surgeon from Cuba, who, on his vacation drove a taxi to make more money in 2 weeks than he did all year. The stories he told me of shortages and lack of care was horrific.
In Canada, we have free healthcare, except when is not free and you have to pay, oh my, confusing yes? It sure is, yes many services are free, and many are not. However, what is the point of free if the waiting list is 2 years and you will die in 3 months? In some parts of Canada, over 1000 patients leave the emergency rooms of hospitals a day, because of the waiting times. A boy with a finger cut off waits 18 hours to see a doctor. And on and on I could go.
Yo,
Dis poem is in honor of manic mistresses who war against the fleeting flesh,
Yo, dis poem is honor of schizophrenic Don Quixotes, swingin' at windmills of panic
stricken consciousness,
Yo Dis poem,
Yo Dis poem is honor of maestro's chasin' the muse of the logos made flesh,
In words, the only comfort they possibly know,
Flowing in a reverie of ecstatic epiphany,
Caressing solace, defeating the alienation of solitude,
The man sat staring at the fractured scatterings of a generation that had forsaken kindness,
And the woman saw him, and outstretched her hand, but the agent of chaos grabbed her,
Purpose, he said, purpose,
And the angels wept,
Yo, genius shining through the tears of fear made real,
Reeling, peeling, away layers of miraculous fish feeding thousands,
Miraculous words, healing a generation,
Begging Christ for a moment's rest,
From the war that wages within,
Men sing songs of triumph,
But courage is when your very mind won't have you,
And your heart, mocks you with its mercurial caprice,
Genius shining through hilarious and cacophonous laughter,
Outraged and astounded,
Dumbfounded and incredulous,
At how no one can feel this,
Pain that seems so salient,
Raging seas of foaming mouths in ascetic white rooms of institutionalized slavery,
Thieves profiting on the sound of crying children,
Praying, wishing that their parents would piece together the puzzle of sanity,
And rest in the greenhouse of sanctuary,
But God won't have it.
For this suffering is but a moment's mist,
In the calculus of eternity,
And in the end, a tree of inspiration,
Emerges from the relentless voices,
And the world knows healing!
On the boardwalk, skies and waters a majestic blue
On the boardwalk it’s me and you
Together hand in hand.
Together we just bought this square of land.
Monopolizing from
People who landed to hear the wave’s drum
People who landed to hear the ocean rumble
Making it last.
So this game doesn’t go to fast.
Richer by the time
People land on the boardwalk and pay a little more than a dime.
This is the boardwalk palace.
This boardwalk for my king.
And I shall be your Queen
On the boardwalk, skies and waters a majestic blue
On the boardwalk it’s me and you
Together hand in hand.
Profiting more than money from this land.
More than beauty, riches, and power
But the one thing that really towers
Love
And the memories
On the boardwalk, skies and waters a majestic blue
On the boardwalk it’s me and you
Together hand in hand.
(FOR CONTEST ENTRY)
Scottie dog–Vienna Bombardieri
Iron–Richard Palmer
Race car–Destroyer~Poet
Thimble–Anne Lise Andresen
Top hat–Brittany Caldwell
Horse and rider–Skat
Shoe–Alicia Lorraine Mathes
Wheelbarrow-Christina Vasquez
Banker- Joe Flach
Police officer-Nancy Jones
Monopoly Person- Carolyn Oclaire
You love to double dare,
double down
Raise the stakes and double the bet
You love to double dip,
double back
Lower the cage and shark bite thru the double mesh net
The risk of getting caught
is part of doing the crime
But you don’t care about doing the time
You love to run in the shadows,
dark places where there ain’t no sunshine
You’re one double-hearted soul
with a double mind
Cheshire grinning to yourself,
you say: look what the cat caught,
look what the dog hid
You’re so evil,
so double minded
Joker laughing to yourself,
you say: see what the marked cards bought,
see what the fake bluff bid
You’re so devilish,
so double minded
Corrupting souls and selling them into sin,
buying their integrity and then profiting
But one day, you’re gonna try to stretch your
double mind into a triple
*** ... poisoned milk bottle
Lying lips sucking the death nipple
Then you realize too late,
your boss, the Devil got a single mind
He been wanting to kill you for a long time
They said:
you were drop dead beautiful
at the funeral home
Rumor spread:
when your face hit the plate,
from the doubledecker arsenic-laced burger that you ate,
how ironic was your fate
Your suffering, scorned double-insured wife,
convenient love of your double agent life,
did your double mind in with a double cross
And in doing so,
she earned a double bonus from your boss
Your double-fanged, black widow wife
bit you with a double dose poison surprise
And her double helixes, they got wiped clean,
when all the evidence vanished from the murder scene
At your coffin,
she gave your lips a doublemint kiss,
and gave her heart a double tap with the fist
She don’t have to double over anymore
from your double-barreled gut punch lies,
now that she gave you
the big sleep, double indemnity goodbye
Eulogy slammed your memory hard
... yes she did
Plucked flowers from the graveyard,
put it on your coffin lid
Hell is glad getting you on the underground grid
You’re so devilish,
so double minded
Cosmic Integrity
as defined and refined by Buckminster Fuller
is ultimate divine synergy,
co-operativity,
regenerativity,
organic wiki-PositivEnergy.
God is love
is grace with gratitude
is PositivEnergy Synergy
Tao of Cosmic Health Integrity.
Universal ZeroPhase Integrity
predicts cooperative profiting Fuller,
"Cosmic intellectual integrity"
LeftEgo with Right SacredEco
reincarnates metaphysical Health Universe.
"Orderly interaccomodation
[acclimation, says Bateson
creolization, says Jane Gordon]
of all generalized [health/pathology] principles
constitutes a [bilateral polypathic] nutritional design."
"Multiculturally ordered [health/pathology] relationships"
are inductively apprehended appositionally
and deductively comprehended oppositionally
by bilateral cosmic consciousness.
"As the human mind
progressively draws aside
the [RightBrain divinely cooperative] curtain
of [deductive LeftBrain] unknownness
the great [ego-ecotherapeutic transubstantiating] design laws
of eternally regenerative [health-wealth] Universe
are disclosed
to human [LeftBrain dominant] intellect."
Both cosmic synergetic cause
of Yang
And integrity effects
of dipolar co-arising
Yang mindbody centers
with Yin heartmind ZeroZones
of and for Cosmic Integrity
bilateral temporal-historical
limbic past paths through future
PastHere/FutureNow temporal
dipolar Left/Right cosmic integrity.
What Gregory Bateson
titled "Ecology of Mind"
Buckminster Fuller entitled
"Geometry of Thinking Synergetics"
Thomas Kuhn historically searched
as GoldenRules
and LeftBrain Wealth Protocol
for "Scientific Revolutions"
of evolving ecotherapeutic cosmic proportion,
dipolar measure,
polynomial integrity
of what Julian Jaynes ethologically explored
with and as bicameral ElderRight
re-creating Younger Ego skin double-boundaried deduced Left
as Edward De Bono's psychological positive health advocated
bilateral cosmic integrity
Of WinWin FutureSearch
Work That Reconnects
is clearly not WinLose BusinessAsUsual
monotonous mountains of potential
but polyculturally health abundant Left with Right
cooperatively-owned and fertile managing
with Cosmic Integrity
of sacred EarthTribe DNA
Open Whole System Scriptures
prophetic
if cosmic integrity descriptive
of cooperative revolutionary ZeroPhase
polyculturing Fullerian Designs.
For this has men ceased not to tell
Why plead heaven to stop earth's hell
Is it to end their daily struggle
And make their world a paradise resemble
Or forsake their responsibility
With a higher sense of vanity
Are men tired to suck the earth
Bringing upon untimely death
Men's heart shall forever fickle
Attending to a more profiting tickle
Each to another a hating Judas
Awaiting another man's downfall alas
They wear mantles of endless deception
Like the deadly act of a snake's conception
What started at breakfast they finished at supper
Oblivious to the rumbles of tomorrow's hunger
More of sinners and less repenters
They define friendship with tongues of banters
What better use is language to men
But to profess friendship forever not
dear
Every man a stranger in a crowd of strangers
Trading dignitaries for a better chance of survival
For this shall men lack words to tell
Why plead heaven to stop Earth's hell
They willfully exile themselves from fight,
turn into friendly sports their military training,
warming their old cold beds.
Save your charitable cause of lauding the warriors and
the body bags, and save your tears too, they frighten the
spirits, blind them with your waving flags, devour them with
your open enthusiasm for the new recruits who bought into the fable,
the fantasy that might rival the old St. Patrick's big bells.
You may serve them with cups and cakes,
bringing divinity to your noble cause, seldom think of
war a place of heroism, of fancy, as long as it's far apart.
You appear and speak only on stage,
profiting from war's rage.
Character, as then a word
gathers or depletes ~ what is heard
times nuance, profiting as heard
the truth ~ or consequence' does readily invert!
Character ~ becoming known
the self to God, by His alone
no shortcoming, can meter less
the trial, becoming moment's press!
Character ~ for and against
a daily diary, no nonsense
as good and bad, the real invest
is in our spiritual hope's oneness!
Character ~ my mind's duress
does write it out, column's address
to keep the Faith, I must confess
my weakness, in this bonding's bless!
Character ~ the dough of time's redress
The Spirit of God . . . and Mans' mind's sense!
She has been gaining on us
Our hold heavy
With burdensome loot
Our riggings pock-marked
From the shot of exchanges
And the stress of this South Sea.
Duties never change
Sometimes lightened with song
But many a time
On our knees scrubbing.
Or hauling sheets
Or scampering aloft.
We know our lowliness
Those skeletons of drink, darkness
And debauchery ashore.
Captain reads us Psalms
Many a morn
But the images are so foreign
Like an exotic verdant isle
Not yet landed.
And this other bonnie ship
Gaining this late afternoon
All sails full and profiting
This might be the last
Of our nights for this flag.
Close watch to lights and breeze
We reckon.
And who are they?
And whose Crown?
And will we be shackled
Below decks?
Or given happy privilege
To serve and strain
And sing yet again?
For a different Captain
Headed for a different land?
With what seems
Totally different purpose.
(* Salvation starts with total despair of self, leading to an overthrow, a boarding, and a subjugation with ultimate gladness to a different Captain and King. Think I'm gonna sail away with Him.)
I sit here
With a pint a cheer
Wondering about the number thirty
Avoiding not being dirty
It was fifteen years ago
As you all know
I was on top
Thanks a lot
To someone who gave me a shot
Brandy, they said what it was
And I was now feeling the buzz
But as it wore off
I found myself having a hiccup not a cough
Phone stopped to ring
Going back to being a pauper not a king
Now I will ponder what’s to come
Should I have a goal to dream like a bum
Relying on memories that were fun
Securely realizing I am just riding into the setting sun
Or do I interpret the next fifteen
Continuing acting being a teen
Or profiting in this desperate scheme
Asking, ‘where should I venture?’
Gritting my teeth not wanting any dentures
Fifteen years from now
I will take my final bow
Then I will address
If my life was truly a mess
That is when my antagonist will confess
Unless
This test
Results in I am doing my best
Yes, what a wonderful thirty-year window
Open it up and show
Celebrating everything I think I know
And dependent on how I say the word ‘whoa’
It is night's first light — evening
The world thinks through my mind
The echoes of a bittersweet day whisper
My ears twitch, my heart pricks
A pressed edge leans forward
Shouldering the offices of the earth
A desire to just surmount the hurdles
Like an infant falls yet learns to walk
The one weary of deferred hope
The other elated 'bout a filled cup
The one broken to a love unrequited, at least lost
The other happy, healed at finding love
Life's but a parody of exhilarations
A gnome ignited by fiery undergoings
The man, an eloquent stammerer
Profiting and lossing to antiquity
Love, life, life and love — there's no life or love without wins
Pa, ma, lad and lass — you have no family without wins
Works, rest, rest from works — there's no rest without wins
Wisdom, wits and will will wither — to live is to first die
To love, to hope and to care -
I want to steal away all these rares,
Profiting them mine
For only me.
A needy child hungering warmth
Is stuck with cold and tiny feet.
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