Best Proves Poems
Countdown to *****sapiens extinction
predicted millenniums in past
ordained but never occurred December 21
two thousand and twelve after common era
whereby catastrophic spark
detonating inferno incinerating blast
eradicating extant flora and fauna
activating bereft hegira
with no means to interrupt the die
since the dawn of civilization cast,
but last minute reprieve granted.
Impossible mission to escape ominous
predetermined fate of human rat race,
nor turn back hands of time
with origin of species on clock face
thus ticking closer to hour of doomsday
without faith to brace
allowing, enabling and providing Gaia
to redeem terrestrial space
vestiges of teeming billions soon erased
criminal minds without evidence traced
forcefully relinquishing simians
planetary stranglehold amazing grace
proffering tabula rasa
for another dominant species to claim the place.
Sirens promulgate emergency impending
toward inescapable cataclysm
yet no place to run or hide
lest one boards a rocket light-years away
which makes suspense thrillers
birthed by John Grisham
enviable plot to keep
total Earth's destruction at bay.
Matthew Scott Harris, a lifetime America Online
meme bur hastens to convey dire
crisis sparking to offer electric nom de plume
a papa who did help sire
deux darling daughters,
now grown into young gals
yet for ages hive stung
with hurt early, whence fatherhood did fire
meow n childhood's end fostering people
strangers even fork getting this communication,
per S0S sprinkled with auk shucks corny,
egret - letting opportunities take flight aspire
now pleasures soft as gossamer feather bedding
down play hardened angst riddled psyche, where ire
Ronny gully stubbornly thrives
amidst adversity as father time spins gyre
row scope at greased lightning speed,
intimating with dead reckoning to hire
grim reaper, who whiz patient as Job,
and exemplary at ridding mire
and muck bogs down this dada robbing
existence with joie de vivre, where funeral pyre
doth flickr-beckoning GoDaddy, cuz
Juno I haint gonna hear angelic choir
or equivalent enlightenment re:
home sweet home, this atheist doggedly tire
so haim trying keep sea legs
one step ahead of tipping point
envision self pitched into abyss -
thus finally ends discombobulated wire.
January 23 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 16-18
Key Verse – Exodus 16:4 Then said the Lord unto Moses, Behold, I will rain bread from heaven for you; and the people shall go out and gather a certain rate every day, that I may prove them, whether they will walk in my law, or no.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO PROVES US
Praise be to God for proving us whether we:
Walk in His laws, or wander from His light
Worship Him lovingly, or waver against Him lousily
Wax wisely in His lessons, or wane in our lusts
Win through His lordship, or wiggle from His leadership
Exodus 17:2 Praise be to the Lord for admonishing us
when we chide and complain:
Murmuring against His provisions
Maneuvering against His providence
Mocking His power
Moving against His purpose
Missing His plan
Exodus 18:4 Praise be to the Saviour for He is our help:
Delivering us from Satan’s sword
Deterring us from selfishness’ stature
Defending us from soulwinning’s smitings
Driving us from self-sufficiency’s sacrifice
Dressing us from scarcity’s spoilage. Amen!
January 23, 2024
THE RAIN PROVES SATAN REIGNS SUPREME
Okay dude, you say that nothing much matters
Yeah, well I’ve got that engrained in my brain
But it’s all about the leaves the wind scatters
And the god damned pouring rain
Shoot, what the hell do I do when the voice of a cyclone calls?
With hailstones as big as Beelzebub’s balls
I don’t have an umbrella or shelter to run under
Oh hell, now here comes the freaking thunder
Yeah lightening might be frightening as the specter of death
But Beelzebub has bequeathed to the begotten my breath
So let his balls freeze in the middle of the hell he has wrought
And I’ll stay here threatened by the hurricane in which I am caught
So screw Satan and the situation of which he has conceived
The rain, the hail and this hell in the middle of nowhere
Hopefully I will be the corpse while no one is bereaved
So shove this storm right up Satan’s rear
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We're born and we die
Why worry about the afterlife?
So we get fat when we eat pie
Now science tries to prove God does not exist
Where is this proof?
Is there a twist?
A twist to Bible stories and theist religions
All so complex
Like the evolution of pigeons
If we dwell on God and the Bible each day, then
If Christ is NOT God why say grace, and why pray?
He might be but faith is indeed very tricky
Does anyone think God is choosy and picky?
Devout Christians tell people do it Christ's way
But if we don't there is doubt that we'll burn like straw and hay
Yesterday can't be fixed
Tomorrow is unpredictable
Take notation for today
Live in every moment
Avoid negative thoughts
Follow your instinct
Always do things with love
Chance to make you happy
Work hard for your goals
An hourglass never lie.