The false prophets abloom again
just like they were at the turn of the century.
Afterall, 2000 is a huge number
and huge numbers beg for huge events...
the second coming would have fit the bill.
After a couple thousand years
the wandering children of Israel came back home
The good book says the third temple has to be built
some red heifers are to be sacrificed.
Sometime after, the antichrist is to arrive.
This is when things supposedly get a little rough
the believers are going to get sucked into heaven.
the rest of us will be left to fend for ourselves
in the rubble and nuclear dust.
The tribulation ignites
Christ is commissioned to open a can of wup ass.
I'd pay top dollar for a front row seat to that.
Then a thousand years of peace (this is hard to believe.)
What happens after that is anyone's guess.
PS.
Some pink haired woman on utube
recently screamed "Trump is da antichrist"!
Just like some beer bellied boys thought Obama was.
I believe the antichrist to be a covert type entity
Trump always shows the world what's up his sleeve.
Besides I don't think Dr. Triple 6 will have a comb over
but then again, I'm no prophet.
Beloved Blessed New Day
This head that we have but it's not be a burden
Upon our shoulders.
In between the space of our skull and our mind,
May our heart process be pure and soften.
May we use gracious words?
Father teach me to listen
And speak right...
"Gracious words are a honeycomb,
Sweet to the soul and healing to the bones"—
" Let your speech always be gracious season with salt,
so that you may know how you ought to answer each person" ---
Help me Oh! Father to listen more with your ears to listen right in you help me Father to speak--"When words are many sin is Not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise"
Help me to talk right and live right through and in you
"The Bible Leads us to Jesus"
I believe and receive this New Day we are in Him Blessed
Father Amen
11/2/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Referencing
Proverbs 16:24
Colossians 4:6
Proverbs 10:19
The old combs
Stay with me many years
Now I bought new combs too
But too lazy to use
I stay at home
Especially during MCO
I seldom use mirror or comb
I use my hands to comb most of the time
To tidy the short hair I cut myself
I'm too old to use comb often
I'm too lazy to bother appearance
Which was spoiled by dimmy eyes and ugly wrinkles
Suddenly I think of my parents
Everyday they couldn't do without combs
They brushed their hair tidy and shining
Father with a quick sweep
Mother with a long hour combing straight down
Olden days people like tidiness and cleanliness
Their days are simple
And follow routines and etiquette
Their hearts loyal and simple
Like the being straightened hair
Now people like fashions ,excitements and hairstyles
The combs bring me back
The sweet memories of my parents and their love
The old combs deserve to be kept
In my heart
Especially during this Mother's and Father's Day
The old combs
Stay with me many years
Now I bought new combs too
But too lazy to use
I stay at home
Especially during MCO
I seldom use mirror or comb
I use my hands to comb most of the time
To tidy the short hair I cut myself
I'm too old to use comb often
I'm too lazy to bother appearance
Which was spoiled by dimmy eyes and ugly wrinkles
Suddenly I think of my parents
Everyday they couldn't do without combs
They brushed their hair tidy and shining
Father with a quick sweep
Mother with a long hour combing straight down
Olden days people like tidiness and cleanliness
Their days are simple
And follow routines and etiquette
Their hearts loyal and simple
Like the being straightened hair
Now people like fashions ,excitements and hairstyles
The combs bring me back
The sweet memories of my parents and their love
The old combs deserve to be kept
In my heart
Especially during this Mother's and Father's Day
kinky colored coils
sumo wrestled afro comb
red baby dreadlocks
stuffed with nutriment
exuding nectar,while squashed~
succulent for tongue
3-6-2020
~DEEPA~
Second place in the Contest.
Note:Fresh Traditional HAIKU (5-7-5)' Poetry Contest
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A comb like a camp
Always in alert teeth forces!
well it's a one for the money
two for the show
the answer my friend is blowing in the wind
so is Trump's comb over
who tucks Mr. president into bed
do the not realize he has a big head
who takes care of his hair
caged fury
in such a hurry
the magic is in the pudding
does he know what hell he his doing
he jumps through loop holes looking through peep holes
TMZ catches his rug by disguise
one word to the wise
get a transplant my friend
we can see your head with the magical wave
oh act your age
Mr. Trump what hump
you have taken us by surprise
doesn't anybody realize
Public policies are program designs
with regenerative health and safety vetted practices,
rooted in evidence of positive outcomes
and usually supported by some form of systematic theory
about why they appear to do more good than harm,
and at what cost compared to alternative strategies.
Producing executive orders
that are primarily reactions against existing public policies
without evidence that these reversals of direction
will not do more harm than good
is not developing responsible public governance policies;
it is elitist dictatorial promulgation of merely subjective influence
without intent to respond to either positive natural
or spiritual,
and certainly not ecologically regenerative, experience
without any democratically responsible analysis of their effects,
specifically in comparison to extant policies
now being replaced by fiat.
To news media:
please do not confuse President Trump's degenerative procedural orders,
apparently rooted more in fear and anger-mongering,
with democratic, constitutionally-resonant, establishment of responsible public policy.
to be neat
and compleat
and walk that beat
make a star dress the part
from bottom to top
its all part the lot
when people stair
its
COMB AND HAIR
A-CAT-A-COMB
NINE-LIVES-A-TALE *
SHE-PRIMPS-AND-PREENS
EACH-FINE-DE-TAIL *
WITH-TONGUE-TO-FUR
PAW-FACE-AND-TAIL *
THIS-DEATH-A-TOMB
SHE-SHANT-EN-TAIL *
~TH~
Sweet Honey in the Comb
Inspired by Psalm 19
What I want is sweet honey in the comb
I can eat at home and be left all alone
Follow commands by God who will lead
Me away from sin so will always be freed.
Never need to prosper or have great wealth
When am with God will stay in good health
I shall sing songs and with words will pray
And unto Him these things do everyday.
Every dearly beloved who believe in me
Always set sights high and you will see
God as central figure in your each thought
And make sure with you Bible was brought.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
A comb,long like a train has some norms-
Unity in coming together,
Controlling the way it wants,
Always in smile with the mirror!
I comb my head
where hair once was
it rather should be buffed
to reflect the beauty of life
as life does
I turn and hope to see her smirking by.
Through the crowd she finds my eye.
Excitement rushes into my mind.
Conversations never spoken,
Affection felt in a glance and sigh.
Today she has assumed a new identity.
Intellectual and sure,
She peers into a world once blurred,
Clear and reassured.
To the sound of a familiar face,
She looks in amazement.
In his voice she finds comfort
And in his face she finds reality.
A flirtatious friendship,
A Limit never reaching,
In you I’ve found in no other.
God save us from each other.
Friends they come and go.
But love we must to hold on to.
If love you ever ask me,
My one reply
“Of course I do”.
I know a time will someday come when all that’s left is me
And the “Us” that I once hoped for,
Sadly never came to be.
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