Whether the work-load is manual or high-tech exercises;
Whether it taxes our brain, leaving us without answers;
Or dirties our entire body with dirt, dust, and grease;
Whether the tasks stress our emotions to the max:
Or compel us to take prescription pills to relax;
We all labor so that we may reach a point of rest and ease.
This Labor Day, I am inspired to consider One who has already
labored on our behalf and pointed us to the entryway of eternal
rest. The workload of laws, rules, and regulations; the religious
taskmasters of do's and don'ts have been nullified and set aside.
Christ has taken our laborious job on the 'work your way to heaven
train' and set us free from all the guilt, shame, and pain.
So, on this Labor Day holiday, if not a Christian, consider the
possibilities. If a Christian, meditate on the reality of One taking
away all of the heavy lifting that has been driving and promising us
much but yielding only losses and no gains. Consider Jesus who says,
"Come to me all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you
rest". * May we cease from spiritual labor, and enter His Rest. Happy Labor Day.
090123PS
*Matthew 11:28
The Dodo, it’s curious
Lived down in Mauritius
A bit east of Madagascar,
You can’t get there with your car.
It’s an island, and it’s quite remote
But you wouldn’t need an overcoat
You won’t get there with your time machine
Unless your machine floats.
Right off the Indian continent,
If a Dodo was incontinent
What would he wear not to spill content?
Well, that just Depends…
‘Cuz how would they pull them up,
Or change them when they’re full up?
A question supposable
When they haven’t the opposable.
A question pretty clumsy
And I'm just all thumbsy
And it doesn't matter, 'cuz they're all extinct,
I just know that it stinks.
There’s one thing I’m sure I know
If I had a pet Dodo
I might call him Bilbo
But more likely it would be Frodo
And I’d have me a hobbit hole
For all of those Depends, you know
And that's where all the dirties go,
And I’d call it Bag End.
H/T to Terry Flood’s Do Dodos Do Doo Doos
Men and women to learn and hold the light of knowledge it’s their duty to get rid of all dirties!
Never have I had fear for flying darts
My tingling thoughts of the world was weird
Many told of nature's hard hazards
Beauties I saw instead of dirties
So was my heart as a dove
Peaceful in a world full of fools
Like sunshine in sneaky shadows
No damnation I saw possible until that occasion
The first pain and I felt deeply-destroyed
Scattered and shattered like wild wind
Caged in red-rage I roared "betrayal"
And so I kept my territory terrorizing every threatening tare
Until the rainy day at the bar
A galaxy, a group of glitters I could not deter
In varying robes, different sizes and heights
To and fro they laughed in ecstasy
For me breathe ended, for with them my rage was for a wait
All I could believe was that the divines were here and near
The word "angels" seem to appeal
They were perfect and I gave my seal
You may be mortals but you're my divines
Nights and days with them now and all I see are divine mortals.
16th August, 2018.
Trump A Complete Wreck
Trump surely was A Complete Wreck;
With golden showers dirties up deck;
Paid child support,
With hands short,
And in others business likes to peck.
Jim Horn
You need to have a Trump the terrible
contest with no limits.
Beauty without modesty
Oink oink oink
Look at me,
See how I shine,
How loud I squeal,
Yet empty inside,
Is how I feel,
I am unsure of my worth
So I dress up ugly with a skirt,
Parade around
Take a vote.
Collecting baggage
As I go.
Heavier and heavier
My burden gets
A pig to market
O jiggety jig
Someone Always
Needs a pig
Beauty grows
From the inside out
Timeless shine
That won't fade out
Beauty is as
Beauty does
Special and treasured
A treat for your love,
Vanity only dirties
The fair dove
The New "Robbin'" Hood
This guy I describe can have many names.
He’s greedy and mean and likes to play games.
I’ll just call him Robbin’ with double-b,
for he is robbin’ from you and from me.
It’s possible he is from a real hood.
A gangster he’d be then, up to no good.
Oh yes, Robbin’ Hood (a fitting name, that),
who hooks kids on drugs. A scumbag, a rat!
A politician Sir “Hood” could be too,
who’s secretly robbin’ from me and from you.
Some rich CEO who plays on his yacht
with money which from the public he got.
He robs from the poor and gives to the rich.
Yes, he is the worst, that son of a *****.
The new Robbin’ Hood who dirties this earth
will find when he dies just what his soul’s worth.
Written Feb. 12, 2016 for
the twisted poem about Robin Hood Poetry Contest of CT
My friend has a woman,
She’s gorgeous and mean.
What comes from her mouth,
Is mostly obscene.
He brings her to parties
She drinks till she’s drunk.
Flirts with men, cusses women
Then leaves in a funk.
She spends all his money
On booze, food and drugs,
She dirties his house
and pukes on his rugs.
She’s maxed out his credit,
Cost him most his friends.
Yet he claims she’s well meaning.
And he’ll stay to the end.
When push comes to shove
He’ll admit she’s most crass.
But she’s tall, built and curvy,
With great **** and great ass.
So we wish him the best
In his venture of love,
We’ll be there with a hanky,
When she gives him the shove.
Fresh glass appears with the birth of soul,
Overtime new days equate inevitable traumas,
Glass darkens as the masses of evil pull
Its mind deeper into self-inflicted dramas
Stress applied to previously stained reflection
Dirties the glass as the image grows in distortion
Narcissistic Vanity views more defection,
The sight of the glass imparts the dejection
Nonexistent mold of a flawless glass prevails,
Simple fixation based on times brutal reality,
Wallow in the smudges on the glass only veils
Beauty of indelible wisdoms gained in actuality
The Mother Ship has brought me in
I must now clear the den
Of all the dirties from the trip
I have, I have to get a grip
Packing up and arriving home
Has left me somewhat alone
Everyone has disappeared to separate space
Now I have to have the grace
Not complain but do the work
Of coming home to the same old stuff
Grind of everyday has its way
Of sucking the life right away
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