The Christian who preaches
death and destruction, End
Times, is little better than the
Tyrant who says, do as the
state says, or suffer the consequences --
we are no good to heaven if we
arrive there for fear of damnation.
No sane father, beyond the years
of a child’s early development, wants his child
to fear him. Love but not fear. Love
and fear cannot coexist. Sin wants
us to fear. Love does not. Dropping
bombs or dropping damnation are one
in the same. It is man’s way, and not
the way of our nurturing God. Love
is the Light and Way of a harmonic
universe....
Over fourteen years ago pop culture told us
We’d only have twelve years to survive
Due to the existential threat of climate change.
Today I see a new prediction
That within two years AI will go rogue
And humanity will be extinct within the decade.
And it reminds me again, people may be wrong,
But you never know, and yet can never go wrong,
To not worry, be happy and live for today.
(8/12/25)
Priests of Doom and Gloom:
Fear, the seat of their feigned
power. We, meaning them, know
best: follow us and be saved
or risk eternal pain and suffering~
being forever graved! Yet some, as
I, choose the worship of one word,
Love! Avoiding Dogmatic Mercenaries,
Faux stand-ins, for the one, true,
God, all merciful, unlike the Above.
It’s pretty easy to write hysterical headlines;
News flash; everyone is going to die!
And yet, it’s just as easy to spin it elseways;
News flash; everyone is alive!
But the known is not news
While the possible is, possibly
And the hysterical sells, definitely
Somewhere in our human nature
We are wired to project the worst
As we plan for the best
Flipping the two sided coin
Of hope and fear
Trying to beat the odds
As if we had a chance
As if we lived in a world defined by chance
As if the two sides of the coin
Weren’t always and only
Just the same old coin
(9/26/24)
Lettuce pray
for I can eat no lettuce today.
No Cos, no Iceberg, no Loose leaf.
Arugula and
Kale are beyond the pale
for alas a procedure looms
while fresh edibles are all in bloom.
It's Spring and not a green thing to eat,
what a bother
soon no red things neither.
For lunch I will munch
on the written word
compose a thing absurd
perhaps be lured
to pen a salad ballad.
Our society may be crumbling before our eyes
As foundational structures change dramatically,
Families are not cohesive units as they used to be
Seldom we experience those extended family ties.
Sunday church attendance is at an all-time low;
Non-religious stats show fewer people in the pews
And the news media is often less news than views,
Amusement parks are the Sunday “in” places to go.
Educational systems are constantly under attack
By parents who want control over what is taught
As COVID rages, new teaching methods are sought
And our healthcare systems are sadly out of whack.
Our federal government is an ineffective nightmare
With partisan divisiveness the order of the day,
So, honorable leaders don’t want to enter the fray
And larger numbers of citizens polled no longer care.
Since the mid-nineties, we’ve been seeing gloom
Talk of zombies, disasters, killings, even Apocalypse
The economy always seeming to teeter on collapse
It’s hard not falling into the habit of predicting doom.
written January 15, 2022
Today'a weather took a definite turn for the worse
Crappy clouds and rain, our mood is cursed
Doom and gloom it creates
Well in my mind at any rate
Feel we're all doomed, I have visions of a hearse
Shores of doom
Needn’t engulf the space in your mind
Where without your will gloom
Can’t inhabit until faithless fleas and spiritual sleaze find
Room and space to waylay and slay without delay
The faith you profess to possess
In a spray without a ray stray
Strung and hung when you dispossess
Your faith of the strength and depth
Which faith has sunk into its roots
In each significant step and faith breath
You smuggle and gaggle in the boots
You wear with pride as you deride the loss
You claim not to suffer in the dwarf
You call disbelief and the abandon toss
Spotted in the wharf
Where faith ought to find succor
By virtue of the pride of place
You claim to allocate to the anchor
Faith can’t in your mind squeeze from a disbelief trace in a lace
Shores of doom and gloom striving to mount
On your faith a determined assault
Within a number of sorties you dismount
As conscience pangs claim it’s no longer our fault.
Life's a theatre!
Scene 2: doom and gloom throttled
The audience cheers
Time for a happy-go-lucky poem
No more doom and gloom
There's enough of that stuff going around
Life's just a big cartoon
Live and laugh and have a ball
Nothing's really gonna change
So kick up your heels and sing out loud
Though some may think you're deranged
Who knows it could be contagious
Soon the whole world will be having a ball
Imagine, you could be the reason, my friend
For peace to come to us all
Am I a dreamer, guess you could say that
Might as well try it, whatcha think
Nothing else has worked up until now
Let's try before we're right on the brink
So kick up your heels and dance around
Others will follow your lead
All the world is waiting for is someone
To step forward and plant the seed
No more doom and gloom!!!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Oh, lordy! The nuts are at it again.
Their paranoiac claims abound today.
Oh! So often I heard their sick refrains
Expounding, predicting the end of days:
Armageddon is near! Sinners prepare
Yourselves! Never once have their claims come true.
The poor souls! Victims of hopeless despair
Terminal crazies, if only they knew
How ridicules they sound to the sane
Yes, sane! Those who bank on a bright future
Instead of those fantastic, inane claims.
I ask you, how much more can we endure?
Their latest claim is now two thousand and twelve.
Hold onto your bibles [laughs] brace yourselves!
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