Long years ago,
Prophet Jesus Christ
Who wished-for killing him?
Continued part 2
The use of a mask or scarf
When covering ones face
What lasted a year and a half
People still no sense of space
When told avoid close proximitry
Even those who were close to us
As those with real low immunity
Affected more so by the virus
When following the two meter rule
Rules by which many did not abide
As never did seem to apply to all
When warned about going outside
The constant news report"
The daily update!
People feeling distraught"
Now becoming quite irate!
As being in total isalasion'
Not seeing friends and family!
Some taking advange of situation"
Like all of the unseen criminal activity!
A lot of peoole were stock pilling!
With no concideration for others"
Like those who were proffiting!
Showed their true colours"
Their were quite alot of us"
Making use of the internet!!
Trying we all were to ajust;
To this great reset!!
Wheather working from home'
Or if it was shopping online!
The streets we could not rome"
What felt like a sureal time!
Spring of' twenty twenty'
Cars nolonger on the roads
The streets are now empty!
Resturants and bars closed
Nothing but clear blue skies
As nolonger was any polusion
People stocking up on suplys
Admist all of the confusion!
Listening to the sound of nature
Something you don't often hear;
Though uncertain now the future
Rules by which we have to adear!
Because of this global pandemic
That has swept through the nation
Some people were though sceptic"
At the now prospect of isolasion!
But to some how hault the spread
To stop the death toll from rising
As alot of people are now dead"
And still so many more are dying!
If we had first closed the boarders
To try and reduce the contamination
Goverments were given strict orders"
Warned by the world health organisation!
So we were all in total quarantine:
And under a now strict curfew!
Untill they come up with a vaccine"
Awaiting a response from the who!
Being told we all have apart to play!
Though some people for them self"
What often felt like "ground hog day"
The effect on peoples mental health!
Part 1 0f 3 to be continued.....
Stand tall beside many neat cute green branches
Three lovely main branches of sweet love
True friendship and lovers branch
Kids and children love branch
Parents love branch
Big tree of love
Love!
Great Uncle was a musician
He chased his dream on a mission
He never penned a song
Folks knew him well down in Nashville
Though music paid no big gas bill
He had true ambition
His songs found a sweet rendition
He played with open admission
His true love was lifelong
John picked his guitar with goodwill
With joy, the music he instilled
Sharing tunes, his mission
To make music his tradition
Spontaneous compositions
If I could string along
I'd play it with my own free will
John Craig showed such a master skill
He strummed strings all day long!
John Craig rode as a musician
With grit and a deep ambition
Just pickin' it along
John would pluck out his chords at will
With six-strings he'd ride and travel
Playing good tunes, headstrong!
He was a slick string technician
A musical aesthetician!
He played for trav'lers all night long
I'm not sure he knew a playbill
His playin' was a sweet earful
John Craig's songs still roll along!
[Even if in my mind!]
Great Uncle was a musician
He chased his dream on a mission
He never penned a song
Folks knew him well down in Nashville
Though music paid no big gas bill
He had true ambition
His songs found a sweet rendition
He played with open admission
His true love was lifelong
John picked his guitar with goodwill
With joy, the music he instilled
Sharing tunes, his mission
To make music his tradition
Spontaneous compositions
If I could string along
I'd play it with my own free will
John Craig showed such a master skill
He strummed strings all day long!
John Craig rode as a musician
With grit and a deep ambition
Just pickin' it along
John would pluck out his chords at will
With six-strings he'd ride and travel
Playing good tunes, headstrong!
He was a slick string technician
A musical aesthetician!
He played for trav'lers all night long
I'm not sure he knew a playbill
His playin' was a sweet earful
John Craig's songs still roll along!
[Even if in my mind!*
Run
She marched.
No shoes,
just marched —
grey patches on her legs,
stiff and hard.
Metal watching from above,
nowhere to hide,
just to walk.
She cannot sit,
she has to write.
The world must listen to the cries,
but how long can she survive?
The buzzer alerted.
It landed —
landed on her with a thud so wild.
Pen in her hand.
Pen was her guide.
Golden fantasy
Crispy like a falling leaf
Waits for a new birth
Feeding orphans! We witnessed this in Palestine every day for years!
Who have killed the fathers and mothers of these orphans for many years?
The hypocrite when speaks, lies; when entrusted, betrays; he breaks his word.
Good is good; evil is evil; liar is liar; that is it all!
He has called men misery fun to watch! Who made that "fun" anyway?
From the minarets the call to prayer resounds
Breaking the peaceful silence of the dawn
In its undulation of fervent fanatical need
And all across the world the daily call spreads
Making non-believers at least tolerant
Of the mysterious words and haunting refrain
Lulled into acceptance as by a snake charmer
Women too now rising up
In the name of liberation
Fervently fanatical in the need
To have it their way,
From conception to abortion and infanticide
To now the freedom to filicide,
Have it their way
A brave new Burger Queen world
Without compromise or sacrifice
For the only job they were born to do.
Meanwhile the minaret keeps up its call
Loudly proclaiming to the faithful
Ignorant and deluded,
And increasingly deserving,
“Make Misogyny Great Again”.
(9/13/26)
NFL SUNDAY
AND CFL SATURDAY
AND NCAA
The radio towers died at noon, the screens went blank and cold,
And static ceased to whisper of the empires bought and sold.
Down in the deep concrete redoubts, where millions gasped for air,
The ordinary citizens were stripped of their despair.
But in its place came something vast, a terrible, clean weight—
The absolute, unyielding hush that settled at the gate.
For thirty days no leader spoke, no siren pierced the dark,
The automated generators left a silent spark.
Men stared into their calloused hands, unable to recall
The frantic noise that used to drive their backs against the wall.
The silence was a physical thing, a pressure in the ear,
That forced the crowded bunker-rooms to face their oldest fear.
Yet by the third long, wordless week, the madness turned to rest,
As heartbeat matched to heartbeat in the quiet of the chest.
They learned to read the shifts of light, the breathing of the crowd,
And found a stranger, softer tongue where nothing was allowed.
Before the silver wood reached down to claim the planet's lease,
The bunker citizens survived the suffocating peace.
Radiance of life reigns around sweet relationship
offered by the great "I am that I am" Creator
as I yield to Him Who is my sovereign Director
midst blessed fellowship along wondrous worship.
Against suffering gloom of frustration-caused pain
I am bouncing back with hope-lit serenity-glow
revived to bloom along abundant blessings' flow
since the great "I am that I am" grants salvation-gain.
Gripped by "I am the way, the truth and the life" creed
surmounting unbelief's stroke that attacks the heart
triumphantly prevailing over weakness' dart
I am keeping the faith, shining with love and kindness' deed.
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