Perilous Times
Miracle Man
8/11/2023
Today we’re facing challenges,
beyond our imagination.
We seek God’s face in prayer,
and wait for God’s cessation.
Votes are sold for the prospect,
of getting something free.
Electing those to some office,
who never seem to agree.
We take the life of the unborn,
and morals aren’t as has been.
To finance life improvements,
we legalize all sorts of sin.
As we bravely face each new day,
trouble lurks at every bend.
I feel things won’t get better,
until God declares, the end.
2nd Timothy chapter 3
1 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
3 Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,
4 Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
5 Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.
the dread
Fear, the paralyzing no-face horror that lurks
in the darkness and squeeze your throat
till you fall into a half sleep, kill me if you most
no, it will not, toying with your distress like
a cat from hell
you are a human mouse it
takes delight when you are incontinent on the steps
of salvation, just one step more but too late
the key has fallen out of your feeble hands and
falls like a silver cross down the steps of hell.
Scout was torn.
His body was suffering, he could barely breathe.
He was incontinent.
But he did not want to leave Lisa.
She was sobbing. She did not want him to go.
But the rainbow bridge had opened.
Excited happy dogs and cats were encouraging him.
You will get a new body.
You can be a puppy again!
You can stop suffering.
He stayed with Lisa as long as he could.
Then he had to choose life.
Life is death and death is life.
Who knew?
He used to know, but he had forgotten.
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
Throwing acorns out the window is not reforesting
Leave it to the squirrels
Fertilizing your lawn is not the BEST way to a greener planet.
Recycling has nothing to do with bicycles
A quantum leap is a thought that gets you somewhere
A conundrum is NOT a condom disposal
Asphalt has made the planet incontinent
Sunrise makes pollution seem pretty
Never trust a naked environmentalist
Fig leafs are always in fashion
Wool sweaters make sheep shiver
Do silk worms go fishing?
John G. Lawless
©4/22/2022
Is Judgment Near
Miracle Man
2/11/2022
It’s more than a virus infecting the land,
we awaken each day to a state of paranormal.
My thoughts are that God has removed his hand,
and things will never return to being normal.
Prophecy is being fulfilled as each day goes by,
are we nearing the day when man will succumb?
Protest is rampant, and for free stuff is the cry,
the peace that man seeks God says won’t come.
2 Timothy 3:1-5
'This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.'
Esteemed personages and jurists
let the oral arguments begin.
Sir, the legality of your position on this
most serious of matters
limps like a drunken duck.
Madam your logic has diminished,
it trips over its own dung,
it bleats like a flea bitten nanny-goat.
Sire, your robes make you look fat.
Madam, your mother resembles
a demented Pitbull.
Sir, your ass requires two chairs.
This case is flawed.
This flaw is the case!
The floor is wet madam, are you incontinent?
Your flapping mouth is toothless Sir.
Gum me !
Go dry your nuts in a microwave donkey breath.
“My respected colleagues,
decorum please,”
pleads another pillar of the law.
Together – ‘Shut-up fish face!'
Long thoughtful pause,
while giant legal minds deliberate.
A deep disembodied voice intones::
"The Supremes have adjourned for lunch."
OH!
You punched holes in my system
Now, I am incontinent
I can't hold water for a second
You blame it on indiscipline
You licked my mind
Now , I am permeable
I can't sieve immigrant thoughts
You blame it on gullibility
You dragged my true self
Now, I am a masquerader
I can't meet the world without the mask
You blame it on cowardice
You attack every step of mine
Now, I am calculative
I can't choose expediently
You blame it on Indecision
Oh Society !!!
Old animals
When my dog got old, she liked to sit
Beside me on the sofa when I watched Tv.
If I turned the volume up, she grumbled
it disturbed her snoozing.
She became contemplative, apparently
in deep thoughts.
Does a dog know that life is not unlimited?
Can a dog dream of the past how fun it was?
chasing rabbits in the wood.
Or does a dog only live in the now?
Some dog owners put their elderly dogs down
saying they will not see their pets suffer.
Balderdash, they do this because an old dog
is no longer playful and attractive.
Old dogs need more help to get up on the sofa
and are, sometimes,
incontinent.
Get a puppy, oh, so charming happy children
running in the grass.
I know it’s coming
that urge
the pressure to perform
on queue
a conga line of the incontinent
living the Maxwell House dream
“good to the last drop”.
We wait in shuffling silence
knowing that when the dance is over
we’ll be going home alone.
7/9/2021
The Last Dance Poetry Contest
if i found
the eternal smile,
permanent...
this innocent sap
of an opened heart,
delusional...
I would always put it
ahead of all
unhealed hurts
by time...
would no longer house in
my smiling soul,
any sort of thing
that was decadent...
To these things I would say:
-leave me alone,
I'm glad now!
permanently
my soul would have
this answer
incontinent...
God made for everything,
cure and remedy:
the smile that challenges
incurable pain,
love that erases
unpalatable hate...
Since it's thus, i
would seize to
say goodbye to all
sadness and would scream:
- Goodbye, meet you maybe
in another world...
But if there is
memory that one can
transport something from here,
I carry it with me, suddenly,
the permanent smile,
over there to the other
place...!
Last Days
Written: by Miracle Man
1/27/2021
Like Sodom and Gomorrah the world is living,
we’re compromising daily, our morals, in stages.
Hurrying through life harboring some misgiving,
burning precious time, turning our last pages.
As clock time, becomes more time foregone,
we grasp for straws thought to be inspiring.
In time, many become an emotional pawn,
and the straws grasped, were seldom aspiring.
2 Timothy Chapter 3
1 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
3 Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,
4 Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
5 Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.
Route 66ish No 19
An incontinent guy from Topeka
Just wanted to be a bit sleeker
For each night he knew
He must run to the loo
If no dribbles he'd yell out “Eureka”!!
One has wrinkles, but so does the other
and they both are a whole lot of bother
They can't control when or where they pee
To get around, they crawl on their knees
Yet a helpless baby everyone loves
An incontinent old man nobody does
Perhaps it's because the baby's so cute
even when decked out in his birthday suit
Perilous Times
Written: by Miracle Man
September 25, 2020
Lord, Hear our prayers as we intercede,
on behalf of our troubled world today.
Disobedient people good thoughts impede,
and each day brings some new affray.
Today we are living in those perilous times,*
that you said the last days would bring.
The media reports daily on riots and crimes,
change our hearts before death bell’s ring.
*2 Timothy 3:1-4
1 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.
2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
3 Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,
4 Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;
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