In this age of greed and weed
~ so much fun to watch America bleed
I am a proud American,
Nothing more, nothing less,
No tags to wear,
No labels to confess.
I am not blind to history,
Nor unaware of our mistakes.
Like nations older than our own,
We've known the risks that failure makes.
Yet through the trials of our past,
We learned, endured, and found a way.
To rise above our broken roads
And build a stronger path each day.
History is not a chain to drag,
Nor a script we must obey.
It is a compass in our hands,
To guide us forward on our way.
I know what this country means to me,
A truth no one can redefine.
Not by titles, not by degrees,
Nor by a different view than mine.
So let me stand where I believe,
Without demands that I conform.
Leave me be, and walk in peace,
No anger, only calm and warmth.
For I am a proud American,
Nothing more, nothing less;
A citizen of hope and freedom,
Without a need for anything else.
I’m just an American, and proud to be!
By James C. Chapman
I picked up an old recipe book looking for something appetizing to cook, the recipes were very old and something unusual was moving in my soul. I wanted a taste and resonate beyond the heaven, a taste that was different and one that would appease the global longinging. I have tried British cuisine but it was too cold and it would have rapture my soul. French and Italian was full of compassion; extremely romantic so I place an asterisk beside it but later I will see if that will fit. Chinese cuisine was too hot and Japanese was too flat, Vietnamese and Thai was too hard to comply; too much noodle would ruin my sleep and cause my spirit to weep. Mexican was too spicy and Middle East was too dicey. I still could not make up my mind and I want to bring the universe alive and appease their appetite and so I turn my head toward the sky and watch the cloud slowly transition in the sky.
There he was, lined up right in my sights
Nothing in my way, either left or right
Me, a Mexican Tarantula at the point of attack
My target, Donald Trump, who’d make a juicy snack
My mission approved by President Sheinbaum, no less
For me to destroy this irrational pest
Could I bring myself to gobble him down?
~ Find me buried on the White House lawn
I opened the door and a tree stood in front of me
And energy of unknown source came over me
Then all of a sudden, a radiant light appears in the tree
And the dragon emerges from the sea
The light I have never seen before, lit up the trees
And the heavens spread its glory all over me.
Go to the shores and unravel the mystery of the sea
For nature is speaking to thee.
HOPE
HOPE
thin light
gracile flame
27 years in stone
cold air danced on the floor
he smiled through broken prison glass
"hope survives even in the smallest cell"
The bored, the idle, the rich
make up the bulk of the socialists
Ever since Marx, 20, and Hegel, 18
published their 'change-the-world' teenage dreams
Confession
When we confess our sins, our faithful God is merciful and just;
He washes every crimson stain from hearts that learn to trust.
His grace restores the broken soul, His love makes all things new,
For every humble and contrite heart, He promises to renew.
His mercy flows to all who come with honesty and prayer,
And every burden laid on Him is met with tender care.
Confession is the first sure step, but not the journey's end;
True repentance turns the feet where God alone can mend.
To leave behind the path of sin and choose His righteous way
Invites the light of Heaven's grace to guide us every day.
His mercy meets the willing heart that longs to be made whole,
As Christ transforms both life and mind and sanctifies the soul.
Let confession be more than words that rise and fade away;
Let it become a faithful walk of trusting and obeying each day.
As we surrender all to Christ, our lives are changed within,
His Holy Spirit gives us strength to conquer every sin.
Step by step we'll follow Him until faith becomes our sight,
Prepared to meet our coming King, and walk forever in His light.
How did we lose
the Straits of Hormuz
We listened to Saudi Arabia
A country all sand
struck up the band
‘Twas jealous of Mesopotamia*
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*Mesopotamia, today Iran and Iraq,
was home to the Tigris and Euphrates
Rivers, through which flowed interna-
tional commerce back then.
Eighty years ‘the rule of order’ held sway
World leaders acted a pre-scripted way
“Novus ordo seclorum” *
Cried the G-7 forum **
Donald Trump’s taught us a new way to play!
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*"A new world order," in Latin... Btw, this is on
the back of every one-dollar bill.
**The recently completed 'G-7 Forum' was
a summit meeting of seven leading Western
economic powers, including the USA, France,
Germany, Italy, etc.
For decades the old USSR tried
With propaganda b.s. and spies
But Americans stood firm
'Gainst Rssia's socialist germs
Now’s the capitalists' turn to ask Why
Kudos Erin, I salute your gumption, in sifting for the realitys of some intended
Data centres; projected in positive themed
And Proposed assumptions, Millions will be impacted and the environmental hit.! its
Set to make nonsense, of initiatives over 60 Years morhped into laws, with much fanfare and
Moral cheer' grafting into the syncronicity
And awareness of almost everywhere.?From villages through to citys.' Now the
Rug is being pulled, though threadbare
And fraying bad.' With realisation that we've
All been had.? Its simple enough i think you'll find, you can see the change to real sustainability, yet in this you need to find; take
Part and be aware' or as its known you'll
Become the most un-believable square.!!!
Jesus is Lord Of Lords.
He died for our sins.
Trust in Jesus with your whole heart.
Believe in him over all this world and it's noise.
Trust in Him over everything.
Have faith in Jesus please He died for us.
I Love you all, I hope you Trust in Him.
Russia outproduced the U.S. in artillery, in industry for war
The targets were in Ukraine, deaths that we deplore
The Russians haven't used nukes, Putin didn't allow
The missiles hit in another hemisphere:
for now.
China fortifies its island chains across the southern sea,
Building silos where nuke missiles will be.
It demands Taiwan, it hopes we will kowtow.
A buildup like we've never seen:
for now.
Jihadis rule Afghanistan and Syria too
Imposing in Africa a different world view
Nobody to stop them, will West Africa bow?
I might as well plant begonias:
for now.
Jews have been killed for being Zionist
I have to hope I'm not on some list
I see violence on TV, no sword into a plow
And the raging ocean laps my toes:
For now:
I try to maintain balance on a rope
It's not that I have a false hope
There are bills to pay, paths to wander
Limited time that I don't want to squander
I dread "now" when it finally becomes "then"?
When the storm front faces, when the bear leaves the den.
When we have to fight, but I don't know how
When what we hoped to avoid, becomes imminent now.
Boreas, the North Wind
I am in Iceland, 90 miles from the Arctic Circle,
walking through a gorge in a valley between
European and North American plates. Fierce
Boreas funnels its headstrong wind right at me
tears my knit hat off my head, rakes my hair.
I’m in Rekjavik, at the city’s highest point
walking half-way between Hallgrimskirja Church
and Leif Eriksons’ statue when Boreas sends a gust
ripping glasses from my face. I chase them across
the square, miraculously retrieve them intact.
The is a land of extremes, powerful geysers,
roiling rivers, cascading waterfalls, high mountains,
floating icebergs, volcanoes, poised to erupt, lava
flows, one thermal Blue Lagoon, acres in size
defies frigid air, soothes sore muscles.
This is a land ruled by the North Wind Boreas, erratic,
hungry, sleeping rarely, it is terrifying, exhilarating,
raw as life itself.
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