O generation of vipers, how can ye, being evil, speak good things? for out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh.
A good man out of the good treasure of the heart bringeth forth good things: and an evil man out of the evil treasure bringeth forth evil things.
But I say unto you, That every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment.
For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned.
Then certain of the scribes and of the Pharisees answered, saying, Master, we would see a sign from thee.
But he answered and said unto them, An evil and adulterous generation seeketh after a sign; and there shall no sign be given to it, but the sign of the prophet Jonas:
For as Jonas was three days and three nights in the whale's belly; so shall the Son of man be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth.
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Matthew 12: 34-40
Being Willing
Written: by Miracle Man
7-21-2023
God’s purpose for each is to go and do,
for HIS fields are white and laborers few.
God make us willing to share our belief.
Using your word to bring others relief.
Make us engaged, not to just grace a pew,
so we’ll win lost souls before we’re through.
“The reward for work well done
is the opportunity to do more.”
Jonas Salk MD
Laugh at jokes? Jonas? -- not even a few
His reputation grew, everyone knew ~
Then he opened his mouth wide
Something strange flew out the side ~
Lord no, his dentures ... Jonas came unglued
As Jonas was decried, put down
And ridiculed when he
Was doing Polio vaccines,
Successful in the end….
Is there no “Salk” out there somewhere
To do the same for this
Coronavirus nineteen that’s
Killing off our people?
Is it that competition keeps
Research lingering on,
Until large enough dollar bills
Are floating in the air?
Why should we wait for others to
Come up with a vaccine
And then race other countries to
Be first in line to buy?
What if Covid-19’s coming
Waves have mutated to
Survive in air, water, food,
What will we all do then?
It never hurts in this life to
Do as once was done.
Believe you can do something good
And you, like Salk, will win.
W.C.Hull © 2020-17-5-H1437-2547-I52-K52-15
*Image of Winners of Connecting by Pixabay
Close Encounters of the Best Kind
Anon celebrations plumb us adjusts,
preceding months were more compatible,
familial presence friends superfluous,
plain chat wheedles a bit less fragmental,
pooled consciousness markup valuable,
fruitful homily affect harmony,
ripes present blooms extended courtesy,
besieged turkey banquet crowds Christmas trees,
stanch observance occasions normalcy,
camaraderie and oneness appease.
Tis the choice of annuals hails bonus,
each control themselves appropriately,
contrasts ne'er build or they'd be a Jonas,
dovetail twirls a sensitive filigree,
our kindred tree naught a Genesis tree,
naught muddled rundowns so microscopic,
yarns curled scripts that were kaleidoscopic,
ensnared eyes courteous ears learn the spiels,
showpiece manifest substantive topic,
closing in prayer banks where heaven deals.
2021 November 03
Dr. Jonas Salk
Cursed by colleagues’ malicious talk
His vaccine a success
His reputation a mess
A genius of sorts
But questionable reports
Made it no surprise
He never received a Nobel Prize
*Image of Nick Jonas by Giphy.
Myth
Psst hymns shyly sync shyly.
brr rhythm brr
oooo uuuu
tsktsk shh pfft
***Onomatopoeia
Title & Prose; consonants
Haiku; consonants-vowels-consonants
2020 July 11
Different realities, life embeds
Every day, valleys and plains, we walk
Also, mountains, hills and rocks, we climb
Fights we win and battles defeat us
Such is the life of a human being
Night comes to fling us into the bed
Nightmares, we affront to govern our ambitions
Hurdles we confront in dreams; wasps sting our faces
Our faces and aisles inundated with sweat
To end up tasting honey and milk
To a human being, such are his dreams
The sun’s beam has defeated the long night
Horrible had been the darkness
Hard it was to find the path in the dimness
The night is calm but hugely petrifying
For surrounded by obscurity, we cannot see.
Disgusting, nights are often
No darkness resists the mighty sunlight
Mountains shrink; to then see green valleys
Audacity and resilience restore our ambitions
Through hurdles, we often go but to new life, we come
Daniel, Jesus, Job, Jonas, Paul and Sarah of the Bible, inspire us
We can now chant the melody of triumph
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
A BULLETIN AND A SMILE
A bulletin and a smile--it may not seem like much,
But when she gave them to you, it was a special touch.
A voice that said, “Good morning,” expecting you to say
A happy greeting to her whene’er you came her way.
One night she lay there sleeping, and saw another face,
A smile in heaven to greet her, for she was saved by grace.
I wonder if Christ met her with a bulletin in hand--
The program for her future there in that promised land.
I know that Jesus met her with a smile and open arms,
To welcome her to heaven, now safe from all earth’s harms.
I know He paid attention to the family she raised
Who gave their lives to serve Him, to lift His name in praise.
We’ll miss her in our service, but glad she’s dwelling where
There’s never any heartache, and never any care.
A bulletin and a smile--they stay right there to be
A testimony of her for everyone to see.
But more important to you is knowing you will see
This land she now has gone to for all eternity.
Accept Him as your Savior, whom this lady loved and knew,
And everything He came for when He died for me and you.
Written in memory of Dorothy Jonas
Boa Constrictor
This is turning into a diary of a slow death I had another fall
I was taking picture of some Interpretable bushes where I was
sure I had seen an animal, not unlike the Tasmanian tiger.
I did not see the hollow up to my waste in plant roots beginning
to strangle me like a nest of hungry squeezing snakes.
I knew of a man who had an anaconda in his basement and once
a week it gave the snake a sheep carcass, but then he had to stay
in the hospital for three weeks, being an animal lover, he checked on
his monster that mistook him for a sheep carcass strangled and
swallowed him shoes and all, weeks past, where is Jonas when they
broke into his house they found a hungry snake, and that was all.
Regarding the roots I cut myself loose with my knife which I always
when falling into a hole and have rabbits snarling at me and black
crows are cackling with glee.
In the snow the long lost child
A blink at once bold dreams now mild.
Fading flickers struggling to survive
To capture, stoke and keep alive.
Mighty enough to close the local bars
The tiny frozen falling stars
Create a magic carpet ride
I might take off or stay beneath to hide.
Or angel feathers blanketing the world
A time-machine of sorts unfurled.
Woven into the downy dust
Only in this crystalline god I trust
Like leavened manna from above
The stinging crumbs of long lost love
And hope yet in these dwindling years
Descends in nature's lacy tears.
January 24 2016
By Franklin Price
1/24/2015
Woke up this Sunday morning
A nip was in the air
Twenty-four on the outside
But I don't really care
I'm nestled in my warm house
The thermostat at seven three
I think it's really toasty
It's set just right for me
The snow that Jonas left us
Still out there on the ground
A bright blue sky is overhead
The sun is shining down
The snow is getting icy
I think it soon will melt
So grateful that I am alive
So in prayer I have knelt
I thank you lord for giving me
The life that I have had
Every day when I awake
You make me very glad
You've provided me with riches
Not in the monetary way
But with a lovely wife and family
And friends who make my day
As long as you will have me
On this earth to spend my time
I promise I'll be grateful
Even though I'm past my prime
So with that God I'm closing
I'll try hard not to sin
Please guard us all on this fine day
And thank you lord again... Amen
A Winter Storm Called Jonas
By Franklin Price
1/22/2016
A winter storm called Jonas
Has brought a world of white
Began in dark of early morn
Through the day and into night
Sleet and snow and freezing rain
Precipitation Winter's three
Plus six inches on the ground
Heavy dusting in the trees
A winter wonder land to see
Smooth uninterrupted view
It's a shame to walk upon it
To no longer make it new
Put my winter suit on me
Rubber boots upon my feet
I slid a sled down the neighbor's hill
Built a snow man that was neat
At my age I think that's great
I am three score and ten
The next time winter brings the snow
I hope to do it once again
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Cranberries are kinda cool
When I thought I heard a meow
from fred who was a bit of a tool
he was eating fruit right now
and though the Jonas brothers were cool
Hate
Hate, hate, Hate
It all goes with my fate
I try to conceal it
But it starts to eat me inside
Hate is the nasty, big black color
I picture it as a burned flower
Searching for colorful things
But it just can't find the world around it
I try to eat hate
Man! It's as hard as biltong
It tastes like chewing sand
That makes me irritated!
Hate is the wild monster
Invading every red heart
Draining every blood it had
Pouring ashes onto the heart
hate smells like rotten meat
whenever a dog pass by;
It stops to smell the horrible aroma
Quickly the dog hurries away
hate is the sound of mucus
spitted on the floor, “Spurt!”
It disgusts everyone
Yuck! It makes me vomit
Hate bullies me
It forces me to be negative
with its gigantic red eyes
It frightens me
Hate refuses to have companions
To have friendly faces
Even smiles and laughter is not permitted
hate is a disastrous idol!
Hate you are nothing
But trash to anything you ever invaded
so unlock my heart
And leave me in peace
By Martha Jonas
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