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In no time, seconds tick to minutes and minutes hasten to hours
Hours run full speed to days, days grow wings and fly to become weeks
Then months, years, decades….
Like a flash, all this like a flash, life is too short
Because life is too short,
Maximizing pleasure is for them no fault
Like one possessed, so the girl dances the night away
But her morning turns bitter, realizing she has gone faraway
And the devoted family man falls for it too ‘cause life is too short
For the sweet and the pleasant he craves,
So he steals the waters, and the bread in secret he breaks
But alas, to a piece of bread he is brought by his stolen waters
The church woman as well, and her feet, abide not in her house, for life is too short
“Come let’s take our fill of love till morning, for the good man has gone a long journey”
Like the adulteress spoken of by King Solomon, with her cage
She whispers to her latest catch, her last offspring’s age
Child, you’re wrong and that’s not the meaning, so hear
Not in your narrow interpretation life is surely too short, dear
Life is so short that you maximize enjoyment?
Child, you’re wrong and that’s not the meaning, so hear
Man, damn right life is too short; too narrow is your understanding
To share have I what really meanest it, so your attention please give me
I swear you will get it not even when you lend me both your ears
But your virgin mind too bring it along, so you appreciate what exactly meanest “life is too short”
Because life is too short,
The Heavenly Father wants to be your Lord
By His providence and His providence alone the King requires you in His fold
For life is too short, out of you your Creator wants to get the most with no fault
Woman, in His paths of light He wants to guide your weak feet
Before He takes from you His breath
‘Cause He knows life is too short to be lived meaninglessly, so precious is every minute He is to give
And independent of Him He doesn’t want you to live
Life is too short, dear
His perfect will on you is all He wants you to grasp clear
So that to His Kingdom you hugely contribute before His breath He takes away
For life is surely too short only in this way.
ASSUMPTION, PRESUMPTION , GUMPTION
I don’t enjoy been on a plane,
I find it scary and a tad mundane,
But last time I flew,
I sat next to a lady I slightly knew,
I was bored and wanted to play a silly game!
It was the same lady who lived across the street,
Her sandals were shoddy and she had ugly feet,
Her face looked bloated, red and big,
And every day she wore a new wig,
I thought she was also perhaps an adulteress,
A cheat!
I noticed that she ordered a stiff brandy,
She’s having an affair, she’s used to being randy,
Truly how could this lady attract a husband
And lover,
She was clearly quite plain,
What did either of them have to gain,
Even her hair was mousy brown and sandy!
We started chatting about this and that,
And told me she was on diet for she felt fat,
I’m no professor but have two degrees,
So noticed she spoke with intellectual ease,
I felt bad at what I thought earlier,
My thoughts had to somehow retract!
She was CEO of a well know airline,
But sadly had cancer of the spine,
Which she was hoping to beat
The cancer had also spread to her feet,
She could only wear sandals, I knew then
I was out of line!
I wanted to make her feel good,
My thoughts weren’t nice, that is plainly understood,
I invited her to join us on our luxury liner,
For as long as she liked, she was also a deep
Sea diver,
We became best of friends, and pleased her,
As only a friend could.
It turned out that the man I saw going
In and out of her house,
Was her brother, so she didn’t cheat.
On her spouse,
In fact they were about to repeat their vows,
Underneath the boughs,
Of an old oak tree and a river on which
They had a boathouse.
Elsie got better, thank God,
Both she and I thanked Him, He was
Our rod,
I was really lucky to have found
Such a genuine friend high up, off the ground,
We both lived by the sea, had a picnic,
And watched the whales, a huge pod!
I have now learnt not to make any
Hasty assumption,
But to have gumption,
For I was horribly wrong,
I had come a long
Way, since that day on the plane, not to
Make any hurried presumption!
~~Let Him Without Sin Cast The First Stone~~
Back in the days when Jesus was said to have walked
There are lessons in life about which are still now talked
In kings it says “If they sin against thee (for there is none that sinneth not)”
It may help us to recall these words that we may have forgot.
In Psalms it points out that in sin our mother did conceive us
The genes and traits of mothers really do never leave us.
In Romans it points that the wages of sin is death and strife
But the gift through Christ and forgiveness is the gift of eternal life.
But John is the one to bring to mind I think
When the scribes and Pharisees set out to cause a stink.
An adulteress female they bought to the Christ in the morn
Caught in the act of adultery, they had all sworn.
To trick Christ by his answer but he was too clever:
(Not the man they did not take it seems men are to blame never)
He wrote in the soil then turned to them and said
"He that is without sin let him cast the first stone at her (to render her dead)."
None of the accusers could their conscience find clear
They left the woman with Jesus and this is what she did hear
"Where are your accusers now is there none to condemn you?"
He knew he had pricked their conscience-and his words were true.
“No lord they have gone even though they did call me a whore”
“Then I do not condemn thee, go forth and sin no more.”
We all suffer the sin of imperfection, of that there is no doubt
But it is up to each of us to ask for forgiveness, not for others to flout.
But as it says in Mathew let us not judge lest we be judged
We may not be as perfect as we let on, our own image smudged.
We all fall short of perfection in this human life
Let’s look to the rafter in our own eye and try not to cause strife.
A lot of poetic license is used here but the essence is here and the scriptures used are:
Kings 8:46
Psalms 51:5
Romans 6:23
John 8:3
Math 7
A Pharisee was fair you see,
Because with the resurrection they understood.
But the Sadducees were called “sad-u-see”,
Because they did not believe that the teaching of
The resurrection was any good.
Both groups were very pompous you see,
And thought they were better than everyone else on the scene.
And even when Jesus Himself showed up at the grounds,
It made them more vindictive and more mean.
Several times they tried to trap Jesus,
As in the case with the adulteress lady.
But Jesus once again had to put them in check,
For His reaction was what they were watching;
Of which He made them look very shady.
Another time they were upset,
Because they healed on the Sabbath, someone.
Instead of being happy for the person that was healed,
They were upset amongst each other, everyone.
Today we have people like those just the same,
“Uppity” and you can’t say anything to them.
Thinking their too good to be with CERTAIN people,
Forgetting they are to love all people at all times;
But making some individuals feel very dim.
“Clubbing” or “Club-Hopping” on Saturday night,
Going to hear the Word every Sunday.
But smoking and speaking sadistic words,
As if it were something like a Monday.
Jesus told the Laodicean church,
That He would literally out of His own mouth spit them.
Because they were neither cold not hot,
They are what we call being “LUKEWARM”
There is a difference between,
Living in and committing a sin.
The first is a lifestyle one chooses to live,
While the other is a mistake one makes but not purposely therein.
So will you be a modern day Pharisee or Sadducee,
Or will you be a worshipper with sincerity?
Will you have a sarcastic or sadistic spirit,
Or be with your father in hell for eternity.
Form:
I watched them drag him away
We all watched as they dragged him down the road
I was angry and sad
I couldn’t bear to look upon his bruised face
I remember him too well
He forgave me
I was termed an adulteress
And was brought before him for judgment
But he shunned my accusers
And he gave me a second chance
And now I am helpless to help
I thought they would protest
They all loved him yesterday
But they wanted blood
it was like a free show
I turned away, fell on my face and wept
I watched them flog him
I watched them bruise him
And I prayed
I prayed so fervently
That He would take the life of all of them
All of them who betrayed
All the soldiers that so eagerly whipped and mocked
My heart was bitter and heavy
I only prayed he won't suffer
But he suffered
Suffered from their betrayal
Suffered because they loved him no more
And as they put the crown of thorns on his head
I cried out
I stood there till he breathe his last breath
Watching him
And when he said "forgive them"
That was all I heard but I felt like he saw me
Through all the shouting and chanting
I felt like he saw only me
I felt like he was speaking to me and I turned away
I rent my clothes unbelieving of his love for these people
I felt the earth quake and heard the stories
I wept wondering what would be left of the earth
But somehow I knew he would come back
At first it was just grief
I refused to believe him dead
But then the rumors came
The messiah has risen
I thought it was the wicked that had come to taunt us
But I heard the story from John
About a free ticket to heaven
And I took it without a second thought
He is the reason I sing
So let me celebrate Easter
Let me celebrate love, resurrection and grace
(The Mockery)
Come lie with me,
For none is within the house but me and thee.
I take hold of thine garment,
So draw near to me and kiss me.
No! I will flee fornication and get me out!
Ha! Ha! Ha! Thinkest thou hast behaved thyself wisely?
Thy garment is within my hand.
Men! Men!
Potiphar has brought an Hebrew to mock us.
He came in to me to lie with me,
But I cried with a loud voice, and he ran out.
Yet, his garment he left with me,
Until his lord come home.
Oh Potiphar! My Potiphar!
The Hebrew servant which thou hast brought to us
Cam in unto me to mock me:
And I lifted up my voice and cried,
That he left his garment with me
And he fled out.
(His Lord's Reply)
Joseph! Joseph!
I take thee to be put with the King's prisoners,
For my wrath is kindled against thee.
O my Lord show me thy mercy,
For I have behaved myself wisely.
Verily, thou hast behaved thyself wisely,
For thou didst flee fornication and got you out.
Though she spake to thee day by day
You hearkened not unto her; neither did thy heart decline
To lie by her, or to be with her.
You lusted not after her beauty,
Nor were you taken by the eyelids of her brazen face.
For she is an adulteress woman,
Who eateth bread and wipeth her mouth
And says, I have done nothing.
She hath cast down many wounded;
Yea, many strong men have been slain by her.
Her house is Hell
Going down to the chambers of death;
But thou hast hearkened diligently unto My voice.
Whatever you do I will make it to prosper,
For I am with thee
To show you mercy and give you favor,
For thou, indeed, behavedst thyself wisely.
Scripture Compilation
Genesis 39
Proverbs 5:3,20; 6; 7:25; 30:20; 9:17
Particularly pronounce abscess,
when rites of spring accursedness
prevails, asper testament, sans swell
scored psychological achiness
recording minecrafted history,
viz secreting acridness
permeates profusely predicated puberty,
akin to ambling au naturale adulteress
plethora plush plumage plus perfume
presage prickly profuse inauspicious pre/
post pubescent and adult affectlessness
propensity poisons primary predilection
pummeling poking pillorying
perpetual purgatory with aggressiveness.
Now translated into bumpy
layman's/woman's terms, aye
communicate, albeit stylishly campy
adhering, colluding, and choppily try
trending without trademark obfuscation,
nonetheless, a feeble
attempt might still defy,
an honest to dog ambition to express
how blooming in the dales less
sons glee aware, how lovers press
lips close together, when yours truly
shuttered himself in bedroom
of boyhood home to cope with stress
thus denying, depriving,
and destroying bone
a fied hankering,
asper this pooch hood doth hone
ache, never to experience puppy love
til pooch later in life,
when he became at present
male version, sans crone
revisiting, reliving, and
reflecting being alone
without ever touching, savoring,
and rubbing smooth cheekbone
of a lass - see, this thy reason
Matthew Scott doth bemoan
observing young bucks,
who liberate kickstarter jangling hormone
he oozes with envy those whippersnappers
gathering rosebuds while they may intone
enjoyment, qua the vitality, virility, and victory
before youth fleetingly passes versus millstone
weighing heavier with each passing year
before the grim reaper doth phone!
“I believe God gave His only Son, so that I might live by his word without fear.”
The poet.
No heralding angles to prepare for his birth
No regal setting for he, to be king of the earth.
God’s Son born in a lowly animal’s manger.
From Herod’s all baby boys born were in danger
Jesus, though Son of God, King of Kings and Lord of lords,
God had him live as an ordinary man not needing swords.
He did not live in a palace, in luxury with riches galore,
No jeweled crown when with the people, lepers or at tax collector’s door.
He taught the people including children about mercy and love.
They believed as He performed miracles by the power of God above.
He walked on water, He made the blind see and the lame walk,
And thousands came to gather and listen just to hear him talk.
Once when faced with a dilemma not to go against the law of the day,
Saving an adulteress from being stoned, He stated come who may,
And the one without sin should be the one to cast the first stone.
Soon as He knew would happen, the woman and He stood alone.
His Father had sent his only Son to be a leader to all mankind.
Jesus had many followers, soon he must leave his earthly life behind.
By dying on the cross, Jesus took the punishment we deserve,
and offered us His righteousness if His word we observe.
Unquotable quotes – X
A beautiful wife gets to changing husbands as she may.
An ugly wife gets to keeping her husband out all day every day.
A plain-looking wife doesn’t give a damn any either way.
A happy wife gets to watching her children in carefree play.
A shrew gets to driving her husband round the bend at the end of the day.
An adulteress gets to infecting her children every other day.
A nymphomaniac gets to making her husband out to be a gay.
A high born wife gets to sleeping somehow out in the hay.
A gay wife gets to making a harem out of the honeymoon day.
A loud-mouthed wife gets to keeping all her neighbours in fear away.
An over-aged wife gets to making her husband look like he was in her pay.
A frigid wife gets to making her husband out to be an impotent lay.
A dumb wife gets to keeping her husband without a say.
A saintly wife gets to thinking she wakes up every day on Groundhog Day.
A heftily-backed wife gets to thinking her husband hides in her bay.
A baby-faced wife in bed gets to making her husband look the other way.
A bored wife watches corridas on the tele on a rainy day.
A sad wife spots the hairs on her husband’s head turn slowly gray.
A chaste wife is an empy church or temple where no one goes to pray.
A wise man gets to keeping well out of the way of wives and husbands in dismay.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
What Would Santa Claus Say
by Michael R. Burch
What would Santa Claus say,
I wonder,
about Jesus returning
to Kill and Plunder?
For he’ll likely return
on Christmas Day
to blow the bad
little boys away!
When He flashes like lightning
across the skies
and many a homosexual
dies,
when the harlots and heretics
are ripped asunder,
what will the Easter Bunny think,
I wonder?
NOTE: The biblical book of Revelation says that Jesus will murder children himself for their mother's sins, in the letters to the Churches. But he won't stop there, according to the writer of Revelation, because after all the earth's creatures have sung the praises of God, a third of them will be destroyed in acts of bloody carnage, along with a third of human beings. That's trillions of animals and billions of people. I can't believe the compassionate Jesus of the gospels, who had table fellowship with prostitutes and refused to stone an adulteress, is going to suddenly start murdering their children and become the greatest serial murderer of all time. And how can the man who taught us to put aside religious differences to practice compassion in the Parable of the Good Samaritan not follow his own advice? Jesus reserved all his sternest criticism for hypocrites, so wouldn't he have to live up to his own teaching?