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Mime moost re cent poem titled
Mental Illness...Inherent Since Birth
fourth line down lacked an accidentally
ohm mitt head "rack", thus presenting dearth
of understanding, and
set in motion a domino effect
(hard to believe), but YES
offsetting tilt of the Earth,
hence an immediate necessity arose
to forewarn unsuspecting readers
experiencing swollen
gaseous equatorial (abdominal) girth
homeopathic remedy easily concocted
brewing herbal tea over hearth
(chamomile my favorite - with a dollop
of honey), a curative
that doth mesh well
synchronizing linkedin saw tooth
assemblage mitigating tell
tale grinding gears finds unwanted
frictional heat,
which haint so swell
possibly causing,
(when sprocket incorporated)
permanent chain damage
requiring extremely delicate
"heroic" measures to quell
hoop fully this poetic patch
doth not require ye tubby brash
boot more critical concern
would constitute head crash,
perhaps necessitating total revision
of poem whipped off in a dash
so concludes the rhymed reason
sent faster then
greased lightening doth flash.
Grandma worked for the Salvation Army, sorting clothes.
She was part of a class called the working-class poor.
On occasion she'd take us shopping downtown.
This was long before downtown went way down.
She would buy my brother and me a toy-maybe a treat.
Today it isn't safe for anybody, not even the chief of police.
Hyper-crazy is spreading on the outbound... unfortunately.
I have a dream of getting an acre or two of pristine.
Immerse myself in wildflowers and Evergreens.
Grandma arose into the forever greens years ago
Brother soon followed.
Alone is spreading like wildfire
Buffalo, New York, was never Green.
The elders, scribes, met in Jerusalem
With Caiaphas and Annas, priests as well.
When Peter, John arrived, were asked to tell
The power used or name declared by them,
Then Peter, with the Holy Spirit filled,
Said, “If we are to be examined here,
The means by which this man was healed are clear:
The name of Jesus Christ, the man you killed.”
This Jesus is the stone that was refused;
He is the one whom God raised from the dead.
Salvation comes through no other name said,
So let’s be clear, let no one be confused.
Now, when they saw the boldness of these two,
These common and uneducated men,
Astonishment arose among them then,
These followers of Christ, the man they slew.
The priests in private met, “A much famed sign
Was clearly seen; this cannot be denied.
So that the news does not spread far and wide,
We’ll threaten them: that they must now decline
To further speak to any in this name.”
And so they called them in, gave stern advice:
You are enjoined; don’t use the name of Christ
To teach, to heal, or otherwise inflame.”
“We find your judgment borders on absurd:
Obeying you, not listening to God.
But even if you find our reason flawed,
Still, we must speak of what we’ve seen and heard.”
The crowd, on hearing, lifted shouts of praise;
The two, released, went boldly on their way.
(from Acts 4)
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(This one was a bit of a slugfest. The rhyme for the stanzas is abba, with a concluding couplet. Some come easier than others; this was not one of those.)
In God’s heart an intent arose,
which we may simply call His will,
to manifest the universe,
where agape love may overspill.
God conjured earth, water and fire
which are present in every form
and once this knowing we acquire,
bastions of wisdom we can storm.
These three elements God combined,
to create all that’s manifest,
by force of His absolute mind,
each form being by His touch blessed.
There then are only these three things,
within all diverse forms beheld
and in each heart God Himself sings,
that soul may choose with Him to meld.
Reworded, we do not exist,
as a separate entity;
of highest truth, this is the gist ~
false is ego identity.
All we see is an appearance,
diverse spectrum of vibration,
wherein all that is, is entwined,
commingled with God’s creation.
Scripture read, differing we say,
air and space deserve inclusion;
we need them too in form of clay,
five entwined in perfect fusion.
On that particular day, I always remember,
That nineteen ninety-nine 25th December,
Midst my lone celebration there arose,
A certain scent like that of a rose,
I just fell silent when all of a sudden,
Entered a lady, as though for long hidden,
With a message of Christmas; she was none,
But the District Collector of the time; whose son,
Serving in the army; on such a Christmas day died,
Fighting against the enemies, who had tired,
To encroach on the settlement tents,
And kill and loot the men put up in segments,
My son got killed - the collector said crying,
He had said, it seems when he was painfully dying,
That a doctor tried to save his life,
And undertook for this purpose great strife,
Later, when I enquired, for a long, I found,
That it was you who strived for him, duty-bound,
This is why I have come over here to meet you tonight,
On this great day, when Jesus who did fight,
For the sake of humanity who lived in darkness,
Lived and died as an ordinary man of starkness…
She wished me Merry Christmas and shared my Christmas meal,
Though she was not, by religion, a Christian, I could feel,
Grace and mercy of Jesus overflowing in her,
That, like a revolution, her heart and mind did stir,
Thanking me again and again, she slowly moved,
As a beam of moon midst, clouds of darkness grooved,
I stood silent, thinking of that gentle army man,
Who breathed his last on my lap and ended his life span,
I could not just block the teardrops that brim-filled,
And rolled down as though many duties were fulfilled...!!!
I felt a tinge of frost on my cheeks today.
That indicates that fall is just a few days away!
Ah, autumn! 'Tis my favorite season of the year,
When upon my lawn a carpet of gold will soon appear!
I heard the plaintive cry of geese as I awoke this morn.
They were winging southward to begin their annual bourne.
Frisky squirrels were secreting their winter's fare about my lawn.
Old Sol arose a tad later to display a glorious autumn dawn!
The apples on my trees are tinted by the Master Artist's brush,
Some with hues of green and gold - others with a crimson blush.
The roses struggle to retain their fading blooms for a few more days,
But the chrysanthemums in colorful array are still very much ablaze!
Aspens on the mountainsides are assuming their brilliant cloaks of gold.
Anon, snow will garnish old Pikes Peak - 'tis a grand sight to behold!
Colorado spruce 'neath where antelope now gambol and browse,
Will soon have garlands of sugary snow adorning their spreading boughs!
A brilliant harvest moon shines over all casting its mellow light.
An owl perching in a tree is silhouetted against the moon at night!
Ah, glorious autumn! It has been my favorite season since my youth.
More so since I'm in the autumn of life and grow older in the tooth!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I said I do like I meant it, its finish
The present is our and everything
That almost overtook you in the past diminished
I said do because I know what I have in you
Its for keeps and I know the feeling is mutual
I said I do because we click on so many levels
You understand I'm a misfit and a rebel
But you arose and captured my heart I'm
Just the rose petal
I said I do because in every way possible
You're perfect for me, as brainwashed as
They'll never understand that this is how love should be
I said I do because like Christ did for the church
I'm ready to lay my life down for you
Thats true submission because for the wife
Thats exactly what a husband should do
I say I do because I know what the answer is
You made me whole now that I'm reunited
With my better half my rib
~What Easter Means To me~
Passover is here once again
Nisan fourteenth, but what do we gain
Some have chocolate eggs, that's what they wait for.
But what does it mean this date we adore.
It is now called Easter, in our modern times
But what is the story behind this old crime
The death of Jesus although long ago foretold
Was not to give eggs and bunnies to hold.
The death of Jesus was to wipe out our sins
The resurrection was to show a new way begins
On the third day when Jesus arose
The women were aghast that the tomb was not closed
Two men in flashing clothes stood close on by
The women were frightened and did not look high
Why are you looking for the living amongst the dead?
Jesus is not here, he is raised up instead.
Jesus died a man, the prophecy now fulfilled
But was raised as a King by his father, his heavenly Kingdom to build.
He gave his life to fulfill the prophecy and pay the ransom price
Right down to his coat being cast lots over with dice.
He died to give us all a chance to live
So think about this more when chocolate eggs you do give.
By Mandy Tams~GG~
I’m no scholar
I don’t know many things
I’m not so intelligent
That I can pass every test
I’m not a sage
A specialist or doctor
I don’t research all the details
Or have great thoughts
My intellect isn’t rewarded
With trophies or honors
I’m a simple woman
With humble beginnings
Modest ideas and unpretentious
Dreams… I am meek
Unsophisticated and unassuming
I’m uncomplicated, plain
And totally straightforward
But I know..
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
Jesus came to bring me
A way out of sin and immorality
He came to make a way
Where no way had ever been
He was nailed to a tree
Where He hung until death
Came to take Him away
Into the shadows of its grip
In three days, He arose
From the grave
Reminded us that He brings grace
A second chance, a new way
All we need to do is pray
For forgiveness and our sin
Will be pardoned
So we can speak with God
And He will answer
Our heart’s yearnings
He will conquer
All our fears and tears
With His gentle love
That colors our whole world
In kindness, hope and joy
Faith that forever abides
On the heart, soul and mind
Where our love resides
And where His light abides
Stirring our feelings to delight
In the blessing of a heavenly Father
Who loves us with a love
That pierces the darkness
And lights up the heart
With peace that is alive
Dancing through the night
Freeing our soul with insight
Into the wonder of a faith
That believes His way of grace
Gives the wisdom to praise
The One who made a way
The One who we say
Is the answer to our prayers
The reason we have faith
The assurance of our salvation
Inspiration to always praise
The One who is our Savior!
Miniscule male member doth bend sinister
impossible mission of mine to bare witness
whereby mine (whore rubble) puny phallic
describes a bent shaft, particularly when cap
locks on first observed by the missus when
we consummated intercourse, though nicht
married, cuz the rutting urge overtook both
of us 24/7, 365 days year not omitting the
leap day, which arose because planet Earth
doth circle around the sun within 365 days,
5 hours 48 minutes and forty six seconds
to orbit the nearest star, according to NASA,
and while that calculation (rounded down
established by Nicolaus Copernicus in the
16th century, when he proposed heliocentric
model - quite controversial to the church ladies -
upending geocentric theory placing the Sun
at the center of the solar system, with Earth
orbiting around it; his theory was detailed
in his book "De Revolutionibus Orbium
Coelestium" published in 1543) to three
hundred and sixty five days, we - twenty
first century *****sapiens, recognize as
a typical year, those nearly 6 extra hours
do not conveniently disappear bitta bing
bitta bitta bang: I recognize omission of
most chitty word choice, but latched on
to a song which shares the same name
as the movie, a 1968 children's musical
adventure film directed by Ken Hughes
and produced by Albert R. Broccoli (not
necessarily the guy kids wanna blame for
their favorite vegetable) starring Dick Van
Dyke, Sally Ann Howes, Lionel Jeffries,
Gert Fröbe, Anna Quayle, Benny Hill,
James Robertson Justice, Robert Helpmann,
Heather Ripley and Adrian Hall driving the
innovative idea (credited to Julius Caesar,
who introduced it as part of Julian calendar,
adding another extra day every four years
to more accurately align the calendar after
segueing into the Gregorian calendar, a solar
calendar used in most parts of the world today
based on the Earth's revolution around the sun
and named after Pope Gregory XIII introduced
in 1582) with the solar year; essentially
making him the "inventor" of the leap year
added to account for the difference.