Long Assistance Poems
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The day that we left port, to new horizons we would sail
Knowing the dangers ahead, seafarers in the end we would prevail
Our journey from the Highlands from Inverness my home town
To Brazil in South America a new life to settle down
With charts of old we sail the seas
Passing the Antialtair Seamount with hardly a breeze
Our destination set, half way through our trip
Bridgetown, Barbados, on my elegant ship
We noticed a change a difference, on these high seas
Many nautical miles I've sailed but I've never seen ones like these
The sky had turned a colour I'd never seen before
Sporadic luminescent blues, like the beaches of the Azores
Our lookout suddenly shouts, dark shapes drift in the clouds
Before too long there is screaming, even the men cry loud
Swooping winged creatures descend, mouths agape with luminescent blues
Their tails whipping the swells, lacerating the waves we sail through
For many hours they probed as they swooped, a blue ball hovering over my ship
This is certainly a voyage to remember, to our new life on this trip
We finally reach Bridgetown, Barbados, my family and crew still in fear
When we sighted this land in the sun, we were deafened by our cheers
We reported in to the authorities, our run in with creatures unknown
They mentioned the Bermuda Triangle, and we were not alone
They have many reporting such as we, even fleets disappearing from view
To reach here as we have done, we are lucky, just one of a few
We thanked them for their assistance, as we set sail for our journeys end
To Vitoria a city so new, to our sawmill, our new life, Amen
As our world around us grew open, more tales and stories were told
Conclusions were never developed, maybe one day it will all unfold
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November 12 Scripture Meditations Based on Galatians 3-4
Key Verse – Galatians 4:7 Wherefore thou art no more a servant, but a son; and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME YOUR HEIR
Thank You for making me Your heir of heavenly riches
According to Your salvation’s bounty-bunches
Despite sinful crutches
So I can be triumphant over hell-bound transgression-punches.
Thank You for making me Your heir of divine inheritance
According to Your redemption’s ransom-assistance
Despite guilty resistance
So I can be grateful for heart-felt submission-repentance.
Thank You for making me Your heir of eternal security
According to Your regeneration’s justification-sovereignty
Despite hypocritical sincerity
So I can be assured against mind-confused ignorance-uncertainty.
Thank You for making me Your heir of spiritual provisions
According to Your compassion’s graciousness-portions
Despite vain dissatisfactions
So I can be contented along soul-filled gratitude-situations.
Thank You for making me Your heir of infinite treasures
According to Your perfection’s wisdom-measures
Despite worldly pressures
So I can be scriptural upon prudence-braced knowledge-enclosures.
Thank You for making me Your heir of blissful blessedness
According to Your sanctification’s forgiveness-righteousness
Despite perilousness wickedness
So I can be victorious around willingness-urged revival-joyfulness.
Thank You for making me Your heir of everlasting glory
According to Your transformation’s effectiveness-victory
Despite faithlessness’ misery
So I can be worshipful toward faith-strengthened kingdom-ministry.
November 12, 2022
August 26 Scripture Meditations Based on Obadiah
Key Verse – Obadiah 1:3 The pride of thine heart hath deceived thee, thou that dwellest in the clefts of the rock, whose habitation is high; that saith in his heart, Who shall bring me down to the ground?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BRINGING DOWN MY PRIDE
Thank You for bringing down my pride of haughty sufficiency
To correct me by Your satisfaction-persistency
So that I can stay in Your compassionate proficiency
And be content in enjoying Your mercy.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of vain arrogance
To rebuke me by Your meekness-deliverance
So that I can abide in Your nourishing sustenance
And be peaceful in claiming Your assistance.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of shameful selfishness
To humble me by Your sacrifice-completeness
So that I can acknowledge Your omnipotent greatness
And be confident in trusting Your kindness.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of obvious idolatry
To discipline me by Your standards in the ministry
So that I can march along truth-infantry
And be courageous in doing Your will against sin-entry.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of hypocritical reaction
To cleanse me by Your purging sanctification
So that I can strive for Your holiness-anchored function
And be teachable in learning from Your instruction.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of worldly interest
To reprove me by Your divine test
So that I can invest in Your eternity’s fullest
And be fruitful in working for Your honour, always the best.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of disobedient tenacity
To mold me by Your loving authority
So that I can yield to Your guiding sovereignty
And be blessed in praising Your Deity.
August 26, 2022
Balaclava'd minister in a lanky limousine
Condomised personality inside a broken mask
Skewered chopsticks serve pieces of Pancolin
Toilet paper dolphins to wipe his weary ****
Ave Maria.. Amanita Muscaria
Mycaphagists and mycaphobes
Trot the nuclear globe
Shroomy hallucigens
Amanita phalloiides
Droning overhead
I am become Death..
In 1938 Hitler kissed the Pope
In 2017 we kissed goodbye to hope
That thing with feathers of Ms Dickenson
Bards and wordsmith playing monopoly
With Wisdom and Courage
Lord , help me to accept the things.
I cannot chang...
She explained to me
The chemistry in the sea
Salt and water formula enacts a mystery
Brings increase of intelligence
Divine assistance to the brain
Blessed petrichor of rain
Make my poetry the most expensive hobby
And talk the cheapest currency
How explosion can explain to me -
The chemistry of the sun..?
Thus let dreamy slake awaken with a start
And disintegrate into matters of the heart
Alone in my world of solitude, admitting this feeling of mine
my desire to let go and cry, is nothing short of benign
nothing I think to do can elevate, sensing my emptiness to blame
my pain and anguish intimidates, bringing with it this shame
These words I hope to relate, might bring me a respite and chance to feel
maybe I just need assistance, finding a successful way to heal
regardless of the reason, for me truth must still hold true
I can't take this pain much longer, or I don't know just what I'll do
Extending my hand to you my friend, advice is what I really seek
finding an answer to my dilemma, this situation is very bleak
help me to confront that internal pain, in you I dare place my trust
refusing to believe or to give in to despair, I know this I must
My unseen tears, like a falling feather the wind shall carry away
how much did I hope my heart of flesh, would somehow turn into clay
you see my friend how to contend, with a heart weighing me down
trying to solve this anguish I have, in sadness causing me to drown
All my life this world to me, only black and white will I ever be able to see
there is truth and there is untruth, in my eyes that's how it could ever be
this world of gray is not worth much, another way for the selfish to gain
manipulating the truth to benefit themselves, while causing others our pain
living in our world full of desires, with temptations how to tow that straight line
confronted with selfishness and personal gain, thoughts causing my heart to pine
rising to the occasion and choosing wisely, more than this you just cannot do
but if the alternative is to compete with the selfish, run to avoid them like the flu
Comforted I am with these words I learned, quoted in the name of someone great
Rabbi Eliyahu Dessler was his name, and in his wisdom did I truly find my fate
"you can give without loving, but you can't love without giving", is what he would sometimes
relate
so if this path of selfishness is what you choose to follow, your true love will never await
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1tKP2npRz4
Sister Yanny baked brownies in the orphanage. This was a rare occasion
for money was scarce and there were more important things to buy such as milk,
diapers, blankets, etc. Buddy bounced in his crib making gurgling sounds
while a dimple appeared on his round little chin.
As night arrived, all the parent-less cherubs slept safe in their beds,
except for Buddy stayed awake waiting for Santa to make his big break.
Thump went the floor boards as Santa frantically placed each parcel adrift.
Buddy jumped out of the crib with a pacifier dangling from his left hip.
Raising one chubby arm he plops a big pacifier into Santa's rudy mouth
Santa falls asleep smiling like a contented cat while Buddy pokes a hole in
Santa's hat and turned it into a garment red and white. Off he went to deliver
toys to all the boys and girls, while Santa snores and snores and snores....
Come morning Santa is fed cookies by a discombobulated nun that Santa
called hon bun. Buddy winks at the elves "you've done a good job this year "
then he pats his belly crosses his baby toes and returns to the orphanage.
Santa is so pleased with Buddy's assistance that he decides to adopt Buddy.
So this is how Buddy ends up in the North Pole. I know there are movies that
tell you otherwise but I am telling you the true story, behind the little diaper
that could. I should tell you about the time that Buddy poops out gold, but
that is another story. I must go now Yanny is calling, the brownies are ready.
INVISIBLE
My dreams always regress,
not finding exact address,
running in terrible stress.
Everybody moves to goal,
only me to slide and roll,
no assistance, no console.
My hidden destination,
no right clue, no direction,
failing anticipation.
How to reach the invisible?
Problem not compatible.
Situation not simple.
Invisible terminal.
Neither guidance nor signal.
Journey in dream: Dull, dismal
02/19/17 seven syllables per line
Invisible Contest by Lewis Raynes
When you head out to worship today…no matter to what God you pray
Pray for whoever else is praying to live the basic teachings of their religion
that some have forgotten or abandoned along the way.
Pray for everyone to love everyone…in this country and every foreign land
Pray that everyone treat everyone with kindness and respect…
Pray when they see someone in need…they lend a helping hand.
Pray when they see someone hurt or injured…whether close by or far away
they will offer them assistance…Pray they won’t look the other way.
Pray that everyone do everything within their power
to enhance each other’s happiness…to ease each other’s suffering and pain…
Pray when they see sadness showering down…they’ll offer an umbrella in the rain.
Pray when they see someone hungry…starving
they won’t wait another minute…another day.
to offer them food to fill their bellies…
Pray they won’t withhold…or take their food away.
When they see people in need of medicine to help them heal…
or that will allow them to live another day
pray they will offer them that medicine…
pray they won’t withhold or take that medicine away
Pray, when the day is over, and you kneel by your bed to pray
You won’t go to bed knowing there were people in the world
you could have helped that day.
And if there were…
pray for the love, the strength and the compassion
that when you kneel down to pray tomorrow…
you will be the reason for their happiness…
not another reason for their sorrow.
November 17 Scripture Meditations Based on Philippians 1-2
Key Verse – Philippians 1:6 Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BEGINNING A GOOD WORK IN ME
Thank You for beginning a good work in me with Your sovereignty
Thru salvation of my soul from hell’s penalty
Toward heavenly eternity of glorious majesty…
Thus, enabling me to prioritize Your kingdom’s prosperity.
Thank You for beginning a good work in me with Your grace
Thru assurance of my redemption from doubt’s trace
Toward joyful spirit of worshipful praise…
Thus, pressing me to depend on Your kindness’ brace.
Thank You for beginning a good work in me with Your assistance
Thru fortification of my faith from sin’s distance
Toward righteous walk of steadfast stance…
Thus, leading me to trust Your guidance in every instance.
Thank You for beginning a good work in me with Your Word
Thru enlightenment of my mind from foolishness’ discord
Toward Scriptural wisdom of prudent record…
Thus, teaching me to learn from Your truth’s sword.
Thank You for beginning a good work in me with Your goal
Thru sanctification of my heart from worldliness’ pole
Toward sacrificial labour of ministerial task, fully whole…
Thus, instructing me to fulfill Your mandate’s commission.
Thank You for beginning a good work in me with Your covenant
Thru approval of my commitment from discontentment’s giant
Toward delightful fellowship of godly want…
Thus, driving me to pursue Your blessings’ grant.
November 17, 2022
An ambitious druid set out to recover an omnipotent ancient fluid
She was a kind witch with a wee twitch about to discover a glitch
Laboured with great force to go back to the Source and in due course
She tabled a motion to produce a lotion or potion for better emotion
Applied for a grant to enchant with the Council of Fairy Queen Dreams
Because she was sicken and poverty stricken and needed support to comfort
Required assistance to overcome resistance to cast a spell and quell the cartel
Of warring factions that had gained traction shouting war score and gore
‘Let me make some agent at the sorcerers’ pageant and tame insane pain
That derives from seeds of greed and loony fixation on vicious vexation’
She ground fresh chamomile with a smile for healing dope in good hope
Crushed tea tree leaves and stinging nettle petals for release of peace
As foundation for libation she added more tricks to the mix and stirred fur
And holly berries infused and enthused cherries and compassion with passion
To fuel the tasty gruel she injected thyme and some lime and peat for a treat
Boiled the kettle full mettle with wood from the beach and threw in a peach
She sat on a willow pillow and offered for free her meal for people to heal
No taker they thought she’ a faker so for their concern she added some fern
And to convince she put a handful of quince and cold marigold into the fold
Yet when she accepted that people were too infected and simply objected
To spreading good will with delicious food skill she exclaimed 'what a shame’
Feasted on spruce juice and a tooth and went into space to start a new race
Starting from zero she became a hero and hailed a rage with heavenly sage
They built her a shrine with galaxy wine and accepted what earthlings rejected
The moral of the tale is when all else fails you find an innovative place to grind
Change perspective and position and decide to complete your fine mission
Where you can feed other’s need without angry fear of what is so dear
16th October 2019