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Using the need to convey and communicate.
She spoke to those she reherst as they needed
to communicate. the director had been
ordered find words to convey and give meaning to
the terminology used speak so that all were
able to understand. He allowed them to use words
that were directed at the editers, the prompt persons
and even the lighting directors.
Bastard prompt, languages like sonnet, to edit, caster
to direct, stop, to end. likeablity to question.
she was concerned about being both a member of the cast and the orchestra.
the person she was dating had been isolated and alone (without dating0
For sometime he too often acted by adding word to his script, making his cohort
learn to adlib.The lady felt shredded by her obligations. onstage she knew
her male friend had a script that would allow him to adlib around engagement and marrage. she stumbled over the matter in private, she didn't allow her secret
her romance to a woman who she had been involved with as lovers, not as partners in a friendship. When both persons auditioned for the part; members of the cast spoke behind the backs of the cast members involed with in the rumor. 9 a line in the play- was Sweep the fallen needles under the christmas tree; my fiance forgot to take it down." The actress rebuttal would be: "" she is busy doing other things, manybe whoring around!" the actress is then surpassed to enter the room holding a tray to give the members of the party refreshments," she is the maid, her words were to speak only to the women as directed by her boss, in the scence before. In a twist of events she said( bla,..... Instead of Bla,....) and forced them to adlid around her words. a song was to appear and the mean mugging faces grunted with disapproval. but as the music started, they smiled, only to have there world shattered as she began sing different words to the music that for months they had rehersted.
these are these people: this kind of song, this sorted foolishness. a cander of cantress bullying! Her role as musicain might have been more appealing?
I have been convinced for several years now that the worship
team at our church prays and give themselves to God.
They thrive to be a tool in cohort with The Lord. In so doing,
we are able to dine and feast together in our worship experience.
This morning, I said to myself, "Had I been there and seen Jesus in person,
I don't know if I could have contained myself". I considered the woman
at the well and the woman caught in adultery. I thought about the woman
who wiped his feet with her tears, and the man from whom were cast many
demons.
In a moment, I tried to put myself in their shoes as did I with the thief on
the cross. No, the writers and reporters of the stories could not tell it all, nor express all their emotions, but it is clear that surely, they were overwhelmed. In the spirit, I felt in the worship service what they must have felt, and so much more, when they encountered The Christ face to face. They experienced the person of his presence, and for several glorious minutes, I bathed in the spirit of his presence.
In my heart and mind, there was a brief 'casting of visions' of my Savior as I bowed and wept in the pew, taking in and consuming as much of him as I possibly could. This was public worship, albeit, never so private and personal. Words fall short of what I sensed and felt, but I wanted this morning's worship experience to be put in words. I wasn't even sure that I could put such moments in words, but these few words are my feeble attempt at sharing with you what my fellow parishioners must have also experienced. I totally realized that indeed, God is everywhere present, and regarding this morning in our Church's Sanctuary, these words best describe what I felt and heard.
There was nothing canned, frozen, or preserved about what I feasted on this morning. I tell you, it was as renewing as the rising sun, and as fresh as the morning dew. I felt it my obligation to pass this my worship experience on to you.
"... As for us, we cannot help speaking about what we have seen and heard.” Acts 4:20.
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The media assaulted Donald Trump.
They made him seem unfit.
They passed him off as their despair
portraying him as twit.
They took him out of context
though not at all on purpose.
They'd closed their minds to wisdom
in any kind of surplus.
Then chose a side to bad mouth
with Hillary to support.
The News no more reporting
as they would all cohort.
The people getting angry.
The Americans wise for Trump.
The Press just getting more detached
for disappointing slump.
The polls to favor Hillary.
The Press would broadcast lies.
Condemning Trump as unapproved
to shame the people wise.
A vote for each American,
their election came to them.
The election starting quickly for
the Clinton favored femme.
The News going on endorsing her.
some fearing Trump was lost.
The women's egos so damn high
that Hillary's eyes had frost.
When finally came the turn-around
that Donald soon would gain.
The world came calling for The Trump
and Hillary cried in vain.
Full shock had neadered to the Press.
Their ignorance shown galore.
The people out of reach with them
all shocked to see their horror.
The message should you want to know.
To never trust the Press.
Refusing all their certainty
to keep the truth from less.
And now you know the politically correct.
The path the world's taking.
Important people closing minds
to steer the world to shaking.
The legion march quickly north,
armed with glaudius , pila, and, scutum.
Prefect Claudius Flavius was in command of the First Cohort.
Vanguard in the lead, flankers to the sides, rear guard looking behind.
They marched steady and strong under a blazing hot sun.
Each man weighed down with 60 pounds of armor, weapons, shield and rations.
They did not falter,
and they did not stop for water.
Such is the discipline of the legions of Rome.
At the end of the day they made their camp.
That night the equites legionis scouts found the enemy.
and the battle was planned.
The legion was up before dawn and prepared for battle.
The First Cohort, four hundred eighty men in all, marched to the battle site ahead of the others, and formed four maniples.
When the rest of the legion was formed,
Flavius commanded the First to move forward toward the screaming enemy.
They did not falter,
and they marched in good order.
Such is the discipline of the legions of Rome.
At the command of, " Iacere pila". they hurled their spears at the enemy shields.
At the command of, " Contendire vesta sponte" they drew their glaudii and engaged,
attacking the left flank of the enemy formation.
Armor and spears, swords and shields met in a horrible clash.
The centurii and optio shouted orders above the blare of the bugles.
Pilae were hurled.
Scuta banged against scuta.
soliders pushed, shoved, yelled and cursed.
Glaudii thrust forward in unrelenting, grim determination.
They did not falter,
and they gave no quarter.
Such is the discipline of the legions of Rome.
In the end the enemy line unraveled, and those who were left ran for their lives.
The equites chased them down.
The battle was hard fought.
The list of the slain was long,
and the lesson the legion sent was clear.
Those of the enemy that got way brought this message home.
The Roman legions are strong and disciplined.
They do not falter,
and they give no quarter.
Do not test the power of Rome.
To some, a Garrison is a strong fort
(Or troops encamped inside, an armed cohort).
Or thoughts might turn to a centurion:
A leader of the many soon to come.
To Gwen and Garrett, he's the first-born son,
A joyous melding of these two in one
Small bundle: Garrett, seen in impish grin
And forehead, twinkling eyes that come from Gwen.
The honor that a first-born does accord:
A brief, sweet time before ensuing hoards
Disrupt the tranquil peace, the solo joys,
Wrest 'way attention, break the favorite toys.
To some, no, make that many uncles, aunts,
A glimpse into their future, if perchance
They choose the wedded way and have a kid,
More niece and nephew Gs, heaven forbid!
Of those who think he's grand, there is no lack:
Big Daddy, Mimi, Gigi, Poppa Jack.
For us, a chance to care for a sweet child,
Return him home all sugared up and wild.
A sweet aside, ’twas kidding, all in jest;
A blessing that we cannot overstress:
To help train up a child which way to go,
To see God's work in him give blossom, grow.
For midst the fun, the presents, and the cake,
We pray, entrust his care unto the Son;
Towards God's begotten, his steps soon will take,
And stride there with endurance, at a run.
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On the occasion of Garrison's first birthday - he's soon to be 9 now! Found on an old file on the computer, wanted to get it in my soup collection...
My favorite game has a shuttlecock.
You can hear my shrieks around the block.
People come running looking for detective chalk.
Thinking I was killed by a moron’s Glok.
You see I am not much of a sports jock.
During hopscotch I can barely find my rock.
I noticed today that I ruined my summer frock
Badminton has torn a hole in my new lace sock.
People are standing along the gray sidewalk.
This racquet game they had better not knock.
I watch my cohort give them a quick pickpock.
These Items I will later help her hock.
We’ll take them to swap down by the pirate’s dock.
I enjoy seeing the sneaky way she doth stalk.
Wallets disappearing, oh, what a shock!
They will be stirred up for days, talking the talk.
September 21 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Joel 1-3
Key Verse – Joel 1:14 Sanctify ye a fast, call a solemn assembly, gather the elders and all the inhabitants of the land into the house of the LORD your God, and cry unto the LORD.
FAITH IN GOD WHO SANCTIFIES US WHILE WE CRY UNTO HIM
God sanctifies us while we cry unto Him midst His truth’s voice
That awakens us from our disobedience which is a wrong choice---
We seek His compassion for our faith to rejoice
In His holiness toward our saintly poise.
God sanctifies us while we cry unto Him midst His instruction
That teaches us to abide in His constant purification---
We stay in His will for our faith to combat deception
In His Word along His right direction.
God sanctifies us while we cry unto Him midst His divine alarm
That warns us against our slothfulness that gives us harm---
We trust His assurance for our faith to overcome worldly charm
In His virtues toward heavenly treasures beyond rich earthly farm.
God sanctifies us while we cry unto Him midst His care
That exhorts us to serve Him while His Gospel we share---
We pray for His might for our faith to thrive along peaceful welfare
In His power to stand midst spiritual warfare.
God sanctifies us while we cry unto Him midst His grace
That strengthens us as we run the Christian race---
We cling to His mercy for our faith to increase always
In His victory all through the days.
God sanctifies us while we cry unto Him midst His comfort
That secures us from any evil and wicked report---
We have His protection for our faith to fight sin’s cohort
In His safeguard upon His fortress-court.
God sanctifies us while we cry unto Him midst His lovingkindness
That teaches us His principles of Scriptural worthiness---
We learn from His statutes for our faith to live with purposefulness
In His leadership toward our triumphant gratefulness.
September 21, 2025
Grave of silence,
Death on meter,
Consequence of disobedience remarks its keeper,
Smiles on our face,
Brute speeders ready aim!
Up above is a sky,what's up is a fame,
Benovelent subjects awhile,throwing crab speeches into ear,
Down from the hill,down on gear,
Through to the morning light,
Through to brilliant night,
Pace setters catchup with goals,
The etymology of personal names expose,
Insulin following the aftermath flow of puffing blood,
Behind your reign is a new descendant bud,
Ones face in mind splitted into different glance within 60seconds,
Comrades,light comprehended darkness within the moment an eye was twinkle,
Locomotion among life facet,
You're of self tenet,
Capable to predict the end of Armageddon war,
The vine and his old block alone,
Expenditure of supriority is of no limit,
The garbage cohort still clip bit,
Like strawberry wine,...Majesty!
Lovers admiring gowns,
Futility not commenced in arouse,
Will you be ready when death comes around?
Though it may find you a brand new man....
Catapulted to the deepest part of the Amazonia forest,premitive!
Freedom bails,dead body fed by thief,
They that know won't tell,
The unknown will not believe,
But will leave them,
Sacraments in gesture hub,
Untill we see GOD with our eyes will we say he is alive,
The brainwashed sings as such,
Shared steps with best dispatch,
Best friend spoke about,
Sage man voiced out!
Saturday, December 21 Military Time 2319
(According to website:
https://earthsky.org/astronomy-
essentials/everything-you-need-
to-know-december-solstice.)
Hark the herald angels sing
yea, only one hundred ten days,
I started counting until spring
as proclaimed courtesy
yours truly, a fellow Earthling.
Mine tolerance to endure
brutally cold weather quite plain
decreases in direct proportion
as orbitz around El Sol increase,
hence subsequent heft to weather
old man winter doth wane,
no matter majority mein kampf birthdays
lived hashtagged Southeastern
Montgomery, Pennsylvanian.
Climate change slated
to ratchet up temperatures,
thus quaint Currier
and Ives existence dated,
whereby relics portraying
old man winter curated
within (ironically enough)
climate controlled and heavily gated
surveilled environment freighted
replete with trappings created,
back in the day when bomb cyclones
nsync with polar vortex precipitated,
where global warming naysayers skated
on thin ice ignoring strong voice dictated
by diminutive Swedish
activist Greta Thunberg severely castigated
passive grownups, said
slip o' lass generated
cult like following despite
her petite, yet enervated
larger than life presence, especially venerated
by young people cohort, who felt infuriated
unheeded apocalyptic warnings
inadvertently kickstarted,
motivated, and promulgated
green revolution proudly designated
government, née said youth
zealously, vociferously, righteously,
opportunistically arrogated
take charge attitude
(think) wartime economy escalated
forcing drastic paradigm shift
diminishing nightmare demise calculated
to reign death and destruction,
nonetheless untolled cruelty
permanently and wantonly eradicated
multitudinous swaths of life forms.
Of the polar sort, I am a vagabond bear
Find me due north in the cold arctic air
A lone, tusked walrus is my only cohort
I am a vagabond bear, of the polar sort
Of the grizzly kind, I am a vagabond bear
Moving from one to the next hidden lair
Wander through forest with no place in mind
I am a vagabond bear, of the grizzly kind
Of the panda variety, I am a vagabond bear
In my travels, I can find bamboo anywhere
Playful when I want as is my propriety
I am a vagabond bear, of the panda variety
Of a wishful crew, I am a vagabond bear
A human tired of humans, who really don’t care
I want to stay lost and be someone no one knew
I am a vagabond bear, of a wishful crew
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