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Rolled out of bed
Kissed the woman I wed
Made sure the dog was fed
Then strolled over to visit Farmer Fred
Fred I said, “Charlie Kirk is dead!”
Freds eyes glistened, and his face turned red
He grabbed his bible and from it he read
(Jeremiah 5:21)
Hear this, You foolish and senseless people,
Who have eyes but do not see,
Who have ears but do not hear:
He paused a moment, scratched his head
Flipped some pages, continuing he read
(Revelation 21:8)
But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable,
As for murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolators
And all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns
With fire and sulfur, which is the second death.
He closed his bible and bowed his head
This was the prayer that Fred said
Dear God,
Please open our eyes so we might see
Please open our ears so we might hear
Grant us the courage and faith to stand against
Murderers, sorcerers, idolators, and liars
Free our land from sexual immorality
Keep us from being detestable in your eyes
Provide us wisdom so we might discern and test
The spirits that come to us in our day
Teach us how to recognize good fruit
For grapes are not gathered from thorns
Or figs from thistles
I ask this in the name of our Lord and Savior
Jesus Christ
Amen
I stared at Fred just for awhile
Then I inquired with a smile
The political divide in our country is wide
Both sides accuse the other of lies
“It’s hateful to disagree with me”
Is the mantra I so often see
Which side is right and which is wrong?
How are we to all get along?
Fred flashed me his famous wink of the eye
Then he made this cryptic reply
Peoples minds have to change
Everyone thinks they know who’s to blame
Here is a test one might apply
If you found when you read this epistle
It made your mind begin to bristle
You are the problem and you need to change
You are the one whose mind is deranged
The deceiver of man is your greatest fan
For he is guiding your political plan
Life came in one shoe fit
Determined to live and not quit
Made the wrong choices
Managed to overtake and make right
Achieved of value in knowing how establish
No question needed with answer
Fighter of life with no surrender spirit
No need to say sorry
There is no worry
Some would say merit while others would say punk
Call it what you will
I understand myself, but do you understand yourself
My name is counted among
A man higher than I knows it
Believe what you will
Know myself better than anybody else
Baby, I thought you understood
Must understand yourself before analyzing another
Words you say draws me away
You are trying to convince me to stay
Standing on principle
Words said are reality
Don’t pity me, but pity yourself
Made up for it in life in believing who I am having a purpose
Tomorrow everlasting
Shoe fit
Don’t try to fit in it
Don’t know what I gone through in life
Standing and continuing to stand
You are no longer in dem and
My shoes have walked on
Be gone
I pray for God’s will to be done in my life
Even when I really want my own way sometimes
I know that it will be best to listen to Him
And do what He tells me through the very end
God’s will might not agree with what I want
He might tell me that I can’t do it all
I know that the Bible is always the right way
And I can’t allow the devil to tempt me
I pray for God’s will even when I want something else
He knows what is best for me when I digress
Whatever comes in this life I want to meet with Him
And allow Him to change my worst into His best
God’s will might not always suit me when it comes
I probably have my own plans and dreams and hopes
But what is right is always going to be the best for me
And I want to please my Heavenly Father more than anything
I pray for God’s will to lead me in the right direction
I want to follow the path that He sets before me
Give Him all of my heart and soul for reaching toward good
And please Him with my continuing to do all that I should
God’s will is forever going to be my greatest gain
When He leads and I follow I am truly at my best
I know that I won’t always want what He has for me
But know, in the end, this is what is right for me
I pray for God’s will to reach down and take my hand
To do what He has planned for me – it is the right I understand
Through His love, I have come so very far since I was young
And I know His way for me will bring peace, joy and hope
God’s will is going to fill my heart and soul with grace
Feelings of pure enlightenment without a trace of shame
He will lead me to just the right people and places along the way
And I can be sure I’m answering His call if I follow through it all
I pray for God’s will to come to me through whatever means He has
Revealing what He’s done for me and all the plans He maps
I want to do it all for Him, the One who died for my very soul
And reach my destination one day, Heaven’s bright and shining shore
This telling is about a gift. The gift includes oatmeal, but the real story is very much more.
Mom had been farm-raised during the Depression and had little. Her father, to me ‘Grandad’, with ‘Grandmother’ had lived frugally and saved enough to buy a farm and then a house in town, with cash. As WWII loomed, she went to college, then taught for 8 years. After the war, Dad and Mom married and she took a hiatus of 10 years to have and to help Dad marshal the 5 siblings in our family. She would return to teach another 30 years. With her dual jobs, Mom always got the least amount of sleep.
At age 10 and both early morning risers, she’d get me up at our usual 5 AM to begin delivery of newspapers before school which began at 8. I’d finish my pre-school studies by 7:30 before my ‘trash duties’ and then the walk of 3 blocks to school in our town of 2000 Christian souls.
Mom kept a tight accounting of the time and taught me to do so as well. She was proud that I ended up with an 8-year record for school attendance, interrupted only by a case of MUMPS when I was in the 4th grade.
In those days there were no instant oats and no microwave. It was required to bring the water in the pan to a boil with its pinch of salt, then add the measured cup of raw oats followed by clock-watching the instructed 10 minutes to bring it to readiness for serving, …but…only after adding brown sugar and raisins that I liked. As we ate, we’d share our time, the day’s schedule, our beliefs and hopes. Mom made it all great as she mentored me.
Sometimes she would decide to take me in the car if it was stormy or cold. We’d continue our time together; Mom with one of her sons, continuing to share devotional time discussing things that mattered. She’d often sing a favorite hymn,
"In the Garden", or other, and sometimes listen to Dad’s "Old Rugged Cross" on the radio. Mom was truly one of the Greatest Generation the world has known.
These days, I sometimes have oatmeal the way she fixed it and remember what Mom meant to me and remember the “Gift of Time Together” that Mom gave to me, and to pass on to my family.
Elva Fern, aka Mother, later aka ‘Mom’, mentored me well.
I still get up at 5 AM.
Ferocious winds, sleet turned -------------------- Snow.
Another day off of work, poetry -------------------- and
Time to shovel my drive. 25 MPH ----------------Winds
Hold me hostage in my abode. I ----------------- Keep
Enclosed, I rose from slumber. -------------------- Me
Rattled, never, I have heat where I'm ------ Contained.
Whistling winds whisper in my ear as I'm ------ Shoveling
Inches and feet, pierced by icy sleet a ----------- Slushy,
Nasty mess. Continuing to fall, no break, the -- Snow
Teases me. My third cup of coffee, shaken, ---- Mixed,
Encased in a thermos with Amaretto Swiss. ----- Icy
Rain, little spears, fierce in these windy ------- Conditions
Jared Pickett
2/10/2010
Asavvy1
It’s time we become aware of this syndrome lie:
“The more things change; the more they stay the same.”
Use your NI to simply check out this scamming phrase;
Are not change and same oxymoronic juxtapositions?!
Let us not be disillusioned and disrespected unto ourselves
And our Ancestors who have done so much over the centuries
To ensure that our slave-like conditions would become less and less;
Though we’re not where we wish to be here, we’re not where we once were:-
Thus, let us no longer be victims of this phase of the Oppressor Syndrome;
Rather, let us remain on the battlefield of the Lord in our liberation struggle:-
As Marley has reminded us...let’s emancipate ourselves from mental slavery;
Liberating our minds from the Oppressor Syndrome’s infecting self-destruction:-
Know this: the more we bring about changes continuing our liberation struggle,
The lesser becomes the necessary liberating work for succeeding younger generations;
Let renewed awareness awaken us to the absurdity of change keeping things the same;
Rather, in the face of adversity, let's be resilient, and journey onward in grateful hope:-
P.S. Indeed, more could be said; but has not the point been made?!
In liberating our minds from the Syndrome, so will we be liberated
from its oppression:-
I do not know the different forms of poetry
To be honest I have no desire to ascertain
So many forms and so complicated
To much confusion for my lazy brain!
I just like to write my thoughts down
A combination of heart and mind
About life and all it encompasses
Usually in a rhyme
I love reading poetry
Be it fiction or the real deal
Humorous, heartfelt, serious, dark,
All topics and opinions on how poets feel
I respect poets who love a challenge
Who appreciate the varied poetry forms
But for me just reading the names of them
Leaves my brain all tattered and torn!
Qawwali, Jueju ,Concrete
Munajat, Vogon,Tyburn, Grook
Only a handful of many
Like words out of a science fiction book!!
My personal preference is to keep it simple
Avoiding forms like Diamanté or Suzette Prime
Continuing to pen my poems
In just good old fashioned Rhyme !
today upon an endless trail
that seems endless going straightly on
though there are traps hidden upon
into which I stumble every one
and nights do fall with fearful dread
of dreams that tear it into shreds
visions of that which I do fear
and that which I cannot understand
awaken I in deep of night
fearing that which I cannot recall
shadows flowing whispering words
of things known within the night
light of day brings nothing new
and all colors muted gray
and before me nothing lies
in the dawning of morning light
just continuing going on
footsteps endlessly as before
no other paths on which to turn
allowing me from this one to flee
I do long of other lands
and of castles that might be
that somehow tomorrow might
be a place that I might find
flights of fancy I do have
and dreams of what yet might be
that somehow I might find
upon a tomorrow that never is
Oh Maya, you are so cute and beautiful,
Dancing like a damsel around me.
I came here with a definite hope,
Of winning you without a delay.
Oh Maya, showing your softness and grace,
You delude me and made me a slave.
But whenever I woke from my dream,
I fight feverishly for winning you.
Oh Maya, you are so pure and adorable,
As a golden vision for my eyes.
I came here with a supreme will,
Of winning you without a delay.
Oh Maya, putting many obstacles around me,
You bar me from any future progress.
But whenever I woke from my sleep,
I hurl myself striving to break through.
Oh Maya, you are so nice and lovable,
As goddess of pleasure for my senses.
I came here to be your husband,
To control you and command you.
Oh Maya, like a moth flying against the flame,
You drag me to pleasures of life.
And I searched for happiness everywhere
But standing here futile and vain.
Oh Maya, now my time is gone forever,
Without finding any space for my leg.
The cause and effect is drawing their clutches,
And here I die, crippled and cheated.
Oh Maya, like the Christ I will resurrect,
And come back here to continue the fight.
And one day I will win your heart,
And make you my wife for ever and ever.
Comment : Actually it is not meant to be written as merely a love story.. This poem is based on Indian Philosophy. The union which is described is between 'Prakrithi' (The nature) and 'Purusha' (The Individual Soul). The individual soul manifested has an aim to conquer her-The Nature and his effort is continuing..
Won second place in STRAND SELECT 6 any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Taking us through everyday,
Ticking in its usual way,
Never speeds up or slows down,
Yet sometimes, there's more around,
And others, not enough,
So finding it seems tough.
Though its schedule is strange,
It will never change.
We find a way to keep the pace,
At times it feels life its a race.
One that can never be won,
Time rises and sets with the sun.
It can be your enemy or friend,
Regardless its there at the end.
Carrying on as we pass,
Continuing on to guide the mass.
Of all people, young and old,
Forming and fitting them to its mold.
An idea which was so complete,
The truth will knock you off your feet.
Just something keeping us on track,
The time that passes we never get back.
The future, is all its aiming for,
Our past, just another door,
Closing behind us,
Leaving only memories to remind us.
what if time was never even there,
Would we be aware,
Or even care.
Each moment you share,
Should be inviting,
Not something to be fighting.