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In seventeen seventy-seven,
amidst the deep summer’s August heat,
Barry St. Leger, loyalist milita,
and the Iroquois walked on sore feet.
Their mission was clear: move down the Mohawk,
meet Burgoyne and split the rebel states,
except the Americans in Fort Stanwix
were effectively blocking their way.
To advance the fort had to be reduced,
but St. Leger’s force had few big guns,
so he settled into a siege of the fort,
with a mind to hold strong 'til he’d won.
But the patriots knew of the British plans,
and were not content to just sit and wait,
Tyrion County called up its militia
to save Stanwix from a bloody fate.
Eight hundred of them marched for the fort,
under the command of Nick Herkimer,
a palatine German of the Mohawk vale,
an able and determined fighter.
They stopped to camp not far from Stanwix,
and Herkimer counseled that they should hold,
to await a signal from inside the fort
and launch a two-front attack bold.
But the militia saw this as cowardice,
and said,”What else could we expect?
His own brother fights with St. Leger,
we can’t expect him to take the next step.”
Herkimer darkened at his men’s words,
and would not idly receive their scorn,
he ordered the men to be on the ready,
they would advance the following morn.
But the British knew of their approach,
and prepared to put them to the test,
near five hundred set out to intercept,
mostly Iroquois with some Loyalists.
The next day the Americans, on the move,
found themselves passing through a ravine,
unaware that eyes stared upon them
as they drank from a cool, tiny stream.
The British had planned to wait until
the patriots were all stretched out,
but some Indians opened fire too early,
a roar of muskets and loud piercing shouts.
The first volleys hit hard, stunned the militia,
a good many brave soldiers went down,
Herkimer took a ball in the leg,
and from a dying horse pitched to the ground.
So fierce was that first surprise attack,
so many patriotic souls shot dead,
that all sides involved said the tiny stream
was stained by the blood until red.
Some tried to move wounded Herkimer,
but he was still in no mood for retreat,
he took out a pipe, leaned on a tree trunk,
and said,”I will meet the enemy...”
CONCLUDES IN PART II
The world has always felt so ineffably massive
As a child I was scared to grow up; to live
I thought about meaningless existence and absurd hypotheticals way beyond my age
From that childlike wonder I learned to cry silently
In two days, however, I will turn 16 years old
But I have always thought that I would’ve died a year ago
No one ever knew, I made sure they didn’t
But this past year I forced myself into things I can’t do in the ground
I have learned to soar far above my fleeting grave
For my “suicide 16” will be no more
I used my voice and met amazing people
I have cried tears of joy from laughing too loud
I’ve been fighting the urge to starve myself
This “suicide 16” will not take me
So long as I take that first step into freedom,
The world won’t be as scary
For now, I choose to challenge the everyday
I have proved I am capable of being human
As cowardice and determination are seen as weakness,
They aren’t weak, they are human.
Humanly real unlike my premature grave
February 10 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 26-27
Key Verse – Leviticus 26:12 And I will walk among you, and will be your God, and ye shall be my people.
HEART THAT DESIRES TO WALK WITH GOD
Our heart desires to walk with God despite our frailty
While we come near Him with our salvation-certainty
To exalt His name by our sanctified humanity
Upon His merciful forgiveness along His blood’s cleansing purity.
Our heart desires to walk with God despite our weakness
While we prioritize His presence of peacefulness
To delight in His goodness by our redeemed souls with sincere gratefulness
Upon His humbling meekness that smites our stubbornness.
Our heart desires to walk with God despite our ailment
While we seek His help in our sin-defilement
To sow in His vineyard by our stewardship-fulfillment
Upon His propelling commandment.
Our heart desires to walk with God despite our cowardice
While we rise toward His call for service
To labour in His work by diligent performance-practice
Upon His fervent encouragement in magnifying His granted office.
Our heart desires to walk with God despite our frustration
While we cleave unto His promises so faithful in their fruition
To trust His Word by faith-action
Upon His constant deliverance that is ready for our protection.
Our heart desires to walk with God despite our ignorance
While we learn from His teachings’ endurance
To understand His truth by studious exuberance
Upon His directing instructions revealing to us His divine appearance.
Our heart desires to walk with God despite our doubt
While we cast unto Him our pressures of stressful clout
To rely in His loving care of secured fortress in every attacking bout
Upon His cheerful inspiration directing us by His hand in and out.
February 10, 2026
The butcher came for the sheep
the cow did not moo, she wasn't a sheep
The butcher came for the goats
the cow did not moo, she wasn't a goat
The butcher came for the pigs
The cow did not moo, she wasn't a pig
Then the butcher came for the cow
her bull and her calves,
The rest of the farm was eerily silent
Remembering the poem of Martin Niemöller
"First they came …" a post-war 1946 poem written in prose by Lutheran pastor Martin Niemöller, who was a German (1892–1984). In it he speaks of cowardice which German intellectuals as well as some of the clergy felt in the hellish nightmare of the Jewish people. In this poem, by his own admission, a coward, looking away during Hitler's rise to power. In my own rendition of a farm, compared to his, is rather ridiculous. I just want to acknowledge his poem at this time in history. Please pray that God give our leaders insight, and clarity on what must be accomplished. Please pray for the people of Ukraine, and, please look the poem up.
languid doldrums, swaying lanyard, sails hanging loose
dreary small drums reverberate, neurons dumbing down
nerve ends fuse, sunlit shadows depict my numbing frown
feelings grind dull, thoughts stranded in the dangling sluice
sudden intermittent draught, strengthening breeze
mind and body free-falling, spontaneous pressure
sinews stretch, skin on skin, pulsating probing pleasure
senses tingle, tickling laugh, lengthening squeeze
breathe in deep, sniff olfactory aroma drift
gustatory tasting plates licked and tongued
erotic amalgam squished and belly-bunged
nostrils flare, exotic pungent odour whiffed
cavort, canoodle, drooling lips, flavours of the beast
rhythms rise where delirious frenzy can often be
harmonic screaming near the edge of cacophony
weave distorted images, dream-dancing above the feast
fleers, seekers, washed-up innocent sinning on the beach
subdividers and King Canute howling at the wind
viral loads onboard, invisible invaders grinned
collective cowardice casts the truth spinning out of reach
Could Son-God be free with no fruition of his mission?
His only ease was his heart-to-heart talk with the Father.
A realm filled with divinely moved people was his vision.
The vicissitudes of worldly ways he didn't bother?
Who's a mother? Is she the one who gives birth to someone?
Isn't she a selfless person who makes sacrifices?
Who's a brother or sister? Aren’t they with threads of love spun?
Towards upright deeds, are they, at any time, cowardice?
Mother Mary was poor, pure, patient, humble, and faithful.
She's more luminous than the luminescent galaxy.
Her nature towards each being had always been graceful.
She was full of compassion. There's, in her, no fallacy.
Be like Mary. Jesus was glad to tell this to the crowd.
Of his benevolent mother, Jesus was always proud.
Brave New World
A 'world' it is and it spins around in mad circuits of loopy loops.
Has reached an infinite array of denominations in which foolish
insane clowns have taken over the asylum once more as bedlam
pretends liberation as the counterfeit currency of nauseating progress.
'New' I have my doubts though when fiddling with reconstruction
conjures novel aspirations from Holocaust to Hiroshima from pure
race unadulterated megalomania to narcissistic greed ‘all can be
done’ but the genie emerges from Huxley’s toxic bottle unrestrained.
'Brave' should pertain to courage when golden means and common
sense of virtue defaced by ugly grimaces facades mascara of tainted
moderation succumbs to mediocrity construed by disingenuous evil.
An aberration of jesters plotting naked feasts of blinded engineering.
Temptation is an ancient theme and just because we are capable to
plot our own demise does not preclude some hesitation or valid
inhibition as courage must incorporate the rationale. Not to follow in
wolf’s clothing a script of Faustian cloning just because we can.
Manipulation of chromosomes through twisted recombining helices
as a stairway to hell gave us Dolly the sheep. Another incarnation
braying ‘Give me body parts’ to harvest stem cells modified amino
acids like little devils on steroids and protein shakes of unpredictability.
The most cunning argument for creating whole new persons brought
to the fore the notion that if we the ‘good ones’ do not follow science
to create what evolution failed to build from nature’s garden and God’s
promise then the malign others surely will and consequently all is lost.
The mind boggles in the light of self-righteousness and the delusion
that refusal and resistance are signs of cowardice and the misconception
that two or numerous wrongs result in right and law when duty could
prevail as guardian for another world of sanity and accepting our limits.
The thought police and miscreant paradigms of Dolly’s dogma will surely
try to silence my opinion that courage has another merit than the scientific
infestation that my mind and brain needs to be cloned in order to restrain
my voice of caution but when I shout ‘enough’ at least my dignity remains.
I may have been bullied
and I may have been slandered
but I ain’t no pussy
or a backdoor bandit
with desperate standards
alike feeble cowards
sieving slander
needing power
their grace honour and pride abandons
allowing lows below lowest chartered
shameless disgraces devour unburdened
humans are objects to the heartless
alike a tool with no value
moulded to be cruel
sneaky not sinew
false and feeble
snipers claiming their warrior
far from the battling hell
slyly aiming the field of rioters
cowardice of a perplexing scale
stabbing backs just too stab backs
safely camouflaged never stabbed back
simple safe stuff no planning no map
you failed I quit wanted me sacked
now thinking you live off the hook
strike back straight why would I wait
Friday night drinking you have a look
when I control your mental state
references for John Anthony weren't given hmm,
still I got the job,
lied to get the current wage you're living on,
still have a job? you do not
I'll tell your employer
and it'll be joy,
I'll be the life destroyer
you'll be my toy
I may have been bullied
and I may have been slandered
but I'm in no hurry
to reap the advantage
The tunes of my cries goes
Why the breathe, the life?
A question that has creapt its way in and taken root into my very soul
At times a wail but mostly a cry to be freed of it all
Why?
No recollection of a choice but here i breath
So fluid life goes yet i fight the reality of conciousness
A fight of seemingly boudless choices but non exists
Why?
I take consolidation in an inevitable end but when?
Not beyond a childlike wrinkly existence but hoping for less yet clinging on for more
The hypocrisy, the cowardice and double standard is a shame i carry
Why?
One day...could be now, a minute a head or more time than i hoped for, it shall all come to a conclusion
Hopefully soon but not too soon
By Aaron Onen
What's In Your Will?
Not everyone has houses or lands, gold or silver, stocks or bonds, IRA’S or CD’S, Cars or cash, insurance policies, etc. But that does not mean we have nothing to leave behind when we depart this earth. The best things in life are still free, and there can be great qualities in our lives that are well worth the leaving. So why not make a ‘None-Material Possession Will’, and describe from A to Z what you wish to leave behind. i.e.
A ATTITUDES THAT ARE GOOD WILL OPEN DOORS
B BOLDNESS IS STRONGER THAN COWARDICE
C COURTEOUSNESS IS NOT A WEAKNESS
D DECISIVENESS IS A FOOT- FORWARD ACTION
E ENERGY IS THE SPARK THAT IGNITES THE MIND
F FAITHFULNESS BUILDS CONFIDENCE
G GOODNESS HAS NO SUBSTITUTE
H HONESTY CREATES BELIEVERS IN YOU
I INTELLIGENCE IS NOT LIMITED TO NUMBERS
J JOY IS FAR SUPERIOR TO HAPPINESS
K KINDNESS IS ITS OWN REWARD
L LOVE GIVES MORE THAN IT RECEIVES
M MERRINESS NEED NOT WAIT FOR CHRISTMAS
N NICENESS IS BLIND TO THE OBJECT OF ITS AFFECTION
O OBEDIENCE CAN COMMAND WHAT IT HAS SUBMITTED TO
P PLEASANTNESS IS AN INWARD CONDITION OF THE HEART
Q QUIETNESS CREATES OPPORTUNITIES FOR HEALING
R READINESS IS THE DOOR THAT OPENS OPPORTUNITY
S STABILITY CALMS AND HOLDS EVERYTHING TOGETHER
T TIMELINESS PREFERS TO STEP IN AFTER READINESS
U UNSELFISHNESS WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU ALONE
V VIBRANCY HAS ROOTS FUELED BY MOTIVATION
W WILLINGNESS UNCLOGS THE PIPES OF STUBORNESS
X XENIA (Ze-ni-e [Greek = Hospitality] )
Y YOUTHFULNESS IS A ONCE IN A LIFE-TIME DEAL
Z ZEAL GREATLY AIDS IN THE PATH TO VICTORY
Post102921PSCtest, Alphabet Soup, William Kekaula
2ND CONTEST ENTRY 51722, ABCEDARIAN POEM,
Caren Krutsinger. 2P