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Give praise to God!
Call upon Him.
The joy is this - that you can call upon Him.
While it is day, before the darkening of days,
sing to Him. Laud his deeds!
Indeed, his deeds are worthy of praise.
He allows this - our praise.
Give praise to God!
Have you considered the wonder
of His works? Consider them now.
Give praise to God!
Glory Hallelujah His name!
His name, Jesus, is above all names.
His fame spreads and He’s victorious.
Seek Him while it is still day.
Seek God and His strength.
His face shines glory forever.
Who forgives all your sins,
heals all your diseases,
redeems your life, is good,
kind, tender with mercy,
satisfies, is pleasant,
renews your youth?
Vengeance is His. God will make things right.
Our time on earth is short. Long is eternity.
Choose wisely. The benefits of God are rich.
The devil pays no dividends - his desserts
are like dust and gravel, whipped cream topped.
It’s not gummy worms that fill your bowl.
It is not brave to eat this stuff.
Choose wisely. Can you see the day
when you stroll, place to place. Each one
brings more pleasure than the last.
O the friends, the company will last,
the joy, the laughter, streets of pure gold,
your loneliness cured, your boredom relieved,
O child of the King! Sing of His wonder,
sing of His benefits, sing with all the saints!
6/7/2022
A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon and olive oil mixed smooth
Served with watercress
Cured salmon
Cured herring
Procuttio
Toasted garlic bread
Scrabbled eggs
Ribeyed steak steak loaf
With fried onions, mushrooms
Provolone, cream cheese
Peppers, bacon wrapped in
Pastry and served with cheese
Sauce
For dessert a
Glorious raspberry and strawberry
Pastry tarte with pastry cream
And Carmel pecans
Coffee, sprite and vodka infection
Yottia, Yottia, bleep bomb ooh!
Got me sangin!
The Jab
I am somewhat disenchanted by what I’ve seen and read
Antivaxxers believe the lie that soon the vaccinated will be dead
That our leaders are out to get us, dictating what we need
and will decrease the population by deciding how we breed
I’ve heard more twisted theories in my time upon this rock
made so much worse with rumors on you tube and tic tok
I pray that common sense will soon take hold of every friend
Covid 19 is NOT just another virus. Don’t let it be your end
Remember mumps, measles, tetanus and whooping cough
They were cured by science, not a de wormer in a trough
Think of polio, rubella, diphtheria, hepatitis B and A
Thanks to vaccinations, these diseases were kept at bay
This world is full of deadly germs, we make perfect hosts
Please listen to the doctors instead of any ill-informed posts
Life is short, so show respect for the time you’ve got
Think of others, not just yourself. Now go and get your shot!
I’ve been in line 2 hours now,
Some scanners somehow broken,
Annoyance and anxiety
Apparent but unspoken.
We inch along, a patient group,
With no way we can tell
Who’s on the side we each support
And that is just as well.
At last we are inside and now
Our ballots are in hand,
But there is an announcement
Hard to really understand.
It seems the working scanners have
Decided, too, to quit.
And do the voters like this?
They do not, one little bit!
So what to do? Each scanner has
A box within its base
Into which you slide your ballot,
Meant for using “just in case.”
The votes will be “hand-counted,”
We are shockingly assured,
Incompetence a syndrome
That, it seems, cannot be cured.
In 3 hours’ time, I cast my vote
But left there in dismay
That such a thing should happen
With technology today.
I am scrolling down hill,
folding the pills,
elongating the tree's
and simplifying the breeze,
I am a song to be played-
earlier than you might say
in the day,
when hearing is a complaint
and danger is delayed,
but you are a spade,
to be wondered and craved,
you are your own way,
with the sing of the slave-
underground-
above the haze,
glazed with the betrayed,
honed in on like waves,
so stubborn your gay-
holding on to the page!
Don't you walk that way!
Troubled little weaver-
always weavin' in and out of the days,
with your face,
and two others that may show you the way.
So...Whenever there is game,
whenever you are just being insane,
two others can ring your ping-
scratch at your lawn,
ease your bickering fawn,
who is ages old-
cranky and yet cold,
shines like the rivers of silver soles,
wasted and bold.
...Blanketing and broad like the system of the slots,
put in a coin so you can jog-
with your eye's,
and with your pogs,
fall to the floor,
while dude ranchers await cry's out the doors,
become single and slower,
dangerous like snow blowers,
manned by cats
with fake joints hangin' in their lips crowin,'
as they are growin,' croppin,'
and sowing,
the stage is set to start goin,'
but you stay all knowin'-
with the people out there- asses a blowin'!
Like the sound of the tick was that on it-
like the leaper out of time was so subordinate,
you know you could have grabbed mine,
you know about other ways to shine,
but still you sit and grind-
sleep and unwind,
base your catches on other famous people's finds...
I don't confide,
I really don't try,
I just hear god and ask about the water in the sky,
why doesn't it come down on African pride?
When they need it most?
When we know 911 proved evil the most...
But sit here and boast
and you'll hear gods jokes-
he's got what a man needs,
he's got you underneath a sheet,
so don't breathe!
Just start running,
got the mustard?
Pray for a plead,
because random people leave
while friends try and greet,
an acre of land with animals and plants couldn't please,
even if they spoke the language, and cured the disease,
sorry if I sound meek-
but pride comes when I'm done writing these...
they recreated the virus to find what would naturally destroy it
research had shown that re-evaluating what existed to find
what might exist could
allow us a greater understanding of the virus.
from mutating and regenerating
to overpower any cure or remedy we might find or create.
it must be sustainable
it must rejuvenate
it must destroy what is currently infectious
and it must allow the body
to rebuild it's own immunity against those parts of
the virus which might remain
in the body.
when the host rejects the present company
it will demand to be strengthened
all systems that have been contacted by such alien presence
must have the opportunity to restore it's self.
these nutrients are to strengthen and not undermine what the body is trying to achieve
if the body is in restoration and protecting itself from the complications of being
exposed to the infections of the virus.
nav slirtatious swine-oh fibbia
bovinia symptoms
extractions of stemious cellulous,
extractious stemious symptous.
wild anminalious, game and tamed beast.
cure us oh lord, cure us.
the spread of futail seize.
COR NAV VIRUS
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headaches and trouble breathing, runny nose, cough or sore throat
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does adstemious find extraction, to spread from man to man
what breaths are from infections
that come from Wuhan.
cured ye swine, cure ye beef, NAV
cook through and through
wash your hands and wear masks
to keep the virus from you!
It will not buy you time,
Cannot save you,
It does not distinguish,
Will befriend criminals,
Benefactors too.
It is not the solution
It is the problem.
It will not buy you love
But is the most sought after,
It changes personalities.
People will kill to acquire it.
It’s a plastic status symbol.
Can destroy relationships.
Profess to be the answer.
Governments are under its rule.
You cannot be cured without it.
It’s embedded in society.
Businesses are its slave.
It takes on different forms.
Children crave it.
People sell their soul for it!!
IT IS THE DEVIL'S PLAGUE
For it is money!
I never knew what to make of it -
It slid and slithered
In and out
Of my life.
Those moments
When I felt my soul connect
With another
And melt down the neglect.
Those words
That truly brought
Those smiles to my eyes
And caused my stomach knot.
Just a look
Cured the pain
And bore me down
Never ever in vain.
But why do I feel
Loss and sorrow—
More than my mind
Can ever borrow…
But why is it that
I am scared to care—
For you and for me
Not I dare…
But why do I think
Of all the wounds—
This is the one
I will ever be bound…
Why Anam Cara?
Why?
Despite all your versions,
You have always been
My curse and prison…
You did show though —
Even being a beast
Life is but a beauty!
It's Wednesday, and Our Mandy has finished a shift.
Swaps blue scrubs for the doubled down indigo denim
Of the Wild West Midlands.
To the fringes of town to go - line dancing.
Our Mandy wears her heart on her sleeve in diamante.
Nursing courses her veins, it's how she operates -
Dedicates, medicates an infinity pool of calm
To the impatient patients.
Toes the line on the ward.
Though the job may be flawed, she is cured
By a dose of line dancing.
Our Mandy waits for her bus in the drizzle.
The dazzle and dizzle of dancing awaits.
Lit community hall, post-menopausal give it their all -
Forget yoga or zumba or dreams of the rumba,
Line dancing.
Our Mandy nods a greeting to Cardio Sue
And whispers, “Where's you know who?”
‘Fancy-boots-Frank’ believes he’s, ‘Top Rank’.
Frank's a step-up from the rest, so he thinks.
Twitches and winks, rhinestones and Stetson,
Good God! He can sweat some!
With his great big ideas and his little behind,
Frank is quite candid, one thing on his mind,
Cupid shuffle and, Our Mandy
He thinks himself funny, “Oi Mandy!
Step along with me - I'll be your Barry Manilow to your high!
Mandy, you’re ecstasy! “
Now small people can carry big grudges,
But needless to say she sends him away.
Our Mandy, she came and she gave without taking
His achey-breaky heart at line dancing.
And when Our Mandy leaves, adrenaline high,
She texts Sue from the bus home,
After - 'cause they know, as nurses, best medicine’s laughter.
Some days the weight isn't heavy or loud,
just a fog that settles behind the eyes,
a persistent, low-hanging winter cloud
that blurs the shape of the morning skies.
We ask ourselves why we are tired or slow,
as if healing moves in a straight, clear line,
forgetting the seed buried under the snow
is working in secret before its design.
It takes courage to rest when the world demands speed,
to sit with the storm till the thunder subsides,
to listen with patience to what the heart needs,
instead of the pressure that daily decides.
You do not need to be cured by tonight,
nor prove that you’re whole to be worthy of space;
just stay in the room, let yourself see the light,
and meet your own spirit with unconditional grace.