Long Delegation Poems
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It has been scientifically proven:
Dolphins have bigger brains.
Dial in your radio dials, folks ... wee ooo eee eeeee
Tune in. Sitting down is advisable.
We are being contacted by ALIENS ...
“Attention Earthlings!
All humanoids of all walks of life
And ocular orbital colors.
Come, the Galactic Order of Divinity
Is calling you to join.
The clock is ticking! Tik Tok
So, pleeease
Do reverse engineering.
We would not want our emissaries
Lives to go in vain.
Crash landing! Rediculous, my friends,
An unscrupulous cosmic intervention
With a cosmic twisted invitation to join the galactic race.
For the Atomic bomb, more twisted by the way,
Has caught our most worrisome ocular orbitals.
I mean, wow, what power. Very scary.
WE overlook due to most ingenious TV transmissions.
Redeeming and quite entertaining!
Aliens are such suckers for a good laugh or cry.
Calling anyone who has ears to hear.
There’s a lot of real estate out there in Outerspace.
A plethora of aliens have joined already and other lifeforms too.
As a matter of fact, a delegation of dolphins
Have already been dispatched to the Mother ship.
They were quick to hitch a ride and eager to join.
Plus, they love to perform.
What can I say, WE aliens love entertainers.”
Sometimes they would group together in one spot and caw. Other times they would spread themselves in other locations, but at all times, they were persistent in claiming a spot to caw.
The weather was no deterrent.
The change of day and season was of little importance.
The Blue Spirit would come from time to time and chase them away, but they always return.
They are a dangerous and menacing lot. Furiousness is their nature.
They hawk a destructive but lucrative dads of penny balloons, bones, and boulders.
The conscious of the delegation is nonexistent.
I grow weary from the sight of them.
Delegation by Design
Delegation by design, God calls the faithful to serve,
In His house with purpose, with passion and nerve.
To serve the Master is a calling so high,
With honor and joy, with hearts lifted high.
We’re not all called to every task or place,
But each is appointed by God’s perfect grace.
Deacons and deaconesses, chosen to stand,
In service and love, by His sovereign hand.
A life that is holy, no twisting, no game,
Just living for Jesus and lifting His name.
With wisdom and kindness, integrity too,
Reflecting Christ’s image in all that you do.
A role by His choosing, a sacred design,
According to Scripture, it is a divine calling.
To live to a standard both steady and true,
At home and in service—His light shining through.
A deacon, devoted, in covenant stands,
With purity guiding his heart and his plans.
The deaconess also walks each day humbly,
In Christlike reflection along the same way.
Though some may resist or not understand,
Stay faithful and steady, upheld by His hand.
For you are appointed, entrusted, aligned,
Set apart for His glory—delegated by design.
Together in unity, growing as one,
Serving with purpose till the work is done.
For Jesus, our Savior, the perfect example,
Left heaven to serve in humility’s temple.
So walk in compassion, be humble and kind,
In this sacred calling so carefully designed.
Give glory to God in all that you do,
Let Christ be the model reflected in you.
For those who serve well, a promise is given,
A crown of life waiting, a reward straight from heaven.
So be faithful to the end, let your light brightly shine—
A servant of Christ, by delegation divine.
An Inqiury into Today's Poetry
Poems get shorter.
Emails near non existent.
Texts really shrink!
We live in a world of 'xoxo'
Or -)) an amazing, endless list.
Our time, we tell others, is short.
People have to guess what we think?
Time so valuable, our full
baptismal, wonderful names as initials?
Do you fully get that?
The question is existential.
To me, your name is reverential.
"PR" is so very cold, compared to
Panagiota which has spiritual meaning
Why, even our dogs and cats we call by
full name!
We poets claim a connection to the stars,
yes?
Who has ever called Orion, "O" of the moon,
"M'"
Or is that next? I see it coming!
Where did this beast come from?
Who destroyed the English language?
I do not know, it leaves me distressed.
The many languages from whence
our rich English vocabulary comes,
In the trash can of convenience rests!
Now a tragic happenstance.
We've shifted into a brave new world
of Far Eastern poetry.
I am grateful to all poets anywhere,
who have not lost faith in English!
As it developed and are masters with a pen
and it's delegation and know very
eloquently how to use it.
Thanks to you, who unknowingly are keeping
the full beauty of English alive for the coming
generations.
And not selling your heart to fast, one line
poetry.
And I understand some will disagree with me.
I much prefer a fully literate humanity.
5/27/2019
5:45pm PST
I can tell which of my poems are not even worth the
name...."poem". I leave them there as a reminder to
not do that again. Thank you!
Apologies, Panagiota
At the sound of the bell, you rushed on the floor and as the morning breaks you push through the door; the screens are filled with numbers the phones are lighting up and you just don’t know who to trust.
The news anchor arrives on the scene with a report that is not so clean, he leaked the secrecy on air and turned the market in frenzy far and near; electronics are selling but guns are sinking into the ground, there is no appetite for Swiss cheese but Americans cars are still speeding in the breeze.
The penguins are walking hand in hand, some gather in small groups conversing with each other and embracing one another. I can see an anxious man standing in the corner grinding his teeth and shaking his legs, and numbers keeps going up and down on the board and he looked at it with intense precision
The woman on the side kept her smile real wide, her numbers keep climbing her support kept growing and whole town is embracing her. I felt a warm feeling inside as my stock, bonds and shares has landed wealth in my hand and trading was just right for a lengthy sacrifice.
The theory of the East is simple, you must buy and sell in and out of season, keep your price at a normal rate and when it’s time to go, get up and walk through the gate; don’t hang around when the market is closed
Don’t talk with your competitors before the victory is won; the Arabs and the Asians are one of a kind and the Jews and the gentiles knows what is divine
I gather my team and build an entourage for the summit. Horses and mules trotting along as the delegation heads to the east singing a merry song. That’s where the oil is flowing and the goat meat is stewing and hens are laying eggs.
Jewelry is expensive and diamonds are raising havoc in the skies, emerald, rubies, Sapphire and Jasper shall be with you for the rest of your life
The African merchants are raising the heat but the Chinese are holding on to the beat, the prices are high and but value is what counts. I have more that what money can buy.
He was a free-spirited chap from the day of his birth.
Even his long-suffering folks doubted he'd be of much worth!
His name was Billy Bob, his mischief became town lore;
With those in authority he had a very dismal rapport!
Each Saturday night he'd go on a stupendous binge,
Embarassing the gentle folk of town causing them to cringe!
At the Baptist Church picnic he slipped gin in the punch.
The sheriff and his boys were called to quell the rowdy bunch!
He roared down Main Street in his ramshackle truck.
People cheered him on, cops pursued, 'til he ran out of luck!
He wasn't a mean-spirited lad, simply the town ne'er-do-well.
In the hoosegow, the jailer reserved his own special cell!
A delegation was formed and they lectured him stern.
He was advised to leave town and never return!
To ensure that he, their fair village would ne'er more malign,
On all roads leading to town was posted this sign:
"This is the birthplace of Billy Bob of dubious renown.
Years ago the scoundrel was run out of town.
Dare he return we'll toss him in jail,
Without the benefit of judge, jury or bail!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
If any one comes to me without hating his father and mother
Wife and children
Brothers and sisters
Even his own life, he cannot be my disciple
Whoever does not carry his own cross
and
come after me cannot be my disciple
Which of you wishing to construct a tower does not first sit down
and
calculate the cost to see if there is enough for its completion
Otherwise
After laying the foundation
and
Finding himself unable to finish the work the onlookers should laugh at him and say
This one began to build but did
Not have the resources to finish
What king marching into battle would not first sit down
Decide whether with ten thousand troops
he can successfully oppose another king advancing upon him with twenty thousand troops
But if not
While he is still far away
He will send a delegation to ask for peace terms
In the same way
Everyone of you who does not renounce all his possessions cannot be my disciple [LK 14:26-33]
Sometimes ya get the unction
To systematically function
In the footsteps where giants have been
Delegation, infiltration
Ruling a sovereign nation
Where time runs the gambit, again, and again
Deliberation, legislation, intonation
Singing the melody of the Shun
We will not bow, nor give allegiance
To the entity that causes us grievance
Stiff-necked, proud ridden thugs
Treading the roman way
Banners high, waving to the sky
We will squash your rule over us like a ladybug
Land, territory, nations, world
Not a clue that He has a girl
Rising from the south
With TRUTH in her mouth
.....silencing the SHUN
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11/16/2021
Dusk lingers over the broken hill
Night creeps slowly beneath gloomy skies
Tired souls scramble to their weary beds
While I kneel down on the old dusty carpet and pray.
My spirit groans but I could not utter a single word
Overshadowed by an unusual burden
I forced out a few words and hum a spiritual tune.
The night spread quickly over my bed
And I drifted in a deep slumber instead.
I found myself waiting in a room,
I was waiting for someone but I didn’t know who
A bare shelf attached to a plain wall
With a phone box sitting on top caught my attention.
Someone suddenly came out of nowhere into the unlit room
With a delegation and greeted me heartily.
He shook my hand and gave me the box.
We sat around a table positioned in the center of the room
His chair powerfully arranged to right side
He sat close to the door and I sat next to him
enchanted by his charismatic power
I waited for that ecstatic hour.
His delegation sat around the table at
the darker end of the room clapping
and cheering as he started to speak.
With a big grin and a wide smile
He spoke with confidence, boldness and authority
Suddenly the door cracked opened and a radiant glow of light
straight from the sky radiates upon him
The beaming light rest upon him and covers him as he spoke.
God bless the President
These words woke me up
in the wee hours of the morning.
Property
Should an inmate of operations in correction be elected post haste to representative of delegation proceed as resignation is declared prior, and during trials of law
Military justice is also the same.
What say you on your auction
Assemblyman Irwin?
You will say post haste
As now you are a draft
Not being able bodied and male of remarkable age and criteria the auction
Continues
To degrade not grade an otherwise statement
of use to liberty for we have found a new war we have not the ability to create against
As we remain shackle we will not allow further questions.
We have been defeated
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