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February 20 Scripture Meditations Based on Judges 9-12
Key Verse – Judges 9:8 The trees went forth on a time to anoint a king over them; and they said unto the olive tree, Reign thou over us.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR REIGNING OVER ME
Thank You for reigning over me thru Your compassion
Always loving me with Your sovereign permission
Indeed caring for my being’s supervision
So that I can honour You along Your granted permission.
Thank You for reigning over me thru Your instruction
Always teaching me with Your righteous position
Indeed training my heart’s reaction
So that I can please You along Your promised faith-function.
Thank You for reigning over me thru Your provision
Always sustaining me with Your bountiful satisfaction
Indeed supplying my needs’ portion
So that I can delight in You along Your enriching fruition.
Thank You for reigning over me thru Your protection
Always guarding me with Your ready justification
Indeed defending my soul’s submission
So that I can fellowship with You along Your enlightening vision.
Thank You for reigning over me thru Your sanctification
Always forgiving me with Your merciful disposition
Indeed pardoning my confessed transgression
So that I can worship You along Your holy purification.
Thank You for reigning over me thru Your fortification
Always strengthening me with might transformation
Indeed polishing my faith’s production
So that I can live for You along Your powerful perfection.
February 20, 2022
Three hours suppressed before breaching the tight-lipped
container left neatly wrapped in homogenous foam
and smoky demeanor. Its lid caved in, having been tapped.
Through misspoken holes sprung arcadian visions,
lacking Peloponnese disposition, still semi-smoldering
with the tinder touch of Hephaestus extracted from
less subtle artistry attributed Zeus, high up on his steed,
bare-chested. Arms crossed.
How he used to look down on we mortals, wee, buttressed
by oxygen, in two-
parts hydrogen, one-part dioxide.
But this was real, not some Florescent church.
Outside the perimeter lay black stacks of texts I had gradually
gathered through time’s non-existence, way back when time
weighed as factual matter. Of course they still mattered.
Yet, I chose them to lay there, bathed in the soot of three daughters
I failed to veil. What do you say, Rita Dove? to wear
my white-skinned daughters spun lesser as still lovelier silk?
Is there anything clumsier to misappropriate than weather-vane hate,
with its gallant gait, with its augmented pigmentation,
when there’s no room in storage?
A grey-haired protestant behind me prayed;
“Oh, Thank God!
Oh! Thank God”
He praised through my bedroom window’s socket, shocked to shatter
by fire, fresh come splattered beard. I had not known him prior, this man I would learn was a fair-weather friar. So; I blew him a kiss.
But in my eyes,
he saw an unwell wish, so;
It needs to be done with this.
April 22 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 4-5
Key Verse – 2Kings 4:33 He went in therefore, and shut the door upon them twain, and prayed unto the LORD.
HEART THAT PRAYS UNTO THE LORD
Our heart prays unto the Lord Who reproves our bad motives
As well as our doubtfulness due to humanistic perspectives---
He disciplines us from craving for worldly incentives
By His principles’ directives.
Our heart prays unto the Lord Who rebukes our hypocritical secrecy
As well as our discontentment when we feel insufficiency---
He straightens us up for our supplication-fervency
By His mercy’s persistency.
Our heart prays unto the Lord Who restrains our earthly desires
As well as our carnal yearnings for temporal wealth that soon expires---
He guards us so as not to plunge into lustfulness’ mires
By His revival fires.
Our heart prays unto the Lord Who smites our offensive indolence
As well as our disobedient silence---
He awakens us from fruitlessness’ opulence
By His working’s prevalence.
Our heart prays unto the Lord Who negates our opposing disposition
As well as our wrong direction---
He leads us toward Scriptural action
By His sanctification’s transformation.
Our heart prays unto the Lord Who subdues our shameful haughtiness
As well as our arrogant selfishness---
He builds us up for faith-strengthened service-effectiveness
By His perfection’s holiness.
Our heart prays unto the Lord Who corrects our wrong choice
As well as our proud poise---
He upholds us so we can submit to Him against deception’s noise
By His truth’s conviction as in Him we always rejoice.
April 22, 2026
We await the daily mail delivery with eager anticipation.
Alas, today came another batch of worthless information!
Of course there were the usual bills that arrive without fail,
But where's the check that guy promised would be in the mail?
We've received more return mailing labels than we'll ever use.
How our names got on their mailing lists, I have no clues.
To top it all, a summons for jury duty was today received.
Now that really ruined my day and left me sorely aggrieved!
A startling piece of mail from a realtor wanting to sell the house.
Thinking I had something to do with that really upset my spouse!
A blatant ad from a vinyl siding contractor wanting to make a sell.
Interesting we should receive that since in a brick house we dwell!
Another envelope had alarming news from the local funeral home.
Do they know something we don't know about a trip to the Celestial Dome?
Our life insurance company sent their usual annual birthday greeting,
Breathing a sigh of relief that our hearts are both still beating!
Lord have mercy and deliver us from this onerous perdition!
Curtailing this stuff would certainly improve our disposition.
On the computer I can simply stop such stuff by clicking 'delete'.
Oh, for such a simple system to make junk mail less replete!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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I will chase you till death
and never let up.
A love that is destined to grow
everlasting!
A promise I intend to keep,
to never see you weep
because of me!
To be each others strength
and never tear each other down.
I will support you through tribulation,
not only when times are good!
Through frustration I am dedicated
Forever yours!
We will fight,
and times not see eye to eye!
I may leave to cool down
but come back to embrace
and kiss you good night!
I have been through many,
none have touched me like you.
I have tried and failed,
left alone feeling blue!
I can see it when you look at me,
feel it in your touch.
I see in your disposition
that you love me so much.
You are my polar opposite
but our chemistry is sound.
I now know I have found my soul-mate
this love knows no bounds!
Jared Pickett
9/3/2014
Asavvy1
AV stands for AmericanVanilla by the way. That is her pet name for me!!
The beloved Queen of Hearts was a merry queen, who'd ever loved to bake;
Like confetti midnight stars, sparkling; or the yellow, noon sun, wide awake.
She baked myriad varieties of cookies, and delicious pies of different kinds;
And also scrumptious cakes, so divine. Like pure gold, tinted rainbows find.
The king had a cheerful disposition, too, but betimes could be quite stern;
Like the scarlet blossoms, which fail to thrive, before floriculture is learned.
Faithful friends became part of the many faceted court, like tinted bubbles,
Fancy dressed, and as vital to royal felicity, as a jade rose, with no troubles.
Forthright family were familiar at court, in the fleet, peregrine falcon days,
Fast-forwarding to fabled, fruity tomorrows, and to fitful, spiced, solar rays.
They lived in the house of green ivied walls, in the royal, emerald summer;
When golden sun visited almost every room, eager to touch a world of color.
Silver maples touched sapphire skies, on their street of red, sweet Williams,
Edged by creamy sand, where the surf came, onto teal, foaming, pavilions.
Nighthawks and wild wood anemones, were neighbors, bestowed by nature;
In nameless, never-ending, silvery hours. Red butterflies, loved floral flavors.
Heart tomatoes adored the orange sun, when wood ear mushrooms listened;
And Canterbury Bells plants were ringing, by roses whereon dews glistened.
Toad lilies stared in bug-eyed fascination, at the searing season of surprises;
And Billy Button blooms were getting dressed, as skies split in colored slices.
'The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, all on a summer's day;' a Friday.
But alas, 'The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts, And took them clean away.'
When purple even arrived, 'The King of Hearts called for the tarts,' in a roar.
The lad relished sweets, but the king was mad, 'And beat the Knave full sore;'
'The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more.'
The kindly queen quietly quipped, 'After all, the boy has never stolen before!'
The King of Hearts was returned to good humor, and that lad kept his word;
And was back in favor, like pink spring tulips, or a song of blue mockingbird.
A POETIC WALK WITH MARIANNE MOORE
Come read and let my voice
take you along a
syntactical line
Better yet
if well met
listen, make
this a unique
‘as is moment’
‘twixt you & I
Line indentation
underlines the parallels
of my verse
The shape
my syllabic disposition,
the stanza
my unit of sense
in ‘sentence sounds’
surrounds
A phrasis of the poetic makeup of Marianne Moore.
Lisaten to me recite my poetry on Youtube under pen name of ichthyschiro
Have you been in touch with the peddler turtle? He said.
Green one who sings to himself and dances? Asked Jed.
Hoot owl nodded “That’s the guy, he is really something.”
His items are unique, some of them sing and ring a ling.
He has a dancing clock that will fall off the shelf on the hour.
Bouquets of bright flowers that would dazzle a queenly bower.
Kitchen tools that would spin you around and say, “how do you do.”
You really need to take a peek at his stuff, one-of-a-kind too.
I followed the peddler turtle from town to town.
never saw a fit, a stomp, a stamp or a frown.
He had the best disposition, this peddler turtle.
Smiling as wide as my light-brained cousin Myrtle.
His wares were wonderful, whacky and wildly whimsical too.
He could dance a ballet, a tango, and a turtle soft shoe.
We liked everything about peddler turtle, he was ever so keen.
We all agreed at his funeral, no one ever saw him turn mean.
She’s a crone, I think, judging her dour disposition and prissy ways.
Discover by accident she is twelve years my junior!
Her face is pasty withered; worn, super freckled
Her neck not unlike the wrinkles of an elephant’s legs
How old is she? I query again, for I disbelieve
Anyone could look this hideous at this particular age.
I looked fantastic at that age; I can tell you.
Super fantastic, maybe even quad-super-fantastic.
I cannot take my eyes off her neck; does she not have a scarf?
If my neck looked half that bad, I would wear a thick black dog collar.
Her laugh is irritatingly baby-like, a silly chime-like birdsong laugh.
Surly she could have learned a better laugh by this age.
What’s going on? My husband asks, watching me watch her.
She is only fifty-five I tell him. So?
He does not get it, being a man.
So look at her. He wisely wanders away.
That night I walked by the mirror still scoffing.
The mirror called me back.
I looked at my neck and reached for a dog collar.
That was not enough, so I put on my executioner’s hood also.
Things happen today that didn't vex me when I was young.
Seems as I advance in years I can hardly rein my tongue!
Lord, I can't imagine that it's patience that I lack,
But I want things done yesterday, and that's a truthful fac'!
The plumber promised she'd be here Tuesday of last week.
She ain't showed up yet to fix that confounded leak!
The kid who vowed he'd mow the lawn has failed to appear.
He's probably playing computer games and guzzling beer!
The phone is on the fritz and I called about that today.
They'll come tomorrow, or at least that's what they say.
My bewildering computer has developed a baffling quirk,
And I need it to write a poem! I'm about to go berserk!
Alas, the electricity failed just as the super-bowl game starts.
Utilities says it can't be fixed 'til morning due to lack of parts.
My luggage was lost - a great way to start an ocean cruise!
What am I to do, sans my tux and an extra pair of shoes!
Maybe the pace o' living is finally catching up with me.
Lord, why can't other fellers get in step with me is my plea!
I need Your help for deliverance from this grim perdition.
'Twould simplify my life and certainly improve my disposition!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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