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Hi America.
When you were born, mankind was not used to the freedom you were aspiring. I think the Romans tested the waters, and the Greeks may have gotten a taste of it. But you, America, sink or swim, jumped right in hand
and feet, with a Holy Trust in our God.
I suspect that when you said, "More perfect", you only knew that your present status had no choice but to change; and you were prepared to go the distance to make it happen. Perhaps when you first departed the old country, you felt as if being released from a cave, and the crossing of The Atlantic, which nearly became your grave, really made you brave.
So, you never looked back as you began to hope and dream, dispelling all your nightmares. In fact, the freedom expounded by you was so radical that the promoters did not abide it. Like when The Mayflower Compact was formed, no women, but only men, were allowed to vote it into existence. Unfortunately, it would take another 300 years for that to happen.
Furthermore, I think not that you were to blame, because there was no model or example for you to follow. Notwithstanding, in reality, there was nothing complicated about it, because the hunger and thirst for freedom of the sort you sought was created inside of every mortal's soul, and that need could not forever be denied or remain unfulfilled. In a sense, I think that 'the die was already cast', and it was just a matter of time; God's time. Over time, and in spite of the many things that had to be overcome, you are still the envy of the world, and so many of our world's underprivileged and down-trodden are still beating a path to your doors.
Anyway, America, you have a birthday coming up in a couple of weeks,
and for your 245th, I just wanted to be among the first in the year 2021 to say, Happy Birthday.
061621PSCtest, All Yours(Jun 17), Brian Straand)
Psalm 116:15 of the Scriptures declares, “Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.”
That truth speaks well of the heavenly promotion of a man of God. As one who has been blessed by his life, I want this poem to testify of my gratefulness to the Lord for using this Pastor to fulfill His assigned task in reaching out to others for them to come to know the Saviour Jesus Christ.
Praise God for Pastor Eddie Porto and his life, blessed truly
Always assertive, he testified of the Creator’s greatness constantly.
Saved and sanctified is he thru His trust in the Lord
Trusting Him as his Saviour according to His Word.
Obedient to the Master, he followed His sovereign leadership
Resting in Him, he found rejuvenation-revival in His sweet fellowship.
Exemplifying stewardship-faithfulness
Diligently, he trained young preachers with steadfastness.
Doing God’s will by the Holy Spirit’s fortification
Influencing others through consistent Scripture-impartation
Earnestly, he expounded Bible doctrines with the Lord’s empowerment
Preaching zealously the Messiah’s grace-enrichment.
Offering to the Lord his utmost and best
Ready now is he to receive his reward of full harvest.
To God be the glory for Pastor Eddie Porto’s victory
Only wrought by the Lord along His Gospel story.
May we, his children, grand-children and great grand children in the faith, be inspired by this Pastor as we salute him for his Christ-centered and faith-anchored legacy, and be reminded of one of his favorite verses: “For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain” (Philippians 1:21).
August 23, 2018
Acrostic/Couplet
1st place, "To Honor My Hero" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 8/18/2022.
Summertime is Coming
By Franklin Price
5/28/2015
Summertime is coming
To the northern hemisphere
The Sun half north in movement
As in every other year
The days are getting longer
Alaska's hardly ever dark
Don't even need a flashlight
Walking midnight in the park
School is out well almost
Except for make up days
Brought on by snows of Winter
To skip them never pays
The balmy days of Springtime
Turn to Summer days of heat
You can keep a little cooler
By wearing flip flops on your feet
The beach is calling out your name
Come and make the scene
Protect yourself when going there
Apply a very good sun screen
Hydrate yourself by drinking
H2O not alcohol
Alcohol's not for hydration
Makes you stagger sometimes fall
Although we'll try stop them
Try to nip them in the bud
Mosquitoes will return again
Little pests to suck your blood
Leave no water standing
It's a place where they will thrive
To make more little babies
Who will eat you up alive
I've expounded here a little
Of the good and bad of Summer
Heed the words that I have writ here
So those days are not a bummer
Primordial begs a question. Precursor answers,
prior request. Clarity necessitates perspective
anchored. Pre-Genesis /\ Chapter 1: Verse 1 of
it being OUR EARTH-- / \ Verse 3 is the FIRST
LIGHT as our Daystar/ \as ALL LIGHTS trails
allies like------------ ------------Flora and
Fungi, plus \ /Fauna. Then
all four seasons.\ / Winter, Summer,
Spring, and Fall./ \To four elements
known matter, / / \ \ Earth, and air
water, and / / \ \ fire. Lastly,
humanity. / / \ \Man is Adam
And the / / \ \ Woman is
Eve. Says/ / \ \ clarity
cites / / perspective \ \ in a
lengthy / / expounded detailed \ \ point
of view./ / ALL LIGHTS, closing this \ \SHAPE
POEM \/FORM. Second LIGHTS that \/ came
post ALL LIGHTS—describes the Daystar that’ll
highlight in several varying details elaborately
formatted. Being that its duly noted as wisdom
dictate, values bring a wealth of common home
knowledge that everyone soon knows the truth.
of THE BOOK of GENESIS. Mom confessed to me
into its TRUE LIGHT as THE WORD OF GOD BE A
LIGHT AT OUR FEET--A BEACON UPON THE HILL.
Earth was made for humanity, we’re ALL LIGHTS
created as a sharing amongst ALL other LIGHTS
as it was written—now elaborated. Daystar are
LIGHTS that precedes ALL LIGHTS, plurally. The
WHYS & WHEREFORES like GENESIS, was written
and elaborated as well. GOD IS THAT LIGHT and
POINTS NOT TO GOD, AND DAYSTARS LIGHTS, US,
AND ALL LIGHTS. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THAT LIGHT IS
ON RESERVE AS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ALL SAINTS--
KNOW “HOLY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TRINITY”:
GOD THE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FATHER,
GOD ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE
SON, AND GOD VWVWVWVWVW THE HOLY SPIRIT.
PONTIFICATE: "Take to the floor and raise the roof -- Matthew 5:16"
Why? GENESIS Wherefore! REVELATIONS
"The Holy Trinity, THAT LIGHT, on a universal eternal role as THE CREATOR, cometh EARTH'S dawning as predecessors were processing, and an unsuspicious dark universe were ripe for there dawning by THAT LIGHT."
IN THE NAME OF GOD THE FATHER, GOD THE SON, AND GOD THE HOLY SPIRIT, AMEN.
Some of the most unbearable changes in my life,
The ones I went into wearing a warrior’s shield and armor,
The changes I resisted so hard I ended up clawing and scratching
Kicking and screaming, shrieking, wailing, and keening
Were God’s way to get me to a much better place in my life.
Sometimes He has to hit us over the head with something
To force us to make a change that we have actually internally
Been crying and trying and yearning to make,
Secretly of course….
Sometimes our soul knew,
But we truly did not.
I have pooh-poohed the voices of reason.
I have disputed things needed to happen.
I have begged God to keep things the same,
When in fact, in the end, looking back,
His way was so much better than my way
That I laugh at the energy I expounded trying to keep what was not worth saving.
A marriage of one is not a marriage.
You deserve much better.
You deserve respect and love and hope.
You deserve fun and light and playtime.
If you spend the rest of your life developing your interests,
enjoying your talents and your hobbies, it will be better than what you have now.
This is a giant opportunity for you to BE YOU.
Savor it.
Democrats like Damocles Sword's imminent jeopardized positions of power hail her rise,
Decades of teamsters support, NO, Harris-Demos few endorsed her in the public's eyes,
Democrats today are like the Dixiecrats of Dewey's days are playing old-school, sex-race cards,
Repubs set in their ways, and Demos are bendable like what's his face got her on second base, charades.
He needed to win, expendable, same cards played, sex-(win over for the women voters) it is a given for the race.
D for Demos who are Distancing from Drunkards--her hidden card takes centerstage--loses face.
First line expounded of my original Pie-in-the-sky, and
the rest was a shot in the dark, played with dance cards.
*She can seek help if she don't slur her words on camera that she is,
being tailed., f0x learned from Di' lawsuit--pass the buck.
Repubs are no angels in this with Trumy-Dumpy on a ticket and not a wall, the third possible gallops in time with withdrawals TBA.
Southgate and Sterling discourse on the disturbing. Alarming' The focus of classes through
Which much chattering passes, in meme graph and drama a gasp'orama of division's incision draconian Intrusion, reality never meeting; insanity tries our reason, as all seasons grow evil.'
Three meters apart, we survey the heart to heart, Sterling is speaking of racisms seeping
In establishments 'a steeping.' Against the grade he'd kept keeping moving in reason
Playing believing, although at times seething he'd still kept on keeping, right in his sights'
Southgate spoke fairly of efforts and aims, of soul searching to gain, for the betterment
Waiting not to get lost in the making, in the race to a summit not to jeopardise something
A reaching of reason, he expounded his thesis I believe he is open from what he has spoken
He and many knee taking, their sign to humanity with its fractures and vanity's in the making
Yet apartheid was there breathing it's death stench, I felt my inside almost up-retch invisible
Walling from floor up to ceiling 3 meters from reason; from the spirit of Christ's season
The farce of pandemic with dystopian rhetoric, was adhered to in action complying with
Coercion while denying its perversion, living out an in-version blind were the sighted
Yet puppet masters so delighted, set the scene and invited this righteous pair; so united
The validation of division apartheid in Britain! an acceptable evil; is this truly liveable?
Imagination un-holy in the scenes now bestowed me I saw the spectre of evil
Strutting in between them, breathing their words in, and spitting out silent signs'
Pseudo derived 'lateral inanity' our salvation? And To embrace such insanity?
© Joe Maverick 2021
Gloomy dismal, and forlorn...
that's how this day was borne
in a Greyling sallow place
where death doth reign
without a face.
In a boneyard of decaying flesh,
one fresh abyss was dug
to the depth of six feet
before the night was still.
With shovel in his hand,
the digger gave a shrug
and left the land of the dead.
The cathedral stood tall
but grimly foreboding
on the edge of a haunted wood.
Built on hallowed ground,
where the ancient ones
lie decaying in their graves.
Knaves and preachers,
the righteous and the sinners,
followers and teachers...
all buried side by side
covered now with hoar frost.
Lives, once lost
never see the light of another morn.
They are mourned and tossed
into a hole like rubbish and trash,
or as ashes interred in an urn
after a burn. It's all the same
to the reaper.
Harsh winds have taken aim
at maudlin tree limbs
that seem to hang their heads
after watching their leaves
flayed by Autumn's sinister breeze.
Seasonal zephyrs have no pity.
They always have their way
with the rape of deciduous trees.
Winter's chill thrives in a world so still.
It's created a haunting silence,
one nearly serene in this scene.
There's no place to rest
in between life and death
in such a stygian world.
No escape from somber despair.
There's only an ominous pall
if anything is to be found there at all...
it will surely be expounded
in the quiet space of such a dreary place.
Edgar A Host
It was a lovely Sunday afternoon
All the Guests has just finished Tea
One in particular though
Why he was staring at me
I asked if all was to his satisfaction
He smiled, with delight,
Not at all being the silent type
He replied, why all is splendid as can be
He expanded by complimenting my flower garden
Very unique, colorful and so full of birds and the bees
He had promenaded with another dark fellow with a windy breeze
He kept is tongue as the other expounded on the fate of life's dream
I smiled all too well knowing the philosophers dance
As well as the irony that we had met by circumstance
We both gazed out upon, whilst the sun did glance
At the beauty of the rose and the fools who think chance
I was the Host
He was the Guest
Poe was the dark soul
Albert the scientist enjoying his role
We laughed in comradery and lighted cigars
Edgar & Edgar, sounds like a law firm ready to spar
Ah but I the host and he the humble guest
Had a cheerful laugh, whilst being Sunday God did rest
Shame the bright way my parents bestowed Christmas magic
was not equally a part of every child’s memory package.
When grown and living close, Christmas joy remained parent sown.
Such delight seeped into their grandchildren’s holiday tone.
There were many special Mom things, many unique Dad deeds.
We would learn, one less the other lacked Christmas success.
No matter the duration of my earth-time endurance,
Christmas will not come again without heartbreak occurrence.
Was a Christmas day when Dad was gone to hospital lay
as a tragic three days crept up to take him forever away.
For twenty years we have self-persuaded our Christmas’ eggs
to be as delicious as the ones Dad yearly made perfectly cheesy.
On Christmas morn, one of us will sneak-stick a bow upon face
and when noticed all will laugh to feel Daddy’s trace.
Grief does not cease when gifts need mechanical or electronic ability,
no, at those times, our shared mourning cradles stupidity.
Christmas eve drives to tour bright lights, cannot be made right;
no one reports on Santa’s progress as Dad did with perfect stress.
Brother, sister and I need seek some Christmas eve side-by-side time.
We sit with the children we used to be, and all return eagerly
to floor sit again, like back then, by Dad’s candle’s dancing flame,
to visit the sweet Christmas times when Dad’s voice expounded lines
from the bible about Mary, Joseph, the manger and Christ’s birth.
It is a special sibling Daddy Christmas love-glow death cannot fold.