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In recent years a amazing thing has happened to the number Thirteen,
Adding Friday, and the movies, Freddie Kruger has entered the Big Screen.
A silly guy with tights, entering dreams and prowls around at night.
Murdering, slashing, and it is a ridiculous sight.
Well in ancient times it wasn't always that way,
The number 13 was revered as a lucky number, a great day.
A calendar with 13 months, suns and moons were the norm here.
Thirteen months, not 12 was the calendar year.
It was considered lucky, and a blessed day,
Cleopatra was up for it all the way.
The ancients didn't hide or cringe at this day or think anything bad,
They celebrated with pomp and were not at all sad.
A lot of people have a misconception of the number thirteen.
Unlucky, like black cats is mentioned on our national scene.
People all around the world cringe when it's Friday the Thirteenth,
Some don't even leave their homes or work on this day, to me it's obscene.
Thirteen? Well I tell you it's just a number nothing else,
It happens just a few times a year, and should be ignored as unlucky for yourself.
The Lord has a way of laughing I bet at this utter nonsense,
How can a number be anything but that, it makes no sense.
Superstitious mumbo jumbo has taken over our daily lives,
As we let it scramble our moral thinking while humanity is trying to survive.
What is in this day that allows people to act so strange? To actually cringe,
As they let it confuse and disrupt our lives, a pretty strange thing.
Superstition is the devil's crafty invention, to confuse and create chaos,
to really confuse and get away from our Lord and Jesus.
When the Freddie Kruger's creeps into our conscious minds at night,
Allowing this day, the thirteenth, to become a social blight.
So pray that the Kruger's won't confuse your thoughts and let God lead the way,
Friday the thirteenth is a blessed and God given day.
The ancients had this number and they had a fun filled event,
l3 was lucky to them and laughing is how this day went.
Be thankful and count your blessings that the Lord has given us today,
Take the time to reflect and get down on your knees and pray.
That the devil will be put behind all of us Christians, and we should be thankful,
That our Creator is with us , we have no fear, and we are totally grateful.
the new store opened in town, everyone including herself
was eager to go check it out and see what was there.
as she arrived and got out she thought I am not gonna
like this store it was nothing fancy, no big bold signs
no displays in the windows except the words WELCOME.
she grabbed a cart as she always did slowly walking down
each and every row, nothing was really interesting her so
she went back up front put the cart back, as she started to
leave she saw at the corner all lined up boxes of key chains.
most were plain, some fancy and one that she could not stop
looking at, she picked it up it was a key chain with a cross.
at the bottom hang a small sign that said pray. now she had
stopped praying many months ago her faith shaken by so
many unanswered prayers, so many things had been happening
she felt God had had not been listening to her.
she laid the key chain down and went to her car she couldn't
get the key chain out of her mind. why she asked her self is
this bothering me so? she got back out went back in bought
the key chain and placed it on her ring.
a few seconds later a mother started screaming for help!,
she got out of her car and ran to her called 911 and asked if
there were anything she could do, the mother crying said my
son is dying he is the last of my children would you pray and
ask God to let me keep him longer. she was so taken back.
she silently held the key chain and asked God for help for this
mother and her son. tears began falling she realized than and there
that her life had been filled with so many blessings but she took them
all for granted from that day on the key chain went every where with
her and never again did she think her problems were greater than others.
she told God that day she knew why it was she was meant to get that
key chain, the word pray did not mean just for her but for those all
around who had nothing and felt so alone, afraid, empty and sad.
she prayed and prays every day now knowing the cross on the chain
is God and the word pray is for all out there who needs prayers.
A mid-April Monday morn;
Life began as usual in the college dorm.
Students recovering from their weekend parties,
The underachievers were razzing the resident "Smarties."
Grabbing their books and heading out to class;
Who could ever dream, This day would be their last?
Shots rang out, human beings fell;
A placid southern campus became a raging hell'
Dozens of lives abruptly ended that sad day,
So much promise, and potential, quickly blown away'
Who was prepared and who was not,
In which spiritual camp had each other cast his lot?
There's a saying today that "Life comes at you fast,"
And one day everyone one of us will become part of the past.
We are never told ahead just when that day might be,
When we will be called to step out and begin our eternity'
Jesus clearly told us, "I am the way."
He created salvation's plan-and today is the day.
To none of us is tomorrow ever guaranteed,
This is the time, right now, to take care of your spiritual need'
For it has been our sin that has kept God and us apart,
Because that is the evil nature of the human heart'
Repent of the years you've neglected Him,He will forgive you and cleanse your sin.
When you accept the free gift offered by the Lord,
Immediately, your fellowship with God will be restored.
You can experience joy and peace within your heart,
A brand new, exciting lifestyle will start.
And when you are called upon to pass through Death's waiting door,
You'll be at home with your Saviour forever more.
Arthur Ball(H.S.L.P.)
April 22, 2007
Several Mansions exist in the town wherein I reside,
Built decades ago, with craftsmanship and great pride;
Filled with rooms and carpeted stairs,
They were a marvelous domicile for the family living there.
Now they've been partitioned and divided many times,
Yet one can still see their beautiful, architectural lines.
Families that own them live there day to day,
And the various rooms give kids many places to play.
Wallpaper gets scratched; woodwork marred in use;
The building shows activity with no concept of abuse.
People freely flow in and out, all the day long.
And it is their safe haven when they return home.
I know of several other buildings too,
Where things once used are now placed on public view.
The building may be elegant like those described above,
But all the artifacts are handled with kids gloves'
These places are known as historical museums;
You are charged admission if you desire to see them.
Articles displayed in glass cases: you may look but don't touch'
Historic value must be protected with alarms and such.
These past trophies cannot be utilized today;
They've lost their effectiveness- except items on display.
A museum closes with the approach of night.
Padlocks and vaults shield these things from sight.
Does your Christian walk contain things once used?
Or is vibrant life daily flowing out of you?
Do you live in a way that makes others inspired.
Or must you refer to past achievements that you want admired?
Art Ball (H.S.L.P.)
april 23, 2006
What saddens my heart is seeing the oppression of people in foreign lands that only want
the taste of freedom,
And the choice to believe differently in hopes of receiving Gods Kingdom.
Not being able to make simple choices for them selves I find totally, appalling,
I have compassion for those that struggle, but are denied receiving Gods calling.
There is one thing these dictators cannot stop, what is in ones heart and on their minds,
Or the silent prayers spoken under their breath, confirming their love for God and praying
someday this freedom they too will find.
Afraid to speak the name of Jesus out loud or possess the Bible, our holy book.
Intimidated and threatened is why so many are afraid to boldly take a look.
Christians from the very start have had to suffer for their beliefs,
And the years have only strengthened our faith while compounding our grief.
We are still being persecuted as Jesus was that day upon the cross,
Our day of salvation and the worlds greatest loss.
Time will eventually tell who was wrong or who was right,
As the closing pages are being written on this never ending fight.
For our prophecy is nearly fulfilled and judgment is at hand,
That day our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, will command and rule over our land.
No one wants anything shoved on them, and Christianity is a choice,
Jesus died for our sins but our opinions are ours to voice.
Whatever master you choose to serve He will not interfere,
But His love for mankind will always be and that is clear.
Hey raisin, shall I tell you the tale?
Tell us of where history and news failed
to share truth? Be the sleuth and unveil?
Okay then, here's your two scoops...
Believe they say in a day when God's wrath
will find his way to you? Believe in destruction
death, plunder and confusion too? Chaos you say?
Here's a day you'll never forget...
I'll even bet.
Your God is here, walking the talk,
checking the parks and asking the lark,
did you hear? Did you read the book?
Didn't need it all, just one look...
"We are created..."
"In the image of..."
The rest lost to fallen egos "from above".
We call Him 'man'. Given a garden,
a song, a land... given two hands to hold,
a heart given as the color of Gold.
Given a rainbow, to remind us...
"We are created... as the image of trust"
"As above so below" they say
getting it wrong, never went that way.
"As above, we Are, Love"
I'd write that One down, if I were you...
Today.
"Define my wrath..."
Sure... she laughs.
Sure, she crafts, the messages.
Sure, She's a nut in a bubble of images...
Sure.
You can bet.
Here's another you won't forget...
"We are Two... got that? In the scoops?"
"Knock knock... we're Both home."
Believe they say in a day when Gods
will find Their way to you?
Hear.
Is the day you'll never forget...
I'll even bet.
5.13
!with a big fat eraser and some beers...
we met.
N ine is the line,
E leven the mind and
T hirteen. Is the rhyme.
and 12 ...
"Time catches us..."
She's a NET
Form:
Mother's day' a day to relax.
Breakfast in bed, maybe later a nap.
Waited on; doted on;every need met.
Queen for the day; and yet......,
There's a chunk of reality which is called "life,"
And you rarely escape the duties of mother and wife'
So your day may not totally resemble the DREAM,
But be sure your family holds you in high esteem.
Mothers are precious, mothers are fun;
Every person alive was given one'
Can you imagine having no mother at all?
No one to hug you or respond to your call'
No one to give you wise words of advise,
Or show interest in your pet snakes or mice?
How dull life would be if you had none,
Of the female persuasion to call you "daughter" or "son,"
Who would help you dry your tears,
Or check if you washed behind your ears?
Who would teach you sewing, cooking, and such?
Show how to arrange flowers with the feminine touch?
What about patiently teaching reading and writing,
And kissing the scrapes you got while fighting?
Some mothers stay with us into our older age.
Sadly some leave to explore some new page.
But biologically speaking, we all had a mom;
Our navel reminds us of whom we came from.
With a single exception, mothers gave us birth,
And that individual was created from Earth.
I tell you, sir; I tell you madam.
The man with no mom- his name was Adam'
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
May l2, 2002
FOR HE KNOWS THEIR ABODE--THEIR GOING, THEIR COMING
AND THE DAY THEY'LL BE VISITED IS APPROACHING
APPROACHING LIKE A SUDDEN FLASH OF LIGHTNING:
ALAS FOR THEM, ON THAT DAY AND PLACE!
FOR AS MUCH AS THEY THOUGHT THEY WERE STRONG;
THEY WERE WEAK-LINKS ALL ALONG.
AND FOR AS MUCH AS THEY THOUGHT THEY WERE CLEVER;
THEY WERE NOT EVEN THE LEAST WISER:
ALAS FOR THEM, ON THAT DAY AND PLACE!
THAT DAY AND PLACE, FAR AND BEYOND:
A PLACE IN COMPLETE DARKNESS,
WHERE ONLY FEW ARE FOUND SPOTLESS.
SO SNAP OUT OF YOUR TRANCE;
AND BEWARE OF THE GRIMACE ON THEIR FACES:
THE GRIMACE OF EVIL MENACES;
ZANIES IN STIES,
FOOLS, SEEKING WAYS TO IMPROVISE,
DEVICES TO REVIVE RETIRED SOULS,
MEANT TO REMAIN FOREVER A CLOSED CASE:
ALAS FOR THEM, ON THAT DAY AND PLACE!
THAT DAY AND PLACE, FAR AND BEYOND:
HALF PAST THE SHIMMERING TWILIGHT,
IN THE WEE HOURS, BEFORE DAYLIGHT:
THEY SHALL FALL ON THEIR FACE,
AND RECEIVE A COUP-DE-GRACE;
DISSIPATING LIKE FROST--FROM SOLID TO DROSS;
BRASS, SILVER, TIN, IRON, COPPER AND LEAD:
ALAS FOR THEM, ON THAT DAY AND PLACE!
THAT DAY AND PLACE, YOU MENACE SHALL SUFFER.
GO 'HEAD, KEEP ON WITH YOUR LIE--THINKIN' YOU'RE INFALLIBLE;
RAISE YOUR VOICE AND SCREAM LIKE A TERRIBLE:
SO LONG WHEN TIME RUNS OUT,
AND ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE,
YOU DON'T GO RUNNING LIKE A GOOSE:
RATHER STAND LIKE A MAN;
AND ACKNOWLEDGE IT IS TOO LATE,
'CAUSE THE MASTER'S HERE TO SEAL YOUR FATE!
This has been one of the hardest years of my life,
Many losses took me to a lonely empty place.
Losses within my net family and my biological family.
Left me shaken, confused and feeling hollow.
It is late or very early THANKS GIVING morning,
I have been pondering what blessings I have.
It was not easy this year, so much has changed.
Yet the Lord has blessed me with so much.
Our home is paid for, so we have a warm place to live.
A loving man in my life, three adult children, and a pet.
Many wonderful friends world wide to share with.
My greatest blessing is that I wake each new day.
No matter what the day brings, it is an adventure.
I know in my heart I never have to face it alone.
Life is a blessing the good and the hard times.
I Thank God for it all, and for leading me to the light.
I know that those gone before are still with me,
I feel their love and know they are waiting for me.
When my time comes to cross over we will be together.
So each day I awake and look with optimism of it's coming.
Each morning sun rise brings a sigh of awe,
Each evening sun set brings thanks to my heart.
I have lived life wild and free in youth,
Strong and steadfast as an adult, doing my best.
So this THANKS GIVING I thank God for his blessings,
For allowing me each day to share with those I love.
For letting me view the beauty of his creation.
For allowing me to write it and share my heart.
DOREEN CYR
OCTOBER 11, 2010
Form:
Finally I have shut the dying demon out,
closed that dreadful door without a tear cried
I’ve tied your hands behind the back that broke me,
that choked the living from my drowning soul
and stole the truth that became my lies.
New eyes observe through your tilted blurred gaze,
through your troubled ways of time spent squandered
as I close my shaking hands around your throat
I devote your last toxic breath to spirit alone,
smell the cologne of what once absorbed me
and feel your death free a forgotten once found.
I courted you with false love for far too long,
sharpened your poisoned prong with a weak mind
a weak body, a weak heart inclined to break
as though your tasteful liquid I drank with need
my need to bleed…
words of delusive wisdom I spoke with pride
and married you, my bride, my joy…my destroy.
I hear the people whispering I will take you back,
whimpering like a desperate dog for affection
an obsession gripped by the paths I’ve walked
by the trash I’ve talked with a tongue drunk
a double bunk that split me in two,
but that wasn’t me…that was you
that choked the living from my drowning soul
and stole the truth that became my lies.
New will, new intention, I have nothing to prove,
the meaning of life – I’ve been moved through
as I let you go down to die a deserved death
my spirit is at rest, January 9, 2011
this is the day I chose sobriety…
the day I chose to live in heaven.