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Not long ago, in a faraway land,
people: lived amongst dragons and fairies.
Some villagers swore they'd seen them firsthand:
while out gathering mushrooms or berries.
We were friends back then, not adversaries:
and were treated as contemporaries.
It's believed fairies and dragons were kin,
glimpse either one, and the other's nearby.
They loved the soft sound of a mandolin,
and somehow magically learned to fly:
often zipping across the open sky,
quick as you please; in the blink of an eye.
In time, jealous humans hunted them down,
until most Dragons and fairies were slain.
And where forest once grew, Man built a town:
sowing the once open meadows with grain.
And dragons and fairies fled Man's disdain:
vowing they'd never trust humans again.
Mere figments of our imagination,
or creatures, once part of God's creation?
A handsome and well groomed man he is
Usually very neat with well combed hair
A middle aged man of relative height
Wearing a warm smile that demands a response
Of wearing a scent I know not.
He is one of the few good men remaining in the world
‘How do I know? And how sure are you that he is good?”, you ask,
When you spend time with him that’s when you will realize
What a treasure he is, what a gentleman he is.
Lucky is she that found and keeps this treasure near her bosom.
Principled is just an understatement and for lack of a better word I will use it
A man of good character, integrity and honesty
Quick to make amends and reconcile for a wrong turn made
Thoughtful and considerate of other people feelings
A listener who will listens to you whether you make sense or not
Many have tried to ensnare and catch him
But he is ever so careful and wary of such people
Dismissing such kind politely and as humanly as possible
Able to keep confidential information as it is supposed to be
Treating all persons with dignity.
He is an early riser and a diligent work
Working till late into the night
For his family to be comfortable
To give what he may or may not have received
To lead a better fulfilling life.
Integrity and faithfulness are his core values
This has kept him going almost quite literally
He knows the importance of these virtues firsthand
He do not entertain unfaithful people
Those without integrity he abhors.
“This is too good to be true”, you say
But am yet to get to know about his weaknesses
I can only say what I have seen and heard
I know no one is perfect and he is no exception
Am yet to find his imperfections though.
He may or may not have hidden his imperfections
Or maybe they are hard to come by
Could be there was no situation to bring them out
That I was able to witness
And that is one of the reasons why it is an ongoing observation on my part
To really understand and get to know the person
Form:
In the city of Chicago;
In an inner-city community;
My recall reaches back more than
50 years. My best memory says
that a 19-year-old college student,
very bold and willing to engage, was
Unafraid to be silenced by dark and
demonic encounters.
I share this, not as one who succeeded or
became an expert in anything, much less in
matters of demonic activity. I speak of it
as a puzzle piece that helps me to know from
whence I came and to where I have come. I share
that which might give insight and awareness to others.
In a converted mansion that had become a rehab center
to reach drug addicts, alcoholics, and gang members,
I joined others in hand and heart, the more matured
and seasoned ones. It was there that I learned firsthand
the reality of demons and darkness. I personally experienced
something new and different.
Going in, I felt equipped and had no fear, but before leaving the room,
I had both fear and questions. The leader had assured us that there
was the presence of at least one demon that had to be cast out. Both
the man and the demon were speechless, but the reality of both their presences spoke volumes which rang loud and fearfully throughout my being. There was indeed adequate lighting in the room, but darkness filled the fibers of my being. They looked straight into my eyes, and I looked away. My participation thereafter all but ceased. I do not recall that the demon left the man, but they did not remain in our program of rehabilitation. And I was a changed young man.
092822PS
S - Shamrock, graceful, green emblem
T - three heart-shaped leaves, only one stem.
O - On St. Patrick's Day the Irish understand
R - redemption - shamrock's story firsthand.
Y - Youngsters recall what St. Pat taught them.
O - Outline of the Trinity, hereof...
F - Father God in heaven above,
S - Son, Jesus Christ, shows His love.
H - Holy Spirit hovers like a dove.
A - Ancient three leaves, the unforeseen
M - metaphor of the Truth, the Life, the Way.
R - Remembered on March seventeen,
O - official patron, Saint Patrick's death day.
C - Crock pot of cabbage and corned beef
K - keeps stomachs full as spirits pray,
S - shamrock, graceful, green symbol of belief.
written 02-02-2020
Rob Carmack: 'Premiere IV - Open'
The joke is on me
When I read that Starmer, when visiting Trump, had with him an invitation from the king of England, offering Trump dinner
I thought it was a joke, but it was true. Trump was flattered and accepted the invitation
Of course, he is an egomaniac who thinks he is a royal American king, and why not!
The difference between the two kings is that Trump has power and the English king is reduced to a face on loose pocket change
Is President Trump a good ruler? Well, he is autocratic and gets things done, not always with aplomb, but no one is perfect
In a world of liberal democracy, we end up with
EU is a talking shop trying to force nations to see
The Brussels way and to think they are called democrats, when its leadership is making life difficult for dissenters like Victor Orban, a sane man among sycophants.
The leaders of any country are to look after their inhabitants’ well-being. If not, then new leaders must be elected, but in our democracy, we see little movement at the top because their idea of democracy is to elect themselves, not much is done for the people
China and Russia have autocratic rulers with a high living standard, but one is not allowed to swear in church, and that is accepted by most people who favor democracy, a system they know nothing about until they move to New York and see democracy firsthand; the living conditions among the masses are atrocious
Slavery is not the end of atrocities
Suffered by minority communities
The every day systematic sway
Of bricks piled against you like
A wall of pain
So many bricks
The millions murdered for simply being
Who they were born to be black brown red
But of these I speak of what I know firsthand
The professional personal political assassination
of the collective black character is so deep
It is astonishing ingrained and denied to be a thing
For instance because there was a black president
In this racist country people say there you have equality
Nope
A system built on the back of blacks
That promotes hate of anything black
Saving a few teachers pets
Does not save the souls of those
Still being oppressed stressed and put to death
Schools are the battleground as well
We are not even teaching the truth freely
Jim Crow is alive and well look it up
The systems of government are used and abused
To keep people from getting the American Dream
The poor displaced and disgraced
Taxed to the max
While the rich enjoy perks less tax relax
When I walk in a store I am sized up and categorized
followed by security I may get service
But only if I look affluent enough and
Sometimes not even then
Depending on the store and area
When my brother walks down the street
Do you clutch your purse
No really
If he doesn’t style himself just so
Is he perceived as less than
When he goes to the bank for a loan
How often will he be denied
Or unfairly penalized
It’s deeper than slavery
We are still here suffering despite being
Called American we are treated
Not even as well as foreigners
Who seek asylum
Where is that for the brown red black people
It’s not being able to fairly compete for jobs
When corporate snobs want degrees and experience
But how do you get one before the other
When you don’t qualify for loans
Or go in so much debt for college
That the dream is deferred
Or you get the job but the pay
Is poor because you can’t afford the degree
Never mind you are doing the job perfectly
So you must get multiple jobs to eat
I’m so sick of saying that marginalized
Systematic racism in America is more than what happened then it is what is happening today now
And by the looks of it what the future holds
As the systems of old have not been replaced!
Would it be okay if I have a moment of your time?
To tell you how I feel through this small, magical rhyme?
Would it be okay if I hold you for a while?
To kiss your forehead, and make you smile?
Would it be okay to pull you close and whisper in your ear?
To assure you daily that there is nothing to fear?
Every time you say I love you,
My heartbeat starts to go insane.
The sensation of your love for me,
It’s like an addictive type of pain.
The twinkle in your eyes, every time we speak.
It sends chills up and down my spine, and it makes me completely weak.
When you say I love you, your voice lights up my face.
You make me melt all over, as my heart continues to race.
And when you kiss me…
My lips quiver at the very touch.
My soul is filled and overwhelmed with joy, that you love me so much.
The being within me surrenders with everything you do.
Because of those three words you say… I love you.
So would it be okay if I have a moment of your time?
To show you how I feel through the words of my magical rhyme?
Would it be okay to show you firsthand?
That I am proud to be your husband, and happy to be your man?
You are everything I could ever need and more.
More than I deserve or would dare wish for.
You are my wife, my baby, my angel, my dream girl.
I’m thankful that you are my whole world.
I want you to feel the power flowing through my heart and my rhyme?
So again, I ask… would it be okay if I have a moment of your time?
FLESH AND BLOOD
flesh and blood —
He became.
down from his royal throne,
a little lower than the angels,
who waited
to serve Him
at his beloved call.
flesh and blood —
His,
to save us.
He who was rich
became poor.
the King of Glory —
born,
in a humble stable.
flesh and blood —
firsthand
experience of our pain,
our temptations,
from fetus to adulthood.
flesh and blood —
bread and wine,
dipped
in death’s sorrow.
and He says:
Come!
Eat and Drink,
experience with Him —
LIFE!
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Hebrews 2:14 Since the children have flesh and blood, HE too shared in their humanity so that by his death he might destroy him who holds the power if death — that is, the devil—
Face Time
By Franklin Price
02/22/2022
In the middle of last evening, my cell phone began to shrill
I answered, there was baby Dean, being held by Auntie Lil
Technology is wonderful. Last night it made my day.
I watched, my tiny great grand son, in color, not in shades of gray
Looking on were mom and dad; just as proud as they could be,
Their smiling faces beaming, all of them, face timing me.
Not only was there color, there was motion, don't you know
And sound to fill the senses, then baby Dean put on a show
He cannot walk or talk as yet. He cannot sing or dance,
He did, what infants do so well, put a load within his pants.
I could tell, by looks on faces, and an exclamatory eeww!!
That he had filled his diaper, with more than just a little pooh.
Mom took him from his auntie, stripped him bare to shoot the moon,
As she was cleaning up the mess, he cried out loud, a different tune.
“Be careful while you're down there”, I heard him say in baby speak.
“Be tender while you're working, I've been here but just a week”
When the changing was all said and done, and his butt was squeaky clean,
Their cell phone shot some close ups of that handsome baby Dean.
His hands and feet were moving, all his parts were in their place.
His head was filled with wispy hair. There was a smile upon his face.
Barb was looking o'er my shoulder through God's grace and loving care
Was enjoying her great grand son and the family gathered there.
We reveled for a minute more, then she left me with a smile
“I'm going now to be with them. I'll be back in just awhile”
Just before I hung up, and the Face Time was all done
Their home became a little lighter, brightened up by Barbara's sun
Her presence is there with them and is also here with me
She'll be with us all forever, in our hearts and memory
I'm looking forward to next time, the next Face Time video
When I can see them once again, be a small part of the show.
God willing, in the month of April, I will visit for awhile
Cradle then, great grand son Dean, enjoy firsthand his joyful smile.
The Circus gongs excite the Throngs in nighttime Never Land –
They swarm to see the destiny of Freaks at their command,
While Acrobats step pitapat above the shifting sands
And Lady Fat sits down to chat and oozes charm unplanned.
The Dwarfs in suits, so small and cute when marching with the Band,
Ask crimson Clowns with frozen frowns, to hold a mutant hand,
While Tamers’ whips with withered tips, throughout the winter land,
Lure Cats entranced through hoops enhanced with flames of fires fanned.
White Elephants in big-top tents boast black-tusk contraband
To regiments of Sycophants who overflow the stands,
But No One sees anomalies, and No One understands.
At night’s demise, the dither dies, the lonesome Crowd disbands,
Down dead-end streets the Horde retreats, their tattered rags in strands,
And Janes and Joes reweave their woes, for thoughts of change are banned.
To play a part in Three-Ring Art, I thought I’d try my hand –
I mastered skills, I felt the thrills, I breathed and seethed firsthand –
But destiny denied to me to taste a lifetime spanned
With tightrope walks and trapeze chalks ... excepting second-hand...
For alcohol provoked a fall, as if a reprimand,
And now, a heap, I sometimes keep the ticket office manned...