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Gee, how we blame our culture for starting this!
Oh, how ignorant can we be!
We blame men as evil and macho?
Yet we drooled when younger over Ralph Macchio.
Ask any woman who gets up at
three!
How great it is to get out there and earn a salary?
Then not only commute but slave
all day.
Pick up the kids at three, and then
the Kids overburdened with home
work?
Mom has to help them like a enslaved Turk!
Then prepare dinner for all three.
While wash in the washing machine be?
Women's Liberation~~
My, my oh me!
I have not listed endless shopping or sports
on this list!
Gloria Steinheim's neck and women's lib
needs a quick twist.
Women brainwashed to the core.
Now think its an honor to wear
pants, which I abhor.
We are far to flabby in buttocks and thighs.
Walking, our legs look like an
earthquake jello surprise.
No more pretty hair, we must look
like men?
What's next?
Smoking cigars in tweed jackets in the den?
Sorry to rant, but I miss women
having time,looking fine...
To run a home, not looking for
a shoeshine.
I will write later of the history of
a woman's place being in the home.
And it's close to the time of Ancient Rome.
5/10/2023
I do realize, with inflation at all time high,
Food and gas, too?? At times there is no choice!
Gee, how we blame our culture for starting this!
Oh, how ignorant can we be!
We blame men as evil and macho?
Yet we drooled when younger over Ralph. Macchio.
Ask any woman who gets up at three!
How great it is to get out there and earn a salary?
Then not only commute but slave all day.
Pick up the kids at three, and then the kids
overburdened with hours of homework?
Mom has to help them like a enslaved Turk!
Then each night prepare dinner for all three?
While clothes in the washing machine be?
Women's Liberation~~
My, my .....oh me!
I have not listed endless shopping or sports
on this list!
Gloria Steinheim's neck and women's lib needs
a quick twist.
Women brainwashed to theif very core.
Now think its an honor to wear
pants, which I abhor.
We are far to flabby in buttocks and thighs.
Walking, our legs look like an
earthquake, Richter Scale 5~jello surprise!
Perms begone, no more pretty hair, we must look
like men?
What's comes next?
Smoking cigars in tweed jackets in the den?
Sorry to rant, but I miss women
having time,looking fine...
To run a home, not looking for
a shoeshine.
I will write later of the history of
a woman's place being in the home.
And it's close to the time of Ancient Rome.
October 11, 2019
In those days a decree went out, the world should be enrolled.
And all but few were unprepared for what God would unfold.
For God would take this world of sin and make it reconciled,
The Word would take on human flesh, be born as just a child.
From Galilee to Bethlehem went Joseph with his wife
Who carried safe within her womb the Giver of all life.
No inn was found with any room to shelter Jesus’ birth.
So born within a stable was the King of all the earth.
Out in the fields the shepherds stood and angels did appear.
And they proclaimed good news to all, there was no need to fear.
For in a manger lay the King wrapped up in swaddling clothes.
And from the multitudes a song of glory then arose.
Gloria! The angels sang. So, Gloria! We sing.
For in a lowly stable bare was born the Christ our King.
Glory to the Lord on high, His peace upon the earth.
Gloria! The angels sang to celebrate the birth.
In the beginning was the Word, through Him all came to be.
He came into this world of sin to set our spirits free.
In poverty the Christ was born. In poverty he lived.
He asked for nothing but our love and so our hearts we give.
GAZEL - TRUE LOVE!
To the world I wish to scream joyful gloria
In the wind I desire to spread my euphoria.
My face shines, in pure satisfaction
my blood boils vibrant in tuned emotion
Let everyone learns that I now love madly
madness of eld lover but without agony
Everyone agrees that I am a extra joyful man
If I am cheerful, sleep , so in peace as i can
Ah! it's so much love that my chest doesn't even fit
it would be love to donate to the world,i admit it ...
Now i sail in seas never sailed in harmony
I now fly to heaven in a epiphany
I possess a true love and a soul in a fantasy
Pure love, allegro, andante, as in symphony ...!
AS YOUR HEART BLOSSOMS COMO SU CORAZÓN FLORECE
(SPANISH VERSE)
Como estoy rodeado de tu belleza;
La mañana brilla a través del cabello;
Rayos de luces brillaban en cada hebra;
Estoy asombrado de verte, mientras estoy de pie;
Mi corazón siempre late, siempre late;
Y a medida que tu corazón se vuelve más cariñoso, florece;
Y tu corazón florece
Bombeando el agua de Dios a través de tu corazón;
Y tu cofre evacúa susurros de respiración;
Mientras espero el honor y la gloria de tu toque:
Y significa mucho ...
Te admiro porque los pájaros anidan en los árboles;
Huelo tu aroma como lo hacen las abejas con las flores;
Mi amor y cariño crecen cada vez más en minutos y horas;
Y tu corazón florece
Mientras te espero
Y tu corazón florece
siempre tan azul creciendo, creciendo es la flor que eres tú ...
Nuevamente inhalas y exhalas al azar;
Las aguas del océano corren bajo tus pies;
Mientras que todas las aves y los árboles que rodean te comparan, la belleza también está en todas partes. Eres como una tierna flor de hojas cocidas;
Estás donde quiero estar;
como tu corazón florece
Y tu corazón florece para mí ...
AS YOUR HEART BLOSSOMS
4/3/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
from anthology "Spring Sonata"
Spanish verse:
A ti, Señor, alabo;
A ti Dios a quien canto
Siempre siempre y siempre y siempre
A ti, Señor, rescátame;
Por favor
A él siempre
Dios es mi ayuda
Siempre
A él siempre
Señor, te alabo
Incluso cuando estoy abajo
Incluso cuando me encuentran
estar siempre en él
Es estar siempre con él
Porque cuando muera, me voy a los cielos
Voy a alcanzar los cielos las puertas de la gloria Él y yo
Siempre estaré satisfecho. . .
A él siempre
English verse:
To you Lord I do praise;
To you God I to sing to
Always, always, now and always
To you Lord rescue me;
Please
To Him always
God your my help
Always
To Him always
Lord I praise you
Even when I'm down
Even when I'm found
to be in Him always
Is to be with Him always
For when I die, gone on into the skies
Gonna reach heavens glory gates Him and I
I will forever be satisfied. . .
To Him always
09/21/17
Inspired by and dedicated to Pandita Sanchez
(APROPOS OF 11/21/2018)
i
The fires came and the winds blew;
Nothing remained the same—
If only they knew…praying for the rain;
The floods came the next day
And the flowing mud had its way:
Houses that had remained
Went down the mountain drain;
But they vowed they would build again
Knowing that they were not the blame
And that the old Devil would be put to shame;
For they remained filled with sparkling hope
And fueled by igniting faith in ways to cope;
ii
How could they have ever known
That the fire next time
Would be so dreadfully blown
Consuming all they held so sublime?
Yet, despite the devastating cost
Etched memories would not be lost;
The heavenly Eagle had stirred the nest
And their souls’ spirits had survived the test.
iii
Without caring to warn, fiercely famished
Flames came knocking at fuel’s gate—
Like flesh-eating bacteria
Scorching the ripe Cali landscape;
Most were devoured within the path of the flames,
Leaving ashy structural architectural shards
And remnants of charred human remains
Laying naked among charcoal baked clods;
If only they had known—even imagined—at least…
Nature’s unleashing of such a power—a roaring beast,
With strange winds carrying sparking needles of pain’s grief;
iv
Destruction and death raised ice bed thoughts of long ago—
Of the charred cities of Sodom and Gomorrah—
But healing memories fired flaming faith with spirit filled Gloria:
Remembering Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah—
Also known as Meshack, Shadrach, and Abednego;
In the end, deliverance came sweeping along the charcoaled way,
And the sunrise of time granted them a new blessed day
As the mournful death charred journey remained to be tread;
The Most High, Jehovah, heard their prayers and nodded His head.
v
Everything under the sun and moon come in due season;
Whatever nature brings, the Creator will reveal His reason.
Know then that for what has come, you are not to be blamed;
For in due season, the old Devil will surely fall and be shamed.
Her story is one that needs to be told. Born in a poor family she was sent to work at a very young age. "Have you got any experience? asked Madame Jeanne she nodded then lied through her teeth," yes, of course, Qui " fifteen years of age and smart as a whip. She won 1st prize for an essay she wrote in school. Hiding her tears from her mom and dad, she soberly dropped out of school.
the poet's hands were tied
but her mind was not
she was determined
Late at night after a shower, lint free and bone tired she'd start working
on her novel. Here in this magical place of wander she was never scoffed nor told to put away her silly dreams.
an entity of hope
is a thing that floats
like a paper boat
One day she braved it and sent in her manuscript. The Editor knowing a
good thing when she saw it, gave Gloria her first chance. When she
received her very first check, she cried tears of joy.
all of this
because she believed ,
and never gave up
June 3, 2021
Sponsor Name: Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Name: The Poets Hands Are Tied
Today we praise God's precious only Son
Who gave His life so that our lives live on
He suffered pain, being nailed to a cross
To the world it was a sorrowful loss.
Lonesome hearts are aware how it does feel
Mother Marys sore heart did never heal
From losing her resplendent precious boy
Who came from Heaven, her pride and her joy.
Upon angel wings that will never cease
Breath of God flows o'er the whispering breeze
To enter hearts with His love, joy and grace
From the creator of the human race.
Bless Jesus who is there to hear our prayers
To guide us, though we may be unaware
That He sees all and redeems every fall
With His salvation to one and to all.
Pray constantly all worldly wars will cease
Gloria in abundance, induce peace.
I want to share a time, when God directed me.
He used an old woman, who was a VA employee.
It was a real low point in my life, I was so depressed.
My wife took our girls from me, things were simply a mess.
I weekly saw a Therapist, at the Bay Pines, VA.
She helped me view my situation, in a different way.
God sent the old woman Gloria, to come and talk to me.
She said "Come to the Chapel child! So God can set you free."
Once we reached the chapel, we kneeled down on the floor.
She talked about forgiving others and many things more.
A heavy cloak seemed to lift and my smile came back again.
My journey seeking and walking with God, had now just began.
We went to the chapel daily, instead of eating lunch.
Gloria said God was speaking to her, because she had a hunch.
She said "Ken, pray for anyone, who God flash in your mind."
I did exactly as she said, each and every time.
Strangers started showing up, from nowhere they appeared.
Saying "This might sound strange, but something sent me here!"
They would kneel beside us, their problems they would share.
We would pray for our offenders, though they were not there.
God's peace and presence filled that chapel, every single day.
The anger we felt we'd arrived, would simply melt away!
Things just started to happen, that were so wonderfully insane!
Some would come back to share events, that we could not explain!
This was just one of hundreds of times, of which I can truly say.
God will show up big in your life, when you're do things His way!
My children ignore the people, who say God is a lie!
Don't accept what another says to you, unless you yourself have TRIED!
Love Dad...