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The Good Samaritan
When walking from Jerusalem to Jericho..
I was stripped by robbers whom I did not know...
They beat me and left me there to lie...
Took my belongings; hoping then I would die..
I felt alone and very scared...
None passing by would help me or even cared...
A priest came by, traveling that same road..
He stopped and glanced but, continued with his load.
I called out for help in a desperate cry...
A Levite heard but, passed me on by..
The night wondered on and I was tired and cold..
I wanted desperately something warm to hold..
Then a Samaritan came by and gave me food, clothes and wine..
He was gentle and sincerely kind..
He showed me mercy and love in great size..
Jesus says please go and do likewise..
A good mother had an only son
one she wanted to do right
she was no Christian herself
but knew the Bible kept you right
So this mother wanted for her boy
to plant good seeds on fertile soil
stories of Jesus would be so ideal
divine truth fully so heavenly royal
'Jesus calls His disciples' his first book
tells so much of the sound of Jesus' call
this explains why we follow Jesus
makes sure we obey always for all
The next Jesus book in his library
'Jesus by the sea of Galilee'
there Jesus taught His disciples often
about God's kingdom to inwardly see
Then the final book for his lot
was entitled 'two stories Jesus told'
the prodigal son and the good samaritan
great lessons there to be really bold
That little boy then only eight
loved these Jesus books so much
20 years later received Lord Jesus
born again with HIs special touch
Plant good seeds in fertile soil
mother made this her true wish
this seed took years to blossom
her boy became Jesus' own child royal!
(This piece tells you about a little boy who was given Jesus' books to plant seeds in his early life that later would bring spiritual fruit, that boy was ME!
These books were published by Ladybird books all these 60 years ago, as far as I'm aware they are out of print but can be purchased on eBay.
The three books are the following,
Jesus by the sea of Galilee,
Jesus Calls His disciples
Two stories Jesus told. )
Today-July 17, 2026, I wish to give every parent a list of songs and poems with great character building advice and admonitions which you should encourage your children to listen or read.
These to me, in my most humble opinion the world's most influential and positive songs and poems ever.
These were all divinely inspired compositions.
Songs
Chalkdust- We Is We-Identity
Chalkdust- Cultural Heritage.
Valentino-Life is a stage
Beckett-Hezekiah.
Lord Cam-Message of Goodwill.
Any Williams-The Impossible Dream.
Gayle Caldwell also Frank Sinatra-Cycles.
Joni Mitchell also Neil Diamond-Both Sides now.
Les Crane-Desiderata-poem written by Max Ehrman.
The Black National Anthem.
English Nationalistic Song-I Vow to Thee My Country.
The Beatles-Let It Be.
The Byrds- Turn , Turn.
Lord Cam- Fret Not.
Lord Cam-Cultural Hypocrisy.
Lord Shorty-Who God Bless.
Lord Shorty-Watch Out My Children.
Lord Shorty-That Ain Good Enough.
The Hymn-It is well with My Soul.
King Starshield-Vicious Circle.
King Starshield- Justice On De Ole Hog.
Calypso Franco-We Ready
Calypso Joe-A Nation To Build
Observer-Patriot.
Andre Crouche -The Lord Is My Light
Sammy Davis Jr- I've Gotto be Me
Lord Cam-I Believe in Me.
Frank Sinatra/Tom Jones/ Paul Anka-My Way
Glen Campbell- I will Pass this way but once.
Glen Campbell- Less Of Me.
Glen Campbell- Try A Little Kindness.
Tom Jones/ Dionne Warwick- What The World Needs Now
Bruce Hornsby And The Range-The Way It Is
Phil Collins-Another Day In Paradise.
Peter Tosh-Equal Rights
Bob Marley-War
Bob Marley-Rat Race
The Hollies/Neil Diamond-He Aint Heavy He's My Brother.
Bill Withers-Lean On Me.
Peter Tosh -Lessons In My Life.
Penguin-What Sweet In Goat Mouth.
Peter Tosh -Stand Firm
Matthew Wilder-Nobody gonna break my Stride.
King Starshield-The Good Man.
Billy Preston-That's The Way God Planned It.
Poems
Rudyard Kipling-If
The Serenity Prayer.
Lord Cam-Advice To The Young.
Lordd Cam-Rules or Priniciples to Live by.
Lord Cam-The Secrets to Happiness.
Lord Cam-Lord Cam's List.
Lord Cam- I am a Deep Thinker.
Lord Cam-The Life To Live.
In Addition
Martin Luther King Sermon/Speech-On The Drum Major Instinct.
Martin Luther King Jr- Sermon/Speech- On The Good Samaritan.
I was christened a vampire at the stroke of ten.
My bloody reign of terror was about to begin.
No more would I live as a once good samaritan.
To think before this, I was a confirmed vegetarian.
Now destined to hunt human prey by night,
Relishing the moment of that fatal first bite.
Down a dark deserted alley, I hatched a simple plan;
To watch for the arrival of a single woman or man.
Perched on a fire escape, it was there I awaited.
I hoped it wasn't someone to whom I was related.
But as my hunger grew, it didn't really matter.
I longed for the carnage and arterial splatter.
Soon there came the sound of staggering shoes.
It was a tall lanky man, clearly reeking of booze.
As soon as he neared, I pounced from above.
He puked on my chest and gave me a shove.
I fell on my back, as he ran from the scene.
Now jumping to my feet, I had to come clean.
This dirty deed wouldn't be as easy as I thought.
Could it be from the lessons I was never taught?
How does one kill for the very first time?
I was feeling quite ill and covered in slime.
I hurried back home, for a badly needed shower;
Then glancing at the clock, I noticed the hour.
Time was ticking down towards the coming of dawn.
I had to rethink my tactics and muster my brawn.
Two blocks over, I spied a lonely old maiden,
With a cane in her hand; and a purse that was laden.
I crept up from behind with cunning, stealth, and grace.
Spinning around, she screamed; and pepper sprayed my face.
Dropping to my knees, with eyes burning and red;
I prayed there was someone close, that was easily bled.
After deciding not to tolerate any tit-for-tat,
I finally gave up; and drank the neighbor's cat.
(continued)
Checking every overpass they came upon
But they never found him.
They went to the pantry that he had spoken of
But the folks there said that no one like him had come in that day
And that they hadn't sold any portable gas cans.
They gave all the supplies to the local shelter
And the young lady checked many times in the weeks to come
But the man was never found.
She began to wonder at times if she had imagined the whole thing
If maybe the car had stalled and she'd fallen asleep
Then dreamed the whole thing and awakened to continue on.
Slowly, over time, it passed from her thoughts.
Then, late that Spring she took her car to the self-wash near her apartment
And when she started to wash the rear end of her car
She noticed something unusual ...
There, in the dirty film on her rear bumper, was a message
A finger-written message of Christmas kindness that simply read:
"No worries - your angel is watching"
She got in her car and drove off with a smile
And a very warm heart ...
Leaving the dirty bumper just the way it was.
* SIXTH PLACE in "The Good Samaritan" Poetry Contest, Craig Hawkins, Sponsor. *
I once suffered a strong arm robbery on a dark Chicago street. Halfway down the block, I saw two young men turn the corner and headed in my direction. That had never happened before, and I could not have outrun them if I wanted to. So I proceeded and faced them head-on, accepting whatever was coming my way. Afraid and speechless after being robbed of $90, I continued my duties for the night. Why did I go home, refresh myself, and proceed to continue my assigned task in spite of my fears?. You don't always know why, but sometimes, you just do ''it" anyway.
On another occasion, a gentleman said to me, "Don't you know that you are in 'the snake pit?" Again, although calm and sounded no alarms, I feared great bodily harm. And just in the nick of time, a good Samaritan from the neighborhood came to my rescue, demanding that I be left alone.
I was guilty of trying to make a difference in the lives of drug addicts and spent many hours pleading with them to make a change. Doubtless, I was guilty of introducing Christ to the inner city people of Chicago. During the late 60's and early 70's, I was frequently found on streets in danger zones and in high rise housing projects.
I knew the danger that I constantly faced as I went many times alone in places I had to go. In spite of the fear of real danger, I proceeded anyway. I'm not the bravest person around, not a fighter, nor do I carry weapons, but on many occasions I have forced myself in the midst of my fears, to walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I knew that God was with me, but I must confess, I was still afraid and feared evil. However, I refused to allow the fear of evil to arrest, captivate, imprison, and hold me hostage.
09182018PoSoupContest, Mid Sept 2018 Premiere, Brian Strand Psalm 23
Celluloid produces, like robots, many superheroes,
Who, like rat-snakes, in real life, is cowardice zeroes;
A Tamil-hero, for instance, catches flying bullets,
Re-sends them and massacres many villains, like pullets...!
There's heaven-hell difference betwixt real life and reel,
Though both, for human life, are like vehicles and their wheel;
As savior of the victim drowning, the reel hero acts,
Real hero saves the drowning and protects moral pacts...!
Superhero is a bolt; millions of armies in one;
Police, thieves, engineers, doctors... all into a stern-gun;
Phoenix Jones was Good-Samaritan in fantasy form,
Doing good to the troubled, was his genuine norm...!
Benjamin John Francis Fodor (less known), born in Texas,
Witnessed vandalism involving cool criminal nexus;
Common public, to crimes, like buffaloes, stood feeling-less,
They witnessed incidents; did nothing; stood as though helpless...!
Son's legs sliced; car broken; neither for his nor his son's sins;
Friend assaulted; he found his surroundings once again in ruins;
Trying desperately to reach the safe-guarders of law,
Left looted, found a mask fall on him filling him with awe...!
It's with this mask he took his new birth into Phoenix Jones,
Designed appealing outfits that suited his skin and bones;
Prowled around like a lion, breaking, cracking and thrashing,
Harming the criminals; not the innocent kids splashing...!
He patrolled in streets of Seattle voluntarily,
Destroyed criminals, like lion or tiger, merrily;
Fed the hungry; clothed the naked; sheltered the shelter-less,
He wished the entire humanity to grow fetter-less...!
His actions, (full of good intentions) inspired young and old,
To the Superhero Movement many their names enrolled;
Thanatos, Nyx... many such real life heroes stood still,
Taking oath to clean the society, of its evil...!
14 August 2022
Superhero or Supervillain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
I have embarked on a journey
The wandering spirit is upon me
My heart and soul are fixed
My legs are hungry for a walk
All my pains are gone
My only pr-occupation is to keep on moving
Keep on moving to where the spirit directs
My eyes are closed but my mind is made up
You wandering spirit lead me on
Would this journey lead me to my destination?
I do not know but I do hope so
Lord lead me on to wherever you direct
I cannot afford to look back now
Cause I have been stuck there for eternity
I must keep on moving
To keep an appointment with fate
Destitution had always been my companion
Poverty had always dogged my very existence
Loneliness had brought me nothing but misery
As I sat daily under the tree of abandonment
I have set out on a journey
A journey of no return
I must keep on moving
I must not retreat I must not give up
I have been fooled around for so long
Waiting for the pie to fall
But all was a dream and a mirage
I must keep on moving
I waited for a Good Samaritan to pull my chestnuts from fire
However, the wait was too long
I must keep on moving
I must move to possess my possession
I have taken my destiny in my hands and heart
Because no one could do it for me
Now I am free
I have been liberated
Clear cut goal has set me free
Determination has given me victory
Conviction has made me a winner
Persistence has given me success
Rise today from your doldrums
Keep on moving
Success is in your hands
Failure is by choice
Keep on moving and never look back!
(This is a fictional poem)
I got mugged and I was beten, stabbed and left to die.
I couldn't get any help from the people who walked by.
As I laid there dying, things looked pretty grim.
When people walked past, they said "the hell with him."
I'm not sure how many people walked past, I think about seven or eight.
How human beings can be so callous is hard for me to contemplate.
I thought I'd never see my family again.
But suddenly I was saved by a good samaritan.
I nearly bled to death after the mugger stabbed me with his knife.
But the good samaritan rushed me to the hospital and saved my life.
It was just like that story in the Bible.
I owe everything to that man who is wonderful.
Form:
"Woman raises over $315K for homeless veteran . . ." ABC News Nov '17
A homeless man with only twenty dollars to his name,
a sincere good Samaritan with no designs on fame,
observed a stranded woman near the interstate one night
and knew he had to be the one to remedy her plight.
When she remained in her locked car, just as he asked, he went,
to buy a can of gasoline. She must have thought God sent
an angel to her rescue. She and many more would show
they could be good Samaritans as well, and all would know
compassion thrives in many hearts. No matter how stone-cold
the world may seem, there still remain those willing to be bold
in giving. Kate McClure set up a GoFundMe account;
a throng of caring people raised a sizeable amount.
They want to see this ex-fire fighter/vet back on his feet.
They feel that Johnny Bobbitt rates a life beyond the street.
Sometimes one person’s actions serve as catalysts that lead,
as in this case, to numerous kind and noteworthy deeds.
Topic 6: Newspaper Headline
Johnny Bobbitt, age 34 at the time, was also a paramedic. He fell on hard
times due to personal issues.
April 26, 2018, entered in Jamie Pan's Interesting Contest 3