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T hanks now Our God we give you praise, glorious is your name.
Holy Father we give thanks to an expression of our gratitude.
And we worship in free will while installing.
Never regretting our confessing celebrating goodness in song in praise.
Keeping praise yet always worshipping God in earnest prayer.
Saving souls while still giving praise glorify God's greatness, thanks to God
6/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
2nd Place placement in the contest
THANKS-ACROSTIC Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
1 Chronicles 29:13
Psalm 19-20
Psalm 95:1-7
The groom will keep his name
whilst she will change hers
to his. We talked over these things
as we constructed a home
that would become home to the new couple.
Some laughed when they asked us
to construx the place.
We put four corners up using poles
we used untreated lumber
interconal and external leaving the walls hollow
we used cobb to fill the walls
we found it best to
construx in quarters
building
to where the bottom of the window would be
and then ramming the cobb into the agapes.
we used cob and concrete
and drove rebar into the softened material.
we put concrete blocks and slabs of stones
in the pre dug trenches
and pour concrete in the bottom before
we began constructing box type walls
that we packed from the ground
and nailed them in place using
the bobcat.
separating the two materials allowed us to
save time by separating the cobb
which meant both parts could cure
separate and we could
continue work
not worrying about overloading the wall
and allowing errors.
we put a barn type roof on using tin and plyboards.
we used a faux stone decorative brick
on the exterior
the place looked authentic and brick.
Inside we used a natural stone ledger panels
to give a Desert look to the inside.
Certain areas inside used sheetrock
which we used mitered edged We cedar
and stained and shelaced the wood
and painted the sheetrock a cream color.
the center of the place had rammed earth walls
four walls that didn't touch but were
join together
using pallet wood
from the floor to the ceiling.
the pallet wood had been treated
with borax and stained.
we explored building topless and bottomless boxes.
and drilling holes
in the dirt
installing poles
and places the boxes around the poles
and filling them wi cob
on our next project
we'd use the same system
to creat rooms with this structure.
and would use te
large beams to
create a roof.
that would use both plyboard and tin.
sixteen by sixteen
centered windows
Here’s a story of a nation called Freedonia
It has a neighboring country known as Sylvania
Freedonia’s richest woman is Mrs. Teasdale.
The country is bankrupt, and without her help will fail.
New government has been in place, but to no avail.
She then calls for the president’s prompt resignation.
This rich woman wants someone else in this position.
She insists on installing Rufus T. Firefly
Mrs. Teasdale sees in this man someone to rely
on in Freedonia’s awful moment of despair.
However, Firefly makes things worse off everywhere.
While Mrs. Teasdale is being wooed by Firefly,
Ambassador Trentino also gives her a try.
He hopes that his country can control Freedonia
if he marries her, and takes her back to Sylvania.
This Trentino plants a spy known as Chicolini
He is followed by a silent spy who’s called Pinky.
Together, they try to get vital information
on Firefly, and his inept administration.
What happens next is a funny abomination.
Before you know it, there is war between each nation.
So how do the Freedonians secure a victory?
All I have to say is: "Just watch the movie".
Based on the Marx Brothers 1933 movie "Duck Soup"
In a field that once was green, now building takes its place.
An apartment and four stores that are having a race
To be the first one that will open so the parking is laid down
And this becomes, very quickly, the start of an innovative new town.
Soon the train ads more track and a station is raised.
And the cars, for all the people, will need roads to be paved.
A small boy and his dog meander by the stores
But he feels like something’s missing, something that was there before.
So, he strides to the mayor’s office and requests to see her that very day.
And the mayor listens to him and she likes what he had to say.
About one month later, he notices his idea becoming true.
All along the paved road they are installing something new.
It’s a path, leading to a common that is bursting with beautiful flowers, bushes and some trees.
Soon the birds alight, then the squirrels arise, then appear the buzzing bumblebees.
In a field that once was green a small town grew and grew.
Thanks to a young boy and a fine mayor there is now some green, too.
In darkest night when evil creeps,
when shadows hide where hatred peeps.
I rise to earth from Hades hole
to quench Hell’s thirst on virgin soul.
The sweet smell rises to my nose
of godliness from head to toes,
of those I seek to fill my lust,
to take away their heavenly trust.
For when this night has turned to day
foul nightmares show I’ve been their way.
For in their sleep I’ll rape their mind
and leave my marks for them to find.
I take their bodies and their soul,
fill every crevice, take control.
My master’s wishes guide my way,
my victim’s terror is my pay.
Content to see I’ve laid the seed,
installing hate in every deed.
These sickly mortals know I’ve been,
from God to Devil in one dream.
I wander far and roam the land,
there’s none off limits to my hand.
In mosque and church I’ve spread my word,
your silly symbols so absurd.
So please relax at dead of night,
tucked up in bed so warm and tight.
Imagine you are safe and sound,
while I have fun and call around!
Ivor G Davies
Absence as I hear them calling
Broken as I feel them falling
Cardiac as it's stalling
Darkness has me crawling
Endeavoring to its installing
Fevered by enthralling
Giving into it appalling
Heartfelt gifts sprawling
Individual love is worth mauling
Jointly our worth is stalling
Kissing my lips, befalling
Loving her, a load I'm hauling
Missing us forever recalling
No joy in finding the end
Openness only serves to offend
Patience is just pretend
Quietly wanting more than a friend
Reliving does not allow us to transcend
Seeking solutions, don't bend
Time there's none left to extend
Unbelievably easy to condescend
Viciousness has no way to amend
Wanting left no desire to attend
Xenomorphic this relationships bookend
You had every chance girlfriend
Zero desire is left to be penned
A Forms And Words Challenge Poetry Contest
20th February 2023
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
BECAREFUL WITH INSTALLING
XBOX SYSTEMS TO SMART
TVS HACKERS ARE WAITING
TO HACK INTO YOUR WIFI
HACKING INTO EMAILS SAD
PLACE THE BEST THING IS
TO TO BUY THE ORIGINAL
BALLY MS PAC MAN THEY
DO NOT NEED A WIFI ACCOUNT
MY TV EXPLODED MY
GRANDSON IN TEARS AS
CORRUPTION TERRORISES
US ONCE AGAIN DATA
BREACHES ON 7 YEAR OLD
CHILDREN VERY SCARY I AM
NOW STUCK ON A BREATHING
MACHINE PANIC ATTACKS IN
MY SLEEP I CAN ACTUALLY HEAR
STALKERS HACKER EXTRACTING
DATA FROM MY BRAIN THERE
ARE TIMES I FORCE MYSELF
TO ENTER CAVES UNDER THE
MOUNTAINS OF ISREAL I AM
SURROUNDED BY KINGS OF
JERUSALEM I FEEL SAFE AWAY
FROM STALKERS DOMESTIC
TERRORISTS FEAR AND PANIC
MY HEART IS QUITE ENLARGED
AGAIN CHEST HURT RIBS SWOLLEN
AS MY ANXIETY REACHES AN
ODD POINT KNOW THESE KILLERS
WERE DESPERATE ENOUGH TO
HACK MY GRANDSONS VIDEO
GAME SYSTEM ALLAH ARKBAR
ONLY ISIS TERRORISTS WOULD
ATTACK A 7 TEAR OLDS XBOX
FOR SPORT LEAVING THREATS
KILLED IN ACTION PRISONER OF WAR
P.O.W K.I.A BY AN XBOX GAME U.S.A
CORRUPTION FEASTING ON VIETNAM
VETERAN AND THIER FAMILIES
COMPLETE TERROR IN AMERICA
TWISTED THREATS INVASION OF
PRIVACY SEVERE CIVIL RIGHTS
BREACH LAWLESSNESS CARRIED
OUT ON A VIDEO GAME SYSTEM
HOW SAFE ARE WE HERE
VULNERABLE TO HACKERS
BULLIES IDENTITY THIEVES
My Home Now has a Red Light
By Franklin Price
2/25/2018
My home now has a red light
To say that it's gun free
So criminals are not concerned
When they come for mine and me
I put a sign upon my front door
It's unlocked, just come on in.
In the fridge there is a snack for you
To not eat would be a sin
The jewelry's in the wall safe
Lots of cash, for you, it's free
It's behind our hallway mirror
The combination's 123
The labels on the windows
About a monitored alarm
Are only signs to scare you
Would never want to bring you harm
If you believe these words I've written
You must think I'm really dumb
My neighbors all have weapons
In the homes where I come from
We're all installing red lights
And putting labels on the glass
Come in our unlocked front doors
And we'll put lead in your dumb ass
A few years ago I was installing carpet in someone's house and a little girl approached me and started asking me questions. A few minutes went by and she had told me that she had a hermit crab that had just died the night before. She had Hermit for 3-1/2 years and she was truly saddened by his death. So on my lunch break I wrote her this poem to cheer her up. Half way through she and her mother started bawling. Thank goodness by the time I was finished they both had smiles. I received two big hugs that day and one great feeling!
I met a girl named Emily
She was prettier than gold
She had a little hermit crab
That was almost four years old
He came out of his shell one day
And he said, "It's time to go
I'm going up to heaven now
And I thought that you should know
I wanted to tell you, Emily
Because I know how much you care
So, when you go to bed tonight
Please say a little prayer"
A carpenter’s daughter am I but I do so love music.
So I built myself a lap dulcimer
of fine wild cherry and walnut;
I used my late Father’s old jigsaw,
cutting each plank into an elongated guitar shape.
Into the fingerboard, I measured, cut and hammered fret wire and carefully rasped away the roughened metal edges,
so I could play without any harm.
I sanded each one to a velvety caress,
steamed wood, shaped, and clamped sides into place;
a future musical vision, not just a typical hog fiddle but,
a fine tranquilizing music box.
On the top, I cut out flying birds and wood-burned, curly, swirling vines. I glued it all together carefully;
making sure to wipe down all of the sides.
When it was dry, I varnished it and then I sanded more.
So many layers brought out the woods luster.
No words explain the joy inside as my heartstrings did began to flutter.
Installing the pegs to hold the strings;
I carefully placed my screws then turning, turning carefully until they were solid there;
I adhered my bridge to the top.
Upon it then, I placed my strings;
adjusting the bridge, and tuned it up.
Oh, glorious be, such celestial sound
as across the strings, I dragged my thumb.
Such a magnificent harmonic thing;
ah, the way those strings had rung.
Off to YouTube I did go, for lessons I knew I’d find;
and when I play my dulcimer, it’s serenity sublime!