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Sung in the key of G,
starting on D above middle C,
all notes at or above that D,
with ^ denoting the D 1 octave up:
D-B-B-A-G-F-G-A
A-C-C-B-A#-B
C-D^-D^-C-B-C-E-A
G-F-D-B-A-G
I love to sing the sto-r-ies*
Of Jesus, come to earth
Of his great con-de-sce-n-sion*
and Mary’s virgin birth.
I love to tell the stories
Of when he was a boy
They found him in the temple
His Father was his joy
Of calling his disciples,
His ministry began
“You can all set your nets aside
For now, we fish for men.”
The stories of his healing
The crippled, lame and blind
And how he gladly did them
A greater work in mind
He loved to tell us parables
The kingdom there within
Which some received, and others, not
He knew the hearts of men
I love to tell the stories
They nailed him to a tree
And though the cross was horrid,
He, precious, died for me
How on that blessed morning
He rose up from the grave
The stone was rolled, He was not there
Yes, that one is my fave
And how he then ascended
For all were there to see
And how he sits at God’s right hand
And intercedes for me
When he ascended heavenly,
We weren’t left in the lurch
He sent his Spirit on that day
And thus, He formed the church
I love to tell the stories
of Jesus Christ, my king
and when I tell these stories
I cannot help but sing
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*first and third lines sung with 8 beats
Everybody is sick at my daughter's house, so I took my grandchild to school today. We like to sing, this came out. I know this is some old hymn tune, but I don't know what it is. I also don't know how to specify the octave with which a note is associated...
Going to get a “haircut” today
Actually getting all of them cut
Cutting just one would hardly be noticed
Now I'm being quite a silly nut
There's many other sayings similar to this
English is overloaded I find
Wanna hear others that I've discovered
Well stay tuned it'll “blow your mind”
“Keep your nose to the grindstone”
Now THAT'S gotta smart I'd say
See what I mean, don't follow this advice
You'll feel pain from here to Sunday
How about this one, “eye candy”
It certainly has me bamboozled
“Less is more” is another that's confusing
Looking for others for your perusal
Here's another, “left in the lurch”
Pretty sure they meant left in the “church”
“Dead as a doornail” as dead as you can be
Gonna do a little more research
To “peter out” means to dwindle away
Has a certain sexual connotation
Put it back in, it's a public place
You'll be arrested for excessive potation
“I rest my case”, now here's another one
Wasn't even carrying a case
Okay gonna “put this thing to bed”
Yikes! Can't wipe this grin from my face!
POTATION
• the action of drinking something
esp. Alcohol: I intend to abstain from potation.
• (often potations) a drinking bout:
the dreadful potations of his youth
Going to get a “haircut” today
Actually getting all of them cut
Cutting just one would hardly be noticed
Now I'm being a silly nut
There's many other sayings similar to this
English is overloaded I find
Wanna hear some others I've discovered
Well stay tuned it'll blow your mind
“Keep your nose to the grindstone”
Now THAT'S gotta smart I'd say
See what I mean, don't follow this advice
You'll feel pain from here to Sunday
How about this one, “eye candy”
It certainly has me bamboozled
“Less is more” is another that's confusing
Looking for others for your perusal
Here's another, “left in the lurch”
Pretty sure they meant left in the “church”
“Dead as a doornail” as dead as you can be
Gonna do a little more research
To “peter out” means to dwindle away
Has a certain sexual connotation
Put it back in, it's a public place
You'll be arrested for excessive potation
“I rest my case”, now here's another one
Wasn't even carrying a case
Okay gonna “put this thing to bed”
Yikes! Can't wipe this grin from my face!
© Jack Ellison 2013
POTATION
• the action of drinking something, esp. Alcohol:
I intend to abstain from potation.
• (often potations) a drinking bout:
the dreadful potations of his youth.
To be predicted means that you’re the fruition,
Of a rational process, effortful and determined;
We can all predict that someone will soon cure cancer,
And so Jesus was foretold as medicine’s romancer.
The name Jesus Christ means predicted saviour,
And Isaiah 53 verse 5 states that he definitely would be,
Wounded by the government for the people’s freedoms,
But that because of his wounds society would be superior.
Those who were intelligent just before Jesus came,
Felt a wave of change in the medical field,
Where doctors only treated the families of the rich:
The intelligent said that such a wave would equality yield.
When Christ was stressed out, about to be arrested,
He forsook his medical mind and surrendered all to god;
You can see that the god thing is for trials by government,
Or today, trials by society when your stance is not odd.
Upon arrest, the soldiers wanted Jesus of Nazareth,
Not Jesus the son of god, or the Jesus of any divinity tribe,
And Jesus simply replied to them “I am he,” squarely and plainly,
Unlike at his trial, where for speech he had to be bribed.
The allegation was indeed productivity in profession,
His work skill, which came and grew from his family roots;
He got much social power from his healings and exorcisms,
As he had learnt the joinery trade well, had invented new shoots.
Caiaphus asked if he was a king from the miracles he did,
Miracles of course being new methods and techniques,
And he replied to Pilate that god, the church and he himself,
Determine his actions, that their lee-way is his health.
Jesus was popular at church, not amongst the government,
So it was informally considered to be his validator;
The question was whether the people still saw state over church,
For common order to be maintained and not left in the lurch.
He knew he would die for the good he had done in life,
So inaugurated communion to remember his cause:
Loving the weaker, lower ones no matter who they are,
Saying everyone should know that personally in applause.
The Passion of the Christ film 2004 used.
When I was growing up in Brooklyn,
Which was way back when,
We’d always get just what we needed
In the Five and Ten:
Cosmetics, stockings, pots and pans,
Greeting cards and games;
Curtains, tablecloths and vases,
Clothes and picture frames.
Sundries (who knew what they were?),
45’s and candy;
Mops and brooms and other things
A housewife would have handy.
It was fun to browse the aisles
With friends right after school,
And sometimes have a malted
Sitting on a fountain stool.
The Five and Tens have shut their doors;
New stores cannot compare.
I sometimes need an item
That I can’t find anywhere.
Of course, there is the internet
To help me in my search,
But in the Five and Dime, I’d never
Be left in the lurch.
"Constant chimes and chimes of a bell
Connect men with their inner self
And create a state of marvel”
By the poet
Written 7 December 2023
Bells Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
The Bells of Nativity
On this night of Nativity
Of the Lord`s Only Divine Son
Let bells of creativity
Chime to the tune of the season;
On this night of Nativity
Let bells ting atop all churches
And with clinks of deep unity
Let no man be left in the lurch;
On this night of Nativity
Let bells ting to spread love afar
From the crest of the Trinity
To brighten man`s life like a star.
On this night of Nativity
Let bells tinkle to convey peace
With the white shine of purity
That man may experience His bliss;
On this night of Nativity
Let bells rhyme the Words of the Lord
For the gem of fraternity
To the deepest one can afford;
On this day of Nativity
Let us mark it as Christmas day
With jingle bells of piety
The Twenty-Fifth December Day.
It makes me so sad
To see people afraid
But the governor called a lockdown
And it must be obeyed
I've got the COVID-19, the pandemic Coronavirus blues
And I'm getting more depressed whenever I turn on the news.
The stores ran out of sanitizer
And I felt like I was throttled
When the cheapest price online
Was $20 a bottle
So I went down to the pub
To get some space to think
But all the bars were closed
And I couldn't even get a drink!
I've got the COVID-19, the pandemic Coronavirus blues
And I get more depressed whenever I turn on the news.
It's been weeks since I've seen pals
And now I'm left in the lurch
I got dressed up Sunday morning
But I couldn't go to church
Everybody's staying home now
And there's not a car on the street
And I can't even talk to you
Unless I'm standing back six feet!
I've got the COVID-19, the pandemic Coronavirus blues
And I get more depressed whenever I turn on the news.
PROLOGUE
The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,
illuming evening’s negligees
With braided curls she swirls and sways,
and flits and floats in light ballets
APOLOGUE
A Flame, to conquer creeping fog,
flew dancing towards a random log
Her flight perplexed a leery frog
beside a silent somber bog
The Flame, a ripple, all alone
alit on leaves where birds had flown
The aching twigs began to moan
A rising breeze began to groan
The Flame arrayed an ancient oak
with torrid tongues and veils of smoke
A beaver bailed, the dam had broke
The leery frog soon ceased to croak
The Flame uncoiled and lashed midair,
consuming crowns with utmost care
A crazed coyote fled her lair,
left in the lurch bewildered bear
The Flame, unfurled, went wild and grew,
enkindled cats and caribou
Remaining... not a residue,
as reeking vapors bade adieu
The Flame revealed her strength unshackled
Flora, fauna crisped and crackled
Fire Witches clucked and cackled
One more forest stripped, then hackled
EPILOGUE
The arsonists were well aware
the Flame would travel everywhere
The weirs are gone, the land is bare,
and soon you’ll find a city there
I know a place where we can go,
There, its ok to be different you know.
Don’t worry, they will let us in.
They won’t notice the colour of our skin.
Nobody will care if my skin is white,
This place is really out of sight.
There’s always a place for us to sit.
They’ll always make sure we feel we fit.
It’s a nice place if you are feeling blue.
A good place to go if you are happy too.
As you enter you might hear a song,
Everyone’s welcome to sing along.
It’s always open, no locked door.
All can enjoy if you’re rich and even poor.
There’s always a bloke who tells stories.
Relates from a book about holy glories.
They offer help if you’re left in the lurch.
Always welcome any day in God’s church.
JILTED
He stood there at the altar,
The best man by his side,
Awaiting the arrival
Of his beautiful, blushing bride.
The vicar was getting anxious:
They should have started at four.
The organist extemporised,
Until she appeared at the door.
An usher kept a lookout
For the bridal limousine
But came back in and told them
It was nowhere to be seen
At five o’clock they gave up
And everyone filed from the church,
Leaving the groom to ponder
Why he’d been left in the lurch.
But she hadn’t meant to jilt him,
He found, after making some calls.
For he had been at St. Andrew’s
And she had gone to St’ Paul’s