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He entered this world through humble means.
When baby Jesus cried he was amongst
the animals.
He came to save a dying world in need of
a savior.
He walked the streets sharing the gospel
of love.
He was amongst them and they knew him
not.
They spit, mocked and lied on him.
And sentenced him to death.
What was his crime?
His crime was love, (He loved God)
For it written in John 3:16
16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. NIV
God loved the world, and he loved God
But who was this man?
He Was:
The prince of peace
The bright and morning star
The Good Shepherd
The Son Of David
Lord of Lords
Bread of life
King Of Kings
Although he was all those things, he was the
son of God, he gave his life for you and me.
* Inspired by the “ Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am”
contest
4-24-2021
Stand for truth, righteousness, common sense, and personal Responsibility. To handle the truth, one must be certain of the truth and what it Entails. Truth is not to be sat on, lied on, spit on, but totally relied upon Continually. Righteousness proceeds from God; if he is left out of the equation, it Fails. There is no righteousness but values clarification, no absolutes, Conformity.
Common sense, disguised and despised, is a luxury too few even care About. Personal responsibility, a Divine assignment being arrogantly Sabotaged.
Leave your mark on this world; refuse to be silenced, never giving up or Out. Disallow discouragement to wear us down, but gallantly, lead the Charge Beware the enemy; do not fear him; and about this, there can be no Doubt
Never underestimate the importance, the value of righteousness in a Nation. A defensive weapon, impenetrable wall; builds offenses, destroys Strongholds. Certain and sound intolerances, respectfully honored, avoid Devastation.
For years, we were taught that rules are made by those who hold the Gold. Overacting is unplanned reaction; victory requires a proactive Action.
Freedom demands we sit at counters that serve, not counterfeits, but Truth. Common sense, a security blanket for self-control, disallowing control by Others. Personal responsibility is a courageous choice like one made by the Biblical character of Ruth. Generally, peace and prosperity will follow us when we choose to love God and one Another. May we stand and remain standing for those eternal principles that we were taught in our Youth.
090121PS
I'm Eric Cartman and I'm an evil little *****.
My mom is poor, she certainly isn't rich.
She posed nude in a magazine because she's a Crack Whore.
She couldn't afford to buy me an IPad and that made me sore.
After I lied on DR. Phil, Apple was about to give me a Human CentiPad.
But they got an order to disassemble it and that really made me mad.
I started cursing God and he struck me with lightning.
I won't ever mess with him again, he's too frightening.
Many people hate my guts because I'm a racist punk.
When I offended a girl classmate, my ship was sunk.
She beat me up because she's a tough little Lass.
I tried to fight back but she kicked my sorry ass.
I certainly don't have a heart of gold, I'm a terrible lad.
People wonder how a nine year old boy can be so bad.
If you do something bad, I'll rat you out because I'm also a snitch.
I will not change my ways, I'll continue to be an evil little *****.
(This poem is based on the South Park cartoon.)
Dad dug some clams when I was eight,
to boil alive, to my chagrin
I heaved, contemplating their fate.
Oh, What the hell, just toss one in
he scolded me,
you can't beat free.
Dad assured me it'd taste great
but it looked like guts with no skin,
and doubtful, I stared at my plate.
Slurp it up, he said with a grin.
Gritty with sand,
it tasted bland.
I made a face at my first taste,
and my dad struggled not to laugh.
I knew he didn't like to waste,
so I gave him my other half.
Please finish mine,
it tastes divine.
It left a bitter aftertaste
and yet, I lied on my behalf,
sounding insincere in my haste.
It would have failed a polygraph
if dad had one,
but I was done.
(Posie)
8/29/2018
They, them, those people
Are lying, not relying
On God. Lying...
Every time they do
Their wicked deeds,
They blame it on God.
They don't believe in God,
So, the dirty deeds they do,
They pretend it is in
God’s plan.
Once again then you
We’re not listening,
Poets told you to
Protect the children
Those mad scientists
Interfering with nature -
Using their knowledge,
To test God’s virtues.
They use H.A.A.R.P to
Manipulate and
Control the weather,
Now they want to
Hold their breath
And say God did it;
Because you were sinning.
Well nobody believes
In your King James tales.
Who more than black folk
Love Jesus so well.
No one is more true-
Than people of hue.
So why do you
Add insult to injury,
As you oft times do.?
just like "Katrina
You blamed that on God too.
Man, is so smart he can go
To the moon (really)?
Drastically changing weather...
Manipulation with harpoons.
But you can't build a reliable
Dyke in the 21st century.
So, all that was God’s fault?
Why didn't you rescue the people?
Oh, I know, God told you not to.
Lying on God again
Be careful America...
When the food is scarce,
And our seeds are altered,
None to spare.
But we still need clean air and
Clean water: Don't forget, medical
Attention can be withheld.
Why are you still buying;
Fake Gucci, fur coats,
And Korean hair?
Why are you not planting?
And storing or
Preparing for another
Blackout or worse?
Even though you pray and go to church.
Then again you didn't take heed
Ignored the warnings.
So now, blame God and ask God why ...
God why- why you didn't save me?
He’ll then will tell you ...I tried!
I sent a poet to tell you,
But you listened to those
who blamed me, and lied.
You should know that you are
the last people I would hurt.
The wicked ones know
That poets are
The new prophets.
These liars are propelled by
Tricks and greed.
Then a voice said to them...
“If from the poets
you had only taken heed”.
I am God and they lied on me.
If they’ll lie on me, “God said
“What makes you
think they won't lie on you? “
“You had better recognize”
“You had better know it “
God said-
“I sent you a poet"
“I sent you a poet”.
Where were you?
____the days were dark
abyssal nights
Swallowing my love
when his soul was leaching;
fading into nothing
Where were you?
when he lied on his head,
stood with his tongue
and shed blood;his eyes
Pleading for mercy
in the filthy hands of devii
where was thy Divine power?
__spring of eternal water
for the thirst of soul
when his tongue was dry
Darting in and out
Counting seconds for him
to leave the earth
where were thy eagle eyes?
that watch thy lamb's feet
... ground they step on
and whatsoever comes forth
where were thy sharp ears?
when he was groaning
___deep pains and agony
fighting demonic diseases
where were thy healing hands?
that were not laid on him__
Until he flew away
like a bird and never returned.
Oh! God where is he....
©MZEE MACH
I like you
did I really say that out loud?
she did not look at me
walking in silence, no eye contact
As we approached her yard she motion with her hand to stop
and she ran into her house slamming the door
being thirteen was awkward
twelve was better, girls were still yucky then
She avoided me, I was over her my first crush
days went by and I was walking home from school
the alley was my shortcut
out of nowhere hands grabbed me
hit me, slapped me, punched me and knock me down
it was Billy sixteen in love with her, she was young for him
He kicked me in the stomach as I lied and spit on me
warned me if I even thought of her
He would kill me, funny I was believing him right then
as he walked away I heard myself saying out loud
You dumb bastard jealous much, you better run
Billy came back and kicked me repeatedly in the stomach
I had nothing to say when he left the second time
too busy puking
Snook into the house, washed up in the bathroom
went into my bedroom, locked the door, shut the window
Locked it too, and lied on my back staring at the ceiling
said the F word just once but long and slow
Made me feel somewhat better, not, alone lyng in my bed
frozen stiff body aching and my heart confused
So this is love
Love sucks!
Marriage is a joke.
Under moonlight we spoke of an exchange of new sensations;
In the secrets of loves code, we created a conversation.
Into a series of unknown’s, we allowed ourselves to fall
And all in the hope of finding ourselves in love.
Musicians know the score is strumming my pain away;
If a she-devil wants to take me for a ride, then I shall happily go.
We are all lonely on the inside and waiting for just one big day;
Congratulations to you all! I shall raise a toast!
To the bride and groom;
Let their love be doomed!
To the drunk father of the bride; have another drink!
To the best man, the worst of us all.
Get on with it, we need to consume,
This terrible food the groom’s mother has made;
What is this?
Is this really true love? It will never last.
I give it a month before they are creeping behind your back.
Again she smiles, in denial,
Like she did when she first lied, on the day that you first met.
Now she is losing you from her memory; a drink and kiss takes it all.
She could have stayed with you,
But the more you do, the less is said.
A regular in a pub and a regular in love;
The last time you truly loved, it broke your heart; remember that?
Oh look there is your new love, being asked to dance;
Put a slow record on, get nice and close
And forget the love that you have.
She wants new things;
New lovers and a new reason to smile.
So your love is no more
And this thing you have always believed in, will only last a little while.
Beauty is forever fading and it will soon die.
In the days of our lives,
People always do as they please and they are empty on the inside.
You will never find true love, no matter how many times you try;
The phone rings, the lie stings…
I hope you live a long and bountiful love life.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Some are like gold in your life
Some are gold-plated
Know the difference
Because this will show you the reality of life
You can be lied on
Talked about, plotted against
And still, win
Often people try to spin you in
A direction that is not linked to your purpose
Break free and see the glory of your story
Every season of life
Should give you a reason to try again!
As you retrain your mind
And remove the blind spots that
Often plague human lives
You will realize that you are stronger than the storm
Getting up and trying again should be the norm so
Know who is gold and who is gold-plated in your life
This will make a difference
Because this will show you the reality of life
Yet in the end, you can be lied on
Talked about, plotted against
And still, win
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Saturday afternoon with a few moments to kill
Took a ride by the park up on Dutch Hill
My mind went back to a time and place
When I wore a little boy’s smile on my face
So much had changed since those innocent days
I drifted back through the years where a child plays
I played in the sandbox and rode the swing
Climbed the monkey bars in the Early Spring
I remembered church picnics and being there after dark
Playing cowboys and Indians with my friends in the park
We rode the sliding board and climbed in the trees
Spraining our ankles and skinning our knees
Sometimes we gazed at the stars while we lied on the ground
Or tried to see how fast we could push the merry go round
We learned from each other as we grew up back then
And drifted apart as we became women and men
We played from sun up until it was dark
The best years of our lives were spent at the park