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her name is not even mentioned in the Holy Scriptures
but the widowed woman who gave two mites left a lasting picture
when no one mentions their name most people get put out
but who cares about a name as long as God's business you're about?
as quick as she was mentioned in the text she was gone
but she left us a legacy on which to build on
it's not about you giving in a big flashy way
it's not about giving grudgingly and then proudly walking away
it's not about the Pastor calling out the amount of money you've given
it's about giving from the heart and how in Christ you're living
Jesus pointed out this woman's deed as something we all should discern
to give freely and sacrificially is what He wanted His Disciples to learn
to give your last two cents, what would it mean to you?
she gave her last two cents, would you give yours freely too?
in the Biblical days there was no such thing as Social Security
most widowed women lived in abject poverty
but she gave all she had, she did what she could
she gave from the heart and Jesus saw that as good
but what if it were you in the same position
what would you do? what would be your decision?
your last two cents coming from your heart
your last two cents priceless in the eyes of God
to give from the inside in tune with your spiritual self
as giving from the heart is not measured by one's wealth
as those who give thousands they tend to do it just for show
but to give your two cents worth is how you spiritually grow
so what motivates you when it comes to the Lord Christ?
what is the underlying provocation that rules your life?
the amount of money that you give is what mankind uses to measure
but the motivation for giving is the thing that God treasures
God can't use what you give if it's not freely given
it matters not the amount it's about how you're living
we want God to bless us but to Him we rob and short-change
He only asks for ten percent and even that we can't seem to maintain
we wonder why what we pray on doesn't seem to manifest
yet we aren't willing to put our two cents worth to the test
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the blessings of the Lord add wealth without troubles
the blessings of the Lord only by Him can be doubled
your two cents worth would you give it to God?
your two cents worth make sure its coming from the heart
A post from the past.....just trying to put down all the ones I have written but deleted when I left the site for a while......this is almost too long, but I couldn't find which animal or insect to eliminate.....
Gardens attract a number of guests,
Some are welcomed, some are pests-
Let’s peek inside to get a view,
Of what these guests are really up to-
Honey bees pollinate, wasps sting,
Mosquitoes suck, song birds sing-
Crickets chirp, caterpillars putter,
Grasshoppers jump, butterflies flutter-
Aphids cluster, ladybugs twirl,
Katydids hop, pill bugs curl-
Owls hoot, peacocks prance,
Fruit ripens, damselflies dance-
Leaves sprout, dragonflies catch,
Shrubs grow, chipmunks fetch-
Trees shade, breezes blow,
Blossoms bloom, fireflies glow-
Moths destroy, hummingbirds drink,
Earthworms chew, stinkbugs stink-
Ants march, slugs cleave,
Turtles saunter, spiders weave-
Fish swim, lizards climb,
Toads croak, snails slime-
Fleas vault, frogs leap,
Roaches scatter, millipedes creep-
Hawks soar, rabbits munch,
Snakes slither, beetles crunch-
Mites bite, moles scurry,
Walking sticks cling, termites hurry-
Mice dart, ferrets burrow,
Hedgehogs mosey, voles furrow-
Gophers tunnel, thrips rasp,
Foxes chase, grubs clasp-
Possums play dead, fruit bats roost,
Water bugs float, pirate bugs juice-
Woodchucks eat, rats devour,
Squirrels store, seedlings flower-
Gnats annoy, spittlebugs attack,
Ambush bugs take, cicadas extract-
Scaly bugs secrete, squash bugs infect,
Silkworms spin. lightning bugs inject-
Armadillos dig, water scorpions fight,
Woodborers drill, fruit flies alight-
Root maggots scarf, locusts smother,
Harlequin bugs feast, flower flies hover-
Deer nibble, cats meow,
Mealy bugs attach, dogs howl-
Antlions trap, leaf-footed bugs pierce,
Robber flies rob and hornets are fierce-
Nematodes battle, leafhoppers invade,
Cutworms clip, leafminers raid-
Psyllids drain, cabbage loopers inch,
Weevils infest, earwigs pinch-
Vines extend, doodlebugs grab,
Woodpeckers peck, assassin bugs stab-
Raccoons forage, geese parade,
Praying Mantises capture, falls cascade-
Skunks spray, branches sway,
Upon your plants an insect may lay-
Harvestmen walk, lacewings feed,
Some of these guests your garden needs!
...inspired by 'Portrait Of A Lady' by T.S. Eliot
On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it always was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light is dim, curtains at rest,
as dust mites dance, the clock ticks unobtrusively,
marking time, the chamber maids make ready for my guest,
and dust the tables, clean the silver, place the flowers perfectly.
You return from 'La Boheme,' affected by the tragedy,
emboldened by Puccini's art, transfiguring his sadness
to an everlasting theme of hope eternal, with no misery.
A small group of confederates who seize the meaning clearly,
examine his conceptions with a true and honest face,
only those who can conceptualize his grace.
And we are bereft of conversation.
The curtain falls between our faces,
we are left with little else to say.
Gone are common talk, and airs and graces,
walls have grown, and bars along the way.
Your friends have grown in stature, tried and true,
reflecting what you feel within your soul,
and you must follow them and share their view,
as long as it will bring you to your goal.
Friendship is a bond that can't be broken,
even though you dally with your heart,
you cannot spring the lock, that sacred token,
that keeps your deepest feelings true to art.
Your friends are pure disciples of your creed,
they will legitimize your need
to pave your way to conquer and succeed.
Within the mellow of the violins,
the sweetness of the celli and the horns,
I hear a tattoo beating all alone,
the tympani begin to pound
a loud crescendo of their own.
I listen, there is something out of tone.
With cigarettes and sherry, unconcerned,
we wander through the garden unaware,
take in the sights and pass without a care,
as if our similarities don't matter,
we give ourselves to nonsense, idle chatter.
Roses now are brightly blooming,
to your friends now you are calling.
I know not of what you speak,
I cannot fathom your delight.
You say: 'Try to understand my mission,
learn to trust in things unseen,
I must find what nature seeks
and fathom its eternal meaning.
Youth will never gather roses,
never see beyond the garden.'
I will stay for now, trapped in the cold.
...inspired by 'Portrait of a Lady' by T.S. Eliot
On winter days the view outside is nebulous at best,
within, the furniture is as it alway was, and I am waiting,
waiting for a glimpse of you to silence my equivocating.
Somber is my attitude, the light is dim, curtains at rest,
as dust mites dance, the clock ticks unobtrusively,
marking time, the chamber maids make ready for my guest,
and dust the tables, clean the silver, place the flowers perfectly.
You return from 'La Boheme,' affected by the tragedy,
emboldened by Puccini's art, transfiguring his sadness
to an everlasting theme of hope eternal, with no misery.
A small group of confederates who seize the meaning clearly,
examine his conceptions with a true and honest face,
only those who can conceptualize his grace.
And we are bereft of conversation.
The curtain falls between our faces,
we are left with little else to say.
Gone are common talk, and airs and graces,
walls have grown, and bars along the way.
Your friends have grown in stature, tried and true,
reflecting what you feel within your soul,
and you must follow them and share their view,
as long as it will bring you to your goal.
Friendship is a bond that can't be broken,
even though you dally in your heart,
you cannot break the bond, the sacred token,
that keeps your deepest feelings pure to art.
Your friends are true disciples of your creed,
they will legitimize your need
to pave your way to conquer and succeed.
Within the screeching of the violins,
the humming of the basses and the horns,
I hear a tattoo beating all alone,
the bass drum then begins
to pound a loud crescendo of its own.
I listen, is there something out of tone?
With cigarettes and sherry, unconcerned,
we wander through the garden unaware,
take in the sights and pass without a care,
as if our differences didn't matter,
we give ourselves to nonsense, idle chatter.
Roses now are brightly blooming,
to your friends now you are calling.
I know not of what you speak,
I cannot fathom your delight.
You say: 'Try to understand my mission,
learn to trust in things unseen,
I must find what nature seeks
and follow its eternal yearning.
Youth will never gather roses,
never see beyond the garden.'
I will stay forever in the cold.
Porkpie Jones has brittle bones, and crusted corn-filled toes,
And sleety eyes and bulgy thighs, and brillo pad elbows,
His underarms are typical farms, and reek a barnyard smell,
Its quite the place for creepy, crawly, parasites to dwell,
The ample dirt in his ears and on his head has just began to harden,
There's so much dirt on him everywhere, he could grow a flower garden,
The birds fall quickly from the sky, whenever he starts to speak,
His teeth and gums are as black as coal, and all his bone joints squeak,
He trips when he walks, spits when he talks, and spills everywhere when he drinks,
Three triple Dagwood sandwiches to him are a light snack, his decorum and etiquette
stinks...
The ground shakes when he takes a step, and cars fly when he sneezes,
And he feels free to dine and snack on anything he pleases!
The sight of water gives him chills, and soap will make him screech,
He can't fit in his bathtub, so he bathes at the beach,
Porkpie dives into his drinks, and scorns the use of cups,
And when he falls, some will laugh, but the ground starts cracking up...
He's never been able to touch his toes, he can't reach any farther than his hips,
When he bends over, its always a treat to experience a total eclipse,
His home is in disarray, it needs improvement,
Porkie Orlivander Jones scorns unnecessary movement,
He's absolutely clueless, on how to close the gate,
Or feed his starving fish, or wash his every dish,
Or vacuum his entire floor, where dust mites romp and roam,
Or change his heaping can of trash thats nearly large as Nome,
Loads of bills that he won't pay, coat his table tops,
He puts his Suitcase in his closet, right next to the lamb chops,
Porkpie never was that bright, in school he was a tease,
In fact I think his grades were so low, that he would get straight Z's!
Well we all can learn a lesson here, I'm sure that all is known,
That we must keep our appearances neat, and always brush and scrub our feet,
And be respectful when we eat, or we could all end up like Mr.
Porkpie Orlivander Alowicious Alexander GianCarlo Markowitcz Jones!!!!!
Form:
Pendelum to see the unsee able bug…
Driven mad inside your head
Mites a dancing in your bed
Toss it out also the pillow
Slept in tent wind was chilly
Tropical fowl mites so minute
Can’t really see them, not so beaut
Love to hang around your neck
Sticky tape will catch to check
Rats had got into my ceiling
Itchy bird lice I’m a feeling
Bombed the ceiling killed the lice
They came to see me once or twice
House infested with the mites
4 times sprayed, still had lice
Though they were gone
Felt them jumping still
Live nightmare unbelieveable
Pendulum I asked to see
If the mites were biting me
Is it now my imagination
Yes it said, mind elevation
So I checked each room
Divined and killed these bugs so soon
Little lesson have I learned
Trust a pendelum in me burned!....Don Johnson
I have been using a pendulum to identify where the mites are in my ceiling and the floor of the house….A pendulum can be a needle with a bit of thread held over a drawing of a room with the bed etc in it.. I use a clockwise circle as yes{as the clock hands move }and anticlock circle as no..If the pendulum moves just up and down no circle it means they are dead..YOU MAKE THE RULES FOR YOURSELF…I mark an x where the bugs are and spray them. Sometimes you feel the pull of the needle when your soul is showing you a spot yes.
This is just the same stuff as when you are divining water, and works on the invisible.
IT DOES WORK your higher self gives advice if you want it?
At 10 pm last night I tried the pendulum and found a clockwise circle in the room , so I sprayed the area…and went to bed…
At 2am I thought I was being invaded by itchy buggers felt small bites and became so convinced agitated I got up and went to the toilet…Coming back I asked the pendulum was it real And got no…I checked the bed area and the room by pendulum and got NO… bloody neurosis imagination I have been driven from my bed a dozen times before and spent bad nights …but the pendulum doesn’t lie….so convinced by the pendulum I went back to bed and slept till 7.30am…to see the unseeable….
Don Johnson April 16 2009
I would help man evolve toward God’s Dreams for this life
And not strive just for mites (some ascribe to have worth?)
(In God’s Will) let us humbly trust Grace is God’s Gift
To a sinner who can’t save himself, find our pride
In Christ’s death on the cross! True Grace lived in God’s soul
Long before time began, the Big Bang, Word made flesh
Voiced first verse, praised in song, watched creation evolve!
Life emerged from the soup of our trembling sea womb.
Is it ‘faith’ we possess that won’t question itself?
(Though no man groks God’s Glory and lives! Tells the tale!)
I don’t need you to love me, to make me a wife
(‘Joined at hip’ as they say) but to honor the earth
We all share. Those who go it alone float adrift,
Lost in space they inhabit, perhaps can’t abide
Thoughts that they might be wrong, the Samaritan’s goal
To let faith be what saves. Let’s consider afresh
Acts that give some hearts pause (give death’s tomb
Too much deference!) Clearly, in life, there’s a gulf.
But to have-nots (not haves) truth appears a white whale!
Does your vanity whisper God’s mind’s His affair?)
Once though Hydrogen gas was the engine of choice
As first stars formed, ignited, aged, burned up this gas
The next elements blossomed, as if from desire.
Gravitation evolved, too (as change prospered change).
Soon the ash of spent suns also found a new place.
Star’s waste now we call planets, these ‘wandering ones’
Are seen drifting ‘cross fixed stars, while orbiting theirs.
While the whole mess disperses, increased speed at bounds.
Once the oceans held life (with the landmasses bare)
Till some finned folk moved shoreward. God gave them a voice
As to where they might live? Or survival ‘takes brass?’
(The first landlubbers won edge in what would transpire.)
Was one dino egg saved on earth’s omelet range?
Or did Adam and Eve then evolve to lose face?
You think Noah’s son’s wives loved the ark tons and tons
When their families drowned? Did God’s son praise soft chairs?
Let me pray to stay humble while making my rounds!
Long Tooth
April 19th in 2020
All of us should know by now that there’s one race:
The Human Race. Narcissism and nepotism
Are destroying the very febrile fibers of our society
Greed and narrow-mindedness, at an increasing space
Are eroding our soil like mites devouring the mechanism
Of our ingenuity. This is odious. What a sad and sorry pity!
Freedom is about being at liberty to do things on our own
Freedom is about being in control of our destiny
Freedom is about using our God-given talent to be
And to do whatever inspires us at dust, at dawn
Or at any time to make the world a better place for all
Freedom is about exposing the lies and walking tall
While telling the truth in the best interests of the planet
Freedom is about saying it like it is, on the internet
In the newspapers, on the radio and to all the media
The nocuous system comes now and then with the craziest formula:
This one is lighter than you; that one is darker than you
This one is thinner than you; that one is bigger than you
This one is dumber than you; that one is smarter than you
This one is shorter than you; that one is taller than you
After meticulously reading the final analysis, you and I are the same
We all belong to the same Human Race, we need to be tame
In order to comply with the principles established by the Almighty
Otherwise, we become mentally dumb, vainglorious and really cocky
Freedom is about breaking the inessential chains in our brain
Freedom is about unclogging the flexible pipes of the dam
Freedom is about going straight to the sources
Freedom is about utilizing our best resources
All of us should know already that there is one race:
The Human Race. And for all, there’s plenty of space
Freedom is about improving things for a better and safer society
Freedom is about creating better filters to help the environment
Freedom is about respecting the fibers and the colors of humanity
Freedom is about enjoying the neoteric air under the firmament.
Copyright © August 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Her face was the oasis i needed to see
the sands of time draining
when i went to drink
She was gone
mirages of love filled me till i came upon the final dune
on the horizon i found abundant seas of water
turned foul with the sins of man
yet i drank nevertheless
filling me with the illusion of fulfillment
only to be depleted
tearing away pieces of my mind
yet i drank nevertheless
visions of an Angel graced me as i slept
She was all too familiar
and yet foreign
the day brought pain
wishing to see my angel
so i drank nevertheless
stumbling about the shoreline
i drank
it never filled my thirst
always fleeting
meaningless gulps graced my throat
smoke billowing from my lungs
i drank nevertheless
the Angel returned in moments of passing
time tortured me with temptations
of Her love in the night
i drank nevertheless
sins corrupting my body
as logs bearing mites
corroding, fragile segments fell away in my trails
i could see her coming
the Angel
She fled as our eyes met
leading me from the water
i tried to follow
i tried to chase
nevertheless all for waste
i drank from the water
telling myself i didn’t need Her
Her beauty welded to my eyes
i couldn't leave the shore
as my feet were stuck in shallow sands of sinking
with no rope to reach for
no help coming
nevertheless
i extended my cupped hand to the now red sea of tempt
and drank
She stopped visiting in my dreams
the songs of Her voice abandoned my ears
alone in despair
i drank nevertheless
the water like a drug
i was now dependent
Life was not the same without this nectar of satan
it ripped out my insides
nevertheless with no stomach to bare it i drank
gulps so large the sea depleted feet at a time
out of reach the water receded
only kissing the tips of my finger with the presence of a full moon
so i suckled my fingers as a babe
nevertheless
till my days fled like the sea
abandoned by the pleasure of sin
all my mind came to was the Angel
and nevertheless She was gone.
"Darkness will be preferred to light, and death will be thought more profitable than life; no one will raise his eyes to heaven; the pious will be deemed insane, and the impious wise; the madman will be thought a brave man, and the wicked will be esteemed as good." -The Prophecy of Thoth
Unwavering promise veiled lengthy devotion,
Unveiling the eyes amid his universe’s notion.
Unlacing the heavenly brightness of the sky,
Up is taken inside a magnificent nirvana fly.
Undeniably, we are only a mass of molecules.
All are formed of atoms that follow the rules.
Each atom in these mites emitted an energy wave.
These sway waves are like those in the coral cave.
Unarguably, it covers the crux of reality,
Only energy creates a split personality.
The higher self is the same for everyone.
You and me are the same under the sun.
It drifted away from our world: the universe,
defining the darkness of our primal curse.
The countless orbs will doubtless collide.
These natural laws cannot be denied.
How vast and deep is this boundless sea?
How dreadful is the length that would be?
It’s a site where nice trends may be in motion.
Massive explosions and planetary interaction
Our ubiquitous spirit opens and ends in us alone,
Our grace makes waves of the right tone.
Always stay in touch, since God is a paradise.
He is Alpha and Omega, and must apply his device.
Under the dark, there is a flow of darkness,
What we do, leaves a mark, even in blackness.
This is like a shadow that vanishes without bliss,
Overcoming bias and approaching the abyss.
The truth may put one’s mind at ease,
hearing the dramatic cosmic history of seas.
Only a tad of the cosmos, we are worthless.
We must relate this to the mood of purpose.
Written: November 1St, 2022
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