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In the club “My Quaint Rebirth”
It’s a sheltered place, so quiet
It’s a paradise on earth
Drinks are free so are the snacks
Smoking is allowed
Come inside, sit down, relax
Get your pint of stout
You don’t have to say a word
If you feel like this
Anyway your word is heard
Never to be missed
Your most daring thoughts were said
Centuries ago
And most likely you have read
Some of them before
You were bound to come up
Just by chance, you think
Welcome to the beggars pub
Give yourself a wink
Everyone you see is friendly
No one talks too much
You feel safe and unpretending
In a place like such
And the only news you get
Tell of sport and weather
Makes it all soon to forget
Cause they blend together..
November 16 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Acts 9-10
Key Verse – Acts 9:6 … Lord, what wilt thou have me to do? And the Lord said unto him, Arise, and go into the city, and it shall be told thee what thou must do.
FAITH IN GOD WHO ENABLES US TO ARISE
God enables us to arise, giving us heavenly wisdom
Toward seeking first by faith His kingdom
In our desire to enjoy salvation-freedom
Midst worldliness’ ignorance and humanism’s boredom.
God enables us to arise, granting us divine understanding
Toward reading by faith His Scriptures of truth’s finding
In our devotion to learn from Christ’s love, always attending
Midst fake news and rumors, socially trending.
God enables us to arise, instructing us with His Word’s knowledge
Toward applying by faith His precepts we mindfully acknowledge
In our decision to abide in Biblical standards’ privilege
Midst intellectualism and logic’s reasoning espoused by any secular college.
God enables us to arise, teaching through His perfect workmanship
Toward labouring by faith in producing acceptable fruits of stewardship
In our diligence to harvest service-yields through His partnership
Midst slothfulness and complacency that hinder real worship.
God enables us to arise, converting us along His miraculous transformation
Toward manifesting by faith proofs of our Christian conversion
In our dedication to win souls and build lives with His compassion
Midst trials and hardships in ministry-function.
God enables us to arise, bringing to us triumphant revival
Toward doing His will by faith while waiting for His arrival
In our delight to serve Him beyond temptation-survival
Midst doubtfulness’ upheaval and unbelief’s interval.
God enables us to arise, empowering us by His authority
Toward living for Him by faith along His magnificent sovereignty
In our declaration to exalt Him upon His truth’s certainty
Midst the Holy Spirit’s guidance and enabling capacity.
November 16, 2025
Jack and Jill went up the hill
This was never in dispute
It was how Jack fell down
With severe lacerations to his crown
That the jury had to conclude
Jill had a bun in the oven
The news was all over town
The bakers' wife was aghast
Her husband and his shady past
He liked a cream tart
Though, when cautioned down the red-light district
Cream was never mentioned in the Constables statement
Back to that ill-fated day on the hill
Jill says Jack was going down, on her
He was certainly on the edge
A couple walking their dog, state the baker was on the ledge
This was later dismissed when the couple admitted they didn’t have a dog
This was light relief for the jury in this sorry affair
Mrs Black didn’t turn up to church on Sunday
The stand in vicar didn’t know this, being new
All hell broke loose as the witness swore
Jill gave birth on the floor
A black child appeared
There was uproar
The baker shouted to his wife, with a frown
Three women stood up
So he sat down
They all turned to the bench
The Judge was holding his gavel
Somewhat in despair
DNA later found traces of poor Jacks hair
The Judge was taken down, mumbling
She said she was on the pill, Jill
That was the end of this sorry tale
Though the papers ran amok
Mondays headline read
Jack and Jill went up the hill, with the folks of Trill for an orgy and thrill
But things got out of hand
The Judge saw red, and whacked Jack dead
And they all came tumbling after.
(Note: My essay on "Knowing Unconditional Love"
got a first place win in the annual global Invitational 2016
organised by The Love Foundation -- For a PDF copy, go to
www.thelovefoundation.com website.)
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A fine day brings news that delights:
My essay wins the first place honour;
Bright Wednesday with joy in sight,
Feelings within burst fond wonder!
I feel a glow deep in my heart,
Happy fond moods circle around;
Am I asleep dreaming of art?
Winning feels good in these old grounds.
On the website, my name appeared,
I saw the list of winners there;
A precious write I did endear,
Now here's the gist of love that cares.
The theme is love in magic flair,
Love that does heal each living soul;
Yes magic love in man's affairs,
With fond goodwill that makes us whole.
The cause I cite tells what you know,
No obstacle can stop fond reach;
A fragrant bite that goes to show,
Love's miracle now transforms each.
Yes ideas can tell of sure thought,
Let love bring out the best in you;
Poise sparkles trends in play and plot,
It's all about the love in you.
Leon Enriquez
11 May 2016
Singapore
"Pulmonary"
Revelations burn pulmonary
when all the bees no longer roar
life drowns in blue-green
Clairvoyants dance in time
with prophets to flux events
Light folds Dark inside out
Lizards Popes and Politicians
tread water in their black oceans
looking for an open door
Revelations burn pulmonary
when all the bees no longer roar
life drowns in blue-green
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
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"Dance of the Clairvoyants" (Mach I) / Pearl Jam
https://youtu.be/xJwuP5wPCLQ
“You don't need an ocean to feel like you're drowning.
You feel it, between your chest and your throat,
the weight of it stretching you outside your self,
like a dead fish on the shore.”
“If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe,
then man would have only four years of life left.
No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants,
no more animals, no more man.”
“The bird, the bee, the running child
are all the same to the sliding glass door.”
Rev 8 (NIV)
Zeph 1:3 (KJV)
1. Fish
https://www.msn.com/en-au/news/australia/murray-darling-thousands-of-fish-have-died-in-nsw-in-past-two-weeks/ar-BBZylHg
2. Bees
https://alumninetworkhungary.hu/magazine/blogs/yes-bee-extinction-could-mark-end-humanity
3. Bees/Wildlife extinction
https://www.wsj.com/articles/australia-fires-imperil-populations-of-green-bees-honeyeaters-and-potoroos-11578997803
4. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pulmonary_circulation
Lyrics/ "Dancing with Clairvoyants" (Mach I) / Pearl Jam
https://genius.com/Pearl-jam-dance-of-the-clairvoyants-lyrics
Dear Mom and Dad,
September 25th, of this year will be the first time we meet.
I can’t wait to see your smile, feel your warm embrace, and to have your arms wrapped around me,
To let me know that the future is bright, tomorrow is uncertain, but you will always be there to protect me.
I know that my timing may not be ideal, for you mom are barely 18, and dad is going on 22.
But graduation will only be a few short months away, and dad has a good job at a neighborhood gas station stocking shelves.
I can’t wait to see your mom and dad, and to have them shower me with love.
I know it’s early but I dream of one day being the next President, a Doctor, Lawyer, Engineer or Entrepreneur.
After-all I am a combination of all of the positive qualities of you and dad, enveloped in one vessel.
Maybe one day, you and dad can give me a brother or sister, that would really make life complete.
But for now I dream of spending each waking moment with you and dad, and all that the future may bring.
Part 2
Hey Mom and Dad, I just got the news, that instead of seeing your beautiful smiles, I am being sent to See Jesus.
Why did you guys do it?
What did I do?
Don’t you love me?
I promise I won’t be too much trouble, I can be good for you.
But I guess I will never get that chance?
I love you still, but I just want to know why?
I will see you one day, I guess a little further in the future now.
Sincerely
Your Un-Born Baby
Author Paul Anthony Cumberbatch (Jun 29th, 2020)
Towering sycamores embraced, forming canopies over the streets.
Crime was unknown - (three part-time cops patrolled their beats.)
'Cept for teens in hot-rods who were bent on an occasional toot!
Folks were entertained as cops chased them in hot pursuit!
There was a Fourth of July parade with fireworks after dark.
Presbyterian and Baptist ladies served watermelon in the park.
Old vets in tight-fitting uniforms marched with resolute stride,
Followed by the school band in which the town took great pride!
The paperboy was prompt with the news to enjoy with a cup of joe,
(Tho' it usually landed in the bushes due to his ill-aimed throw!)
Folks greeted friends and neighbors with a hearty, "Howdy do!"
Pausing to swap a bit of gossip since they had little else to do!
Proms were held in the school gym and didn't leave a feller broke.
Idlers met at the barber shop to hear the latest risque joke.
Kids sold lemonade on their lawns for a dime a glass,
But urbane lads visited the ice cream parlor to treat their lass!
Church bells summoned worshippers on Sundays with clarion peal.
Moms invariably fixed chicken and dumplings for the Sunday meal!
I have many fond memories of small town life that I can't forget.
I return to relive those blissful days every chance that I can get!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I wonder if she truly loves me,
then what I have done to deserve such a prize
I am not special, not someone so worthy
or smart as some others, at least in my eyes
Oh sure I can write about what I am feeling
in poetic form that will usually rhyme
Poems of love filled with sugary phrases
that tell her how happy I am she is mine
But there are so many who write words of wisdom
with thoughts stimulating in wonderful prose
Stanzas of life and the world all around us,
depth in their meanings, it certainly shows
Difficult subjects that touch us so deeply,
current events, many names in the news
Sadness and sorrow of friends and their passing,
realistic themes now expressing their views
While I write of fairies and peppermint kisses
in fantasy settings with sunflower dreams
Stardust and sunsets and magical places
with lily pads singing in clear mountain streams
What does she see in this heart of a dreamer,
who paints pretty pictures in whimsical weave
Writes everything with the happiest ending,
thinks in forever just past make believe
Sometimes I wonder if she truly loves me,
then what I have done to deserve such a prize
But I’ll just keep writing and hope she keeps reading
these phrases of love that I leave ‘fore her eyes
It started late last year,
You began forgetting things.
A word here,
an appointment there.
Nothing shouted,
you need to worry.
As the seasons changed,
so did you,
but it wasn't for the better.
Arguing with me
over stupid things,
that wasn't who you were.
Then one night after midnight,
you awoke so confused
and frightened.
You thought I was a stranger.
I didn't know what to do.
The next day I decided
we couldn't solve this alone.
We went off to your doctor,
seeking a plausible answer.
We talked to him.
He examined you.
The news was not good.
Dementia
was his answer.
We cried and wept.
Shook our fists
toward the heavens,
yelling,
"God,
why us?
This is so unfair!"
Some days it seems
as if all this
was some cruel nightmare.
But then the truth returns,
an unwelcome reminder
of what lies before us.
The long goodbye is hard.
Your body seems so strong,
yet this cruel fate
keeps robbing you
of who you are.
So, you turned on the news,
and it gave you the blues,
and you almost hurled,
at who's leading the free world,
and your teeth are grit tight,
on explosive dynamite,
and the world's so sad,
and you're feeling bad,
and you have drowning fears,
in the flooding of your tears?
Well...
Cheer up buddy!
Don't do nothin' rash.
Take your flattened feet,
and do the splash!
Chickens are doing it
for miles around!
They're all doin' it
to the bawk b'bawk sound.
You say, you're not a chicken -
you're a duck?
Don't be thinkin'
you're out of luck.
You've got flappy feet -
tap out a rhyme!
Soon you'll be splashin'
in chicken time.
Whenever I'm thinking
WTF,
I think like a chicken
or a duck,
and I dance to the hit
that's a smash.
I get down and do
the Chicken Splash.