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The rising of the seventh moon in an ornamental lampshade is equivalent to a nice round smiley dinner plate that had been recently washed,
Recently washed is neither a rotating wimpy wishing walker and neither is it a raspberry wafer wobbling,
It takes a lot of effort to squeeze a giant igloo through the eye of a needle,
And this is not pleasant for the spectating polar bears whose fish was being fried inside the dwelling holes,
But only a mini strawberry could flex the muscles effectively to cause a jam in a mile of traffic,
That is not good news for the jars who are already late and to be late is said to be as irrational as using a fork to make a morning brew,
A stew is far more intelligent than a gravy as many components equal more experience and more experience means that even a metric metre of labelled combinations could entice a bear from a sleeping hole,
But only when wearing a jacket made from paper,
It is nice and neat and true to form,
But format was often found to be a flame of frog leg on a carpet of mystical swirling frogspawn,
It is wise to offer up a little cup of cat milk to the buds then sit back as the colours loop in and swirl in a sky of answers,
But this can simply not be achieved nor archived when the moon is in the bin and the sailors are racing in the sun ship,
A trade is traditional and traditional trade can be nothing more then a hyper-fluted mini skirt of a skating rabbit on a promenade wearing 60 pairs of headphones,
Metronomes moaning making moronic motionless mixes,
And a nice little pair of glasses on the mantle-piece was swaying in the wind but not swearing for swearing was reserved for those who act out tanker talks,
Themes then?
Yes.
Where there were many now there are few.
But in fuse boxes the conversations are often quite absurd and who would put a floating camel in a tank then send it into a plane to cross the clouds,
Criss cross is a cleaning duty for a mission opinionated cloth wearing layers of clothing,
So what will one bring to the fair?
A mare
A single bud
A sanctified saint cushion with sparkles and satin.
And a heron in a pan of water with 60 fish to eat.
Consummation is the creational consumption cream of cropped chartered chunks. Said the 90 feet of cat by a door.
Z Leptailurus serval Z at 54 lemon sponge cakes laughing at 21 empty flan cases.
Form:
I accept what i need offer up what's left
Let ridicule fall on ears that are deft
Just as a fisherman catches fish on his hook
I write out my poems and put together books
The reason I do it is clear as can be
I feel it's what the Lord ask of me
For 41 years I had no idea I was a poet
But if I couldn't cook it I could damn sure grow it
My life consumed by Marijuana and speed
Trusting in them to provide what I need
They replaced my job and even my love
They were everything that I held above
They picked me up whenever i felt low
If I got to high they helped me to slow
No, I didn't write poems or watch the T.V.
Never touched a computer said, "Thats not for me"
Traded in the girls because the next on was cuter
Woke up with a shot went to bed with a hooter
I would run day and night until I would drop
Running more from myself than from any cop
I chemically induced away all my dreams
See rivers take mothers after being formed by streams
These days my head feels like it's in a vice
I'll tell you right now my pains nothing nice
Weekly shots I take for the Hepatitis C
Epidural Steroid blocks in the spine for me
Every doctor I see I greet with a smile
Not feeling to good but I will after while
They say my attitude is one that is great
I see the beauty of love with no time for the hate
I have no reason for anger or time to be mad
No reason for all that this is my bad
This isn't that bad hell I've suffered more
At least I can turn my knob and walk out the door
Reality is real but it's also a dream
Things that are clear may not be as they seem
The Lord is my master to whom which I serve
For he's already given me more than I deserve
Children who love me and a beautiful wife
All the blessings a man needs in life
So Doctor tell me how can I not smile
At least I'm not alone walking this mile
I have you guys and the Lord walking with me
And thats about as beautiful as beautiful can be
I dedicate this poem to all of my doctors
Dr. Garrison - Primary
Dr. Merliss - Neurologist
Dr. Aldwari - Infectious Disease Specialist
Dr. Johnson- Pain Management Specialist
Dr. Beck - Physical Therapist
I feel very blessed to have such a fine
team working so hard on my recovery.
I also wish to thank everyone for all the
Prayers I have received. I love you guys.
I know very little about life a fact of
which i am freely willing to admit
And I take it not as an offense when
I am proven wrong although I am
headstrong
But stubborn ain't a fault I am willing
to be labeled with
Otherwise why on earth am I so
proficient at it or am I even lying
about that
If anything what I have learned over time
is that trying to argue a case or point
with a certain type of person
You can do so till you are blue in
the face but all you have in fact done
or achieved
Is wasting your own time because
they call do all day and love nothing
better than their own voice
Matter's not a single thing what is
coming out as they have never once
been beat or proved wrong
And they have taken on all comer's
however intelligent they are or what
argument they offer up in response
They all every single one of them
tried but gave up due to to their
superior intellect they eventually
realized
The self-righteous can not be bettered
nor overcome as the only thing they
truly believe in is what comes out and
is said by them
Everything else is superfluous and
not up for debate or changing
Even if they were on fire and you we're
stood in front of them with an extinguisher
telling them they themselves were on
fire burning did they want putting out
They are still and would be so inclined
to say thank you very much but no sorry
I am cold
You don't per chance have a spare
jacket on you do you
Because id very much like to carry
on where we last left off before we
got so rudely interrupted by this
freakishly cold indoor spell
Unfortunately for both of us when it
comes to this here game the rules are
clear as black and white
2 individual opponents stacked against
1another playing by completely different
rules
1in his own head making it up as he
goes along to suit himself completely
oblivious to the fact that he is cheating
With the other trying his best to catch up
until he eventually gives up realizing
How on earth can you let alone compete
much as win against an inferior opponent
If at the very outset they don't or never
will possess or understand the meaning
or definition
Of what winning is or that loosing equates
to defeat
“All Scripture is God-breathed
And is useful for teaching,
Rebuking, correcting
And training in righteousness,
So that the man of God
May be thoroughly equipped
For every good work.”
To receive anything that
Will last you have to run
Righteously on Gods turf
To see anything good
On the whole green earth
And to live up to His standards
What you’re really worth.
Now is the time to make
Up your mind to living
The right way, those
Who are both saved
And unsaved, living
Righteously is no
Abracadabra effect
It takes time and
Discipline from the one
Up above- the one
Who gives us
Unconditional love
Our destiny and
Challenges us to live
Righteously and the
Word states in
Deuteronomy 28
Blessings and curses
For obeying God’s law
Not saying that we
Won’t sin but we
Must repent
And start over again
We don’t have to
Offer up our blood
For a sin sacrifice
Jesus already paid the price
All we have to do
Is live right
We blessings or curses
At stake Deuteronomy 28
Is not a mistake.
God wants to bless us
He made us the head
And not the tail above
And not beneath
The lenders and not
The borrowers
If and only if
You choose to live
And live right
Satan wants to destroy
Your blessings
He wants you beneath
The borrower
And a successful sorrower.
Read Deuteronomy 28
To get the blessed life
On your plate
This passage didn’t
Appear over night
Just like you can’t change
Dramatically keep it
In your heart and try
Your best let Him do
The rest and you’ll
See yourself go from
Being a mess
to being blessed.
Deuteronmy 28
Describes how God
Wants our lives
And how we’ll be
Punished.
You have a choice
To live godly
Or to live demonic.
How do you want it?
“All Scripture is God-breathed
And is useful for teaching,
Rebuking, correcting
And training in righteousness,
So that the man of God
May be thoroughly equipped
For every good work.”
You should want to be blessed
Each day you walk the green earth.
To be blessed obey the commands
God’s word don’t make mistakes
Read Deuteronomy 28.
With the onset of advancing age, so I find,
A man grows weary of all mundane talk;
Occupies his every spare, idle thought
With that of the slow, reflective kind.
Regretful of many a squandered hour,
Turning his back on the squabbling nations,
Their woeful, self-serving deliberations,
Dreams wistfully of his own starlit tower.
Should he hopefully find that blessed stair,
Wound insides of the ancient, dim lit wall,
Where tread from unseen feet sometimes fall,
He could but elevate himself above his cares;
There, throwing his soul upon the night,
Lift his gaze upon a tumultuous crowding!
His thinning pate adorned with a crowning
From a far-flung, pale, distant light.
And if he was to fix his mind upon that point;
To that moment forcefully bring to bear,
With every ounce of fibre when stood there,
An unremitting will to somehow exploit,
That, which, the mystics so jealously guarded...
Then, perhaps, he might too ascend?
For, in all reality, at the very end,
All is thrown off...the very body discarded.
Therefore I will choose my own finality.
I give my remaining days to old worn steps
Enclosed in rock, a turret that silhouettes
Against an endless sky; and if it should be
That I find such hallowed battlements
Give aging legs the strength to slowly climb,
To praise the celestial and sublime,
When reaching up where my God frequents.
For though those stars seem out of reach,
Unattainable by grand, omnipotent design,
Nevertheless I am thusly to be inclined
To offer up a prayer and unto him beseech:-
"Immortal father who created mortal man,
Ye who sits above all earthly thrones,
Give unto me old tools and rubbled stones,
And I shall endeavour to do what I can...
To rebuild that abandoned, crumbled tower...
For, Lord, be it only by dreams men are
Truly empowered"!
The Holy City [New Jerusalem]
“10 And he carried me away in the Spirit to a mountain great and high, and showed me the Holy City, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God. 11 It shone with the glory of God, and its brilliance was like that of a very precious jewel, like a jasper, clear as crystal. 12 It had a great, high wall with twelve gates, and with twelve angels at the gates. On the gates were written the names of the twelve tribes of Israel. 13 There were three gates on the east, three on the north, three on the south and three on the west. 14 The wall of the city had twelve foundations, and on them were the names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb.” Rev 21:10-14 NIV
The Holy City comes down from heaven,
Shining brightly with God’s glory;
The brilliance of a precious jewel—
John’s Revelation vision and story.
The Holy City has a great high wall
And twelve gates attended by angels.
On the gates are familiar names
Of the twelve tribes of Israel.
Three gates are on the east,
And three gates to the north;
Another three on the west
And three more to the south.
The wall has twelve foundations
Named after the Apostles.
The city forms a square;
Each foundation made of precious jewels.
The first foundation is of jasper;
The second of cornflower blue sapphire;
The fourth vivid green emerald,
And nine other jewels for the foundations higher.
No doubt they match the precious jewels
Found on a priest’s ephod.
The twelve gates are twelve large pearls;
The city’s streets of pure transparent gold yet solid.
There’s no sign of a temple
Because the Almighty and the Lamb reign.
There’s no moon or sun to be found
For God’s glory does remain.
The nations will walk by His glory
And offer up their splendor.
The city’s gates are always open,
There’s no shame, deceit or armor.
The citizens of the Holy City
Were found in the Lamb’s Book of Life.
They’d trusted through earth’s trials;
Some persecution and strife.
They surrendered to their Creator
And beheld Him day by day.
Persevering to the finish line;
With the Lamb of God to always stay.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012
www.maureenlefanue.com
when younger & full of life,
idealistic with fist in the air,
hell bent on changing the world
with a communicative heart
whose capacity to give &
care for those around her/him
seemed without need to ever
replenish,
the thought that an institution
whose front seemed to be legit,
whose will to instill knowledge in
the population of those willing
seemed pure & true,
never seemed to register.
so onto college went the aspiring
world-changer,
doing all they could to study hard
to be involved in the community
to picket when needed, to protest
when driven, and on and on went
the wonderful world of
hope,
until
graduation.
now the taming came when the
bills started to clock in,
for the job promised by the admin
staff in the human resources dept.
at the college,
just wasn’t there, when the student
got out,
so the scramble to climb back up the
tree trunk,
in order to get back in that academic
nest,
began---
but this time, the stress of life on the outside
forced the individual to be scrapping for a
way to pay the rent while also
applying to a grad school &
the new dual distribution of energy
just didn’t pan out like it used to,
because the student had been
off the wagon,
so to speak.
in attaining a job to pay the bills,
without health insurance or
permanent status promised,
the lies began to show their face &
the idealistic student now became the
angry individual
whose whole attempt to become a
“better citizen”
had been shown to be an ordeal
not really worth having unless one
wants to be a slave to the loan companies &
therefore, a slave to the established status quo
of indifferent self-struggle,
which became par for the course
when the taming began.
now, without time to get out in the streets,
as there had been,
political motivation to change the world
morphs into a combination of
dissatisfaction with the slow outcomes &
a sense of failure in many different spheres---
now out of the academic loop &
locked into the work force,
the tamed, frustrated,
slave to the system
bows down their head to offer up their mind to the
chopping block &
uncle sam raises up the axe,
until down it comes thrashing
with all the glory of a good, solid,
decapitation.
A few nights ago, a young man dined at my table who has already served our country for several years in the US Army. He is presently considering re-enlisting, feeling that is where he belongs. Daniel and thousands like him take no pleasure in war, but rather, in my view are a special breed of human beings. They are among those of whom Christ spoke in his sermon on the mount, "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God". Matthew 5: 9. Without patriots and warriors like them, I can only imagine chaos and mayhem the world over.
As of July 2018, for 45 years the USA will have been utilizing an all-volunteer military. Prior to 1973, some youngsters of my generation decided to run off to Canada rather than be drafted. They were known as draft-dodgers. May we leave it to history to determine whether or not their reasoning was justified at the time. Presently my heart is focused on those who have served, many of whom were tragically wounded, and others who as Mr. Lincoln would say, 'gave the last full measure of devotion'.
Therefore, may we give the utmost respect to those who submit to orders without question to go anywhere, anytime, and for any reason offered by their country. What willingness to volunteer, and if need be, offer up the ultimate sacrifice for one's country. What courage; what commitment; what dedication; what loyalty. Words sometimes pale in attempts to describe their service. These ladies and gentlemen are indeed lovers of people, makers of peace, and preservers of freedom.
Oh Daniel, child of God and son of my dear friends, I was honored to have you dine with my family a few nights ago. I marvel and am deeply moved by your desire to serve this great country. This Memorial Day, I pause to honor the wounded warriors and the fallen heroes. With gratitude, I reverently celebrate and salute you and other gallant soldiers of America.
Written: September 2nd 2023
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Lord, grant the kids of earth peace and comfort.
In this world where chaos and fear so often distort,
Shelter them from all harm and the storms of life.
Let them find solace amidst the strife.
Let no child feel hungry today, dear Lord.
In their innocent hearts, let compassion be stored.
Provide them with vittles for both body and soul.
So they may grow strong and reach their goal.
Bless them for their chastity and tender hearts.
May they never lose their wonder, their joyful starts,
Shield them from the darkness that surrounds,
Let them always feel love's healing bounds.
Support them to feel your love, oh gracious Lord,
Wrap them in your arms and hold them close, restored.
Guide them through the trials they may face.
And cram their lives with your redemptory grace.
For these innocent souls, we offer up our prayers.
That they may find peace and grip you're always there.
Lord, hear our plea as we bow our heads in prayer.
Grant the children of the earth your love and care.
In this world of chaos, grant them solace and peace.
Let their innocent laughter and joy never cease.
Protect them from harm—from the evils of this world.
And let your love be their guiding light, unfurled.
Lord, we pray for the children, so pure and divine,
May they always know that they are truly thine.
Grant them the power and grit to face each day anew.
May your love and blessings always shine through.
A prayer for the innocent souls, we offer with hope,
That they may find comfort and strength to cope.
Lord, grant them peace and surround them with care.
They are the future, the ones we must nurture and prepare.
In this prayer, we ask for your guidance and grace.
To protect these innocent souls in every place.
Lord, let no child pass unnoticed or unloved.
May they find safety and warmth, as a gentle dove.
Lord, we entrust the children of earth to your embrace.
They are the epitome of your grace.
Grant them a world where they can thrive and grow.
Where their dreams and aspirations can freely flow.
If I held a candle while the cold and dark wind blew
To light the way along for someone I barely knew
If I held a wise mans hands and listened very still
To know the things he knows. The things I never will
If I held a baby and rocked it through the night
To feel a piece of heaven while I held that child so tight
If I held them until they took that final breath
To comfort and try to ease the dawning of their death
If I held the lips that kissed the hands of fate
To feel the pain and burden of all who passed the gate
If I held the answers to make some rhyme or reason
To meet the very one who makes it another season
If I held a plow to plant upon the hardened earth a seed
To grow tall. Bloom. And millions would it feed
If I held a ladle filled with water from deep within the well
To quench the thirst of all who come to sit for a spell
If I held a prayer an tried to always keep the faith
To show acceptance and like all the others wait
If I held a heart within my grasp just so
To offer up my all only to see it go
If I held and touched a place deep down there inside
To once again take the culprit on yet another ride
If I held on hard and flew into the night
To keep holding on with all my strength and might
If I held up to the light all of my mistakes
To realize how many and they were mine to make
If I held an ear to listen to all the people talk
To watch one by one as out the door they walk
If I held and read all the books of the world
To learn so much for that little tiny pearl
If I held a brush to paint such a pretty picture for the eye
To please all the onlookers as thy aimlessly pass by
If I held a pen to write a thousand words for all to see and hear
To keep my soul grounded as it soars through the air
If I held my breath as I'm laid to rest on the mounded heap
To own all I've sown and what harvest there is to reap
If I held a loom to weave a million dreams come true
To awaken watching angels traversing the sky so blue
If I held the wisdom to know Gods plan for me
To know he sees all my faults and then still grant me peace
Amen
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson