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When will we awake to the damage
surely we can see the errors
the harm we are doing or will
we stick our heads in the sand
like blind folks and wait for doom.
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People are like sheep following sheep
not stopping to think just acting
not seeming to realise we kill
this beautiful earth that we
are supposed to look after.
All of us need what nature
does for all of us
The sky that gives us
both rain and sunshine
the moon that lightens dark.
But be aware of the damage
that we inflict daily
with our plunder of resources
not stopping to care
that they are not limitless
That we are polluting the air
slowly suffocating everything
plunging every living thing
into peril for without plants
we cannot keep balance
I cry out to all to change
so that we can leave
An inheritance to our kin
instead of leaving them
a dying earth
November 14 Scripture Meditations Based on Ephesians 1-2
Key Verse – Ephesians 2:10 For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CREATING ME AS YOUR WORKMANSHIP
Thank You for creating me as Your workmanship by Your will
From hell’s penalty of sinful bill
Unto good works toward heavenly fulfilling thrill
Being Your saved, rescued through Calvary’s hill.
Thank You for creating me as Your workmanship by Your perfection
From worldliness’ void of abominable devastation
Unto worshipful praise toward blissful rejoicing jubilation
Being Your sanctified, redeemed through compassion’s manifestation.
Thank You for creating me as Your workmanship by Your might
From doubt’s enclosure of skeptical blight
Unto effective service toward fruitful ministering delight
Being Your follower, chosen through faith’s right.
Thank You for creating me as Your workmanship by Your leadership
From worldliness’ stewardship of humanistic partnership
Unto cheerful obedience toward life-building friendship
Being Your believer, called through adoption’s fellowship.
Thank You for creating me as Your workmanship by Your engagement
From earthliness’ wealth of carnal detriment
Unto virtuous development toward divine everlasting investment
Being Your heir, enriched through godliness’ contentment.
Thank You for creating me as Your workmanship by Your sovereignty
From selfishness’ greed of pride’s vanity
Unto submissive surrender toward joyous upholding humility
Being Your child, ransomed through Your blood’s purity.
Thank You for creating me as Your workmanship by Your graciousness
From rebelliousness’ peril of transgressions’ wickedness
Unto victorious spirituality toward glorious inspiring faithfulness
Being Your servant, blessed through instructions’ holiness.
November 14, 2022
My head is in a spin,
My obsession just to win,
I'm driven and I'm mad
All I smell is gushing blood.
I feel I'm in a surreal game
That shooting sort - so very lame,
Where targets pop-up all around,
Nothing ever out of bounds.
What's good for them is great for me,
I'll deftly flatten all I see,
From rabid lawyers to media hacks,
I relish all their wild attacks.
For unbridled as they are
They alone propel me far,
Every moment of every day
From their lips my name they say.
Isn't that just simply grand,
As for every blow they land
Folks just rally to my side
Ferral wokes unable to abide.
I'm a fighter - all see that,
Unlike Joe that doddering dud.
Yes I'm tired - who wouldn't be,
But now the end I clearly see.
With the White House in my grasp,
I doubt I'll even need to ask,
They'll plead with me to take the keys
Given Biden's on his knees.
So while my enemies do the dance,
The time is near for me to prance.
They'll squeal and holler with all their might,
With me cheerleading at the sight.
I'll seal this race and do it quick
By any means and every trick.
Count me out at your great peril,
Not great odds even for the Devil.
Why Hello, I am Danger
I am a stiletto in the shadows, ready to slit your throat
Should you gloat about laws I broke
I am precariousness in a dress
Peril, hazard, and risk, I'm menace sitting on a fence
I will take you places you've never been
I'll tell you lies and make you believe in sin again.
I will make you comfortable
And then you shall fall ill
A demons day in madness kissed - still
Danger is my poison, Danger is my pill
Taunting you, haunting you
Daring you to take that terrifying step
Take a chance, hold your breath
If no one's looking - spin the wheel - make the deal
Mistress Death will tell you - kill to win - heh he heh
You guessed it Dangerous.
Riskiness and distress are best friends - a hot mess
With endangerment, there is entanglement
Both factors are a possible part of the experience
Mordacity, depravity, and the unsavory
All of these odious and delicious - found in the essence of Danger
Dubious unrest, a fear fest test, a chaotic crest
A mischance of a tense whisper portrayed as a treasonous event
Hellbound or heaven-sent
Just remember - it's me Danger
And I am Dangerous
And you fearless - Your soul yearns for me....
I have not experienced 65 Christmas's
Without having learned a few survival techniques,
And picking up a few handy tips for avoiding stress,
So as to make hay during the silly season.
First rule if you aim to get through in one piece,
With no stains on your character or on your shirt,
A bolt hole is a must,
A place where you cannot be found for a minimum of half an hour,
Preferably with storage for emergency drinks and treats.
2nd rule,
Know how to get lost in a crowd,
If you can't avoid shopping trips,
And avoid anything in kit set form,
Unless your IQ is below average,
In which case you will completely understand,
The assembly instructions.
3rd Rule and this is the hard one,
Don't get drunk before the big day,
As this is a time for being alert,
Listening to instructions from your better half,
And interpreting hand signals in the presence of children.
A final word of wisdom,
Trust the little voice inside you,
That tells you when your eyes and your stomach are in correct alignment,
And forget at your own peril that this is not the season for scoring points,
Off in-laws.
Fake pyrotechnics bloom inside plastic strips.
The night gets colder
as Christmas carols limp on.
I slip away from the dull concert
into the unlit zoo,
sure that among the sculptured
caves and enclosures
beasts pace their plots.
Close by a large animal looms.
I smell the weight of it, a matted moonlight
awake under a thick pelt.
Eyes spy each other through electric bodies.
A restless prowler coughs,
fearful Impressions escape their enclosures
to hunt upon dark lost paths.
I have seen enough, or rather
I have not seen but sensed,
a curious peril nosing my presence.
Grizzly Bear or Bogey beast -
hard to tell.
Behind me
I hear children still singing…
a 1000 pound Hammerhead shark
swims past my cringing mind
on its way back to an unlit aquarium.
The sound of heavy jaws munching -
an angelic weeping,
the crack of delicate wing bones.
Earlier, a listless sky trailed shreds of fear
the goodly being dragged into red cave-mouths.
"My angelica are grounded tonight," he thought.
The mechanical grinding of molars continued.
My seraphim and cherubim, all the innocence
Of long forgiven souls are in peril.
A guttural cackling rises from backyards,
from asphalt parks, and vacant lots.
The gloriously burnished, armored archangel
stands among the trash cans, great sword
held brightly aloft.
"When dawn comes creeping
this insane demonic laughter will cease,
the downed souls will rise again,
minus a few fine bones.
The tears of the half-chewed will burn
all those that prey upon them.
The demented evil doers will suffer the hell
of the dawn’s gastric flux; let them choke upon
the toxicity of our holiness."
We were in love, so food was not important
But we brought it any way, as a pretense
That we would be eating.
Laugh.
Our mothers contributed, because they cook
And bake, and do the mom stuff.
We ended up with two baskets.
Two teenagers with a basket each.
We tried to get away from the crowd
But it was a gorgeous seventy-three degree day.
Everyone was at the park. People came up from all directions.
The peril of living in a small town.
Strange children who knew us, came up and begged food.
We gave it to them. We had given up on any romantic gestures.
All the old people were walking around keeping an eye on us.
Making sure nothing good happened.
From Poland hailed your Uncle Max, who in matters of manners was a bit lax,
While from France came Aunt Belle, whom I thought was really quite swell.
Next up from Russia was Cousin Boris, whom I always confused with Nephew
Morris;
And then from Germany came Aunt Gitel, whose fingers fairly flew o'er
her fiddle.
After that from Lita came Uncle Beryl, whose fistic prowess put enemies
in peril.
Of course, from Ukraine came Cousin Emma, whose soup was the crème de
la crema.
It's our duty to recall Uncle Saul, though no one knew where he came from
at all
And finally, from Prussia, poor Aunt Masha, who subsisted for years on
potatoes and kasha.
What's this? You say you don't know any of these relatives at all?
Neither their names nor those of their children can you recall?
Then furrow your brow and bestir your brain; just don't be appalled:
Uncle Max may have been from Krakow, but his skeleton was prematurely
interred by the Nazis at the death-camp of Dachau.
Cousin Emma was from a wealthy family in Vizhnitz, though her fiery
cremation was reserved for the ovens of Auschwitz.
And pretty Gitel, who grew up in the small village of Dulmen, was gunned
down in the caverns of Bergen-Belsen...
So much for our family tree.
Had grandpa not fled to America by sea,
One of those dead branches above
Would surely have been me.
HOLOCAUST MEMORIAL DAY -- 73RD ANNIVERSARY -- APRIL 12, 2018
NEVER FORGET!
Too much intervention, by ground shifting machines
To devlop some windpower, a results being seen
The crayfish are threatened, the flow rate impaired
As its ecology is battered, for some millions they dare.'
Yes there's cash in the offing, its all good was the blurb.'
Forty years we have listened to the green gods; priests
Words.' While the weapons are selling, as the shells
Rain around, the very earth they ( so value) removing
Lithium from the ground.' Its all one and the same.' So
Often its been said.' Viable sense ways were sidelined
It was just; said, spoken, sez, jammered and hammered
Driven like nail in the lid, as the people were coughing
And hacking in the 'green deisel mists' in the minds of
Some bankers 'could percentages have?' Played a part
In that drive in the 90's is that fair enough said.? For
In dense populations in dense streets all round would
Not more humans be dead.? And a motive be found?
To push for alternatives like electric and such.? Yet the
Minings not done in London.' Still we can see its all going
South.' All the heated debating all the damage round about.'
Its all promise of perfection. But that ain't how it goes.'
We know when its raining, for it drops down on the nose.
Yet back up to Norfolk, where the Claven is damaged by
A wind-up, that won't turn up that's the shout; going out.!