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I once had an old calico cat
She was born in a barn
On a farm down the road
She would race around the new mown hay
Chasing mice at play
Putting on a wild display
She was known to be a shrew
Several chickens she pursued
Was known to chase an old hound too
A bit of a brat
She thought herself a Super-cat!
My intentions were genuine
Deep with affection…
I had just seen a movie
About a man with the gift
He would whisper to horses…and turn them into bliss
Well, I thought I will do this!
Tame this feral kitty’s angry hiss!
I would whisper ever softly,….
And teach soon her to love me
Domesticated out of nature
She would stretch by the stove
As the tea pot tune's a-whistling
She would put on a pot of bristling
She could not be held
Even by me
She was not for the weak
Or the meek of heart
She would pick and choose
Who would win, who would lose
A limb, an eye, or a piece of her mind
Yet sometimes….even I…was deemed
With the privilege of her esteemed
Company
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God is eternal always and forever(a)
has no beginning and will have no end
in His holy word has revealed Himself
to be God almighty our forever friend
One can never know God too well
so daily exposure to God's living word(b)
is a real necessity to grow in grace
to neglect His word is truly absurd
Learning biblical meditation is so vital(c)
to chew on God's truth to deeply intake
grasping His truth and all it means
feeding on God's word for my soul's sake
Taking your Lord with you everywhere
never be embarrassed by what anyone says
keeping in step with His eternal word
be faithful to Jesus all your days(d)
Consider well my reading of the scriptures(e)
to depend on the holy spirit's direction(f)
be sure I'm walking in Jesus holy steps(f)
aim always listen to His gracious correction
(Bible references :
(a) Psalm 90: 2
(b) Joshua 1: 8
(c) Psalm 19: 14
(d) Deuteronomy 7: 9
(e) Psalm 1: 2
(f) Romans 15: 13)
I've written this after pondering on the following appraisal of knowing God and whether if I really do?
Have you read the Bible from cover to cover? Is the Holy Spirit your teacher? Are you walking in His footsteps?
The Word of God is not a buffet for us to pick and choose what we wish. God is the Word, so do you honestly love all of it and meditate on it with the goal of knowing Him so you can live according to His commandments while you abide in Him?)
~Black Friday~
With the turkey out of the way
It's time to do some shop and save
Black Friday...here we go again
I am up at three o'clock
So I'll be at the door on the dot
Shopping like a mad whirlwind
Pulling up to Walmart
Grab myself a fresh shopping cart
For when the doors open up at five
Like a horse out of the gate
Your own fault for being in my way
Just count your blessings that youre still alive
Beat the crowds straight to the back
For a little snatch and grab
Gotta have the newest wide screen T.V.
Blue hair had my T.V. in her cart
Took her out with a karate chop
Sorry granny it's either you or me
Next set my sights on this kid
With no clue of what he did
Or how he ended splayed out on the floor
In the remote car shopping isle
And it may take that kid awhile
To remember who, what, when, or what for
I next wildly veer off to the right
For that set of Ginsu knives
That I use to hold back the forming crowd
With it being the only set left
I Samurai it over my head
Which quickly clears out the entire Ginsu isle
With my shopping about done
I sweep shelves into my cart on the run
Figure I can sort it all out later
At times it's hard to pick and choose
With the attitude of I hate to lose
Anyways I figure they owe me for all my labor
When I get to the front of the store
There's bookoo bunches of crowds galore
I've never seen such a long drawn out line
So I clear the path in front of me
Taking people off at the knees
They'll surely think twice the next time
Before getting in my way
And my day of shop and save
Already planning for next year my friend
Satisfied I head for the door
But I tell you not before
I turn and say Happy Holidays and Good Will Towards Men!
Cause that's just the way I am...
With the turkey out of the way
It's time to do some shop and save
Black Friday...here we go again
I am up at three o'clock
So I'll be at the door on the dot
Shopping like a mad whirlwind
Pulling up to Walmart
Grab myself a fresh shopping cart
For when the doors open up at five
Like a horse out of the gate
Your own fault for being in my way
Just count your blessings that you're still alive
Beat the crowds straight to the back
For a little snatch and grab
Gotta have the newest wide screen T.V.
Blue hair had my T.V. in her cart
Took her out with a karate chop
Sorry granny it's either you or me
Next set my sights on this kid
With no clue of what he did
Or how he ended splayed out on the floor
In the remote car shopping isle
And it may take that kid awhile
To remember who, what, when, or what for
I next wildly veer off to the right
For that set of Ginsu knives
That I use to hold back the forming crowd
With it being the only set left
I Samurai it over my head
Which quickly clears out the entire Ginsu isle
With my shopping about done
I sweep shelves into my cart on the run
Figure I can sort it all out later
At times it's hard to pick and choose
With the attitude of I hate to lose
Anyways I figure they owe me for all my labor
When I get to the front of the store
There's bookoo bunches of crowds galore
I've never seen such a long drawn out line
So I clear the path in front of me
Taking people off at the knees
They'll surely think twice the next time
Before getting in my way
And my day of shop and save
Already planning for next year my friend
Satisfied I head for the door
But I tell you not before
I turn and say Happy Holidays and Good Will Towards Men!
Cause that's just the way I am...
Oh I remember when I thought
I was in control and could see
Then the Lord showed me
How blind I was not being free
Now that He has opened my eyes
I want to cover my eyes
And just listen to His voice
For mostly everything else
Is a bunch of clanging noise
This is for fun I could not resist this picture
But indeed this is how I feel in the deception
Of all that is going on around us that many can't see
To much division and religions to adapt to mankind
The gospel was not intended to pick and choose
To accommodate the corrupt ways of man
But to separate one from their old self and evil desires
Their lustful hearts and minds,
To be changed with the spirit from Christ
Into a new creation with new mind and hearts
Purified of all impurities so He might reign within
The gospel of Paul living in the spirit
Should be what one shall aim for
To have instilled those thoughts and spirit
But I understand we must all try our way first
Hopefully it does not go so good you become
Your own shrine to give praise
I thought my life was going good
Until I began to read the words of Jesus for myself
Then I was in awe of what's going on
It’s the study of our past,
the entirety of events that made us who we’ve come to be…
but I’ve come to think we made a mistake by calling it ‘History’.
History is not only the good…but the bad we’ve done…
for there is a lesson to be learned from each…
and no one person or group
should get to pick and choose which history we teach.
When men and women choose to omit from our history books
events they don’t want us to know…
how will we ever learn from our mistakes…
how will we ever grow?
When a man chronicling past events
decides to omit parts because he has the power…
essentially what we’re learning is his rendition of the past…
His story…not ours
And history should not just be his story…
it’s your story, it’s her story, it’s their story…it’s mine…
It’s everything experienced by everyone…
since the dawn of time.
Our history is not only filled with triumphs and joy…
it’s filled with sorrow, abuses and fear…
These should also be taught
even though….NO precisely because…they are so hard to hear.
If we don’t teach how onto our fellow humans
we’ve inflicted pain, suffering and heartbreak
there is a real possibility (just look around!)
future generations will make the same mistakes.
So, I think we should change the name from His-story to Our-story
The story of our country…
every group…
every religion…
every person…
every race…
not the way some think it should be taught…
but what actually took place
A HUMBLED MAN
A humbled man
Listens to the wisdom
His mother has instilled in him
A humbled man
Will take that wisdom
And apply it to his life
A humbled man
Will learn how to be a man
Through the Word of God
A humbled man
Lives by the Word of God daily
And not just when he feels like it
A humbled man
Has integrity
A humbled man
Not only has
But shows the love of Jesus inside him
A humbled man
Has forgiveness
Rather than unforgiveness
A humbled man
Does not react but instead prays
Allowing God to have control
A humbled man
Will never lay hands
Abusively upon a woman
A humbled man
Treats a woman with respect
A humbled man
Loves his wife
As Christ loves His church
A humbled man
Doesn’t always pass blame on his wife
A humbled man
Takes fault for his own actions
A humbled man
Won’t force his wife to do something publicly
To make him look good
A humbled man
Will treat his wife #1
At ALL times
A humbled man
Will hold his wife in moments
When she needs him
A humbled man
Takes time to bond with his wife daily
A humbled man
Takes time to get to know his wife daily
A humbled man
Never takes his marriage for granted
A humbled man
Won’t just pick and choose one of these moments
But will apply them all to his marriage
Start from the East where all things start,
Delight a feast as shrewd mind arts.
Once in a while, mahjong game styles
Rapport and smiles in crafty piles.
The hurl of dice to start the game,
Brings fond surprise to joust the same.
Mind shifts fond plot in cards and tiles,
Movements now slot what feelings while.
Watch strategy work random moves,
View chemistry in mental grooves.
Each player feeds a certain stance,
Good fortune needs a crafty dance.
Shrewd moves align both path and gaze,
Listen to signs to trek this maze.
Follow the heart as feelings tell
Just how game art can work the spell.
Power cards spring with awesome feel,
Dragons now fling to spread fond thrills.
Pick and choose well the tiles you pile,
Each player dwells as feelings style.
Watch for the break to join each slot,
Each tile helps make the winning lot.
Round after round from eastern shores,
The four poles ground fortune galore.
Each player knows just how to store,
Luck seeds the flow for strokes and more.
Time for bonding in evening air,
Square table rings of piles of flair.
Brief glimpses here of thoughts that come,
Mood swings of cheer and small talk sum.
Happy knows best such easy times,
A poignant rest in sandwiched chimes.
Too soon, too swift, the end game tile,
A cheery drift where fancy styles.
Win, lose or draw but not in vain,
Luck shapes the straws in pleasure's gain.
Leon Enriquez
22 February 2016
Singapore
Now, I'm a very average and simple guy,
But, doggone it, when it comes my time to die,
I'd like a nice epitaph etched upon my stone,
To fondly remember me by when I'm gone!
Here are a few suggestions for you to mull over,
When I cease to function and am planted 'neath the clover.
You are at liberty to pick and choose any one.
If needed, form a committee to get the job done!
"He always enjoyed a fine cigar;
He passed on ere too much tar!"
"Upon my stone let no bird alight;
If they do, please clean off the blight!"
"If you think this place has no appeal;
How the heck do you think I feel!"
"Old Bob owns this piece of real estate;
But no one has seen him as of late!"
Folks it's up to you to make a selection.
Just remember me with fond affection.
Choose whatever you think fits me best,
Then leave me alone to enjoy my rest!
You see them all proclaiming
‘free markets are so evil,’
destroy those who own businesses
(Unless they donate in full!),
jack up taxes to punish,
claim it’s just like Robin Hood,
but anyone not stupid
can see the results aren’t good.
Every new tax gets passed on,
makes us pay a higher price,
more and more of our money,
it leads to a harder life.
And when they push it too far,
forcing the small firms to close,
the jobs disappear with them,
and all of our income goes.
Many will turn to welfare,
and some will never escape,
their life will be a trial,
gew will do anything great.
All because these damn lefties
cannot win when plain folk rise,
democrats are destroyers,
don’t vote for your own demise.
They’re always on the TV,
infect the media space,
claiming that they’re the ‘real news,’
while lying straight to your face.
Hoping suits and frosted hair
will make you smile and nod,
as they pick and choose their words
to prepare the ground you trod.
Only reporting on things
that help them push the left side,
ignoring scandals vile,
‘Conspiracy!’ they’ll deride,
Run interference for scum
so corrupt they choose to rape
children on distant islands,
in which they participate.
Ignoring crimes and scandals
that would damage their party,
telling us not to believe
the chaos all of us see.
Not knowing that no longer
can they hide truth from our eyes,
democrats are destroyers,
don’t vote for your own demise.
CONCLUDES IN PART II.