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The Search Beneath the Babylonian Soil

A furious Bush gave an urgent speech at the UN Headquarters
demanding that they must search beneath the Babylonian 
soil and bring proof of any hidden nuclear weapon;
Brian Haw, as many, honestly believed that there were none...
why didn't  Blair and Golden believe his words?


Soon Iraq was invaded and bombarded and as night got colder,
frequent explosions lit up the blackest sky of the Middle East,
but they did not kill Saddam: the bearded, tyrannical beast....
he would be found in a filthy bunker with a limited supply of food and water;
why did he flee and hide into that unlivable hole like a persecuted priest?      
His execution was horrendous, but justice was done for his crimes
and whether he had nuclear weapons and later dismantled them in secret 
to avoid sanctions and alienation: one thing is for certain he's no longer a threat;
he was loved by some, but hated by many...was his power based on lies?
An angry president was appeased, but a defeated tyrant had to meet a horrible fate!


Ills of Our Society

Athletes jog on Victory Field,
I join them to test my endurance,
but underneath the bleachers kids smoke weed;
are these the bright young men of our future,
who will be the backbone of our Nation? 


Drivers converse on cell phone,
paying no attention on the road,
the traffic light suddenly turns red,
a crush occurs, many people are hurt;
a life will be lost for an unnecessary call. 


Prices rise drastically, 
but the salary remains the same,
folks struggle to buy food,
many go to bed hungry;
why is there such a disparity?


Faithful are deserting churches;
is faith dawning or pedophiles is the factor?
Pope Benedict XVI pleads vehemently;
why become priest, if one is pervert,
and be condemned by God, the Omnipotent?


Children are raised by a gay couple,
two males or females, trying to be
fathers and mothers without having morals,
why have they allowed this in our age...
when the bad influence will affect their brains?  


Smoking cigarettes causes many diseases,
people die by the thousands in cramped hospital rooms,
don't they know or read the warnings before inhaling?
They think it's cool for them, not for the unsophisticated,
and without guilt they drag others to an excruciating death.


Wake up, society and clean up your act;
if abusing your body is made by choice,
what about giving up all these bad habits that are extremely harmful,
and spare yourself a lot of useless suffering, and what's the glory in dying?


Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
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Premium Member PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ENABLES US TO DO THAT WHICH IS RIGHT IN HIS SIGHT

April 24 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Kings 12-14

Key Verse – 2Kings 12:2 And Jehoash did that which was right in the sight of the LORD all his days wherein Jehoiada the priest instructed him.

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ENABLES US TO DO THAT WHICH IS RIGHT IN HIS SIGHT	

Praise be to God for enabling us to do that which is right in His sight:
Guided with good motive      
Geared by His granted mercy 
Gripped amidst gracious mirth 
Girded through His great miracles
Governed along His gentle movement

2Kings 13:4 Praise be to the Lord 
Who hearkens to us when we beseech Him: 
Constantly with redemption’s faith
Consciously with refreshed faithfulness
Circumspectly with restored firmness
Courageously with revival-fervency
Consistently with replenished fruitfulness
 
2Kings 14:26 Praise be to the Saviour for 
seeing our afflictions, and helping us: 
Abide in His will
Abound in His work   
Adhere to His worth  
Assert His winning
Accomplish by His ways. Amen!

April 24, 2024

Premium Member Sixteen Years Ago

I met you on a course sixteen years ago
To this day I can remember your face
When we arranged, I didn’t think you’d show?
The museum was our secret meeting place

Though I am certain you have forgotten me
That moment left a deep, lasting impression
And if we met now, I’m sure you’d agree
I don’t need a priest or offer any confession

You gave me hope while tearing my life apart 
I galloped and took chances to message you
I shared my thoughts, but never my heart
It was going nowhere, and we already knew

Yes, you were the boost of self confidence
You banished all my hopeless, despondent, apathy
You proved it isn’t ever, ever, too late to dance
And I fell when you shook my family tree 

My God the pain as I opened the door
The agony of being free, yet so alone
Four sets of eyes tortured me when I Picked 
up my Sainsbury’s bags and I left home

Sixteen years passed since the change of life
I want to thank you with all my heart
Although I left my kids, I escaped my wife
You were the blue touch, the catalyst, the start

David Cox 23/09/20
© Dave Cox  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

A destined child

"I shall be like a tree planted by the river ... "  Psalm 1:3

A child born during thunderstorm that
Braved thunder lightning, grew up but
Could not cope brother Dane’s death
Depression, fear took an ugly turn 
Even as comforted by his calm-
Father, a revered church priest who
Gave his child - 6yr old Nikola all the wanted love, 
Handed him the precious Bible and
Inspired him with stories of Lord that
Just made boy Nikola learn and
Know the Bible by heart. Nikola
Learned Czech, Serbo-Croatian from
Mother who taught him patience -
Nurturing talent, creativity and
One of a kind eidetic memory
Procuring him scientific spirit and
Quest for wisdom that became a
Rage making Nikola never once
Stop in his storming life or
Tire from the hardships that
Unfolded at his each step of success
Veracity stood by Nikola Tesla who
Worked frantically for 20 hours a day
Xper who found use of alternating current
Yearned for peace in war torn world
Zap was life of such an illustrious man.


Mike Drop

Mike drop!

Just because the thought you have ran into overtime
You don't have to play as if rhymes do not rhyme
Thrill without skills
Techniques with out beats
Beds pulled down access with out sheets
Beat hold up repeats
Devastated as Skip chased knight rider black streets with out leaps
Peep game recognize game like monopoly without a same
Turn with sand burns
Park avenue with out turns
Dill lard cooks turn
Burn backs of chill burn
Bluto olive ships stern
Pop eyes Gargamel Smurf son
Shirt stocky like Rocky bull run
Chosen chapels like priest son
Choir shirts with out pleats son
Example related question interrogate that son
Open Sesame street son 
Big bird in trees without flowing tweets son
Literally drac cue the curtains ready for action applaud Oscar award son
Tony hip hop the skip scotch top charts with who son
Dedicated related to you 
Pushed back with hit tracks soundtracks eight black
Two streets with Maybach's
Sandy skilled take that 
Blowing winds made that
Frosty Pebbled laced that 
Lyrical that made that
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Step Aside

I was walkin' with my brothers
Through that acrid condition smell
Just two clicks inside the delta
We were walkin' into Hell 

Fightin' for the Crested Eagle
Dealt a deadly hand of five
Well we knew it was a-coming
But we couldn't Step Aside

Here we go Boys

Just a priest in Jesus service
With the Lords love did abide
Man, nor God could sink that ship boys
Bitter words and boastful pride

He stood shakin' in the darkness
Prayin' against the tide
And he never seen it comin'
But he couldn't Step Aside

Woooh Oh Woah Oooh oh
Yeah ahh yay Yeah Yeah
Followed by instrumental

That crown of thorns he's wearin'
Held the light from seepin' in
(High wail) . . . He was broken He was bleedin' 
As He suffered for our sins

Please do not forsake me Father
Redemption tears were all he cried
An' God knows He seen it comin' 
But He wouldn't Step Aside

Woooh Oh Woah Oooh Oh
Yeah ahh yay Yeah Yeah

Lord I know I hear you callin' 
Everyone I know feels so alone
Oh my God what have we done Lord
This world's turning cold as stone

Midnight's burning us alive, Lord
In a world we can't survive 
Will we stay or will we falter
Will we stand, or Step Aside
Form: Lyric

A Life Juxtaposed

The Creator became the creation 
He chose a virgin womb to be born 
It's something beyond our imagination 
How the Emmanuel became a child forlorn 

The Divine Architect was born in a manger,
The Beginning and the End, His life was brief
With no place to lay His head, like a stranger 
The Saviour of the world was hung like a thief 

The Bread of Life once was hungry for a meal 
The Righteous Lord was unjustly tried 
The Light of the world's last hours were a dark deal 
The Truth, accused by witnesses who lied 

The High Priest became the sacrificial Lamb
Wounded to heal us, His life was taken,
Blamed to pardon us, He remained dumb 
The Son of God, by His Father forsaken,

The Lion of Judah and Lamb of God is He 
The Door, He was sealed inside the cave
The Resurrection and the Life, died for you and me
The Chief Cornerstone was buried in the grave 

The True Vine gave Himself for His branches
The Good Shepherd died to show us the Way 
The Author and Finisher of our faith is Jesus 
He vanquished death and is alive today.



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25.9.16
Form: Rhyme

A Good Confession

A boy steps into the confessional booth at church and kneels.  The old priest is fast asleep and snoring behind the screen partition as the boy begins.

Bless me father for I have sinned
It has been two weeks since my last confession

I threw Mary down the stairs

I drank milk from the container

I pushed an old lady in front of a moving train
Several times and she did not die
There must be something wrong with her

I also touched myself in an impure manner once
Who am I kidding?  I did it thousands of times
And enjoyed every minute 

Bless me father for I have sinned
I blew up the town bridge with dynamite
And forgot to brush my teeth and do the dishes
The truth is; the bridge had it coming

Father forgive me for all the sins I do
Including the pack of lies I just told you

Premium Member 'The Way of the World,' or 'You Only Live Once'

 	        Finkelstein breezed through the Old Testament
             	Hebrew for him was no impediment
                   But no lobster, no shrimp?
                   On food he would not skimp! ,,,
                Eats pork too ~ No stomach for sentiment


                Ahmed thrilled to Muhammad and Allah
                He thought he’d be a great Muslim fellow
                    What’s this? – Pray five times a day
                    How well is that gonna pay
                 Ahmed’s new hero ~ L. Dicaprio


                 Ryan Kelly, the perfect altar boy
                 Brought the parish priest and his parents joy
                   Hold on – the priest’s celibate?
                   First his jaw dropped, then it shut
                 Ryan ran to the port, yelled ‘Ship Ahoy!’
Form: Limerick

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