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Believing is man's real problem
especially concerning God's word
for some reason, it's all denial
why oh why, unbelief is so absurd
God has made it so simple
Jesus died on the cross for you
He shed His blood to set you free
believe this for it's all true
The truth of God's word
encourages real faith seeing
so you also can believe
God's with you to believing
So from today till the glory
the Lord looks for your faith
show yourself as one approved
I will confess my Lord you saith
God is absolutely pleased
when He sees your faith in action
by believing in His dear son
Jesus your saviour be your reaction
(This is written basing my thoughts on the hymn " I do believe, I will believe")
I Do Believe, I Will Believe
1 I do believe, I will believe
That Jesus died for me,
That on the cross He shed His blood,
From sin to set me free.
2 I do believe, I now believe
The truth of God’s own Word;
And from today till glory bright,
I will confess my Lord.
(c) Bible Truth Publishers
Those publishers sent their reply
an email rejection slip
I took my time to read each line
while I bit my bottom lip.
They said the imagery was strong
with elements of cliché
the punctuation was all wrong
repeatedly.
They’re “sorry” they won’t print
my words of freedom
now all I seem to have
rejection songs
rejection songs
I tried to free my mind, over a thousand pages
but now they've made up their minds
after I'd used my energy
now I’m “unsuccessful this time”
But their bottom line is profit
with markets and trends where they look
my poetry’s not the right fit
in their current season of books
Won't they ever print
these words of freedom?
when all the words I see
rejection songs
rejection songs
rejection songs
I tried to free my mind, over a thousand pages,
but they had made up their minds
and I’d used up all my energy
on submissions time after time
Their world is driven by profit
why don’t you take a look?
seems poetry doesn’t quite fit
in their latest season of books
We still have words to sing
poetry is freedom
even when we receive
those rejection songs
Even when we receive,
those rejection songs
poetry is freedom
words of freedom
The Salt of the Earth
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Pakistani musicians making music with pyramids and suffering?
Is it Pakistani musicians finding suffering in heart problems and untimely
hospital stays?
Is it Jordanian warriors tied to their culture, but yearning for the love of the world?
Is it soft hearted geniuses doubting their own efficacy but yet affirming my soul?
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Divinity Students weighted down by the complexities of a God who would
forsake the downtrodden?
Or good hearted economists calling them commies?
Is it bow tie wearing conservatives who feed my mind yet bring a wry smile?
Is it Lesbian ethics professors who wage war on injustice?
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Jewish prophets of industry who volunteer to fight on the front lines and
receive stress and conflict in return?
Is it Jewish prophets of industry who write with courage and integrity to
publishers who shun the very idea of the Divine?
Is it cross wearing angels of administration who work behind close doors of
schedules and student suffering?
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Buddhist clinicians who start health care programs and help the unfeeling to
feel?
Is it loving pastors who pray with sincerity and conviction?
Is it a woman on the street teaching the rest of us to be grateful?
Or is it some wonderful euphony?
Or is it some wonderful euphony of people in conflict, yet all serving the same
goal?
Or is it some wonderful sound, as a sweet incense that though we refuse to
understand each other or consider the others vantage, together because our
hearts are good,
Together because our hearts are good.
Together because our hearts are good, we become a sound.
We become the sound of rushing water, and preserve the earth as one.
He wrote poems that nobody read
He wrote sayings that never got said
He wrote lyrics that nobody sung
They were masterful - every one
He wrote essays never taken up by the cause
With his writing he seldom would pause
He wrote novels that nobody saw
The publishers never did call
His creativity, nobody else could match
He had ideas nobody else could hatch
But his product nobody else would see
Because he lacked notoriety
But his pen continued to flow
Though the results had nowhere to go
He put them out on the Internet
But nobody has read them yet
They buried that poor man today
Still not knowing what he had to say
His gift he tried so hard to share
Is lost in the ethereal somewhere
Perhaps this story is true
Perhaps this is all about you
If so, I feel your pain
There are many who can make this claim
Variations On A Theme...
Ach'n (ache Ken) Existential Struggle...
(NOT by Bellini, Paganini, Rossini...
Eeny Meany Miney Moe - si,
nor the three stooges tee hee hee)
twill never end till...this oft writ trend
of mine will never end,
only when...mortality
ike'n no longer defend!
Thus...once again, (or...as per usual),
this poem iz a boot
ruminations about bout,
who else except this ole coot
at das receiving end damned
lifetime role, and goot
raw end of deal, sans docks side of
moon efficient intervention
(teachers never gave a hoot)
as they appeared oblivious,
how moost all classmates did loot
mine emotional account, viz
cheap trick super tramp ping coot
tees reviled, renounced,
and wreaked havoc as root
of all misfortunate previous
to mine existence,
as iced (sic culled) hood
reaper remained mute
and scythe lent,
while (cue in dolorous)
melody issued from
Mose Arts magic flute,
whereat serpent (also known
in political circles as
Sally Salamander Newt
Gingrich) charmed goaded,
and relentlessly needled
Eve with snake hushed snoot,
thenceforth viper got ramrod
rigid taut as jute
of course this a fallacy as
just smore hove my fruit
fully "FAKE" pre fabric hated
discombobulated trumpeting ill suit
head prevarications – more
offal than glute
tee us expulsion, donned
as invisible faux poetic
apparel clothing with astute
cheeky effects, thus allowing,
enabling, and providing
adapt tub bull usage as zoot suit,
or as space age jumpsuit,
when I travel (with my cute Malamute
outsize prairie dog like fine home
companion) to the outer limits
of the twilight zone,
which groovy farout signals
detected by vodafone
and desperate plea made
to aliens to abduct me
(receiving an affirmative
digital binary tone)
courtesy of publishers,
unlike the negative responses,
predictably forecast, no complex koan
but clear as day -
inducing a slight inward moan,
which figurative slap in face
finding yours figuratively prone,
hence...a recurring well known
fantasy regarding plucking
this chicken (198920) heart lee
moss see rolling stone.
Those books which were rejected by the Council of Hippo
Being non-biblical belong to what is called the Apocrypha
These books of the Bible
They are often well worth reading as they offer much historical information
Not otherwise available
However
Some of these stories
Slightly heretical tendencies
The Catholic use of the word “Apocrypha”
Defined aboveShould be distinguished from the incorrect Protestant use of the word
Protestants use this term to designate the seven books of the Bible included in the Catholic Bible canon
But not accepted or found in Protestant Bibles
These seven books are
Tobit, Judith, Wisdom, Sirach
1 and 2 Maccabees and parts of Esther and Daniel
Protestants call the books
Found in the Catholic
Apocrypha
The Pseudepigraphal books
Copyright, 2005, 2002, 1987 & 1981 BY DEVORE & SONS,INC.
WICHITA, KANSAS 67201
COPYRIGHT, 1970 BT CATHOLIC BIBLE PUBLISHERS
WICHITA, KANSAS 67201
Form:
Countless lives have been rearranged
By the power of written words;
For the better many people change,
While the others from bad to worse.
Millions of books have been printed
By authors, editors, and publishers;
These precious pages are widely studied
By students, mentors and researchers.
There are books about ideology,
Religion, law, and critical thinking;
One page can twist man's philosophy,
Even a slave may turn into a king.
Computer wizards around the world
Introduce the wonders of internet;
Updated information they upload
May be copied and pasted to a booklet.
Grandmasters win the chess game,
For they scan every available strategy;
Triumphs toward fortune and fame
Inspire them to enhance their ability.
From college down to elementary,
Written words of wisdom cure schism;
From general psychology to history,
From physical science to journalism.
Books on music, marriage, counseling,
Bibliotherapy, short stories, poetry;
Superheroes, wars, engineering,
Medicine, sports, economics, IT.
But above these books is the Bible,
For God, our Father, is the Author;
The Scripture offers life eternal
From the one true God, our Creator.
Everybody has a story to tell
Publishers put the pages together to sell
Leather bounded and sewn
Message marketed over the phone
It takes days to years
Sweating blood emotional tears
A package arrives in the author’s mail
Books for donation or sale
A commentary on life shared
Creative interpretation setting off an understanding flare
No one gets hurt in fictional genre
Dropping subtle hints entertaining with drama
Is there a problem?
We do not know
Compose a story and let the angry discussion go
Expressing opinions in a debate
Could solve a situation creating the hate
Started by a mistake
Needing to be made straight
Acting like a safety basin
Novelist issues are ray sin
An antagonist with an evil glow
Displaying topics letting the pages flow
Next time a reader encounters a piece
Sit back and enjoy the typing tease
Put the red pen down
Listen to the writer’s sound
Contents on the electronic paper counts
Especially when the tension mounts
After closing a book
Digesting the meal from the penning cook
Exercising intellectual concern
Working out when the lesson is learned
A healthy imagination a must
When developing fantasy based on trust
I once received awards and lost them its a sad thing.
It would be a blessing to get them back, is the best thing.
Contest publishers,sweepstakes publishers,lottery publishers is the best thing to receive.
So many lost rewards came threw the mail, its a shame i lost them as well. I would love to move foward in the industry and become a representative again as well.
To receive a award is the greatest thing in life i would love to be awarded for great insight.
Might i get this lucky chance to success in the industry is my only advance.
I love the world and what it has,awards can make me free atlast. Lost audit awards its a shame they passed.
Receiving the reward of riches could set me free at last.
Awards awards awards for poetry what a blast.
If you have a dragon, a great furnace he makes.
belching his fire can heat your entire place.
But, there is one problem, non initially foreseen;
you see dragons, like people, have their own dreams.
We’ve hired a new dragon and now I will tell,
the story of a dragon, who did very well.
So well in fact, that fame took him away
and we were left freezing, on a very cold day.
Most dragons hibernate in warm weather, you see;
but ours was an insomniac; he just couldn’t sleep.
Dreams of grandeur kept him awake;
his imagination soared; his ideas were just great.
He asked for his own blank journal and pen;
he filled it up quickly and asked us again, to
provide him with another and in them he stored,
hundreds of poems and sketches galore.
One day I went downstairs and imagine my shock;
he had hammer and chisel and was carving a rock!
He smiled as he chiseled and then moved away
and I’d been immortalized in marble, that day.
Oh he was so proud; his smile how it beamed
and he asked if I’d get him a bowl of ice cream.
He’d worked up a sweat, as stone carvers do
and then he asked if we had any nail glue.
He’d broken some claws while carving his rock;
Fortunately, we had our supply fully stocked.
He was patched up and really enjoyed his ice cream;
into his journal he recorded more things.
He filled volumes of journals and more
and then made notes on our walls and even on doors.
Well, we just couldn’t keep it all quiet, you see;
so the media got wind of his talent and dreams.
They camped on our lawn and he gave interviews;
would you believe it, the next thing we knew was that,
he could also sing and play guitar; had offers from producers
and publishers; someone gave him a car!
It was pretty clear he’d not be held back;
he gave us his car and went in to pack.
A limo was waiting to drive him away;
we all shed huge tears during that long, last day.
He referred an old friend for our heating needs
and headed for Hollywood; big producers to see.
Well, that was that, we felt he’d moved on,
but we soon discovered that we were wrong.
To be Continued...