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Beware of false prophets Jesus said
many will be led astray at the end
for many say they are Christ but are not
be true to God's love, please don't bend
Jesus warned of the coming tribulation
which will be on a scale not known before
these days will be cut short for the elect
only our heavenly father knows what's in store
The Son of Man is certainly coming
all of earth will mourn that terrible day
when Jesus comes in power and glory
gathering HIs elect that walks His way
Lessons can be taught from the fig tree
when its leaves show, Christ is near
even as close as being at the gate
so God's word makes this so very clear
No one knows the exact time of arrival
only God in Heaven knows when we're to expect
for the master will come at an unknown time
one thing is certain Jesus will come to collect
His collection will be only for His elect
those that believe and trust in His gospel
the many that reject Christ will be lost
so be sure and ready for His call to tell
My sense of humor odd a bit
enough sometimes for a fat lip
People don't laugh seldom smile
say things abusive and loud
My parents were married happily
for as their son they deny it was me
No friends so they tied a pork chop around my neck
and the family dog became vegan I was reject
Never good at math numbers don't add up
subtract money I don't have became bankrupt
Voted in the election for the wrong guy
he won but for my vote he still denies
Why can't the sky be orange
nothing rhymes with orange new line
My humor makes me laugh out loud
but my laughter is lonely somehow
Jokes tell on me more than I do them
with my humor I never win.
God spoke, and light from darkness came,
while making earth, He did the same.
The moon, the sun, the stars, and birds,
were all created by His word.
As sovereign God, He rules o’er all
His power none can ever stall.
Yet power does not fully show,
the essence God wants us to know.
As Elohim, God transcends all
His greatness can create a wall.
If this is all we know of Him,
Our view of God will then be flawed.
As Yahweh, God is near to us
O’er human beings, He makes a fuss.
That’s why He sent His only Son
to rectify what sin had done.
Immanuel was God with us.
God in flesh left us nonplussed.
Creator God as creature came,
to redeem us and take our shame.
Who would not love a God like this,
Such love deserves a holy kiss.
So, why do humans reject God?
It’s surely not because He’s flawed.
Satan presents God as aloof
and cites sin’s effects as his proof.
He smears God’s nature with his lies,
and God’s true goodness he denies.
Search for yourself, the sacred text,
Then review history’s record next.
With an open mind, ponder the facts
Carefully examine God’s acts.
If due diligence you would do,
you may just change your point of view.
Read Chesterton and Lewis too,
and you will see that God is true.
God is powerful, yet personal,
His attributes are supernal.
May we who God’s own image bear,
desire to, His likeness share.
Clusters of refugee bubbles
Expelled from the side of my tank
Rise expanding in upward travels
Escaped depths, burst at surface
Forging against their vigour
Persuasive stream broken
by my bulky silver body
Interrupting incoming ongoing
Enthusiastic thousands
Spurts of filter flung hum
Tickle my sheer cycling fins
Tell me to nose dive again
Breaking trails of oxygen globes
Until Billy Bully Salmon slices in
Languid flicks follow frantic fro
Gyrating spotty specimen vie
Lunch pellet plops induce swished thrashing
Tumult on top flung untimed as ocean fury
Gaping lips capable of feeding incidentally
Cylindrical home groans, crowded by peers
Graduates from Tank Eight are due soon
To meet with intention, purpose imposed
Sight of orange net scooping candidates
Occasions mayhem, frenzied to catch bus
I surge with the fastest, fattest prime
For my place in net destiny
Overexposed oxygen exhausts me
Begins cressendo to deliver my bounty
Dry eyed tribute to nurtured practice honed
My splatting undulations
boast industry success
Cod calls me to lemon rained plate haven
Farmed fellows raised by deliberation
Egg nursery, microscopic sluge whirls
Infuse infant entire crew with dedication
To feed, to fulfil, crisp silver skin served
If you think eating me equals ocean depletion
You'll be pleased to imbibe controlled science
Take it from me, fat salmon, Raymond
I am desperate to get in your gut!
My reason for existence is to be ravished
Don't reject majestic fish - re-examine
The pearly peach flesh down throat glide
Indulge charitable fridge wrapped salmon
Thomas Hobson (1544 –1631)
in 19th century late
a Cambridge ostler and postal carrier
set his priorities straight
he owned a livery stable
of 40 Hackney horses or more
plus boots bridles and whips
and put the horse the cart before
after the animal left the barn
by bolting fast the door
and as precautionary balm
the nag nearest the stable gate
the worn-out equine storm to calm
was the firm rule he did make
this one or none in the stall
was that which customers had to take
or do with no ride at all
but for the paying equestrians
either way they win or lose
as there was no choice but accept or reject
for any of them to choose
Abnormal reactions,
Big stuff ups,
Countless mistakes,
Deliberate interference.
Everyday occurrences,
Foolish moves,
Give false hope,
Hear the anguish.
Injustice on the rise,
Judges on the take,
Known by those who have lost the use of their tongue.
Love seeds now uncommon,
Money in the hands of the few,
No relief in sight,
Only a few still in the fight.
Possibilities for grandchildren to,
Quietly tip the balance,
Right messages uplifted essential,
Should they reject fake news.
Temperature extremes,
Unlikely all will survive,
Very little shade,
Where trees no longer exist.
Xylophones silent,
Yachts languishing in unsafe harbours,
Zebras no longer crossing.
Apples not falling far from the tree,
Big decisions needed from little people.
Wake up teachers
You cannot hide forever
School should not be a cultural battle among teachers
Religion should not be used to rattle our aim!
New and Older teachers do not give yourselves
To those who want to treat you like cattle!
Some possess a mind like a machine
Reject the tricks and the clicks in the staffroom
The greed in their hearts will bleed their
Purpose in the wrong direction!
There are so many male and female witches in the staffroom
Often referred to as female dogs as they try to stitch up
The mouths of others because they want to talk and
Walk in a laughter of deceit—we must defeat their misguided notion!
Wake up new and older teachers
Look at all the students
You sent in the wrong way
Because of your cultural ambition!
Change your mind and change your direction
So that you can have a work and not a job!
Wake up teachers
You cannot hide forever but
For those who hide behind the principal
These words are strictly for you
Copyright 2024
The will to power is a prominent concept in Nietzschean philosophy,
And exerted a strong influence on some major movements in history.
Its effect can be traced to the fields of politics, evolution, and psychology,
And provides useful insights into the subject of African slavery.
Nietzsche’s belief in the concept of higher or master morality,
Lead him to disavow ideas of egalitarianism and democracy.
Master morality, which values pride and power was thought to be superior,
And slave morality, which values kindness, empathy, and sympathy inferior.
Hitler was attracted to and influenced by aspects of Nietzschean philosophy.
And the Nazis selectively used his philosophy to justify their infamous activity.
Ideas are not immaterial they are important in shaping our views.
It was erroneous ideas that lead Hitler to kill six million Jews.
The Nazi order praised the Antebellum South and its existing societal order,
Which kept African Americans at the lowest rungs of the social ladder.
Hitler believed that a Confederate victory would have made America a great nation,
One ruled “by a real Herren-class,” and based on inequality and black subjugation.
While Americans reject Nazism, the idea of white supremacy persists in our society.
And we must realize that this idea is antithetical to the principle of democracy.
If our nation wishes to eradicate systemic racism and correct the effects of slavery,
We must remove from public places the monuments and symbols of the Confederacy.
But the removal of monuments and symbols alone will not atone for our nation’s iniquity,
America must finally acknowledge the national sin and evil of black slavery,
Reform its educational system that still perpetuates the myth of white superiority,
And remove the barriers that prevent blacks from achieving social and economic parity.
Over a century after the abolition of slavery, the evil of racism still haunts this nation,
That prides itself as a bastion of equality, liberty, and a model of cultural integration.
It is time for this generation of Americans who live in a society built on injustice,
To take responsibility for proactively addressing injustice and ending racial prejudice.
King Vlad is anything but Democracy’s man of the hour.
Rather, à coup sûr, he’s really Stalin’s nasty little boy
who ironically parades "svoboda" and "glasnost" like
he really means them—actually he means them not.
King Vlad’s political traditions and pronouncements
are well-known among those who are sadly aware
of his tapestry of treachery and deceit—oh so slovenly woven
for all to see, just like some of his fellow-gangster favorites:
Lenin, Stalin, Beria, Molotov, Brezhnev, and Andropov.
King Vlad is anything but a real world leader . . .
His "Kind" are an open book for all to see and understand
what they are and what they mean for all who strive
for openness, decency, and real compassion in the
twenty-first century world order.
King Vlad—just like his Dracula name sake,
is a man without a soul, without a conscience,
who shall never shudder, wince or cry
at the piercing death rattle of a Kalashnikov.
King Vlad is truly no friend of Democracy,
sounding even at times not unlike Hitler;
he’s a demon leader with innocent blood on his hands,
always quick with the old Soviet reply:
Lie . . . Deny . . . Accuse . . . Reject . . . Criticize . . .
all tools of this redoubtable master of prevarication.
King Vlad should know that the Heavenly Souls
of flight MH17 know the "bitter truth," gorkaya pravda,
surrounding his lies, treachery, and deceit—all pejorative
attributes to a man with the mask of a real monster who
had the very best Soviet teachers.
And so Generalissimo Stalin . . .
How do you like your nasty little boy now???
He’s right up your alley, right???
“Putin” has five letters just like “Devil.”
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (August 9, 2014)
(Free Verse)
Some people long for the ability to be invisible
Others are invisible against their choice
Ignored, and looked past as though nothing was there
Perhaps its the all black attire that I wear
No one sees me for me, no one looks past the surface
If they did, even the stares of lust would cease
But the people who say that they care
When called upon for help, are found no where
Like a shadow in the night, I am unseen
Too horrific to be acknowledged
If they were to show the slightest kindness
Than they would have to acknowledge my darkness
My past makes the bravest people fearful
Makes them cower in terror away from me
Too much for them to be able to accept
So instead they do what's easier and reject
I am the shadow in the night
Designed to give a fright
Not a single bit of light
Fighting with all my might