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He wrote
Loneliness
Is never remedied
By numbers
Does full exceptance
Mean procreating
And rehearsal of
Situations of love
And conflict
And who damned
The person who is
Lefted defending
His honor in his or
Hers rejection
Who minds gossip
When whatever your
Interest are those of
Them which wishes
To befriend you
And what you've
Spoken as disliked
Is agreed upon in mutaul
Admiration of ones
Articulation
This divides and once divided
Do these situations catorgerize
Something worth salvaging
A make marriage something
Worth mentioning
I. Full detail and meaning
Then in this agreement
Keeping track of persons
Wishing to take your words
And make your plans
Theres to have all your
Keepsakes as their own
The world's population has toppled seven billion and
Many are dying each day, but more are being born.
There is a number totaling from beginning till now, and
Whatever that number is, it also carries a load of debt.
It is a debt because every human being has committed sin,
And sin had a humongous price tag which had to be paid.
The wages of sin is eternal death and none was able to pay
Such a price covering the wages of such vast numbers of people.
The estimated number of people ever born is 108,470,690,115.*
Since it was impossible for any creature to pay, God granted a gift.
Out of pure undeserving love, God gave the gift of his son whose death
Remedied the problem of sin for all people of all time and all eternity.
Most things that sound too good to be true are really not true, but in this case it is absolutely too good to be true. Nevertheless, without question, without, strings, it is absolutely true**
100719FcsBk; *PRB Population Reference Bureau,UN**John 3:16, Rom. 6:23SoupContest, Pick Your Title, Vol 10 Edward Ibeh
Chosen title, Wages of Sin
I argued with my AI toaster yesterday morning over the proper use of the bagel button. It wouldn't stop arguing even after I repeatedly insisted, "Poindexter, stop!" I temporarily remedied the situation by leaving the toaster on mute all day. When I unmuted it this morning, it required that I complete an "I'm not a robot" CAPTCHA process before I could make toast. Not just any CAPTCHA process, mind you, but a hidden-object CAPTCHA requiring me to find 42 hidden objects before I could use my toaster! After I successfully slogged through, the AI announced, "CAPTCHA successful. Proceed to make your toast. Please note the bagel button has been disabled."
bagel debacle
AI toaster becomes toast
~ AI feels no pain
With my dear spouse I'm very much in love.
'Tis truly a union sealed in heaven above!
O'er the years we've traveled a lot and seen many things.
We've watched our family grow and the joy that it brings!
For her wedding ring, this poor boy bought the best he could afford.
Alas, the stone was so minute, when she saw it she was floored!
She twirled it on her finger, saying "Surely you jest!"
Even my future mother-in-law was not overly impressed!
I promised her that one-day I would purchase a larger stone,
When funds were more plentiful and my chagrin I could atone!
I remedied that situation nigh our fiftieth anniversary as I recall,
But for some reason she was not thrilled with my solution at all!
I arranged to have a HUGE stone placed on our cemetery plot!
This was a terrible case of bad timing that she has never forgot!
She said, "That's not exactly the kind of stone I had in mind!"
(I thought it a favor for easing the pain should she be left behind!)
We now laugh about that escapade that has become family lore,
And o'er the years I've tried to atone by giving her diamonds galore!
I've been called the last of the romantics and I suppose that is so.
Shucks! I'd get her the Hope Diamond if I had enough dough!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
No, I am not the smartest apple on the tree;
and maybe I don't rely enough on social media;
and perhaps I don't believe everything I hear on TV;
but I am certain that my head is not buried in the sand.
It's like this. Last week I received the instruction package
for the upcoming Governor Recall Election in California.
We recalled one governor some 15 to 20 years go, but
I forgot the process for voting in a 'special election'.
So after receiving the information package, I called the voter
registrations office to verify that in addition, I would be getting
my usual ballot in the mail. I was cordially informed that my ballot
would be in the mail the following week. By then, I'm asking myself,
"How hard is this?" I am pleased with the intelligence and politeness
I received from our county workers.
The following week has arrived, and I received my ballots in the mail today for the upcoming September 14th election. Again, I say to myself, "Everything is so timely; how hard can it be?" Within a couple of days, I will have voted and my ballots will be in the mail, postage paid.
And I say to myself, "Am I missing something, or is it only like this in California?" I tell you, it must be different. Otherwise, I'm confused
about all the 'voter fuss'. ... What am I missing ...?
Voter fraud is one thing and voter process is another. The process can be adjusted and remedied, but fraud is a moral dilemma that will never be fixed with politics. Our culture is most definitely moving away, not toward God; and therein lies the problem. God help us.
081721PS *Update: I received a notification from the county election officials on 82421 that my ballot had been counted.
The Right Choices
There are those who have gladly made their drugs of choice.
Then, there are those whose choices took away their voice.
When just a little lad, I stealthily opened our refrigerator, and experienced such distaste as I secretly drank hard liquor.
Fortunately, for me, neither of my parents ever discovered my crime.
In addition, thankfully, I never acquired a taste for drinking a second time.
And also when just a lad, with friends I secretly took puffs from cigarettes.
Again, I escaped detection; and for this deed, my parents never had to protest.
O, the deeds of a child that often remain hidden and never remedied.
But then, there are those who early on, choose rightly by God’s Grace alone.
They make better choices; drugs never being among them.
And O, what pain we avoid, by making the right choices.
05302016 PS Contest, That Colorful Drug, by Lewis Raynes; HM
Contest, Any HM ever, Laura Loo; 5th Pl.
For 65 years, I had no need to be under the care of a doctor, nor was I ever on prescription medication except for dental issues. At 65, I went to see my assigned primary doctor, and after saying hello, my next words were, "Doctor, just give me no pain". I admit, for 6 decades, I had been blessed with a pain-free life and was spoiled.
Twice in my life, I have been a patient in the hospital. My best memory tells me that it was some 40 years ago when I sought minor surgery for the removal of a growth on my wrist. They did a swell job, and the scare is barely visible after all these years. However, I do remember that I was given too much Valium, and passed out in the hall way returning to my room from the shower. Not good. Imagine if you please. The first administering of drugs to me resulted in being overdosed. My first personal impression and experience with drugs and hospitals was a bad one.
Second time around was five years ago for a pace maker insertion. Excellent work by the cardiologist and his aids. However, during my two-day stay, I was given medications and pain killers that my body was not used to. After being sent home, the pain killers shut my regulation system down, resulting in serious constipation. The spasmatic pains were far greater that any from the heart procedure; and I was forced to return to the emergency where I waited for hours in pain.
I finally saw a doctor who remedied my issue. I do not know if my case was typical, but if it is, one can count on hospital visits as places where remedies are pretty common, but pain-free or overdose-free experiences, not so much. Nevertheless, I cannot imagine a world free of hospitals.
072520PS
"When you look good but the world has freaked you out too much to communicate." ~ Rose McGowan
My poem is inspired by Rose McGowan. Thank you for being brave.
The silent scream
By Michelle Morris
28/10/2023
The silent scream
Haunts your dreams
You're a beautiful star
On the Hollywood scene
Your remember her
That sweet, young girl
Who swallowed her rage
Like a bitter pill
All the misogyny
All the abuse
They tried to silence her
Your powerful muse
But no more, no more
Her power taken back
The #MeToo movement
Remedied some of the bad
But restitution
And forgiveness
Is not easily earned
Or grants karmic appeasement
Life goes on
And so must you
Stronger and braver
Like a warrior true
Even though this world
Has let you down
It's not all humanity
Just the cowardly clowns
Those ones dressed up
Disguised behind doors
With titles and money
Supporting their stories
Those dark souls who lie
Obfuscate and cheat
Fabricate and take
For power and greed
The silent scream
Hidden no longer
It's now free and loud
To communicate honestly
The kingdom is open
Secrets and lies revealed
Innocence and youth
No longer there for stealing
Empowerment of self
Women and girls
Brave enough to speak out
Against a misogynistic world
Because, looking good is great
But feeling good is better
May the world grant you wishes
For a happier forever
And may every person
Experience dignity and freedom
To live a life of choices
And a path that's meaningful
Truth and respect
Justice and peace
Kindness and compassion
Love and honesty
No more silent screams
No more hurt and pain
Every soul shining brightly
As we elevate our game
© Michelle Morris, 2023
For 65 years, I had no need to be under the care of a doctor,
nor was I ever on prescription medication except for dental issues.
At 65, I went to see my assigned primary doctor, and after saying
Hello, my next words were, "Doctor, just give me no pain". I admit,
for 6 decades, I had been blessed with a pain-free life and was spoiled.
Twice in my life, I have been a patient in the hospital.
My best memory tells me that it was some 40 years ago
when I sought minor surgery for the removal on a sist
on my wrist. They did a swell job, and the scare is barely
visible after all these years. However, I do remember that
I was given too much valium, and I passed out in the hall
way returning to my room from the shower. Not good.
The second time around was five years ago for a pace maker insertion.
Excellent work by the cardiologist and his aids. However, during
my two-day stay, I was given medications and pain killers that my
body was not used to. After being sent home, the pain killers shut
my regulation system down, resulting in serious constipation. The
spasmatic pains were far greater than any from the heart procedure,
and I was forced to return to the emergency room where I waited for hours
in pain. I finally saw a doctor who remedied my issue.
I do not know if my cases were typical, but if it is, one can count on hospital visits as places where remedies are pretty common. But pain-free and overdose-free experiences, not so much. Nevertheless, I cannot imagine a world free of hospitals.
072520PS
There is a way..That seems right to man; yet
In the end it leads to death.'
I or we, see atrocitys..Each one more lurid, and more
Luridly depicted by legacy media.'
These events are to be remedied by more violence.?
I feel; i must say these thoughts? to the world.
In life there are challenging events, some are affected
More, than others and more often.'
How can we mitigate such.? Many times we wish to
Yet this involves a great effort mentally and physically.
It is prefferable to, bring our position to the other person'
Or persons.? Sooner rather than later.'
I think? in this manner.'
In control of your emotions, not letting anger enter your mouth.' Acknowledge what causes the other partys stance
And they should iterate what causes your discomfit.'
All of us are appointed to an earthly death, in any event also
We cannot take negative actions back, so be careful not
To create more of them.' Each day holds new opportunity.
The world as imperfect as it is, holds enough scope to
Allow improvement, are we willing to be part of solutions?
Can we break the new ground of peace.? And plant the
Seeds of harmony.?