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V-ery near is the world's end,
I-t weakens not your faith;
V-ery fine and perfect home
I-s truly worth the wait.
A-s the world's end is near,
N-ever will you lose your trust;
E-ven if darkness comes, so do mist, haze and dust.
L-ittle time is truly left
A-s the end draws nearer;
D-efend your one belief
A-gainst foe and evildoer.
O-ne hope and confidence
N-ever will waver nor wane;
A-side from severe sorrow, you must endure the pain.
B-e prepared, be aware,
A-lways praying to the Father;
L-et your request be heard
T-welfth morn November.
A-bout over is the night,
Z-enith waits for the sun to ascend;
A-llow your great love to flow
R-ight to the very end.
Frederick did mount his bike.
‘Bye Mum I’m off for a hike’
he said, as he went on his way,
that day, one sunny Saturday.
He was very close to running over,
a snail emerging from the clover.
‘Too fast’ it said, ‘you’ll crush my shell’,
‘Why didn’t you just ring your bell?’
He carried on and rode some more,
Then saw a snake upon the floor.
‘Get past’ it said ‘you’re far too slow,
for across this path I need to go!’
He sped up at the snake’s request,
he simply thought that was best!
The trumpet sound forced a pause,
or an accident he would have caused.
‘Don’t you look where you are going?’
said the elephant, his temper showing.
‘To miss something as big as me,
means surely you cannot see!
Around the elephant he rode,
before he came across a toad,
who leaped Frederick, bike and all,
then shouted, ‘good job you’re not too tall!’
Frederick headed home, he’d had enough,
of all this really silly stuff.
‘Good ride?’ Frederick’s Mum enquired,
but she knew nothing as it transpired!
‘A talking snail, snake and toad,
forced me to cross the road
and the elephant I couldn’t see,
decided to have a go at me!’
His mother merely shook her head,
then demanded that he go to bed,
‘Your lies Frederick are so absurd,
the most outrageous I’ve ever heard!’
Then Frederick's dad came running in,
‘You won’t believe what I’ve just seen?’
an elephant, toad, snail and snake,
of that there can be no mistake!’
‘Oh, my word’ his mother gasped,
‘what did they want? may I ask'.
‘To tell Frederick that they’re alright
Despite him giving them a fright.’
When Filey's rebel rousing rats,
Were terrorising local cats,
Who would not engage in rodent wars
Refusing even, to go outdoors.
No match for rats, that scavenge scraps,
Instead they sat on old maids laps.
While alley cats who acted tough,
Those rabid rats ignored their bluff.
Until George Burton's name, became folklore
When he destroyed those vermin, by the score.
And with his most aggressive stance,
Those rodents simply, never had a chance.
Then he would say, when quite certain.
Another one's down, it's gone for a Burton.
1/ 10/ 2022.
This is a rather whimsical tribute to the pest controller
George Burton. Who helped the town of Filey North Yorkshire
to maintain health and safety. As a request from his granddaughter.
March 25 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 13-16
Key Verse– 2Samuel 14:17 Then thine handmaid said, The word of my lord the king shall now be comfortable: for as an angel of God, so is my lord the king to discern good and bad: therefore the LORD thy God will be with thee.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WISDOM DISCERNER
Lord God, You are my wisdom Discerner by Your loving correction
Thank You for hearkening unto my humble supplication
Forgive my deceitful subtlety that leads to my destruction
I repent from my folly’s commotion of carnal reaction.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Discerner by Your peaceful calmness
Thank You for considering my beseeching plea and weeping mournfulness
Forgive my hatred and wrath caused by my bitterness
I repent from my badness due to influencing wickedness.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Discerner by Your prudent counsel
Thank You for granting my sincere request for which I prayerfully wrestle
Forgive my iniquity in doubting Your holy epistle
I repent from my fault that hinders me to excel.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Discerner by Your gracious engagement
Thank You for satisfying my heart seeking for Your fulfillment
Forgive my response of unbelief because of discontentment
I repent from my hypocrisy showing lack of commitment.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Discerner by Your righteous justice
Thank You for reigning over my devotion as Your servant-apprentice
Forgive my shallow devotion against diligent stewardship-practice
I repent from my unfaithfulness that defies Your divine notice.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Discerner by Your overtaking mercy
Thank You for restoring my fainting trust with Your love’s fervency
Forgive my conspiracy with worldliness’ indecency
I repent from my pride of humanistic fancy.
Lord God, You are my wisdom Discerner by Your mighty deliverance
Thank You for strengthening my weary hands in godly aim to advance
Forgive my comprises through fleshly arrogance
I repent from my selfishness with personal interest’s endurance.
March 25, 2023
Once exclusively for sailors,
Often after lots to drink,
Nowadays it seems that everyone
Is branded with some ink.
On an ankle or a shoulder,
Peeking out from neck or chest,
There are symbols, words or pictures,
Anything you can request.
I’ve seen butterflies and rainbows,
Angel wings on someone’s back;
And, quite often, patterns near the waist,
Above the rear-end crack.
Sometimes decorations cover
Every inch of someone’s arm.
Though to me, it looks grotesque,
I’m sure to others, it must charm.
When those sailors had exclusive
Claim to most of the tattoos,
Other people shied away and thought
They had too much to lose.
Yet today, tattoos are common.
Young and old give them a whirl;
But the only ones I never see
Are “Mom” and pin-up girl!
Getting up early to embark on a trip,
a snowy drive to Jersey.
Trying to quell my heart's rapid beats,
favored songs in my speakers.
"Hey man, I don't want to be alone,
not for this - not again."
"I've got you, bud -
when and where?"
Visiting his grave one more time,
now two years from the day.
Thinking of stories of him,
trying to remember his voice.
Two vets talking near a silent one;
chatting about old times and new.
I think he'd like to chime in,
and wish he could so bend our ears.
I didn't have to go there solo this round,
though it wouldn't be the first or last time.
My request for help via companionship,
so swiftly asked and answered.
Some brothers don't have the same blood
that runs through your veins;
through deed they cement the same bond,
through trials they bear the same scars.
Whenever you can, find these souls,
these spirits kind and kindred;
for when you fall, you may be stunned
at the number of hands there to lift you.
We all employ them in different ways,
most wisely, to inspire, cheer or praise.
Some try to keep them clean, and some do not.
Depleted of them, we can’t voice a thought.
We use them to make small talk, break the ice,
or offer resolutions, give advice.
We wheedle and beguile with them for gain,
or we may sharpen them, inflicting pain.
Consumed with envy, vengeance or with hate,
we hurl them to deride or to berate.
And it’s the foulest ones that some will seek
to ravage fragile spirits of the meek!
But other times, we ply them to entrance.
We spin a tale with them or make them dance
across a page in lines of poetry
by wielding them to capture imagery.
So whether they be dull or cast a spell,
we learn and grow if we digest them well.
And whether they be heard or signed or read,
it’s by the power of words mankind is led.
for Mac McGovern's "by request only contest, part 2"
My poems are like creeping vines that I have planted well,
I tend them in my garden of evergreen poetry to be strong;
They are waiting quietly to release their swirling spiral tendrils,
Tendrils that will adhere and entwine and entangle you in my words.
You have whispered to me a challenge and I quiver with joy,
My need to capture you is overwhelming, I am driven to win;
I will do anything you request of me to impress and to please you,
But to lose, it is unfathomable and I can become hostile and clinging.
Can you not see my words so lovely, like wandering thread,
I am tranquility and you can rest in my coolness and my shade;
Hugging, caressing whispering to your muse my beautiful wordiness,
Come wrap yourself in my words, be entwined, there will be no escape.
I was born to write innocent words, to give my writing power,
My need is great, to be acknowledge and known is my one goal;
Nothing else will be acceptable, I crave your muse to hear my cry,
Take my wild poetic words and poems high and let me shine in the sun.
Let's make a deal, if you release me on my upward journey,
I will not encircle you in my wandering seeking green tendrils;
Withdrawal of my choking, hanging greenness will be your reward,
You will be quite safe after I withdraw my clinging hold on your muse.
______________________________
September 23, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Like Creeping Tendrils
Copyright Protected, ID 15-711-661-0
all Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, You Want It Bad, Then Bribe Me,
sponsor, Casarah Nance
Fourth Place
I found a bunch of letters
Dated 1993,
Which were written by my son from camp
And forwarded to me.
It was his first time staying there,
For one month, in a bunk.
He was away, with new routines
And he was in a funk.
His letters said he missed us
And was homesick just at night.
Aside from that, it seemed that he
Was managing all right.
A theme that was recurring
Mentioned we should send him stuff.
It sounded like, to him, our parcels
Weren’t filled enough.
This summer, his own son’s at camp -
First time, a different place,
But now in photos sent
We see his mostly smiling face.
His emails sound more upbeat
(Just a tiny “miss you” cloud),
Though he can’t request a package
Since today, they’re not allowed.
In Memphis, on Beale Street,
The piano man played,
A whiskey on ice at his side.
He commanded his fingers
And oh, they obeyed
And we all tagged along for the ride.
He sang what he liked
And he'd take a request
And he did a fine job at the keys.
If it were an interview,
He'd passed the test
For his voice and his playing did please.
The few of us there
Tossed some tips in his jar
And we clapped and I'm sure he felt good,
But there's one just like him
In so many a bar,
Never earning the money he should.
But he raised up our night,
Gamely playing his role
And we're lucky we walked through that door;
Yet no matter how much
He gave out of his soul,
He'll be back the next night, giving more.