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yesterday March 6th, 2021
reading (cover to cover) Pennsylvania Gazette
March/April 2021 issue.
Proud papa highly regards eldest daughter,
University of Pennsylvania alum
as academic whip smart high achiever,
she did (after quite a stretch of time
after graduating) become
self supporting earning hand over fist money
as yours truly
(her biological father) feels glum,
cuz I would qualify
mine existence as humdrum
hence quite envious at well deserved income,
which exact dollar figure I will remain mum
yet if privy being financially,
what me worry would become obsolete
mine mental would find me comfortably numb
livingsocial in splendour
versus dwelling in slum
bring (think dirt poor -
according to youngest sister)
whereby financial shortcoming exacerbates
predilection toward anxiety
with distress squarely within tum.
Back during mine salad days
earlier within mein kampf
precious time squandered away
this doubting thomas
grabbing life by figurative horns,
his outlook toward future
did excel at procrastination,
a pointedly powerful stance did delay
ambivalence toward purposefulness
hit me courtesy metaphorical
ton of bricks, now at threescore earth orbits
around the sun absorb shock
while grizzled and gray
recognizing when sober
upon post drinking up lackadaisical indifference
feigning to care not a whit,
I allude to johnny come lately self actualization
analogous to confronting judgement-day
resigned to gather wilted, shriveled, matted
rosebuds while I may
experience e'en just fleeting aliveness,
thus yours truly doth pray
to dance (why I'll) while
these spindleshanks sashay
into Elysian Fields
exorcising atrophied muscles oy vey!
The bettor I set forth, the less you appear to care.
Hence, the best I attempt, the farther I prosper.
It looks that you cannot complete this assignment.
For every solo blink, sheerer gets incitement.
The time has shown up for you to be conscious.
To branch out into the world for karma purposes.
The shortcoming lies with me for wrecking you.
At that point, I whimsy it was the right track to do.
The bettor I serve, the best I can observe.
On account of you, I retained the option to improve.
Flying is the best trail for ascertaining your way.
There are a variety of events present today.
The issue is resolved, and the site is likely.
Launch your destiny without uncertainty.
It's useless whether you admire me.
Either you involve me or won't be your plea.
I'm hesitant; however, one object is clear.
I'll wait by there till the silver star appears.
You needn't bother with my increased support.
It's fit beyond due that I discharge you in short.
Written: November 21, 2021
Falling, I don't know what to do
Down the lane, all thoughts sink
Traveling through my own blue
Coming, I feel Thy eyes' jot blink
You give me a hand in my hand
All thoughts give way, blue brand
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
Listening to the rays of Thy eyes light
I thought everyone has just said goodbye
Shining gradually brighter triggers fright
Happy yet couldn't lift my stiffed thigh
You give me a hand in my hand oh Lord
All thoughts give way, blue brand sword
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
Selecting, I think new to brighten up life
Of certainty is no assurance like change
Constant to check out on one cum strife
Forestalling discipline if by chance estrange
You give me a hand in my hand dear Sir
All thoughts give way, blue brand demur
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
Speaking to the test of time cum faith
I beseech grace to accompany my vow
Cos I am a young man toting interfaith
How will I get my place to labor one bow?
Give me a hand in my hand to hold
Before one, that I can stand so bold
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
Trying, I have tried to flee many a time
Away from the memory of past belief
Either cool or warm to bury tough crime
Then Clean my house with Joshua's relief
Give me a hand in my hand off sorrow
Before one, that I can stand tomorrow
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
Reading out my account on your way
I sensed the night had overtaken light
Either true or false, morning now pay
Darkness hugely to shine out of plight
Give me a hand in my hand cum trouble
Before one, that I can stand to bubble
Your hand never let go
While I was led astray
By hustles years ago
My hand, off as prey
Never see You coming
Despite my shortcoming
It must be clear that God's involvement with a nation or people does not exempt them from their insistent practice of human frailties and evil deeds. Moreover, as one of his many mortal creatures, you and I would agree that we fall so short of His Divine Standard for our lives. In spite of my shortcoming and occasional misdeeds, God is not 'finished' with me yet. It must be equally clear that God is a most loving and patient God, but there is a point of final judgment for individuals as well as nations. At this writing, it does not appear that we have reached that point.
There is no denying that historically, America as a nation has indeed done some atrocious things of which I am ashamed. I will not address those matters here. My point here is limited to the fact that historically, America has always acknowledged the Judeo-Christian God in its major documents.
Also, this nation and the Christian church has held a Biblical worldview for centuries.
God our Maker has always invited us to call His attention to the words He has spoken and written. May we do no less in calling upon our nation to be accountable to the words it has written. In reality, my faith in America is Faith in America's God.
And I say in closing, if for any reason there is a notion that God is finished with America, think again. Indeed, both our nation and the church in America have much to be desired. But no! I do not believe that God has allowed us to lose our 'God Positioning System'. Oh, yes indeed; there is great cause for concern. But make no mistake my friend; God is alive and well in the church and in America as a nation. Again, God is not finished with us yet. God does indeed bless the nation whose God is the Lord. May The Lord ever be our God, and may He continue to bless our nation.
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Unspecified number of hours spent
many yesterdays ago since March 6th, 2021
reading (cover to cover) Pennsylvania Gazette
March/April 2021 issue.
Proud papa highly regards eldest daughter,
University of Pennsylvania alum
as academic whip smart high achiever,
she did (after quite a stretch of time
after graduating) become
self supporting earning hand over fist money
employed at the B Corp
(short for Certified B Corporation)
as yours truly
(her biological father) feels glum,
cuz I would qualify
mine impossible to quantify
existence as humdrum,
hence quite envious at well deserved income,
which exact dollar figure I will remain mum
yet if privy being financially,
what me worry would become obsolete
mine mental would find me comfortably numb
livingsocial in splendour
versus dwelling in slum
bring (think dirt poor -
according to long ago slight
courtesy youngest sister)
whereby financial shortcoming exacerbates
predilection toward anxiety
with distress squarely within tum.
Back during mine salad days
earlier within mein kampf
precious time squandered away
this doubting thomas
grabbing life by figurative horns,
his outlook toward future
did excel at procrastination,
a pointedly powerful stance did delay
ambivalence toward purposefulness
hit me courtesy metaphorical
ton of bricks, now at threescore earth orbits
around the sun absorb shock
while grizzled and gray
recognizing when sober
upon post drinking up lackadaisical indifference
feigning to care not a whit,
I allude to johnny come lately self actualization
analogous to confronting judgement-day
resigned to gather wilted, shriveled, matted
rosebuds while I may
experience e'en just fleeting aliveness,
thus yours truly doth pray
to dance (why I'll) while
these spindleshanks sashay
into Elysian Fields
exorcising atrophied muscles oy vey!
Back in the day, Dad went through a crazy magic trick phase.
Specializing predominantly in sleight-of-hand card tricks.
He'd stop us kids and our friends right in our tracks.
Just to show us an ace disappearing into his hand.
Or a dozen ways a deck of cards could be stacked.
He got somewhat proficient, then never really progressed.
His shortcoming was that he had these rough little turtle hands.
More geared toward painting, pounding nails, and keeping loves fed.
They sported clusters of callouses and lacked any hint of finesse.
He'd attempt to control those pesky jokers and slippery jacks.
But you'd see them through the gaps in those twitchy terrapin hands.
To go with the flow and not spoil the great magician's show.
We'd pretend that we hadn't seen the many fumbles and gaffes.
All the queens' men peeking out from those rough turtle hands.
He's an old magician now and hasn't put on a show for years.
His loyal following passing on or disappearing into life's deck.
Or hitting the road to put on magic shows of their own.
Specializing in juggling mortgage and those devilish taxes.
I miss the slight smile on that young magician's face.
When, on the rare occasion, the deuces, jokers, and aces
would be operating in complete and total cooperation.
Most of all, I miss that he'd felt the need to pretend
that he hadn't noticed that we'd been pretending.
With your slight, your spirit shines splendidly.
Ought to never seal the pores on your skin.
They have a lot to do with your personality.
As I would bet it, you are as yet a dazzling sin.
In each case, I am fully mindful of my failure.
On the predominant side of your heart's corridor.
In any case, light can trudge through.
Each break was equipped with a drum blew.
I'm ready to perceive who you indeed are.
You are lovely in your present state.
Therefore, looking for refuge isn't bizarre.
My enticing heart was split by a scroll slate.
I embrace you, not your shortcoming.
In each view, you're as yet my bearing.
Written: September 30, 2021
"Happiness and sorrow ebb and flow like waves upon a beach,
and I am but a grain of sand."
by poet
I think of myself as nothing more than a sunflower
who, at the hint of first light, turns to face due East
Respectful of dawn, through God's glorious power,
morning stirs my spiritual need, and upon it I feast.
It's not a shortcoming to be generous and humble,
nor a weakness in my character, a burden to bear.
I'm never too proud to ask for help when I stumble
for if I humbly ask for His hand, it will be there.
Defiantly, pride seems to take control before a fall
Arrogance is a foolish trait that becomes a liability
ending in dishonor when the foolhardy hit a wall.
Humility can be a saving grace; but not a disability.
I am just a tiny grain of sand, washed upon a beach,
a speck of dust on Earth, the size of a mustard seed.
I believe by being modest, happiness is in my reach
Content with what little I have, not tempted by greed.
Integrity is an admirable quality in an altruistic mind
Benevolence and compassion are gifts to be lauded
By living an unassuming life, my worth will be defined
without need to be rewarded, praised, or applauded.
November 3, 2021
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Twas the night before Christmas late dinner.
Table set, waiting for Conner, a beginner.
Wondering which turkey will be a winner.
Wild round neighborhood, non any thinner.
Turkeys saw the peaceful neighbor coming,
Plain funny, stomping heavy, and humming.
Toms all disappeared and hid while thumbing
Energetic to all the hens to stop chumming.
Neighbor looked all through the woods becoming
Fully stressed out, he saw his evident shortcoming.
In thought, no turkey round rhythmic drumming
His weapon. In an awkward look, little unbecoming.
Turkeys out of sight, outsmarted in the battlefield.
A series of loud banter yelps filled the field.
Turkey heads yield, poking out the brush, concealed.
Glaze ham dressed like turkey for dinner revealed.