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What is your belief system
a doubter or believe anything?
do you still need convincing?
or is God a reality your living King?
The God of the scriptures has shown
that Jehovah Almighty is fully true
for He can be trusted absolutely
for His enemies He will slew
What God has promised He'll do
but you need to believe that so
believing comes by hearing truth
God's eternal word living to show
So learn to believe on the Lord
trust Him in the depth of your heart
for He is faithful to the end
your reward is yours in no small part
God Said it and I Believe He Will Do It
live and believe that will make you fit
The Paragliders like ravenous vultures flew
to southern Israel to predate on soft targets.
Like swarms of bees, they snuck, raped, maimed, shot, burnt and slew.
Terror did every man's fragile conscience becloud.
Hate made their embittered hearts to mercy forget.
Abductions followed, having to terror avowed.
Then came the IDF's genocidal intent,
having intended global laws to circumvent;
Children, women, all consumed by mighty vengeance.
A disproportionate response beyond balance.
Homes, hospitals, Mosques, Churches and schools are levelled,
as Gaza is by torrents of bombs bedeviled.
I do not with a livid Israel sympathize,
nor do I with a besieged Gaza empathize.
With humanity I have my affinity,
for my deep love for it, tends to infinity.
Australia I shake my head..Are there no better choices.??
Has all reason fled?? To elect a truly ghastly crew.' Elbow??And his ci-horts.' Oh what a bilious slew.' They projectile
Vomit.. Such gilobbdy-gook' glib enough only for entitled sooks'
Can't you see? Haven't you heard? In order to get a good life (you need to loose) these nerds.' Safe and effective
As i've heard it said..' btw hows the median death rate.??
Well it needs to be said.' What great talents have been taken from our sunkissed land.?? Ya know upon reflection
It could all be planned?? I think on government helping
Over the last five years..' I leave all to think.? I leave all to
Ponder how albo's held onto power? The big gutless wonder! I'm just waiting...Yet hoping our country wont go
Under.!
A Norse Day
Odin, god of battle, always looking for a war
Took his brother Loki off to battle with his son called Thor
The only way to find true peace
Is killing everything you please
His brother Loki liked only fun and pranks
For that he got no thanks
Thor gained fame with thunder hammer in his hand
He was a hero like his dad and loved throughout the land
There were no dragons at that time but never mind
Thor could fly, (according to the scriptures)
But only in the comic strips and fiction
In “real” mythology he used a goat to get around
To slew giants and the bad guys down
The goat or goats would drive across the sky
With thunder driven chariots and Thor inside
Odin threw his son from Asgard to the Earth
If that were not the case. If Thor was not a jerk
We wouldn't have Thors-day or Thursday you might say
The mystery of his mystic hammer power still remains
But we have the 5th. day of the week now named
7/29/14 All Things Norse contest
Perhaps like a lightning
bolt of clear out of the blue
rigor mortis (tenon and
three decades hence)
two thousand fifty nine if you
count from January 13th 2019, adieu
attest that day 9 months I did brew
in wound (of the late Harriet Harris),
now finds me loved ones
crying boo hoo,
after this stiff mortal
Earthling bid toodle loo
with symbolic casket
(carrying cremated urn of ashes)
remembrance attended
by gentile and Jew
sharing positive memories purportedly
about this nondescript
fellow they knew
mainly indirectly, poignantly,
and wickedly shot thru
with his insightful humorous scribblings,
plus magnus opus titled
"How do ye do,"
an informal rambling missive bereft
of any subject and
devoid with little clue,
the purpose of said hefty tome
out weighing The Federalist circa: knew
lee after American independence
Papers, written by true
purrs under the pseudonym "Publius"
but great (as a great doorstop), or
alight as tinder for barbeque
since many admirers never
read his text written in Hebrew,
fluency acquired spending
final years he grew
old, since automatic citizenship
granted based on genetic goo
plus Mediterranean climate helped promote
longevity to century his health did hew
thus naturally pronounced philosophy,
where he drew
quite a wide web asper the many
claims Matthew Scott did eschew
to maintain longevity (more
quackery than science), but who
could dispute glorious
principles, not to poo poo
analogous to placebo effect
harmless fervent coping methods,
whether to cure ague
interestingly enough he cited ack hue
puncture for a gamut of physical ills
as well he did advocate chew
wing food (after taking small bites)
until mouthful became pulpy slew
(proponent of Fletcherism), this to
exercise dentures in addition
to maximize stew
pen diss experience of simple
routine eating view
wing thoroughly good (by George)
said quotidian activity grew
tubby spiritual, similarly basic
functions in general did get skew
ward whereby meditation on intrinsic,
metabolic and scholastic
processes to name a few
added a dimension of enhancement prior to
exiting life into frontier mortals can only rue.
Bro, you ate my candy, serious business.
Chocolate will give you zits, may they never heal;
May your teeth all rot out; may you gain fifteen pounds;
May you lose your hair and have mental breakdowns.
May the good Lord punish all those who steal.
But, I want you to know, you have my forgiveness.
Now, let’s get down to the real deal
Bro, you will do all of my chores
without complaint and with vigor.
Listen well, the price gets bigger.
Say, “I’m sorry!” down on all fours
then you’ll have my word, I won’t squeal.
Halloween candy? I had a slew.
So whenever, as long as I want,
from now until Christmas Day -
your games are mine, all digi-play.
After Christmas, a settlement,
But I will keep my eyes on you.
October 16, 2019
contest: If I Were Your Brother
host: Bobby May
Rhyme Time III - Death (12/2017)
The foe, their ship, it must be found.
The engine stirs, the pistons pound.
The decks vibrate, the tone, that sound.
On the horizon a singular mast
Alter our course n' make us fast.
Prepare the decks, prepare to blast,
And deny the foe an ocean so vast.
Increase our speed, begin the turn.
Spin the propeller, churn n' churn
Our guns will fire, their ship will burn
Our bow moves forward chasing her stern
Now in range, our radars slew
Balanced n' deadly, our guns do too.
We fire our shot; our aim is true.
The dead are many, the living few.
Their bodies now bob in crimson foam.
It is my ocean, not their home.
Now turn n’ steady, more sea to comb.
It is my destiny the waves to roam.
The foe, their ship, it must be found.
She hates to be alone, therefore, she loves my name
She beckons me once and twice the same
For she enjoys my presence, she loves the pain
The rapture she feels when she calls my name
The source of my tragedy
Unaware of her strategy, her tactics slew me
While my ignorance soothes her
My lack of knowing proves her-
Victorious once more, her love for me grows sore
But still, she beckons, my love for her reckons
Can’t protect them, my feelings
For now they’re seduced by one
Misery her name
And she loves my company
There’s no one to save me, no one with sympathy
Until the one comes, she and I are alone
For I am misery’s company,
She’s waiting for me to come home
I’ve heard people say heroes are getting harder and harder to find
You may call me idealistic
But I find that message to be too gloomy, too dark and much too pessimistic.
I found my first heroes in Fairy Tales
I admired their courage, their integrity…their power…
They were the ones unafraid to face the dragons…to save the princesses in the tower.
My next heroes were sports figures…which made it a lot of fun
They passed for the winning touchdown, shot the winning basket
or scored the winning run.
Next, I found my heroes in the pages of books about history…
Their names were Abraham Lincoln, Benjamin Franklin and John F. Kennedy.
But when I learned more about my heroes…I was astounded by what I found
Abe couldn’t control his children, Ben abandoned his family
and Johnny fooled around.
One day I realized to find my heroes…I didn’t have to look very far…
My dad was a postal worker and my mom…a nurse in an ER.
These are the people who loved me…whose inspiration and guidance I sought
which, to me, was more important than if they slew any dragon or not.
I found my heroes didn’t have to save the entire world or make the winning score…
they could be a nurse and a postal worker who lived on the other side of my front door.
Yes, I’m proud to profess in the final stanzas of this now lengthy rhyme
The heroes I once went looking for…had been with me all the time.
To those who say heroes are harder to find…I say…not in my book
because the keys to finding heroes…is knowing where to look.
And David slew Goliath
The goliath of his cares
A little lad he was in stature
But a giant at heart he is
He steps up to mammoth trials
His chest with armor bare
Knowing a thrust from this giant
Will through him run his spear
But the giant hearted young lad
Stepped up with lack of fear
He knows his God is with him
And naught can he destroy
So bravely go he faces
Old Goliath and his spear
And conquer he did conquer
As with empathy we show we care