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To err is human; to forgive, divine
1. Shared virtues be are friends eternal
2. A futile step is a worthless journey
3. In a public forum, liberty is oft impugned
4. Evil is often found at the end of a long leash
5. Prepare for war whenever peace is at hand
6. Vice is a companion of the weak
7. Opportunity is a constant to closed doors
8. Whenever there is light, shadows manifest itself
9. One must first be in the dark, to see the light
10. Fairytales are embellished untruths
11. An unscripted life is a birthright of imagination
12. An encrypted mind is well-rehearsed
13. The unimaginative is a sharp spoon
14. Lethargy is a reason for windows
15. Spare the rod and raise yourself
2020 February 03
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"To err is human; to forgive, divine" - Alexander Pope
The end of the world is now nigh
the signs are all clear in the sky.
With tempest and storm
and tsunamis that warn
of disasters that leave all forlorn.
When the earth says enough is enough
and nature decides to play rough.
Devastation will reign
bringing slaughter and pain
awash with the blood of the slain.
So please heed the words that I say
and have fun while you can every day.
With fun, zest and zeal
find the joy you can steal
before meeting the earth’s final deal.
Let’s face up to our fate with a prayer
although we are faced with despair.
If we pray to our God
he may just spare the rod
letting you in with a wink and a nod.
Ivor G Davies
African-American and abusive, my late step-dad
was a reverse racist:
an army sergeant; a Vietnam vet; and, a backhand,
face-hitting sadist.
I once bemoaned that I was a white child
(as if it were my fault!?)
and that he was black and resentful of me.
So, once in reckless revolt
against his ongoing abuse,
I rebelled under my breath
and uttered the "n" word at him
(so he beat me nearly to death).
Bruised, I never uttered that word again;
then mom and he divorced
as I grew older (which freed us at last!):
now unrivaled (with no remorse),
I suddenly was the man of the house; and life
for us seemed less stormy.
For the first time in years we lived without abuse;
and, at last, we were a family.
Then I got religion and met God;
and gave myself to Christ.
It was the best thing I ever did!
Born again, I thus was sufficed.
So the scars of my step-dad's abuse which
for years I had repressed
began to heal and disappear; and so I became
less and less oppressed.
Now old, my erstwhile step-dad developed
advanced swelling of the lung;
I had not forgiven him yet (back when
I was still angry and young).
Not yet able to forgive him for the abuse that
made our lives so unbearably grim,
I nevertheless still realized that the weight
of still having hatred for him
was far worse than my pain. I recognized
that in life we all transgress
and come short of God's glory: so, moved by
His grace and forgiveness,
I made the right choice to forgive him;
for me a daily, ongoing process,
I at last began to let go of the anger
and truly begin to move past the mess
that was my step-dad's legacy to me. Also, I
began to forgive God;
for He was not to blame for him (whose own
father, too, did not spare the rod).
Still, tho' I had chosen to forgive (him) and let go,
he was unmoved and unchanged as ever:
but I, however, realized that what truly mattered
was that forgiveness set me free forever!
When at last he died, I had already completely
let go (so that he was forgiven).
Now I can only ask of God whether my step-dad
was changed from his glimpse of heaven?
Mamma, what a lovely angel you are
Before I came into this world you carried
Me for nine gruelling months,
Morning sickness and throw-ups
Is what I gave when you conceived me
And innumerable kicks from within
Unmindful of your pain
You prayed for my well-being
When you gave birth to me
You weren’t spared excruciating pain
You took that in your stride to give me life
Those were the happiest moments in life for you
Moments you had already experienced twice
But that did not diminish your thrill of
Becoming a mother all over again
You wanted a girl, I came along,
And you took that stoically
After two boys, you were justified
In wanting a girl
But that did not diminish
your love for me
I was left bereft of a sister and
blamed you
Inwardly, foolishly,
for not giving one to me
In my infancy, I made life
difficult and tiring for you
You took that as a challenge
and gave me the best childhood
a child could ever get
Yet, which child is satisfied,
I asked for the moon
In my growing days, you were
my source of boundless energy
Yet in my failures,
I always took refuge
in blaming you for my lethargy
You took my selfish behaviour
with a wry smile
And put it away assuming it was
an adolescent’s innocent guile
It was not as if you pampered me
and didn’t spare the rod
Whenever you felt matters were
getting out of hand
You took control and spanked me
to show who’s boss
And when I sulked, you smiled
and offered me candyfloss
As a young adult, I began
to understand your sacrifices
How dame luck connives
and throws life’s unfair dice
You helped me conquer
my every weakness with flair
And taught me the value of
dealing with people fair
You were always there when
I needed you the most
Now, that you are not there
I feel inadequate and lost
I am learning to live and cope
like a hapless child again
Hoping time heals and I shall
my confidence regain
Mamma, I salute you
For the way you restrained
And sustained me.
May your soul rest in peace.
this was written nearly 11 years ago....
“Sacrifice”
by: Eric L. Boddie
One score, eight and one years ago
From my mother came the child in which only goodness could grow
One score, eight and one years prior
God sent the one who would lead this child to the Messiah
For all that I am, everything I have become
The credit belongs to her, she allowed His Will to be done
She didn’t spare the rod, therefore, she didn’t spare the child
She made sure that in Him, I would never show denial
In all of my struggles, she has been my strength
She made me understand that, with man, I’m neither above nor beneath
She taught me how to love, the greatest power of the heart
She showed me the beauty of respect, the place where love starts
She fed me with knowledge, the foundation of the wise
She allowed me to be myself, the reason I can’t be systemized
She urged me not to lie, cheat or steal, and her efforts didn’t fail
She kept the devil off me until I was able to fight my own battles with hell
She taught me to be responsible and work for the things I desire
She showed me that to truly survive, Faith is all that I require
She provided me with food, clothing and shelter when I didn’t have my own
And if I were in need on this day, I know she would provide me with a home
She has given every bit of herself, just for the sake of my life
She was my first love on this Earth, she’s the assistant to Jesus Christ
GUILE..©2020
JESUS POSSESSED NO GUILE, THE SCRIPTURES ARE TRUE,
HE WALKED AS A MAN THROUGH THIS WORLD A WHILE.
SENT TO ATONE, BUT HIS MANNER WAS KIND
NO DECEIT WAS FOUND IN HIM, BUT ALONE.
DISHONEST HE WAS NOT, HONESTLY HE SOUGHT GOD'S WILL.
FATHER NOT MY WILL, BUT THINE HE REPLIED PRAYING FOR
THE CUP TO PASS. RESPONSIBILITY WAS HIS TO FILL. HE SANCTIFIED
HIS CHURCH AND CLEANSED IT AND WASHED IT WITH WATER BY THE WORD.
HE IS A FRAUD THEY ACCUSED, PROCLAIMING TO BE GOD.
JESUS WAS, OFFERED THE WHOLE WORLD IF HE WOULD SURRENDER.
ATTACKED AT HIS WEAKEST POINT WHEN HE HUNGERED AND THIRST.
FORTY DAYS AND FORTY NIGHTS, HE NEVER FORFEITED HIS SPLENDOR.
WHO WILL BE THE GREATEST IN OUR ARENA AS WE FIGHT.
BUSINESS, SPORTS WORLDLY PLEASURES. WE ARE, CAUGHT UP IN A
WORLD OF DECEPTION. WHAT COMES FROM THE MOUTH IS FROM THE
HEART. SPARE THE ROD SPOIL THE CHILD WILL NOT LEAD TO PERFECTION.
GREATER LOVE HATH NO MAN THAN TO LAY DOWN HIS LIFE FOR A FRIEND.
Spare the rod and spoil the child
disapline is not abuse
Yet laughter is your biggest friend
in life's great escapade my friend
It's laughter that makes children smile
creating friends makes life worth while
take your children to the park
it's good to rest and play
I pushed my son upon a swing
in front of him I would then stand
and let him kick and play
his giggles and his laughter
Would make a better day
Granted there are time's my friend
when children need your disapline
but yelling does not always work
Infact sometimes you waste your time
as children simply disregard
a wife that's always yelling hard
Respect they need to gain.
Raise a glass to all who care
About civil rights and the Koala bear
Save the planet, spare the rod
Make them listen, ride roughshod
Assume that we're ignorant, tie back our ears
Open our eye's year upon year
"Please let me through, let me go to work"
"Just Stop Oil" said with a smirk
Glued to trains, who's idea was that
The men who pay these idiots, Yes those prats
Disrupt where they can, disrupt everything
Nothing will stop them till the Fat Lady sings
They wreck havoc each day with total impunity
Disrupting our lives away from their communities
Selfish actions that can affect our lives
Not to their families but our children and wives
Enough is enough now, let us decide
Not to be bullied into taking your side
Your actions disgust me, I just want to be
In control of my thoughts which I once thought were free.
Spare the rod
You’ll come to hate the child
King Solomon wrote in Ecclesiastes
Isn’t that wild
Commentators cite Abraham the Patriarch
who constantly pampered Ishmael
Abraham watched his undisciplined son go off the rails
Not to mention Isaac, who loved Esau, let him do what he wanted
which led Esau to rape women, whom ‘for sport’ he hunted
So, Solomon really meant what he said
Abraham came to hate Ishmael; Isaac, Esau to dread
Yet if you still consider King Solomon an irrelevant old head
Know that his advice came with one proviso
A father must never – ever – strike a child when he is riled!
As a child in days gone by
Mother’s rod was swift but sure
Many a weal as time went by
Scarred my skin an ugly blue.
Nagging was the way of life
My mother used to lay the rule
Not a day did I cry
Child abuse, nor reported it at school.
Father’s hands lay thick and strong
A whopping blow upon my hide
On the day I failed at sums
That slap brought answers quick to mind.
Even when I pouted and sulked
Cups or shoes came flying high
Never ever missed the target
That mother’s aim intended to strike.
No words were kind
When I did wrong
No sparing the rod to spoil the child
Discipline the child was a daily song.
Today the cry is child abuse
For which society has no use
Put the child in a foster home
To grow up to be another deviant one.
Is it wise to spare the rod?
Or better yet to talk with the child?
Still mother’s way did well for me
To talk and live like a Jesus child.