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A night’s rest is never enough for the city always calls
A new day is like a page flip from the time a night falls
A breakfast can be leftover supper to empty bowls
Or a smile for sparing the lives of crowing fowls
I duck human traffic as I rush for my day’s grind
It is just like a switch flip, how I forget what I left behind
I have one hope but a million calculations in my mind
I take the same turns and corners but I always hope for a new find
I am a jack of all trades and I can trade like a jack
When there's a lack of luck, when I slack, I turn into a flack
Tomorrows become like yesterdays, if today slumbers
Time is mostly regrets and money, it is never just numbers
Bouyant is what we all are as the tide of struggles flows
We all float to a destiny regardless of the type of oars
We rushing through rapids to a sea where everything slows
On this voyage of life the compass points at one thing, anything goes
Should it happen that someday they're seeking struggling bards,
To compose appropriate verse for Hallmark Christmas cards,
I think that I should like to summarily submit,
The following mots for their consideration, TO WIT:
(1) 'Tis so nice to receive a colorful array of Christmas cards,
From kith and kin sending their warmest Noel regards.
I'm sparing you the twaddle of an annual Christmas letter,
Because I think this simple card expresses my greetings better!
(2) I pray Yule have a joyous Christmas with your relations,
And that Santa will more than meet your expectations!
'Tis the Season for joy, never for feeling sad or blue.
That'll come, dear friend, when the credit card bills are due!
(3) As you dream and reminisce by the glowing fire,
May all good things come to pass for which you aspire!
Tho' it has been said many ways, I can't be more sincere.
I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
(4) May your heart be filled with hope and mirth,
As you celebrate the dear Savior's birth!
May your home be filled with naught but love and joy,
As you celebrate the birthday of that Special Little Boy!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
In a place that still gives me the willies
were some wild men, and they were all “Billies.”
Since they lived on a hill
that was nearby a rill,
they were known simply as the “Hill” Billies.
The Hill Billies’ sons had the aim
of sparing their fathers from shame.
When their fathers were bad,
each would stand by his dad,
so “By” Billy was each son’s name.
Now THEIR sons, who moved to a plain
away from the hill, were insane.
Called “Blow” Billies, they
did nothing all day
except get doped up on cocaine!
May 3, 2018 for Caren Krutsinger's Hillbillies, Bybillies and Blowbillies contest
God be thanked for grace of laughter He's never shutting down
Mirth blessings for ha-ha-ha bursts that keep on pouring down
With enthusiasm-warmth midst community lockdown
Along His provisions always flowing down.
The Lord be praised for upholding us; from stress, to slow down
Cheering* against global crisis putting many down
Reviving our souls to fight tendency of breaking down
Propping strength in fighting despair-caused knock down.
Christ be glorified for enabling us to move on as to Him we bow down
Directing us to approach Him with faith, humbling down
Since He is graciously reaching us down
While we worship in spirit and in truth, reverentially kneeling down.
We trust the Saviour Who smites pandemic gloom that’s pressing fervour down
Bringing us nigh Him, despite social distancing, greatly pulling each one down
He’s our wellness power, making us healthy, with great physical tone-down
Sparing us from high blood pressure as His serenity calms us down.
Propelled with the spirit of never quitting down
Exhorted to rejoice, as our cares to the Sovereign we cast down
We cleave to the Holy Ghost Who can conquer anxieties tearing down
Sufficed by His mercy and grace, indeed heavenly sent-down.
We laugh out loud with divine joy, bouncing up from falling down
To bask in blissful peace while hearing Bible preaching when sitting down
Ready to serve along diligent commitment to push laziness down
Exuberant for ministry pursuits, prayerfully… not feeling down.
Matthew 14:27 … Jesus spake unto them, saying, Be of good cheer; it is I; be not afraid.
Acts 23:11 …The Lord stood by him, and said, Be of good cheer…
August 28, 2020
2nd place, "Living It Up For Laughter" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 9/1/2020.
Purim, holiday of hints and masks
Tears turn to joy and back
Jewish souls on the racks
Trapped between life and death
We held our collective breath
‘Til, spared from the evil decree --
Under the tyrant, King Xerxes
We returned to a life of subjugation and misery
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Purim is celebrated tonight and tomorrow,
except in Jerusalem, where it is celebrated
on Sunday evening and Monday. It com-
morates the sparing of the lives of the
entire Jewish world 2,500 years ago, at
the last possible moment.
we were taken again beyond the gates of katyn
I'd begun to challenge morale feelings over a sudden
stench bellowing from under the chartered tanks
silence abroad Auschwitz my knees chattered
while facing the cold damp window pane my heart
nearly shattered non responsive I suppose
I would remember small things like the empty clock
that sat on the night stand the coil spring the map
to belzec replaced with dead dandelions comfort
had become a slow moving line as we awaited for
the hot brass to brand our pale skin softly I whispered
why I must be next as the grunting hot breath
crawled down my back my only solace was hidden
inside the hem of rags I wore a passage read gravely
among Dante's most ravishing canto's oh how wretched
the mere past times that wandered aimously about
my arched form I'd remembered not to slump focusing
on the Catholic medallion of st Francis clutching it within
my raw chafed fist full of sores and blisters how pretty
I felt still while uniformed guards exposed the white letters
s and p the special kind policing the line leading this
morbid place I remembered my grandmother had gone
before us and now an awakening sight sang out through
this mist of fire breathing almost just beyond the palace
my memory of stale sourdough bread and hot potato soup
why I'd been here before clinging to life's treasures
I'd carefully opened excepting the gravity and useless attempts
of sparing the poor soul's behind me the line moved
yet again screams filled thee earths air as though
the sun had finally fallen into the ocean blue covering
thy living flesh I'd spoken calmly while meaningless
madness aroused my being over come with a past so
very well known memories of my father and not of my own
I've focused on this evening
For near a fortnight now
Each element planned to perfection
Every detail intended to wow
I admit that in the past
My efforts have been wanting
To pack my feelings to a single night
At the very least was daunting
But not this time I was proud to say
I would dazzle her every sense
A night complete with all her favorites
Sparing no expense
With a rose in my teeth, two goblets in hand
and attired in a rented tux
She passed me bye, slumped on the couch
and rambled of how her job sucks
I offered some wine, she said "not tonight
This day has left me too tired
I must review these reports, then get some rest
Or tomorrow I'll surely be fired"
As I watched her wearily climb the stairs
I felt a wave of somber dismay
I extinguished all the candle light
and sent the cellist away.
As I gazed at all my wasted effort
I felt an angry rush
She didn't acknowledge the time I had spent
Just left me alone in the hush
As hours passed I realized
My anger was surely misplaced
I remembered that smile she shows only to me
and all of my pain was erased
I went upstairs to check on my sweet.
and give what support I could
If I could reach inside and relieve her stress
God knows I certainly would
Atop our pedal covered bed
In a state of grace she slept
Clutching the poem I had left on her pillow
still soaked with the tears she had wept
I placed a blanket upon her
and wiped away her tear
then closed my eyes to imagine
How to dazzle my love next year.
Gun Violence
(Verse1)
Everyday somewhere
Someone life is not spared
No longer sitting in silence
Let's talk about gun Violence
Everyday a detective is on their way
To visit a family
To tell them horrible news
Family feeling lost and confused
How can you take something you didn't give
How could your heart be like this unreal
That you feel you have to kill
That you feel you got to take
Why is this world so full of hate
Hear me lord , hear me cry
I'm crying out for a world
No longer safe , how did we get to this place
Chorus
Lord what's happening
What's going on
Why is the world ,so full of hatred
And we don't t in silence
Lord help stop the gun Violence
Verse 2
Guns were meant to protect
When we go to war
Now people are going to far
Having drive bys
Mass shootings
What is the world polluting
No longer caring
With a life
No longer sparing
Take the gun off safety
And they just spraying
It's so sad
That killing has become the new norm
No longer fun , just harm
I'm so hurt you don't understand
You see this was never able the part of Gods plan
Simple things cost your life
Like you are a sacrifice
What are we doing
We out here loosing
Families crying
Love ones keep dying
What do we do
Let our voices be the truth
Drop down to out knees and pray
That the lord hear me
Hear me in this world
We are in desperate need
Of his holy spirit
To succeed
We have to realize the truth
Without God on our side there's no use
Chorus
Lord what's happening
What's going on
Why is the world ,so full of hatred
And we don't t in silence
Lord help stop the gun Violence
Bridge:
Moms and Dads , sisters and brothers , should not have to bury each other
No matter who they are even a friend
Gun Violence should not be the way their life end
My heart go out to everyone who this hits close to home
I am here for you , you are not alone
(Repeat 1x)
Chorus
Lord what's happening
What's going on
Why is the world ,so full of hatred
And we don't t in silence
Lord help stop the gun Violence
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
08/14/2021
What is justice, my friends?
We say we 'take justice in our hands'
As we transform her into blind revenge
We tearfully ask the court that 'justice be done'
Cunningly maneuvering her verdict our way
We proudly 'do justice to a turkey on Thanksgiving'
You'd think it might mean sparing the poor bird's life
Which brings us to that pathetic misnomer
'Poetic Justice'
For what is 'poetic,' say
about a tobacco company executive
dying of lung cancer?
Indeed, my friends: What is justice?
Perhaps, 'There is no justice!'
He wakes every morning already in pain
He takes no meds because addiction lives with in him
He checks his feet are they purple or blue
Flat foot he can't stand unless he puts his foot strait in a shoe
Will today be the day that the bullet takes the pain.
Not suicidal its more if a quality of life decision
Pain free no judgment no self hate no reason to see disdain
Time to check the chamber nope still have the in decision
What reason do we have to live duty to God bury are kin
What beauty is left to hold us here chirping birds and cricket songs
What truth and love among people can you find any where
The judgment onto those in pain is cruel as any day is long
We make them feel useless and weak
When they got hurt by edifying you and me
We about sparing money from are check
Causs we are week minded and easily misled
The amount we expect them to live on is unimaginable
Yet we would say its plenty but most didn't notice
Able body non saving and planing were crying 1000 a month wasn't enough need that plus 500 q week and a 1000 for each kid
Never even realized how hypocritical you had just been
Their is division being preached on social media
Holding groups accountable for past sins
Complaining of stolen lands and past imprisonment
Well try to focus on were we are going not where we been
If I might clear up one thing to the Victor go the spoils
Thats what war is for no pretty but its how it works
And everyone who wants to speak about treachery of the past
Keep in mind as Americans all of us are guilty of the very same atrocities daily feeding slave labor child labor sex slaves gang violence just cause its not in front of you don't mean its gone take accountability of that then talk to ne about money for the now free
I can manage another day my wit is sharp
My eyes have no problems seeing
I will stay grounded in truth covered with an understanding tarp
But I will never loose my indecision because choices are why we all breath