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I remember our first state fairs
As a young family we could usually be found…
beginning where most families begin…riding the merry-go-round.
Together as a family…sharing smiles and laughter…
occasionally a frown….
standing next to our children…ready to catch them
as they road life ups and downs.
I remember the state fairs when our family was older
still together…our children running near and far
How we now watched from the sidelines
as they rode the roller coasters or steered the bumper cars.
How we heard all kinds of music playing…
watched a host of colors spin…
How we were enticed by people we didn’t know
to play games we knew we couldn’t win.
How we tried those games anyway
because they really looked like fun
Besides looking back we don’t remember the times we lost
we only remember the times we won!
The state fair is where our family’s pallet was broadened
I remember all those food we tried…
From funnel cakes, greasy french fries and corn dogs
To Twinkies and Oreos and even coca-cola…fried!
We made so many memories and now that our children are grown
we watch and listen at the stat fair…
as our children’s families make memories of their own.
And though we are happy seeing our family grow…
watching as new experiences and discoveries are found…
Every now and then we ache a little
for those days on the merry-go-round
Walking my tiger home,
I slipped and fell on a gnome.
He ran away like a deranged cat,
I hurt all over, but I had to find him
Stat.
Where in the world would he go?
Maybe he would find the circus show.
I'm sort of nervous, it's his fist time out,
I usually stay home due to my gout.
Doc said walking is good for my bones,
As I ponder my next move, I hear a tired
moan.
Well what do you know, my wayward pet
has returned,
I'm still on the darn ground, and I hit my
dome,
I finally got up now I must walk my tiger
home.
Alexis Y.
Inspired by the "While Walking My Tiger Home " contest.
Here we are just jars of old clay
so lumpy and hard nothing to look at
being God's purpose showing the power
is totally of God, not us or another stat
Affliction comes to us on every side
stand firm never give in to despair
persecution comes to attack us
we think this is not fair
Carrying upon us Jesus death
in our bodies applied redemption
so Jesus life evident in ours
shows godly character by sanctification
This treasure in jars of clay
reveals God's power working
in our lowly bodies so frail
Jesus alive His grace in us emerging
('But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies.)
2 Corinthians 4: 7-10 (ESV)
The temperature hit 94 degrees in Florida yesterday
which, in itself, is an alarming stat…
but the 90% humidity made it feel quite a bit hotter than that.
So why, in the midst of this Florida heat did we invite the family next door
to sit with us around a campfire so we could eat s’mores?
Because…not only was it a time to enjoy our neighbors
under the shade of our old oak tree…
but we needed that campfire to experiment with a new s’mores recipe.
Although toasting marshmallows, placing them hot on a Hershey bar
between two graham crackers is still a lot of fun
Deborah found a way to combine all three steps…into one.
To any skeptic out there…let me tell you what I mean…
She made Rice Krispie treats ahead of time…with a layer of chocolate in between.
It was a wonderful idea…although Deborah is not one for boasting…
A Rice Krispie treat S’more…once made all that’s left is for the toasting.
And toasting it was easy…to our mutual surprise
we only had to wait for the sugar on the outside to begin to caramelize.
Did it work? Could it be that this s’more…the old s’more replaces?
The proof was the marshmallow sticking to our hands…
and the chocolate on our faces.
We all applauded Deborah’s creativity…on her s’more ambitiousness…
because the new s’more she created was pure deliciousness.
And we all decided as we kept eating her S’more Rice Krispie treats…
It was worth a few minutes around the campfire in the steamy Florida heat.
Who, Why, What, Where, When?
Take a meme, and make it clean by belief, engagement,
God meme, Santa Claus or denim jeans are fundamentals,
They offer a magic carpet to all partakers into fulfilment,
When we endorse the concepts behind these credentials.
Like god, belief in Jesus is optional, warranty undelivered,
On two levels: as the son of god, and as the son of man,
The latter being the term more frequented by gospel word,
When he emerged as the people’s hero, up for a ban.
Richard Carrier believes that Jesus never existed at all,
Historically, but he doesn’t speak much of psychosomatics,
Which assumes contemporary phrasing and a high call,
To spread medical remedies and to dismiss ecclesiastics.
Crucifixion was the punishment method used back then,
Just as the electric chair is used today in the United States,
And very many people were crucified each week, like Ben,
Some who’d changed their name to Jesus, or “demonstrates”.
Jesus in the Israeli language meant saviour of the people,
Meaning intrinsically from the Roman government seed,
Trying to figure out how to make progressivism capable,
So they asserted themselves in the court case of creed.
So, if we take the storyline stat, then what does it emit,
Did Mary and Joseph name the boy on their first day?
To call him then by an off the rack name - “Jesus” bit,
Which indicated that he would create medical sway.
If Jesus crucified as god never happened, that's fine,
If Jesus was not born virgin god incarnate, then ok,
But if a Nazarene boy fit the bill as Jesus the myth, rhyme,
Then don't claim that he needed this mould to thus say.
And don't presume you don't have a faith to propel you,
That is, if you believe that a man died for his human acts,
Towards the poor and the sick who upon old age, chase,
Were only encouraged to commit suicide as bad facts.
Reading the text, many Jesus’s were crucified at this time,
So the canonical gospels may not consider just one healer:
Therefore if you think this then life can be not sublime,
And so whether you're called this or that is not clever.
3
Is that two, in sixteen minutes flat
This one must now have short lines
I usually keep form, also word stat
What rhymes with lines, I know vines
This one is sillier than those before
It’s becoming very obvious to the eye
I think I won’t be able to complete 4
Did I use 4 instead of four, oh this guy
This guy a term often used in a jest
Basically means that I am a clown
I think this is not even funny at best
I may end up giving myself a frown
I am now freestyling, oh it’s so fun
Word say that the f word isn’t a word
I will use it anyway so I can be done
Word gets not a falcon, but a dirty bird
Just when I thought I couldn’t do 4
Haha I was able to use it a second time
I think that’s the 4th time for time now
But I wouldn’t even bet ½ of a plug dime
That’s a nickel written in fraction form
Not really that clever for an american guy
That’s three times for guy, not my norm
I now myself am left to even question why
Well I do not plan on arriving late to my spot
That would defeat the purpose of this test
It would also leave my appointment hot
I would be beaten with a stick at very best
No they wouldn’t literally beat me to a pulp
But they wouldn’t approve of my activity
They would say that I am an ignorant dope
That I have a real lack any kind of sensitivity
I must close this one with an extra stanza
What the bloody heck rhymes with that
I could make something up, wow bonanza
No that’s not my word, I’m a copy cat
Around one hundred millennia ago
there was a man from Eritrea.
“I run like gazelle and can throw,
a spear to kill was my idea”.
Feed my family, develop a tribe,
with teamwork hunger satiated.
But now too many subscribe,
so it's time we migrated.
No more can we sustain here,
we must find pastures new.
Sadly my time is drawing near,
so son it is up to you.
Wandering north meet Neanderthal
interact with a white skin wonder.
Ice advance, again home we must haul,
and our peace is blown asunder.
Head west we must choose a road,
one way Roman another Viking.
Just another human episode,
to verdant island of our liking.
Ancestral history investigations,
I come across a heritage stat.
67 million in just 25 generations.
I could hardly believe that.
But its true check it out,
two parents and keep doubling.
It soon hits 67 million no doubt,
in just 500 years, could this be troubling?
Well maybe a concern to some,
but when it is all translated.
The probability has become
that we must all be related.
So I book a DNA test place
to investigate my genetic area.
It tells me that there is a trace,
of a man from Eritrea.
On a patrol for the good so far from their home
Professional in their minds, never to roam
But this is a world, where feelings are forgotten
Damning souls of destruction fuelled with gun-cotton
For on rocky outcrops and deserted sand paths
Lie hidden dangers to take life from it's grasp
Coalition troops, our children just boys
Doing their duty for their orders employ
On missions they set out to rid insurgent scum
Against a tactic so great, guerrilla warfare hit and run
Recent news has informed us, that another has been downed
A father, uncle or son, leave another family tear drowned
Another hidden device in his face has exploded
Their hunger to hate once again has been loaded
Medics rush in to save the life of their soul
Knowing when he's home, another stat for wars toll
Many weeks he recuperates, behind bandages and care
Visited by friends, but only his children do stare
His strength now regained, but not the man he once was
A silence beckons then turns to applause
Assisted by comrades as he is led to collect
His medal of valour whilst inside he reflects
In his future years knowing his children grow strong
For he's in a dark world, where he doesn't belong
Emotions so many will follow his years
For when this blind man cries, we must share in his tears
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-6.php
On the street corner she stands
So scantly clad
A lady of the night
Her background so sad
From a broken family
Abandoned and lost
She grew up on the streets
No matter her cost
The only man in her life
Is her mentor and pimp
Her collector of fee's
Where he makes his mint
There is no care
For her or others
If they ever complain
It's oxygen smother
To a bedsit she retires
As her business unfolds
Another stat on the bedpost
In another unloving hold
Soiled and used
Once again
If we could see in her heart
Could we ease her pain
The door closes
As she heads back to the streets
The patch where she walks
Where her clients, she meets
Another night over
As she turns in for the night
While he counts his money
From this lady of the night
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-5.php
When I was young I couldn’t wait to go outside and play
when school was not in session on Christopher Columbus Day.
We were taught all the stories…how he sailed the ocean blue
with the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria…in 1492.
We were taught he was a great explorer, across the oceans his boats swirled.
We were taught this Italian man who sailed for Spain discovered our new world.
He’s such a navigation hero our history books proclaim
that cities across this nation are christened in his name.
He’s been given the ultimate accolade…banks are closed and children play
as we commemorate Christopher Columbus with his very own holiday...
But then a strange thing happened, we found the history books were skewed
and we weren’t ready for the things we read or the feelings that ensued.
It seems this new world theory comes with a little hitch
Columbus wasn’t looking for America he just wanted to get rich.
He thought he’d sail to Asia when he left Spain that fateful day
but he was wrong about the route and America got in the way.
It was in the Caribbean not America where Columbus made landfall.
The fact is…he never landed on or visited America at all.
About his claim of discovering a new world…it’s a very misleading stat
I think the Native Americans might have something to say about that.
Because if I’m not mistaken they were here many years before
Christopher Columbus accidentally bumped into their shore.
And would a man who we’ve been taught was courageous, great and brave
kill the people who were already here or turn them into slaves?
Would we still look at Columbus Day with as much innocence and pride
If we knew how he decimated a people and committed genocide?
No, I think it’s time we stop giving Columbus so much dignity and glory
and teach our children while they’re in school…both sides of the story.
Perhaps then all of America will commemorate and cheer
those who really discovered our country…
you know, the ones who were already here.
So the next generation of children will be excited to go outside and play
when their school is not in session on Indigenous People’s Day.