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September 25 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Micah 1-5
Key Verse – Micah 1:2 Hear, all ye people; hearken, O earth, and all that therein is: and let the Lord GOD be witness against you, the Lord from his holy temple.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ENABLING US
TO HEAR HIS WORD
Praise be to God for enabling us to hear
His Word as He exposes to us our:
Sorrow, showing us our sinfulness
Selfishness, stinking with shame
Sufferings amidst our stupidity
Stubbornness along sickness
Superiority of shallow state
Micah 2:7 Praise be to the Lord
for straightening us while:
Directing our stewardship-steps
Driving our strength for service
Dominating our steadfastness
Defending us by His security
Drawing us to His safety
Micah 3:7 Praise be to the Saviour for
warning us that He gives no answer for:
Unproductive performance
Unfavorable pursuits
Unrighteous plight
Unjust prayers
Unholy pleas
Micah 4:5 Praise be to the Almighty
for allowing us to walk with Him to:
Worship Him in His providence
Witness about His wondrous proofs
Work with Him along His purposive plan
Win against worries and personal problems
Watch for His powerful partnership by His precepts
Micah 5:4 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for strengthening us while we:
Abide in His marvelous majesty
Appreciate His mercy’s magnanimity
Abound in His miracles’ magnitude
Assert His mighty moves of no mistakes
Acknowledge His magnificence. Amen!
September 25, 2024
(Read later stanzas for more of the humour part ; parody of politics)
I Can't think well of a democracy
if nepotism and false promises
are part and parcel of its idiosyncrasy
A system of governance can't appeal to me
if it forever stinks of the 'stinking' rich plutocracy.
The media the ravening wolves many times their puppets,
together they howl for our divided attention
With wily words to win the masses of marionnettes
The nation's welfare merely their scheme in pretension.
Wonder why political power has to be the monopoly
of ambitious, vainglorious affluent power moguls.
Why can't they simply choose leaders
from any sincere poor yet wise and humble individuals?
The promises of a better world by 'em' politicians
are simply the oratory tricks of slick tacticians.
Demagogues come in all shapes and sizes
They come in 'perfect' future leader disguises
Pulling you and me to polling booths, luring us the dumbstruck voters
To amass as much power and wealth as possible in their limited quotas.
No wonder poor presidents are turned or burned
in the form of their rude and crude effigy cartoons
Comic sarcastic politics I say, since a caricature
it purposely lampoons!
Then the demonstrations, remonstrations
but they only invite riots and tear bomb gas
So if yah can keep your rallies peaceful
maybe you won't be such an ass.
And if yah do go ahead ranting, panting, slogun chanting
No seeds of discord nor weeds of hate be sowing, planting
for a showdown with fleshy arms, no metal arms can still be prancing, advancing
With sloguns not shotguns be ye protesting and demanding.
Thus I really wonder if politicos politicking
really do make the world tick.
Or do they simply in many places cause
timebombs to parallel the clock's tick?
(ok cast d ballot n vote 4 me as funny presidential candidate
of no-man's land ;
If you are on your second or
Third DUI.
If you have been to rehab more
Then one time.
Are you messed up on drugs
Of all kinds?
The chemicals raging in your
Mind.
There are greater forces
At play.
There is a softer, better
Way.
The hustle keeps you on
The street.
You have a hard time making
Ends meet.
Your money goes to drugs,
Can't pay your bills.
You can get out,
Your fate Is not sealed.
Clear your head,
No stinking thinking.
It is like quicksand,
Keeps you sinking.
Your thoughts are a mess,
Your heart enslaved.
It is not an easy road;
But, you can be saved.
You dig deep back to your
Youth.
You and the past must make
A truce.
You and your monkey come
Face to face.
You can remember how addiction
Taste.
You can opt for change or,
Remain the same.
You can ride it out or,
Break the chain.
Turbo1904
I am getting myself a retail therapy cat said my aunt.
I met one once, and I am telling you that you simply can’t!
She had made up her mind and brought home Mrs. T.
A well-dressed cat that was persnickety, stuck-up and snooty.
She won’t speak to me and she puts on airs, said my Aunt Lee.
I told you not to bring one home I said, laughing a bit with know-it-all-glee.
Mrs. T was outfitted in round dark shades with white rims.
Her leopard cape was elegant without any kind of extra flair or trims.
She was carrying a black patent leather purse when out popped a mouse.
The creature was wearing a mink pillbox hat that outclassed our house.
A mouse too! Said my aunt. What on earth was I thinking?
The mouse ran up into a wall and died there, so now things are stinking.
It seems like this pandemic
Has affected what we wear
(No bras, just sweats and tees)
And if we cut or dye our hair.
But something I just read about
Surprised me, for this change
May be noticed in some other ways
That I, for one, find strange.
For people have stopped bathing
Every day, but they insist
That fears of stinking up the air
Should quickly be dismissed.
A bath or shower taken,
On the average, once a week,
With a little cleaning in-between,
Won’t make a person reek.
This is something I won’t follow
For I shower every day
And when meeting once-a-weekers,
I will simply walk away!
Let's SEE What's in the laundry hamper?
" One a soiled cloth diapers
a fierce icky stinkysocks
some noxious obnoxious unclean towels
horrid stinking under-shorts
unappetizing horrible awful grubby baby bibs
Oh, my some mephitic nauseating obscene panties.
Musty nauseating odious under shirts
soiled squalid uncleanly pants and jeans
awful dirty filthy blouses and dresses
guess I’d better presoak and presort some of this mess???
9/27/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
You kept pulling us apart and driving us out into the dark; you kept pulling us apart when you knew that you have gotten it wrong from the start.
You kept pulling us apart when knew we could work together and build a better tomorrow. Sheep and goat are deep and they don’t belong in the street; dogs and cats have nothing in common and the grizzly bear has nothing to spare.
How much more wind must we blow to get you off our show? How much more blood must be shed before you get out of my bed? I have worked for twenty years to build this magnificent sanctuary and you sits in your Timbuctoo office with your soapy bottom telling us what is divine
How did you get into this thing? Do you know where we have been? We have walked our shoe off, slept in the dark ate jackfruit seed for supper and drink muddy water for dinner. Our body is stinking and the light in my heart sometimes grows dim and when the nights get cold, we held on to each other’s soul from a distance. That is the closest we have ever been and we have not sinned.
Why do you keep pulling us apart when you know that we can create miracle together? Why do you keep pulling us apart? When you know that we can build companies together and employ a million head and prepare a land lock cemetery to bury the unruly dead.
We can bring warring faction together; win every deal to stop the useless steal, when mind interlock with mind and soul touches soul the mystery will unfold.
This is the only chance I’ve got to wear a new frock and you try desperately to steal it off my back. You have been messing with my dreams for the very day I land on your shore, you have been messing with my dreams the first time I let you through the door, your ambition is too high and you are going to die,
You want to reap what you don’t sow and you want to gather what you don’t grow, I have a business mind and I communicate with the divine’, you must go to Rome and wear one of those long gowns to find solace. The revelation will come and the sky will start spinning around.
I am moving forward with my plans so come and join me if you can and you will learn something about the wind and you will understand why I cannot keep still, destiny will bind us together.
”Contests! We don’t need no stinking contests” sure
Email queries answered a contest sponsor
The names of the contestants
He knew before assessment
He failed to be a blind judgement dispenser.
In his self-chosen job he was dishonest
The prime placements of pride the poems could wrest
Not by poem quality
But by name identity
He made a farce of the poetry contest.
He once ran blank verse contest on open sky
A poet asked a question, he got reply
He submitted a blank page
Titled “ Sky’s Void Judges Gauge”
In the stinking contest he got a place high.
August 15, 2018
Syllable count : 11-11-7-7-11
(Checked on howmanysyllables.com)
somewhere smothered
under the glaring white
lies my summer
you know
the three reasons
I teach
June
July
and
August
and it's just
January
so.....
i've come to believe
just as much as Persiphone's return from Hades,
or Promethus's Fire,
it's my dreams
that melt the snow
we will read Frankenstein in February
while I'm on Cabelas
filling a cart with fishing tackle
hammered nickle, brass,
or chartreuse cowbells?
brown or brookie rapalas?
hell just buy 'em all...,
a little lighter action fly rod would be nice too
for those days I'm up to my waist in cold river
spare pair of waders and--
Dr. Frankenstein's search for the Elixr of Life?
... duh....
alienation rejection by our creator and society
really...
we don't need no stinking creator,
we don't need no stinking society
we don't need no EDUCATION
Huckleberry, give that monster a fishing pole
problem solved
responsibility you say? .... to society.. to friends ... to family
oh my god....
I could really use a new boat...
or at least a new motor
hmmmmmm......
nature... oh sweet mother of mine
freedom.....
I'll be responsible to her... and only her
I hear Alice Cooper
sing'n
school's out for summer...
... somewhere... out there...summer
on that ice
with that monster... and I'm chasing it
like Frankenstein
T'is the time of year when things do go bump in the night
a time when witches come back to life ready to snatch a child
to boil up in their evil cauldron that walks and even can talk
oh the vile stories it could tell of potions made from their flesh
The nasty things that are all a bubble in an evil stinking broth
an eye pops up and gives a wink while rats slowly boil away
bones of children, their blood and flesh stewing until thick
making an evil concoction along with slugs snails and dragon blood
The cauldron hisses and spits venomous stench flooding out
the witches gleefully cackle and cluck as it takes a life of its own
they pour the potion on the ground and up spring foul creatures
crying and wailing like banshees they take to wing to cause mayhem
A time when the dead rise up and for a few hours rule the world
Stay inside if you wish to be safe, don't venture out if you are wise
pumpkins with evil grins spring to life searching for the unwary
giant blood sucking bats fly through the thick air on silent wings
Everywhere the spirits of the dead wait for the unwary fool
who ventures forth on the Hallowed Eve, not time to be out
if you go with your friends to Trick or Treat don't ask for a trick
that,s the surest way for the witches to spirit you away for ever
Dark and sinister the night can you hear the werewolves howl?
slithering snakes with forked tongues coil ready to strike at you
cold icy fingers reach out grasping trying to capture you as you pass
It really is a night to be home tucked up safe before your warm fire
For this one night all good is smothered and chaos rides forth
the chasm is open and monsters freely walk and hunt for souls
zombies shamble along desperate for fresh blood and human flesh
winged creatures of horrendous appearance take to the skies
Cap all this with wicked wizards and spotted purple poisonous toads
scarecrows gleefully join in the mayhem of this most foul of nights
giant pumpkins that have taken a life of their own are on the prowl
its a time to tuck yourself up in your cosy bed, holy water and cross ready
Don't venture out if you care for your soul for it will be snatched
and will leave you rotting in an eternal Halloween for all your days
written 08/30/2013