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Monday night is my weekly Bible Study
An evening spent delving into God's word.
A night devoted to knowing Christ as my Savior
To not attend would be simply absurd.
Tuesday night is spent at the county prison
Sharing God's word with hard-core sinners.
Trying to lead them to repent and accept Christ as their Savior
In hopes they'll be transformed from losers to winners.
Wednesday night is spent at church
A midweek devotion so important to my life.
To praise God and thank Him for his many blessings
As Sunday service alone does not suffice.
Thursday is our weekly lunch at the diner
A great time to get to know my fellow Christians.
We break bread and we share God's word with each other
And often talk over our latest church mission.
Friday and Saturday I like to leave open-ended
Unless my church has something planned, in which case I attend.
I love my free time but would drop everything for
Participation in a church-sponsored event.
It's Sunday, dear God, and I kneel before thee
Grateful to be here in the House of the Lord.
Though you've bestowed so many blessing on me
I pray for just one more.
Please God, help me be closer to my children
As I've been neglecting their many needs.
I've given my life to Christ as my Savior
Yet somehow lost touch with those important to me.
I love you Lord, and love your son Jesus
For giving His life so I can be with you in eternity.
But please don't let my heavenly desires
Put a wall between my children and me.
So, I hope you'll forgive me if every once in a while
I skip a church event to stay home with my family.
To get reacquainted with them and put forth more effort
In being the parent I know you expect me to be.
My child, by all means spend time at home with your kids
When you are together, you should know I am there.
And when you want to have some alone time with your God
Trust me, they'll still know how much you care.
Be at home for your children and here for your church
Enjoy all your loved ones while you've got the chance.
From your prayer, I suggest you need only be mindful
Of the simple, yet profound gift of…balance.
Form:
Suddenly there was a cold draft
It was chilly reminiscent of a wintry shower bath
Making the body freeze
With a tundra tease
It came from up there
Screaming icy air
Was it a duct?
Where the warmth got stuck?
Like a refrigerator open door
Luring a bear into making an easy score
Dressed in the appropriate hibernation muffle
Before escaping doing a planned shuffle
Closing the door
Than crossing the frigid floor
The draft did stop
And soon it got very hot
Suddenly there was a cold draft
Apparently one or two countries had a wrath
Notice came in the mail
Failure to respond meant going to jail
Reporting to camp
With a form signed by a rubber stamp
Boots on the ground
Glory and honor it did sound
As copter blades twirled
And butch haircuts curled
Things went down
Hopefully the bodies would be found
Closing the casket
Family wearing black veils to mask it
The draft did stop
And bonding financial transactions started to get hot
Suddenly there was a cold draft
Foaming an artistic craft
Not a bad deal for a first round that was picked
A social prop soothing the issue that made them ticked
Corona was its name
Perfect for the conversation game
Debating with a laugh
Communicating about the calculating national debt math
Not using any sharp words as spears
Just a nice talk over a few beers
Going down like a saintly breeze
Unlike a French wine next to cheese
Closing the tab
Before calling a cab
The draft did stop
Making the bar flies bug out cheerful not angry and hot
Trying to get one's point across...
With a raised voice,
Or when two parties
Talk over each other
In order to win an argument...
Is not communication.
When conflict reaches a boiling point,
It's difficult to reach a resolution.
The crosstalk becomes so incoherent...
We don't hear each other clearly.
The unnecessary screaming
And shouting is pointless and tiresome.
A much easier way is to
Turn down the heat
And look for a compromise.
When two perspectives are in dispute
It's better to bring disagreeing parties together...
To help resolve their differences
And come to a solution both can agree on.
That's effective communication.
It matters much more...
Respecting different opinions
Than "being right."
If the impasse remains unbroken
Simply agree to disagree.
Date written: 08/12/2021
Why do we not listen? Why do we not hear the sound in the distance? Why do we feel we have to talk over a whisper? Why can't we hear a voice a little more crisper? Why do we doubt? Why do we feel we can go without? Why is this all that life's about? Why do we want more and need less? Why do we not already believe that we are blessed? Why do some of us believe that greed is the only way to bleed? When will we stop the violence? And will we start bowing our heads in silence? When will we start to believe? When will we start to grieve? How is there not something more powerful than me? When will love be the only thing that is? When will we realize the ONLY love is His? Why do we chase things that cannot be found? Why do we look in the wrong places to find love abound? When will we just take a moment to stop and think? Why can we not find the moment to just get our thoughts in sync? Why does life pass by in a blur? Why do we sometimes wish we can go back where we were? Why do we strive for change if no one's willing to change? Why are the broken left to deal with the pain? Why can't we be thankful for each breath? Why doesn't being alive reveal God's attest? Why are there more questions than answers? Why haven't we yet found a cure for cancer? Why is it that these questions seek so many replies?Why is it that we are told not always ask why?
The teacher was trying to figure it out
She was brand new, and optimistic
Fresh and ready to educate her first graders.
She had prepared all summer and was organized.
They came in and sat down, all sparkly
With clean expectant faces, and great attitudes.
A few knew each other, most did not.
She introduced herself; it felt like a terrific start.
William a most annoying student kept trying to talk over her.
He was taller then the others, he looked eight.
The rest of them were six and seven.
She noted his red hair.
He reminded her of someone.
She felt more annoyed every second.
He was a class clown who made lots of jokes.
He did not take first grade seriously.
By Wednesday she realized who William reminded her.
He looked a lot like an pesky classmate of her childhood
Jimmy, a child who bullied the other children
She tried to find something she liked about this child.
Gave him many chances, finally began focusing on his positives.
Any time he did anything that was halfway on task, she complimented him.
William changed from angry and defensive to excited about school.
He became a student who wanted to please his teacher.
His classmates began to like having him around.
To return home that was at a walking distance.
She used to stop at a bar to freshen up a bit
One day she noticed a man staring at her.
As days passed, he befriended and bonded her.
It became a daily routine to talk over a drink.
When one day, she went to the rest room,
He poured a tasteless powder into her drink.
Next morning, she found herself in his bed.
When she was about to shout for any help
He showed her pictures of the last night
She was victimized for months silently
Till she committed suicide because of
Date Rape drug, known as Predator drug.
Come by the sword, die by the sword
Didn’t work, in this case of the woman.
Good people are passive, not aggressive
They believe in, “If a man slaps on your left cheek,
Offer your right cheek for him to slap”
A swordsman fights his opponent of equal strength
Who has sword in one hand and chili powder in another
Throws into his eyes and overpowers or kills him
Theory works but in the war or duel situation.
Jesus didn’t say “All who live with sword, Die by sword”
**He told Peter to put his sword away, and said
“All who draw the sword will die by the sword”**
**Matt. 26:52.
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Date :2-28-14
Do you want to talk or keep quiet?
I always have a problem with this
I talk too much
And I like to share
I always like to blobber my mouth
and sometimes I say more things than I should say
But the way I look at it
If you don't share you don't care
That should be a street sign right there
A lingo of some kind
Anyway how would I know what you are about
if you don't tell?
Ahh I can always read your body language
But do you always want to put me to that punishment?
I didn't do anything
Just kidding
Talk, will you?
Talk to me
I might be able to predict your future
That stretches kinda thin
Okay okay
I may be able to tell you what you should have for dinner
Nah
You don't want me to do that
But just forge up, will ya?
Things are getting kinda blurry
Need you to clarify
There
Now I know
Just don't talk over me
Ahh now I am getting picky
Okay I'll take what I can get
Just a little slow, will ya?
You're talking too fast
Ahh what a person to do?
You are talking fast, last
I can't put my two sentences in
Ahh I am creating a monster
Okay now talk when I want it
No
Haha
Don't then
Lol
Too funny
loves interlude
The story of love
it's why I ask myself
we are best together
seems i don't want no one else
people see things differently
it's different in every eye
we say hello just to say
goodbye
why oh why
tell me why oh why
must my heart be broken all the time!.....
Those where the days
those good ole days
when women loved
there men
with honor and respect
those were the good
ole days
Those were the days
those good ole days
men adored
and they chored
all to help the lady
those were the
good ole days
say it aint so
say it aint true
no collaboration
between me and
you
can we go back
start over again
maybe this time
we will end up
as friends
i like it when
we were together
talk over anything
through
any kinda weather
holding hands
from dawn til dust
spend a little
begg a little
but in god we'd trust
take credit for marring
the two of us
those were the good ole days!
Influences of love; getting back into romance is harder to do!
trumpets, french horns bassey guiars. violens chelloes flutes and woodwinds. sythesizers and right singers creating the right sounds!
Stumbling into this smokey run down dive bar
I just drove six hours in that old cramped car
The dancers rush to hit me up, I say leave me alone
I just came in to use the telephone
I can barely talk over the music blasting in here
And this phone smells like old rotten beer
I haven't talked to my kid since I don't know when
So I get into it with the ex-wife again
Because I haven't seen my kid in a year
I expect the phone to slammed down in my ear
She says she hates my guts, why do I even call
And doesn't know why she talks to me at all
She reminds me that without a doubt
I'm the one who decided to walk out
So if I care about our son at all
I should do more than a lousy phone call
I start slamming whiskey in this hell-hole bar
And wonder how it ever got this far
I run from the past and I'm all alone
Until I work up the courage to pick up the phone
The sun is rising and I jerk awake
And grab a handful of pills to take
Time to hit the road again
Wondering when this nightmare will end
'NA re-run' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
6/24/19
SEEING FROM THE OTHER SIDE
For years, one has entertained the notion
That nations and cultures can always mix
There are customs and appearances, true
Some might close their eyes, as many do
Also their ears, as language can play tricks
Races no longer separated by any ocean
Yet integration recalibrates one’s identity
More for others to feel safe and sound
Yet difference is surely to be celebrated
Whether or not all verbs are conjugated
But gentle friction is healthy when around
Seeing people as they are and want to be
Step by step, perhaps talk over the fence
But all be aware, there’s no time to sleep
The pace at which such acceptance grows
It takes many decades, as one who knows
National cultural norms are buried deep
There is no gain in perpetuating ignorance
Learning and adjustment aren’t just words
It needs the occasional slap in the face
To recognise what passes for normality
But on further thought, is quite arbitrary
Turning away disinterested, is a disgrace
Embrace the new, mix whey with curds