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Hidden in the lies the preachers tell
Gagging on the brimstone stench of hell
The words He spoke back then
Have different meanings now
The idols now - kids drawings
A purple, haloed cow.
The repetition of the mantra
Deadens mind and soul
Deepening the question
“How will it make us whole?”
“Suffer the little children…”
I believe they’ve had enough
And with their overt actions
Are calling Satan’s bluff.
Hidden in the darkness, lurking in the past
Hoping for a savior that may not come again
While searching for a distant god
They never look within.
©8/21/2022
*paraphrase of a line from the movie The Ten Commandments
Where’s is God hiding Poetry Contest
Our Heavenly Father gave us this commandment
for a very good reason. Ever since Cain killed his
younger brother, Abel over an offering to the Lord,
violence has been rapidly accelerated. As we all
know, God destroyed the earth during Noah's time,
because of violence.
God instructed Noah and his family in Genesis
chapter nine after the flood. Genesis 9:6"Whoso
sheddth man's blood, by man shall his blood be
shed; for in the image of God made he man."
Clearly , then because we are created in his image,
God instructs us to respect human life.
Genesis chapter thirty-seven describes the Great
Plot. Because Jacob favored his son Joseph, his
elder brothers plotted to kill him. His brother, Reuben,
spared Joseph's life. Reuben planned to rescue
Joseph and restore him to their father. Joseph's
other brothers, however, sold Joseph to a band of
Ishmaelites on their way to Egypt.
*(Abraham's eldest son was Ishmael of the
flesh but not the promise. And Sarah's servant
woman was an Egyptian named Hagar,
Ishmael's mother.)
A modern court (of jurisprudence) would have
sentenced Joseph's brothers to a long prison
sentence for their plot against him. Even man's
justice pays a token homage to the commandment,"
"THOU SHALT NOT KILL."*( Is the sixth commandment
out of the TEN COMMANDMENTS.)
[ Many blue states and their sanctuary cities 'Have a
catch and release policy, especially for illegal
immigrants, regardless' of whether it is classified
as a Class A felony or not. ]
Those who commit murder shall not inherit the kingdom
of God. "For without are dogs, sorcerers and whore
mongers,and murders! The Love Verse, John 3:16
says," For God so loved the world, that he gave his only
Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish,
but have everlasting life."
by Roxanne Dubarry
November 13, 1987
revised version: ( words contained both in
parenthesis) and [brackets added later]
Roxy Lea 1954/October Country
February 20, 2026
La Dolce Vita Part One
How sweet life is, indeed!
The air we breathe, our nightly rest.
Think back about your very first
steps.
You played games outdoors with
your nose not stuck to a screen.
You romped in the woods ever so
merrily.
Days of conviviality with no fear.
Just endless days and nights
with parents and friends, we held
so very dear.
Life was just beginning for us.
Most of us went to Church and
learned who created the Universe.
We learned the Ten Commandments
that applied to men and women...
one and all.
Our countries stood tall and
proud. We loved our countries
proud of its flag and song.
Leaders were respected not
humiliated or the butt of jokes.
Times horribly transformed..
When God was shown the door
and our country and leaders
we abhor.
The New Bible is the deceitful and
devilish fourth estate,
That has made us hate each other
without reason or debate.
The time has come my friends
To get a grip, return to reality.
Love all and create a new world,
That is ours and for those yet to be.
June 10, 2019
4:30pm PST
The Rich Young Ruler
A Rich Young Ruler came,
To see the Lord one day;
"What must I do"? He asked Him.
So he would be okay.
"What must I do to inherit?
Eternal life you see.
I’ve always been a good boy,
The people look at me".
“Keep the Ten Commandments”
“I do, and that’s the truth;
I keep the Ten Commandments
And I’ve kept them from my youth”
Then the Master noted,
“One thing still lackest thee”
Sell all your fancy riches,
Take your cross and follow me.”
The Rich man left the Master,
His heart was filled with strife,
He’d rather all his riches
Than to gain eternal life.
But here we see a blueprint,
Instructions if you will?
It was truth the day he spoke it
And surely it is still.
If we follow Jesus;
He will cover any loss.
But first we have to follow Him
And take up His own dear Cross.
We are badgered by the media most every other day,
Blaring that self-appointed conjurors want to take our God away!
Maybe they should be challenged with more productive things to do,
Like caring for the hungry and homeless, ceasing such hullabaloo!
Seems that most folks find The Creator comforting and consoling,
And can do without others' jaundiced views and constant cajoling.
It wouldn't harm our youth to respect The Ruler of this celestial ball,
Or they might grow to adulthood respecting little or nothing at all!
A few misguided souls tout the First Amendment and free speech,
When any mention of God is made, thinking it an alarming breach!
Did they ever consider they are infringing on another person's right,
When they want to cease the mention of God in things we say or write!
Prayer is out of schools, they want to change the Pledge of Allegiance,
Deleting all references to God and His much needed munificence!
The Ten Commandments are no longer desired for general public view.
How dare they presume that they are offensive to me and you!
Great civilizations have crumbled from far less than we condone.
The vast majority of folks believe there is a God yet on His throne,
Praying that one day to this great nation sanity will be restored.
As the Psalmist said, "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Stone, parchment, and the printed page,
The Ten Commandments we engage,
"Remember this," our preacher said,
Praise thy name for our daily bread.
Before his birth in a manger
His complete life, he faced danger,
Without him, then we will all dread,
Praise thy name for our daily bread.
He worked miracles, people saw,
Leaving many of them in awe,
People walked and saw, and they spread,
Praise thy name for our daily bread.
He took the cross, said, "do not weep,"
His Word in our hearts, where we keep,
On Calvary where your son bled,
Praise thy name for our daily bread.
2020 January 02
IN PRAISE OF GOD Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Howmanysyllables;
16 lines x 8 syllables per = 128 syllables total
Telling "White Lies"
My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,
experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
(and felt neutral about stitching
together gainful employment)
to support his family two parents +
remainder offspring, he helped sire
lacked positive role models, none the
less gumption taught her to strive
at tender age livid with rage to escape
caricature living poor, thus sought
employment when/wherever sheik hood
if necessary fibbed to survive
plus rash of healthy nurturing, and
absolute zero constraints, perhaps five
or thereabout years old attested
much later, suspected her papa did jive
with unspeakable improper behavior
(nobody dare discuss taboo issues),
yet intuition awoke within immoral
conclusion Harriet Kuritsky did arrive,
and perhaps resorted to stretching
the truth (fibbing a "white lie") the only
recourse available plied sweet innocence
knowing little or nothing about birds
feathering their nest, nor little about
buzzfeeding activity in beehive
naivete flirtatious coyness advantage worked,
I bet young thang did connive
and probably never did contemplate,
deliberate, generate and wrongdoing,
where mother of necessity spurred
angelic demureness strategy to contrive
securing bare necessities, hence fast
forward, when unsolicited advice given
to this sole son, or either sibling, (an older
& younger sister) tactics upbringing did deprive
ma mum of positive role models, hence
only blueprint to acquire essential needs
serendipitous series of unfortunate events
before Lemony Snicket did derive
school of hard knocks, (I do believe
formerly called Abraham Lincoln High)
rather than impugn, judge, revile, et cetera
kernels/nuggets of wisdom memory did revive
within my mind for rhyme, nor reason
blunt honesty, not always best policy
despite ten commandments
to husbands with many a wive.
Life lesson learned meant blurred line
between mendacity and truth
courtesy upbringing mommy dearest
if repeatedly drummed into me noggin
brutal honesty will bring nothing but bupkis,
or if you prefer the Yiddish spelling bobkes.
I was born in some troubling times,
And bred to work hard and not whine.
Like now, people didn't always behave
As they should, but there was never a
Question about where everyone stood.
But I am seriously saddened these days
Because there are too many foundational
Ways of life disappearing fast or already
Departed. I fear that they rather not return.
I was taught the ten commandments in
School and in school, I learned the golden rule.
Articulation was a major key and coveted tool.
We learned to debate and retain good attitudes.
Lincoln's cherry tree story taught us about honesty.
Our homes, churches, and state taught us about integrity.
Among such colossal treasures, there stood one,
Intellectual Honesty, which is presently a rarity.
Have you seen her? Do you not miss her too?
I look hard and long for such treasures in today's
Great debates and discussions. She's very seriously
Lacking in our halls of academia and governance.
But instead, I find Intellectual Dishonesty in hostile
Conversations. Too few even bother about whether
Something is right or true, but rather, 'Did it go 'viral'?
Back when and where I used to roam, she stood tall
And firm; not considered by anyone an endangered
Species. But currently, there is much concern.
022223PS
God likes a joke.
Now God he is all powerful,
but he likes a joke as well.
If you don"t have a sense of humour.
He will send you straight to Hell.
You can"t create a world,
with hatred love and fears,
and then forget to add,
laughter fun and tears.
Now God he said to Jesus,
I will tell you hear and now.
My Son there will be times,
that we are gonna row!
But when that does occur.
We will sit and we will muse.
About this silly argument,
and then we will defuse.
For life it should be fun.
The best that we can vote,
and like I said to Noah,
when he built his boat.
You better build it big!
Big as any Moon.
For two of everything,
will need a lot of room.
We have to live together.
Opinions will be mixed.
But if we have a laugh,
there is nothing can"t be fixed.
And like the Gospels state.
If I can be so bold.
A story about Moses.
A story to be told.
The Ten Commandments rule!
I wrote them out myself.
They are worth to you,
much more than any wealth.
But back to my good friend.
I have a joke to tell.
About how Moses felt.
Indeed he felt unwell.
Now stomach gas is sore.
It builds up in a mass.
But Moses took my Tablets,
and it came to pass!
Form:
Highlighting the Lord God’s omnipotence
Bible stories expose His miracles
along His mercy’s faithful persistence
smiting torturous hatred’s tentacles.
Greatly enthralled by biblical events
my special child yearns for their retelling
animatedly done, no one prevents
his call for these chronicles propelling:
Creation wonders hold his eyes spell bound
as he recites Genesis 1:1 well
with thanksgiving midst praises that abound
through sign language, truth he does clearly tell.
He delights in surveying Noah’s ark
while traveling inside the floating zoo
hearing cats meow, pigs oink, birds chirp, dogs bark
snakes hiss, sheep baa, goats meeh, ducks quack, too.
Glued to Father Abraham’s clear portrait
carrying promised son Isaac gladly
exemplifying faith, superbly great---
dear child of mine keeps clapping blissfully.
Recalling Joseph the Dreamer’s venture
my son mumbles about coat colorful
projecting pit-prison-palace posture
affirming God’s compassion, powerful.
For Moses’ recorded heroism
by the Sovereign’s mighty deliverance
how my child screams beyond optimism
expecting Ten Commandments’ appearance.
Then climaxing his mirth’s jubilation
David emerges triumphant indeed
over Goliath’s defeated sanction
settling genuine godly trust from pride’s greed.
Concluding my son’s jovial Bible trip
he mimics crucifixion soberness
asserting the Saviour’s redemption-grip
offering eternal life’s graciousness.
With joy of pure mirth, shouting victory*
my child hugs me while his book he closes
ending Scripture narration of glory
exuding love the Almighty blesses.
*Psalm 98:1 O sing unto the LORD a new song; for he hath done marvellous things: his right hand, and his holy arm, hath gotten him the victory.
February 12, 2020
Edited on February 12, 2022
1st place, "A STRAND (1072)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/13/2022.