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Any person who’s in employment, works in a safe environment
As policies have all been put in place to eradicate accidents
But how many of us, are as diligent when it comes to our family
And risk assess each room at home to ensure it’s hazard free
Each year, there are so many injuries, that are caused by trips and falls
In the home, so experts tell us, that it’s the most unsafe place of all
Those most at risk are our elders, especially ones who live alone
When trips or falls at their time of life, can result in broken bones
It doesn’t take anything major, the smallest innocuous event
Can cause the elderly, a child or ourselves, to have an accident
Old worn slippers that slop off feet, over-furnished rooms
Chairs used as ladders and trailing leads are all where danger looms
Frayed loose carpets, and failing health, can lead to jeopardy
So ‘Safety First’ is the watchword, to protect from injury
Throw out shabby slippers - clean out rooms - make pathways clear
Secure trailing leads - use a footstool - have health checks every year
Ensure safety is your mindset, and risk assessment habitualistic
So you and your family don’t end up, as one more Health and Safety statistic.
It has never yet rained; on the internet..I wander.' Am I lost.? Have you seen me yet? I cannot know.' Still less i see.' Yet
By word and His Word, I am in search for
He..Or her? I throw out lines.' This desert is
Vast.' I loose track of time.' An oceon of
Ardity with many minds, duplicitous scapes, yet some gold I find..I pass all to the hands of God, not mine to keep, this is me just being.. But a hapless bod.' A voice
A life, for this very time..Cry out I am told.'
Time begets its time, what shall I cry.? I sometimes ask.' Why am I on this fruitless
Task.? No matter I hear come back to me.'
Call out to all who exist, out there by the barren tree.' May their eyes be opened may their hearing heal, I am come.' I am coming, all else is un-real..Oh earthen vessel.' Ask Me not why.' Watch not the
Sky nor take note of ill winds that blow malign.'
Cry man is as a flower which blooms, for its time.' Yet to God alone is glory' all things
Are His signs.' Divine He stands, His arms
So wide.' Who finds Him finds True Life now then still, LOUDER CRY..' Call out again on this desert made by man, that Yeshua can steal whoever from satans hand.' He made the dead tree to bring forth life.' Lo
The bridegroom cometh.' He will take to wife.'
~wonderful faces, beautiful places,
All anchored in glory;
Beautiful God Glory Hallehulia…
So tell the story,
Of my Lord the Savior;
In whom I trust and adore
As I
Oh I
I rest in His arms.
We all should rest in His arms
As we all rest in His arms
I am not ashamed, no am I at odds?
I shall not be alarmed… cause I am
Resting in His arms
I rest in His arms
I rest in His arms
I rest in His Jesus mighty, mighty arms;
I rest in His arms
I rest in His arms
I rest in His Jesus mighty, mighty arms;
No I shall not be ashamed;
And yes God, yes He knows my name;
Sort of like mommy picking up the baby;
She nurtured and cuddles
Surety middles
Gives him substances food to eat, he recovers…
My only wish is
That I’m not throw out with the dishes;
My, my God O Lord please grant my wishes
Allow me to rest up in…
Allow me to rest in your arms;
I rest in His mighty, mighty arms..
Torn sworn off battles
Not to give anymore madder;
All my hopes and protection is in Him in the Lord;
He will lead me, guide me and shield me
Woo-oh, Oh! Oh! as I rest in His arms~
11/19/10
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. & THE CORINTHIAN™ 2010, 2019©
Arranged music by Jonathan Kabore for Kabore Music©”
From “KABORE PRAISE ANTHOLOGY©”
You were so loud,
shootin’ off your mouth,
’bout why the world sh-ts on you,
talkin’ old tropes
thought up by filthy dopes,
that never once were proven true.
You stood so proud,
but, man, where are you now?
Living in a poor rat trap.
Say you’re oppressed,
don’t bother to get dressed,
think government should ‘pay you back.’
Sad to say, we worked and you played,
we’re heading for a windfall,
it must burn, seeing all we have earned,
and you ain’t gettin’ it at all.
Have to say, you laughed in our face,
now we’re heading for a windfall,
it must burn, seeing all that we earned,
and you ain’t gettin’ it at all.
You called us fools,
said that it wasn’t cool
to dream big about success,
took no risk,
you’d just throw out a diss,
at all who stood out from the rest.
You feel so good
deep in your ‘victimhood,’
no sense to see it’s all a lie,
and worse you race
endless crap to this day,
telling folks they shouldn’t try.
Sad to say, we worked and you played,
we’re heading for a windfall,
it must burn, seeing all we have earned,
and you ain’t gettin’ it at all.
Have to say, you laughed in our face,
now we’re heading for a windfall,
it must burn, seeing all that we earned,
and you ain’t gettin’ it at all.
It’s not easy,
never is, being free,
but it beats every other way,
this game we’re in,
bot everyone can win,
but all loose if they never play.
the old decree:
You don’t work, you don’t eat,
no human though can undo that.
If you remain
just a man who complains,
your whole life gonna turn out bad.
Sad to say, we worked and you played,
we’re heading for a windfall,
it must burn, seeing all we have earned,
and you ain’t gettin’ it at all.
Have to say, you laughed in our face,
now we’re heading for a windfall,
it must burn, seeing all that we earned,
and you ain’t gettin’ it at all.
We finish each other’s sentences
And laugh at his and hers silly jokes
We anticipate one another’s needs
Taking for granted that it’s just so
I try to act surprised
When you throw out of the blue
Now and then throughout the day
Those sweet little I love you’s
We can keep no secrets
From each other
Above it all
We’re best of friends
You scratch my back
And I scratch yours
I love you so
And you love me
At the end of the day
There’s nowhere
We’d rather be
Than by each other’s side
Always it amazes me
How you can be more
Lovingly predictable
Than the sun above
A hug a nibble
A kiss goodnight
I’ll miss you and
See you in the morning
Read on air by invitation ~ May 5, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Boardwalk and Park Place she would always get.
I almost never landed on them, so she’d throw a fit.
She’d spend all of her money getting them hotels too.
I would zoom around collecting two hundred dollars with my boot shoe.
She was the dog, I was the shoe.
My grandma and I, a joyful little two.
We’d drink soda pop and eat potato chips.
She’d throw out old timer magic, I’d throw out quips.
When she was losing, she would throw the board in the air.
I remember those days, and gram’s frizzy purple hair.
Monopoly still makes me smile to this very day.
I never buy Boardwalk or Park Place. They are hers in a way.
Pistol Pete is Peaceful Peter now,
Married life has altered him, and how.
He used to be a honky tonker
Always spoiling for a fight,
Now he's always home with Mama
And in bed by nine each night.
It was a huge mistake to take that wedding vow.
He had to give up hanging out with all the boys,
And had to throw out all his "girlie" mags and toys.
Nor can he scratch, nor cuss, nor chew,
He had to kiss that life good-bye,
And when he's dragged to church on Sunday,
She even makes him wear a tie.
There's not a thing about wedded bliss that he enjoys.
Six months in and she can't take it anymore,
All she does is wring her hands and pace the floor.
When Pete proposed to her he promised
He'd reform and get a job,
But no one wants to hire a guy
To sleep, drink beer, and be a slob,
And Mama's sick and tired of being poor.
What the last straw was for Mama, who can say,
But the police came and carted her away.
What she claimed as her defense,
That made the judge and jury frown,
Was he forgot too many times
To put the toilet seat back down.
"Justified, perhaps, but guilty, anyway."
To see her tried Pete's old friends flocked from miles around,
Then stayed to see her fried and Pete put in the ground.
As each one heard the eulogy,
This thought was racing through his head,
"If I had followed Pete's example,
That could be me there lying dead!"
And not a dry eye in the parlor could be found.
If there's a moral to my tale, this truth will fit:
If you only "like" someone, do not commit.
Before proposing, think again
'cause it's a fairly well-known fact
That married life can be a pain
When complete opposites attract.
If you don't believe me, just read his obit
Because Pistol Pete's the pitiful proof of it.
Here are a few safety tips that will help keep you & your family ssafe
When in doubt, throw it out: Throw out foods with danger-signaling odors. But be aware that most food poisoning bacteria are odorless, colorless and tasteless. Do not even waste a food that is suspect.
Use separate cutting boards for meat and poultry: Don’t use wooden cutting boards. Bacteria can live in the grooves. Sterilize cutting boards in the dishwasher. Consider buying separate colors for meat and fresh foods like veggis and bread.
Wash and disinfect sponges and towels regularly: Launder in a bleach solution.
Avoid cross-combination by washing all surfaces (including your hands) that have been in contact with raw meats, poultry or eggs.
Thaw meats or poultry in the refrigerator, not in the kitchen counter: If you must thaw foods quickly, use cool running water or the microwave
Do not put food on a plate that was used for raw meat or poultry: If you bring your raw steaks, chicken, or burgers to the grill on a platter, get a fresh platter for a final product
Mix foods with utensils, not your hands: Keep hands and utensils away from your mouth, nose and hair
My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay
When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?
And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?
Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene
My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…
And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?
Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?
Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…
And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?
Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense
My fear?
My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea
And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?
Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...
Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…
Written By: D. Collins 10/23/25
Forgive me if I throw out this little flirt.
You're one of the most beautiful to walk planet earth.
Your confidence and posture is what any many should want.-
All of the necessary creds any woman would flaunt.
Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with lookin' good.
That is why I had to add the "Wow-Wow" to the Wood.
You have kissable dimples and the most beautiful smile.
Prevent OGs like me from going out of style (Old Guys).
I just happen to find it totally ridiculous.
That God blessed one person with so many gifts.
This little blurb is just to give you some props.
That OGs have experience in knowing what is "HOT".