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run for fun
run as a rookie
rookie plays hooky
rookie seeks fame
fame is a game
fame can hurt
hurt like dirt
hurt your skills
skills and drills
skills to run
run out of fun
run until faint
faint no sound
faint dead away
away not found
away to place
place thumbs down
place out of breath
breath with a frown
breath slow
slow status quo
slow and shaking
shaking lips
shaking aching
aching lungs
aching heart
heart torn apart
heart sad
sad and mad
sad and ashamed
ashamed lack of training
ashamed but lingering
lingering placers
lingering racers
racers cheer
racers chant
chant and rant
chant for fame
fame not shame
fame for the win
win wherein
win with a plan
plan to work
plan the pace
pace the race
pace under control
control time
control breath next
next . . .
time . . .
I had the strangest dream the other night.
Thinking I could help my city's plight.
I wanted to donate something they could use,
So I offered them a deal they couldn't refuse!
I dreamed I inherited an enormous amount of cash,
And rather than fritter it away on useless trash,
I wanted to give pleasure to our dear citizens,
And provide them with numerous and colorful denizens!
Approaching the city council with my idea,
I thought my plan would be a great panacea.
But strangely my proposal fell on deaf ears,
As one by one they relayed to me their fears!
All I proposed to do for my fair village,
Was to donate flocks of pigeons with fair plumage.
A unanimous council gave me a thumbs down,
And I was unceremoniously escorted out of town!
They told me what I could do with my scheme,
And that was the end of my inane dream!
Next time I'll be more selective with my bucks.
Maybe I'll consider donating dozens of ducks!
~Murder is Not Private Matter~
If a newborn born can be killed,
Then why not you or me?
What gives you or me the right to
end a life of a full grown baby?
You and I have a chance to fight
back or to run.
A newborn, NO!!....
They will never see the sun!
They must die!
We call it "choice" in the name of
a godless humanity.
Who think Darwin, created you
or me!
"Murder by choice, "what a perversion!
But we must save lions and squirrels?
Mon Dieu, what a twisted and sick
mental aberration.
Dedicated to all the unborn human
beings, scheduled for slaughter today.
And right, I expect no responses.
I speak for them. Nobody else will!
People may stop reading them.
Popularity alway~ any cost,
*You can find no-kill shelters for
pets in any town.
But a mother, like a Roman of
old,
Simply gives the abortionist:
A thumbs-down code.**
September 30, 2019
Panagiota Romios
In a nation of "point the finger"'
she pondered joining the crowd.
As in the famed Roman Coliseum
she imagined herself in full glory.
Giving a glorious "thumbs down!"
After all, she told her arrogant
herself,
as she put a crown of leaves on her
head:
"Those foolish Christians need to die!"
Yet a voice deep within her, made her
wonder.......why?
'twas in the gods of Rome she believed,
Who was this Christ, these fools died
for?
Centuries have come and gone, her
crown of leaves decayed, too!
Today not only are Christians killed,
but millions of others have died,in the
milieu.
The new god is love of self, above all else!
That name, Christ, best not be spoken.
He, who died for all humanity, still a
most despised personage!
We honor false gods, read literature
assuring us of polytheism.
Then cry and gnash our teeth, when
statues are toppled, morals are a joke.
And our only satisfaction comes from
booze, hot sex or a fast toke.
June 17, 2020
11am PST
Poem # 1,249
Shoeless – one is meaningless without the other pair of shoes
I understand myself –thumbs up to self
There’s pros and cons…
Emotions…things I can’t let go
Relax please….I want to be with you forever it seems…
I am mending my broken, broken dreams
What’s underneath will rise
I open both my eyes
With an intellectual side…
I’m feeling fine with you, sugar-coating the lies
Honesty marries me like a bride
I’m feeling fine with you, sugar-coating the lies
With an intellectual side…
I open both my eyes
What’s underneath will rise
I am mending my broken, broken dreams
Relax please….I want to be with you forever it seems…
Emotions…things I can’t let go
There’s pros and cons…
Shoeful – one is meaningful with or without the other pair of shoes
I understand myself –thumbs down to self
This life has many different phases and faces
As you navigate the intricate phases and faces of life,
And life gets off the hook,
And decides to downgrade you, upgrade yourself and your life with Jesus
When life gives you thumbs down, high five yourself and your life with Jesus
When life backs you up against the ropes and keeps pounding away relentlessly at your defenseless body,
Be sure to dope a rope yourself and your life with Jesus
If life low blows you and knocks you down,
Be sure to beat the count of ten with Jesus
This life has many different phases and faces
So, if life gives you a dirty slap on your right cheek,
Be sure to turn the other cheek with the love of God
When life tells you to back out,
Tell life you are surging forward with Jesus
When life says you are a low life,
High life yourself and your life in Jesus
If life serves you bitter lemon
Sprite and seven up yourself and your life with Jesus
Life has many phases and faces,
So, if life bad mouths you, sweet mouth your life and yourself with Jesus
When life disrespects you, respect, express and emersh yourself and your life in Christ Jesus
If life dishonours you, make yourself and your life honorable in Christ Jesus
When life minimizes you, maximize yourself and your life in Christ Jesus
Life has many phases and faces,
So, when life says you are dead and finished,
Tell life that "you are Born Again in Christ Jesus."
They kept telling her to leave!
But her heart didn't hear their
loud thumping voices.
Like an idiot staying up all night,
this grandmother,quite old,
Physically worn out, decided it
was time to fold.
After all, few years had she left!
She put away her quill in her oak
desk, more than bereft.
Knowing to them she was nothing but
a "thumbs down."
But knew that was fine, as one
day, she would wear a heavenly
crown.
Loathed because she was a patriot!
Knew truth, not lassoed by fake
news lariats!
Glad she was in the PS Anthology,
She grinned with humble satisfaction.
Staring at her friend.the lone, moonlit
Oak tree.
The quill rustled softly in it's velvet
green holder.
No quitter, she, hard times always made
her far bolder.
12/19/20320
The End
Seeing through these cold dead eyes now,
This world looks much different.
The scars of one’s life entire,
Appear now for all to see.
What once meant everything,
Really means nothing now.
I still see and sense things mortal,
But the earthly world can’t hear my words.
Lying on an ice-cold white slab this darkest night,
I see the pale yellow moon’s sad face in the sky.
With visions of people who’ve crossed over before,
I wonder when Charon shall finally appear?
Shall it be him who appears on this new horizon?
Or shall it be someone or something else?
The everyday mortal world moves on as before:
Regardless of one’s wealth, poverty, fame, shame, infamy.
I guess now all the ancient mysteries of the universe,
Shall become obvious and answered in kind.
I wonder what shall be said to me and the reception?
Thumbs up or thumbs down—I guess I shall find out.
The pale yellow moon now appears brighter . . .
As if a special message cometh soon from a winged angel.
Hope this helps to answer my lingering questions . . .
As the dark void from the mortal world grows greater now.
I feel a gentle tug pulling me upward now from Earth’s grasp,
Into the majestic arms of infinity and into God’s eternal light!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 12, 2016 (Lyric)
To Be God Is Not Easy
Millions prayers,
Millions wishes and
Countless lives are
Responsibilities of Mine.
Justifying all these
I have to reach
No pretend, no busy
To be God is not easy.
Love, success, wealth
All earthly things you need.
But not a single including
Godman want Me as need.
When time to thumbs up
all credits are yours,
When time to thumbs down
blames are Mine not yours.
Both Arjun and Duryodhan
for need came at my threshold,
Can you believe, one of two
had tried to chain Me to hold.
Except all I have to
bless without nod,
So my dear, it is not
easy To be God.
Nero’s citizens enjoyed games of death
People and beasts for their sadistic fun
Animals and slaves drawing their last breath
Death in the arena, no place to run.
Gladiator fights were the ultimate
Hero worshipped champions of the gore
A sword thrust or spear sealed many ones fate
Crowds roared approval and called out for more.
Was man against man with sword, net and spear
Fight to the death, only one would remain
Experts in combat, none showed any fear
The loser on the ground writhing in pain.
Thumbs down, thumbs up victor looked to Nero
Thumbs up, swings sword crowd have a new hero.