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Dragon fell asleep at his nappy time, and his dreams were so sublime.
He’d just heard the song, ‘Snoopy Vs The Red Baron’, one more time.
That Plus ‘Snoopy’s Christmas’, both were… very old… favorites of mine!
And, I swear to you… this is how his dreams… Really… did align…
Snoopy’s Dog House was in for repair. His little mechanic bird friends…
Were working feverishly making repairs for Snoopys’ next battle to begin.
But as the time drew near… Snoopy couldn’t wait… He couldn’t be late.
A Duel of honor had been struck, and it was time for the Red Baron’s fate.
He’d AGAIN appear! Snoopy had to be there at dawn, to fight for our team.
To save our beloved Life, Liberty, Freedom, and the great American Dream.
The Red Baron was never late, or missed, this duel! He yearly repeated…
It was the anniversary of his greatest loss. This, he wanted! No! He needed!
This was, once again, his chance to Win! So Snoopy did the amazing thing!
He called on Dragon to see him thru! Yes, Dragon would supply the wings.
He’d be in a dog fight with Snoopy, against the Red Baron, to the bitter end.
What the Red Baron didn’t know was… he didn’t stand a chance, my friend.
Not with these two Super heroes, together, and they did start out, so true!
At least, until Snoopy’s machine gun jammed! Oh! What would they do??!!
Freedom Simply Couldn’t Be Lost, when it didn’t go, as they had planned!
But never fear, with Dragon here, at Snoopy’s inventive, brilliant command!
Snoopy called on Dragon’s most wonderous, Top Secret Strength, acquired!
Yep, you guessed! He had Dragon spit out, Really, Great, Big Balls of Fire!
Naturally that couldn’t be beat! Better yet, as The Red Baron leaned in…
Diving from above! Dragon did the greatest Loop de Loop EVER SEEN!
Yep, He ended up, right behind the Red Baron’s illustrious, flying machine!
Then Snoopy let his Dragon of War loose, to do his special thing, so keen!
And as you guessed, the tail of the Red Barons’ plane, caught fire, so sweet!
Sending him home… in a massive, humbling, complete and utter DEFEAT!
The moral of this story is: Never Mess with our… American Super Heroes!
Dedicated to the True Heroes of 9/11, the First Responders, and our Amazing
Soldiers… They’re the best the World will ever see!
Written 9-11-2015
Jesus Be The Bomb
I got this friend name Jesus, last name Christ
He died on the cross, so that we all might have life
He died for blacks, whites, all races that’s why when I kick it with him
I kick it with him on a regular basis
There’s something about the name Jesus that’s got me cheesin’
Grinnin’ from ear to ear what he did for me was enough
But he’s still here constantly blessin’ us, caressin’ us when the devil be stressin’ us out
He calms the storm, he don’t talk about what he gon’ do
He performs my friends got a track record and his word his bond
He heals the sick, he raise the dead
He also fed thousands of people with two fish, and five loaves of bread
Walked on water, shed his blood unconditionally he loved us
If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have duh
It don’t take a scientist to know that everything else is for the birds
But Jesus is fo’ sho
Ya’ll need to get ya’ll some, ‘cause Jesus be the bomb
All our life, we tried to do it our way
But we get left along the highway, we could’ve died
We was promised a lot by the devil, but he lied
Ain’t ya’ll tired, it’s time to give Jesus his
He’s been down for us for years
I got tired of sheddin’ tears of pain, when I could be happy
And all it took was change, we be stubborn set in our ways
Don’t wanna listen, you need to get some Jesus ‘cause that’s what your missin’
I’m glad I got some Jesus before it was to late
Although I sat there waiting on God, to remove them charges brought by the state
Whether he removed them, or let em’ be, I still walk around like I’m free
Free in my mind, free in spirit, you can run but you can’t hide
And while ya’ll runnin’, ya’ll need to get ya’ll some
‘Cause Jesus be the bomb
This Jesus I got, you ain’t got to wait in line
All you got to do is scream Jesus, and he gon’ get at ya dawg
He might not come when you call, but he gon’ handle it all
Problems great or small, he ain’t the type to leave you when you got your back against the
wall
He gon’ ride to the bitter end, that’s what you call a real friend
So if ya’ll got something negative, to say about my friend hold your tongue
Cause I know for a fact, that my friend Jesus be the bomb
© Clyde Phillips 11/04/2009
Preface: There is entirely too much water being consumed. People should be satisfied with thirst and being dry. They should think about desert sand, romancing dunes and bleached bones in repose.
People become inflated with hydration
Leaving faucets on, mouths wide open
Under the deluge of flowing water spouts
Every drop is counted against humanity
Wasted on stupid sacks of wet fluidity
Walking around with tongues hung drooling
Carbon based units most insidious when wet
Something is wrong when not forgotten
Hydration is the sin of water taken in
Environments remember every sin
Nature hates you because you take from it
The sum worth of oceans is in their taste
Is salt not dry? Is it the flavor of the day?
Environments are crying for revenge against humanity
Parched deserts are void of thinking water
There is no shame in thirst
Under the sun there is no shade to hide
Heat and land flow dry on to tomorrow
Adding water to a person porous is a sin
Being parched is not when plugged up properly
Emptiness can be dangerous but it is kind
This condition of dry is a state of holiness
There is nothing that a desert can not fix
That which buries you is friendly
Leakage is a crime against humanity
People who drink will end up in a well
Will sink in perpetuity to new depths
Hollow to the bitter end down in a hole
Not worthy of a soul worth drowning
Emptiness will follow you to oceans depths
In debt you will be swallowed whole by them
They rise to levels with high tides to float
To their horizons saturated with insurgence
Where will you go when waters stop you cold?
Fluid intake is a compromise to thirst
Don’t do it if you are wise
It weighs heavy on the bladder of the drinker
People who leak on lawns should not
Should be arrested and pay high fines
Urination is not the nation I had in mind
When I moved into the community
Actions have consequences when not dry
There is a cure called incarceration
It comes with a slice of bread but no water
Because that would be wrong
For the damage done to lawns
Racism
A word chosen from prejudice,
Something meant to seperate.
A word so complexed it serves no justice,
For its root is love's hate.
It has the meaning to divide the mind,
Just as its divided us through time.
Generation by generation it shows its face,
So to destory the lovers of faith and grace.
Its the profiler of colorless hate,
Denying those their proper fate.
Eliminating the will of others,
Causing one to disallow further.
Racism has no partner or friend,
It always plots to the bitter end.
From land to land it spreads
Like a weed it moves till things are dead.
Its a blackness that seals,
Making promises and bad deals.
Overspreading a man's will to fight,
Taking an taking with its genocodial might.
Racism provides no morals or support
For its gender is white/black consotrs.
And when rebillion marches against its will,
It finers new ways to legally kill.
Killing those who defy its plan,
Confining them for taking the stand.
Yet the power of racism are but heard,
For its useage is but a simple word.
It is at the half
And the Hammies have not taken a bath
Due to the rain
Schedule was changed and that was a pain
You see the UK had swamps like in Florida
Delaying the little piggy’s invitation to be slaughtered,
Playing Manchester City in the big blue house
Now having a Wed date despite not having a spouse
Going easy Man City had a strike
But that was it and after forty-five minutes the Hammies were psyched.
Are they the ones being taken?
Allowing Manchester City to collect the bacon.
Or will they escape the market trip?
In the prime time English Premiere football script
Early on West Ham stretcher made an appearance
Giving a Hammer substitute clearance
Man City had a miss calculated shot
And West Ham still looked hot
It was still
One nil
As West Ham got first aid
The Citizens made moves as an attempt to make the sports book grade
With another one put in goal
Manchester City waited for West Ham to fold
Throwing the ham on the frying pan
Manchester City shrugged off that well reported UEFA ban
Knowing it was time to coast
MC hinted to West Ham “it is time for that relegation roast”
Time is ticking and the Hammies are still alive
Using the sports book getting 2.5 message of ‘give it a good try’
Would there be another goal?
As they deal with reality being cold.
Extra time is now on the board
And the sporting midweek evening was headed for the door.
Refs put up a time of four
And even Bubbles The Bear said look at the score
Hanging on to the bitter end
The Hammies were able to defend
Making a spread by a half point
And giving a reason for a laugh at the sports book joint.
Next up London boys
The Industrial workers known for the rock and roll band that were toys?
Give it your best
The high pro filers may confess
As the people realize if you were out of the glitz and glamour
You could make real money using a hammer
a boys own adventure has now begun
on a beach blazed under a Turkish sun
we`re here to take land from the evil Hun
and are told we are doing this for everyone
orders were given from the mother home
without question we followed this master plan
to the bitter end we do not stray or roam
for we have virtue, honor, are not statues or stone
my heart thumped when eyeing the coasts first outline
now`s not the time to say your final goodbye s
from a boy to a man my life changed in no time
life is so precise no-one can say not, or deny
across the grey sand I did toil
as bullets rained from a cliff top hide
I raced across a blood stained soil
letting bravery; be my one true guide
we lived in trenches dank and bitterly cold
and stayed firm, in this muddy stranglehold
the muck daily grew to such amounts as tenfold
it became a daily battle, to fight off the dreaded mould
when the whistle blew it was run, run, run
for life is too precious for your time to come
someone called out "they shoot to kill not to stun"
and "remember to them you`re just a pun"
death kept raining down from up in their hide
my mate got shot and in my arms he bloody died
letting courage and bravery be my one true guide
for this is not a place to curl up, and cry
we need to keep our mates trusty by our side
so we stand tall, show them our one true pride
we can`t let the Hun conquer or divide
to let the utopian dream become a dirty lie
the months went by from wet to dry
to the last breath we would battle on, to deny
but we were quickly using our bullet supply
while some prayed te gods, in heavens sky
a lonely old tree sits on a hilltop so high
it became a symbol, for freedoms life
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on this day April 25
we remember the young lives that quickly ran by
while giving us their ultimate; sacrifice
With and Stand
Bring me peace and I shall spare your life.
Seek me out and I shall be your champion.
Submit to me and I shall be yours a life time over.
Shalt I be in thy presence set pace and order me to lead your armies to victory.
Shalt I be thy warriors set pace and lend me your strength and fight even to death may it be.
Shalt I be thy partner set pace and bring my life, down, even to ruins at your very command it shall be.
Stand next to me be we equals in our lives fight next to me to be us comrades in our everyday rogue lives.
Fall next to me be we die together and not before or after the bloody moon.
Can we speak as one, no we may not.
Peace was brought by with passion.
Found with ever class over the moon and back submitted to and never lost with that a golden lock.
Order and set up we won the battles fulfilling our duties.
Stand proud me, your warrior won time and time again even death lost.
Partner good and evil may we rise to those who stand against us, never to fall upon another’s rules.
Have we won? No we haven't.
Bring me from the edge of death and I shall bring you harmony.
Sought me out for victory and I shall be your army.
Submit to your will, drive me over and back again for I shall be at to your noted command.
Brought back from the edge of death the songs of harmony are being sung.
Found by you, I pledge victory and thus I won you ever lasting life.
Asked and received I shall have them bear arm to me as we follow your command.
With this I am at your mercy for you have saved me not once but twice there shall be no third.
I will fight to the bitter end; by your side shall I know your monarch will rein for many years.
With this blood badge this is my pledge to you.
Order me, lend me strength, see me as your equal, save me , treasure you, fight with the spirit of the warrior, and when it is all set in done shall I be in your hands or will you be in mine?
Peter and John were with Jesus when they healed that lame man
in the presence of the Holy Spirit's graceful and merciful hands
Peter and John had preached the gospel of Christ in the temple
the Sanhedrin tried to halt them from doing what to them was very simple
Peter had once denied Jesus but that was no longer the case
he was now determined to preach the gospel boldly in society's face
they had been with Jesus and considered Him their friend
they had been with Jesus right up to the bitter end
by the way you walk, the way that you talk and by the way that you behave
that is what people notice in you as being one who is saved
to see the light of the Lord that shines from within you
to feel the presence of the Holy Spirit emanating through
when you walk in the spirit you will discover
to have been with Jesus all truths will be uncovered
a change in you will then take place
an anointing from God's infinite grace
to receive God's spiritual and healing power
that abundant heavenly supply available at any hour
you will then feel compelled to take up your towel of service
to utilize God's gift to you that is your life's purpose
the Sanhedrin Council could not spiritually comprehend
that a miracle had been enacted by those two anointed men
Peter and John were by the Council then released
the Council wanted them to promise to no longer in the temple preach
Peter and John told them you might as well take our lives
for we will never stop praising our Lord Jesus the Christ
for the gospel is our mission the gospel is our story
the gospel is what we live by and we will give Christ all the glory
don't let the world attempt to stop your salvation
tell them that Jesus died so your life could have justification
tell the unsaved, the unchurched and the devil to get behind thee
for you have been with Jesus and now preach with His authority
We've all arrived at the point of our
homecoming and have come to realize
That life can be a stumbling block or
a stepping stone towards the heavenly prize
And our departure our homegoing
will surely come one day
Just make sure you fought the good fight
as you journeyed on your way
Yes life is a struggle, a tug of war
a push and a pull
But never forget to move forward
to progress like a tenacious bull
For power concedes nothing
we must fight for everything
There will be tears, there may be fears
Just don't stop til the final bell rings
My 1st Lady Dr. Angela Farr- Griffin
was a fighter most supreme
A progressive praying warrior
who lived out her dream
A valedictorian in high school
who earned her Masters and Ph.d
A promoter of health and wellness
a Doctor of Physical Therapy
A mother of 2, a grandmother to 2
and wedded for 40 years
She fought cancer to the bitter end
and never showed any fear
A life worth fighting for
that's how we all should live
To put on the full armor of God
and the Holy Spirit to us He did give
A soldier in the army of the Lord
she battled and fought every day
Her homegoing has come to pass
and towards Heaven she's made her way
She witnessed, worked and worshiped
to increase the kingdom of God
She always put her faith first
and from Him she would never depart
Passionate about many causes
Which led her to start many ministries
She believed if you stayed idle
you can't claim the victory
But most of all she was a worshipper
she continuously praised the Lord Christ
She danced, she sang she exalted Jesus
everyday of her life
But the devil is a liar
who only wants to destroy
But Angela was a jubilant warrior
consistently filled with joy
She fought the good fight
she had a life worth fighting for
And now she with her Savior
Our Lord Christ forevermore
How can I ever forget the years I've wasted, tears I've tasted
for a crime I did not commit.
These eight years will always be difficult to forget.
I carried around a lot of hate and felt condemned.
A lot of weight on my shoulders for someone elses sins.
Prison is a sad and ugly place to be in.
These bricks have nearly smothered me.
I've seen just about everything.
In here that's my reality,
from rape, gangs and fighting.
Prison is a whole other world behind these walls
I refuse to be trapped in it's iron jaws.
Only the strong survive.
You're dead even though you're alive.
Prison is angry bee's in a Bee-Hive.
The weak get taken advantage of and die inside.
Mentally broken and some I've seen commit suicide.
A lot of heartache I had to endure.
My pain was obscure.
It happened so fast when my momma passed.
I was left alone, no one to rely on.
So with my only family gone, I had to remain strong.
I had my daughters to come home to,
And that was something to value.
So I'll endure this loneliness to the bitter end.
Hearts don't break they just bend.
I learned to pick up this pen.
Jot my thoughts down.
I'm determined to wear the Poet's Crown.
I've digested a lot of criticism along the way.
I don't follow the same worn cliche.
I'm a new breed of D.N.A.!
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