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The mid-sixties weren't fun for a teen working...
I put foot on this prosperous and beautiful land
and looked forward to a great future,
but my plan didn't go as smoothly
as I thought it would have instead.
My question was, " Go to College,
earn a degree or help mother and sisters? "
I choose to help them procrastinating.
From job to job I went hardly missing a day realizing what it would have cost me,
but wages stayed the same or rarely increased much,
I loved to work and earn my weekly paycheck;
sadly, many boys of my age were drafted and went to war...
some returned, many didn't and being the only son,
they didn't draft me but witnessing the horror, the sadness, the crying of soldiers,
and seeing all that: was like being there where the sky exploded with fire and smoke.
Isn't fate the course that nobody can predict regardless how scientists envision it...
if it were so easy to foresee, all would have control over it and all catastrophes
could be avoided to save millions of lives? Doesn't the Bible warn us to shun divination?
It's the sinful mind, the greedy heart, the unfaithful spouse, the disobedient child
making us stand at the crossroads deciding which steps to take to prevent a tragedy.
Oh the woman I loved was unfaithful
I found out that hard truth today,
now when I look at her I feel hateful
since she found another for her play.
She told me we would be forever,
forever is five years it seems,
oh the woman I loved was unfaithful,
and left me with just shattered dreams.
Oh the woman I loved was unfaithful,
I guess she just wanted more gold,
for my hard work she was so ungrateful,
and the love she once felt had grown cold.
She took to bed with a rich lawyer,
who had a fine wife of his own,
now the woman I loved, so unfaithful
has broken up another home.
Oh the woman I loved was unfaithful,
in a bar I found the lawyer’s wife,
such a pretty thing all sad and doleful,
I bought her a few drinks that night.
A few drinks lead to something much greater,
did my best to show her a good time,
thank the woman I loved, so unfaithful,
cause the lawyer’s ex-wife now is mine.
Oh the woman I loved was unfaithful,
and that lawyer’s wife sought a divorce,
pointed out his actions so disgraceful,
and she took all he had in the courts.
She walked away with seven figures,
now it’s our communal property,
praise the lawyer and my ex unfaithful,
since I’m living well on his money.
Sounds so delightfully peaceful, doesn't it?
But for the arrogant, unfaithful, do not expect to see or hear the beauty of it.
One cannot serve Satan and God at the same time.
Otherwise, we are worse than cheap, street mimes.
You see our nations on a collision course.
Rumblings of an imminent international divorce.
You cannot sing of peace and toss God out!
Know you not, you live in His beautiful house?
Each word of divisiveness we surly murmur,
Lies on our hearts like a cancerous tumor.
Let not your fears by news or social media grow.
That just makes Satan's red hot heart soar and glow!
3/22/2021
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His wife left him in intensive care
After saying her last good-bye
She just couldn’t stay with him in there
For the moment he would die
They were married for over thirty years
He wrote lyrics for love songs
Words that would bring women to tears
To a beat you can sing along
Her best friend sat with him instead
So he wouldn’t have to die all alone
She leaned down and whispered near his head
“Please write for me a last love song”
“Write for me a love song, before you pass away
Your soul may go to heaven, but your words right here can stay
Write as if the romance we did not share, was a part of our life
I wasn’t burdened by matrimonial cares and you did not love your wife”
They were lovers in thought alone
Never unfaithful to their spouse
Often in each other’s home
But never alone within the house
She always thought his songs were written
With thoughts of her in mind
Especially those about lovers smitten
The Romeo and Juliet kind
Though they never spoke to each other of love
She could see it in his eyes
She wondered what he was thinking of
And what he felt deep down inside
“Write for me a love song, before you pass away
Your soul may go to heaven, but your words right here can stay
Write as if the romance we did not share, was a part of our life
I wasn’t burdened by matrimonial cares and you did not love your wife”
He died later that night
Without ever waking again
With the only one in sight
His wife’s very best friend
She shed a tear for the loss
Of a friend and fantasy
Pleading on his death bed
“Please write a last love song for me”
She reached inside her pocketbook
For a Kleenex to wipe her eyes
And found a piece of paper
Much to her surprise
Written in his handwriting
Was a note of just fourteen words
“There is an unsung love song in my desk,
Your request I have heard”
“Write for me a love song, before you pass away
Your soul may go to heaven, but your words right here can stay
Write as if the romance we did not share, was a part of our life
I wasn’t burdened by matrimonial cares and you did not love your wife”
You're my hero this month, Dianne.
You brought down your unfaithful man.
"Luv Guv," now your ex,
was wild about sex.
One staffer was his greatest fan.
A text meant for her went to you!
Months later you'd bid him adieu,
but first you'd make dang
sure hubby would hang.
Your quiet "campaign" would ensue.
Your audio tapes would assist
the Ethics Committee, whose fist
would come down hard--POW!
The truth is out now.
Tax payers know they have been dissed.
To cover his sins, "Luv Guv" used
their tax dollars. No one's amused!
He's charged; now he'll pay
in more than one way.
All know he was rightly accused.
May 1, 2017, entered in Brian Strand's May Day Premier contest: 25-line max,
any topic or form
Last month, Robert Bentley was forced to resign as Governor of Alabama--
after days of refusing to resign on the grounds he'd done nothing illegal,
the affair. When all of IT hit the fan--that he'd committed crimes by using tax payers' money for cover-up efforts--he had no choice but to step down.
Information (phone records, texts, and tapes) provided by his wife (then-wife) of fifty years led to his downfall. I do admire her. She kept her cool and did the right thing!
He's been charged with two misdemeanors and is to perform community service
in his area of expertise--dermatology. This fact was in the most recent article I read.
August 20 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 30-31
Key Verse – Jeremiah 30:22 And ye shall be my people, and I will be your God.
HEART THAT DELIGHTS IN THE LORD WHO IS OUR GOD
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, calling each of us His child
Fully adopting us though sin-defiled
While transforming our character from being earthly-wild…
Now, we are bound toward heaven, divinely-styled.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, drawing us by His compassion
Fully caring for us though stained with transgression
While purifying our mind through His sanctification…
Now, we are cleansed toward perfection, enjoying His redemption.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, ruling over us with His faithfulness
Fully guiding us though disobedient along stubbornness
While drawing our soul near His altar of prayerfulness…
Now, we are surrendered toward righteousness, submissive unto holiness.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, helping us by His leading
Fully controlling us though rebellious due to backsliding
While disciplining our will against worldliness-standing…
Now, we are humbled toward genuine worship, grateful for His life-building.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, assuring us by His security
Fully upholding us though doubting due to uncertainty
While teaching our spirit upon His wisdom’s integrity…
Now, we are enlightened toward ministry where we can invest for eternity.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, enabling us through His empowerment
Fully training us though ignorant and filled with humanistic sentiment
While subduing our arrogance of haughty entitlement…
Now, we are revived toward fruitfulness marked by faith-advancement.
Our heart delights in the Lord
Who is our God, showering us His blessings
Fully providing for us though unfaithful midst grace-pressings
While rebuking our selfishness that can bring cursings…
Now, we are grateful toward joyful living, overcoming lossings.
August 20, 2026
Her perfume on the note that said goodbye,
Reminds me every day, i want her more.
With sorrow when she left, i questioned why
That girl who broke my heart, i still adore.
What's left for me, without her by my side
Deep melancholy's moods, blighted my life
Of unrequited love, and dented pride.
Then anger changed my mental state to strife.
Seeking revenge, when i found out she lied.
My true love was unfaithful, and with child.
What could there be to make me satisfied.
I was betrayed, besotted, and beguiled.
So now, pretending that, i do not care
I act the part that's oh! so debonnaire.
True love once lost is harder to regain.
Escorting ladies out to dine and dance.
One glance into my eyes, they saw my pain
I was insane for seeking out romance.
This girl i would have married haunts my mind.
I wrote to her, and begged for us to meet ,
She answered yes, then asked if i would find
A small cafe where we could be discreet.
Her anxious smile showed feelings of regret
She held my hand, and said she would explain
This was not easy for me to forget
We talked awhile and pledged to meet again.
One day by chance i met her with her son
Since then romantic letters have begun.
10/ 14/2016.
A cheater is a liar,
and with time more skills he acquires...
any woman would fulfill his desires,
if she doesn't care
whom he loves when his heart cries.
An unscrupulous lover does
is ignite more fire and open a wound...
until he burns and needs cool lips
to soothe what has consumed
with a hunger not easily satisfied.
A cheater is a liar indeed,
and he promises a hundred roses
by plucking their thorns,
so that no heart will bleed...
when it discovers his secret.
Love someone you can fully trust,
search for hints to avoid the worst;
getting hurt once is enough,
listen to the tone of his voice...
see the uneasiness in those eyes.
A cheater is a liar,
who hands you the key to Paradise,
and he constantly smiles to hide many lies;
if he showers you with too little kisses...
somebody outhere arises his desire.
I couldn't see myself in his clothes,
or even walk in his straying shoes...
many more despised looks I will resent
for being so uncaring and unfaithful
to whom I should prove my intent.
A cheater is a liar,
when he takes off his shirt smelling of perfume,
jumping in the shower to get rid of evidence...
fearing the harshness of a sentence;
oh, he even forgets to comb he dishevelled hair!
On the wall stretched her shadow, like a dream lost in the deep night,
An unknown secret, revealed only when light approaches timidly,
It lingered there, a silent paradox like a whisper on the lips of silence,
It was unfaithful loyalty, demanding devotion like a rebellious wind,
You felt the hidden chaos behind a truth seeking support,
A soul bearing the burden of a sincerity embracing another value,
Madness no longer wears a mask, exposed with raw, open wounds,
Ugliness no longer sweetened by lies that once embraced it,
The shadow is her, and yet not, a fragment torn from her soul,
A corner of the soul holding its breath as the light approaches,
Fearful of being discovered, yet longing for the gaze of recognition,
What remains but this chaos trembling under the weight of contradictions,
A fragile balance of a self oscillating between wholeness and disappearance,
Like a flame dancing in the wind, undecided whether to burn or to extinguish.
The apple and peach trees had
an intense aroma and like sweet wine
with tiny bubbles, it slowly put me to sleep;
and soon after a goddess appeared
in a lovely spring night dream
and she told me that Heaven could be mine.
" Ah! Foolish man, you've wasted your youth
chasing after sensuality and unquenchable pleasures,
never committing yourself to one woman;
once life smiled upon you without a shadow of sadness,
now unhappiness leads you to sorrow and pulls you down
as gravity does...desire for lust is a tree that bears no fruit! "
" Be more aware of potential sexual diseases spread by some...
why chase after lust and sensual women who defile their bodies
to give unfaithful men pleasure? Remember the permissive sixties?
Everybody was having good times, not considering its outcome!
And while informing me of the dangerous reality,
the beautiful goddess revealed herself to me,
" I am Venus...the love goddess whom lovers always sought,
but times are different and love is no longer divine on anyone's thought! "
" Many cities around the globe have become the Sodom and Gomorrah condoning
homosexuality and bestiality as if their acts couldn't harm until the score is finalized;
think again: would thousands of people have died if lurid acts weren't practiced?
Read the terrifying stories of those who have died and the ones who are still dying!