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THE END IS HERE I STILL PRAISE GOD IN THIS YEAR OF 2038
The year is 2038
And in this year of 2038
Some people yet still find it odd
That me and others yet still are praising God
Well, that's a job in part..WELL DONE
Babies are born in
Come from heaven
Replenishing the dying out elderly
Social security now history
Misused and depleted in 2019
Disappeared ran solvent by governmental means
New age still new old age no more
The beast says take his mark
If you wanna eat anymore
Well there were to many sparrows, pigeons, dandelion grass and squirrels
Won't be a sell out
I'm fed and fill in Christ
In this year of 2038
Some people yet still find it odd
That me and others yet still are praising God
Stand don't run, don't fall flee the devil
Seek Christ our Lord and God
For He shall provide all
One world rule, you fool this world is God's
We (you're) just a caretaker
Human still do those foolish things, foolish thing
Some people find it off
That I'm still praising God
You know I would rather see His face is peace and grace
Be on the mercy seat
Than to see His face condemn and be placed on His judgement seat
Hope is less more is no more
Being satisfied no more blessed
I can't relate
Man still conceited
Things He's all that I can't relate
Help this world Savoir
My God it's 2038
It's 2038
10/18/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
I'm footloose and fancy free.
My youngest daughter is twenty one.
I've just returned from having fun.
Visiting each and every one.
Isn't it bliss to see them grown?
Fully formed adults on their own.
Confident, carefree, full of plans.
Before they settle with a man.
A job well done, I can relax.
Think of only me in fact.
The pitter patter of tiny feet.
Will be the next I have to greet.
I'm not a grandma yet, oh no!
Now is my time to let go.
Travel a little, while I can.
Perhaps meet a new man.
It's a nice way to be, fancy free.
After a life of dedication.
Now it's time for meditation.
Relax, breathe, rejuvenation.
29/04/2017
For Fancy Free contest.
In the hours of the evil colour,
When the sun has turn its back,
When that far away fluorescent circle is not enough to see yourself,
When everywhere looks like when it has never been,
Then my use again becomes of need
Perfect relief when you open that closet,
Sweet sensation when you open my heart,
Good feeling when I'm lit up and I become your companion again.
Hey friend, I've waited so long,
You sitting on the chair and I on the desk before you,
Don't you miss holding me up,
To see what just your eyes wouldn't see?
Don't you love when you found the body ornament you seek, when I've shared you my light?
I sooth you with warmth in the cold
The beautiful shadows I cast on the wall, they can never exaggerate how perfect you're built.
Tho thine eyes beholds it not, believe me,
My dark smoke goes up there, conjures a genie
Granting some of your wishes.
Too bad, it can't grant it all
Cos someday my use may get obsolete to you,
While you get a better alternative,
And cast me away.
My lord, forever do I want the bright little fire in my heart to dance,
Dance for you even till the day.
I always wished, I could stay near you,
Watch you read, watch you sleep.
When I burn out, will you pour me inspiration?
Will you clean me?
Will you caress me in gratitude when you've got the cap?
Will you whisper to me job well done?
I'll love you to watch when my fire dance for you,
When it forms the love shape,
Will you let it amuse and inspire you.
The fire in my heart burns for you.
I am your muse, your *lantern* .
Lenten Fry day is a nice day for fish
Witch was Peter’s holiest wish
They came from all around
When they heard that faith full sound
Into the net they swam without worry or a frown
During this biblical turf war battle
In the desert without any cattle
Peter made a nice dime
Using a fishing pole and a good line
This was the almighty’s will
Giving Peter this type of skill
Using bait and rod
The underwater cuisine was a message from God
Back on land
In the region filled with heat and sand
The tension continued to worsen
And Peter still made a fishing fortune
It was the Romans who were threaten
Thinking this small group of gypsies were out to get them
Success for those who thought they were blessed
Might have been the reason the Romans decided to go through with the arrest.
As we celebrate lent
Without repent that only breeds individuals to resent
Let us remember those few who stood tall
When the Romans out of control egos made the deadly call
Making our pioneer leaders to state our Messiah took the fall
Due to the Romans power play law
Every Friday during this spiritual time
When you gather with the need to dine
Make a sacrifice of that tenderloin that has a price
And enjoy the seafood
That was God’s instrument and tool
Saturday hour will come
And it will be all right to grill the steak rare or well done
But if you take one day to say no to the meat
Then allow Saint Pete to offer the treat
That delectable T Bone spending Saturday Night on your dish
Will be as wonderful as that Lenten Fry day fish
Sad yet proud
But the scoreline doesn't lie
Football is not coming home
But this time with a sense of pride
Not in disgust and shame
But the fact remains
We still lost
But all is not lost for once
At least we had or gave it a real go
And we finally at last have something to build on and grow
So hey ho onwards and upwards
The cupboard is no longer bare
And for once the whole country finally cares
More hope for the future than nightmares
Well done to all the Lads
Its not all bad
At last you have done your Nation Proud
Football may not be coming home
But when you do
You can hold you head up high
All we ever wanted or expected
You gave us , you may have lost but at least you tried
You have finally restored the 3 Lions Pride
The question so many have asked
What are we doing for others ??
Are we making a change
Are we letting? What was work so hard to go in vain?
We used to have morals
We used to have a heart
This world ?? is slowly falling apart
We used to look out
For one another
We use use to be able to depend on our sister and brother
Seems like everything now has become a competition
From the beginning ?? to end
Seems like no one wants to see anyone win
Friends turning on friends
We really got to get it together
Young people no longer respect the elders
So many things happening on the day to day basis
So many families with crying faces
Talking it out and communicating seems like it's no longer a thing
Did we really listen to his dream ??
I meant Dr Martin Luther King
Did you listen to him
Did you hear him out
He wanted to make a change
Didn't do it for clout
He made a way for a new to way to begin
We got to figure it out
He had a vision
He saw it through
He tried to make the world better for me and you
Sacrifices were made
By our tribe
Believe it or not
You can still thrive
It was also said
"One day we will learn that the heart can never be totally right
When the head is totally wrong "
We have to push through
And become tough and strong
Right your wrongs
Make your wrongs back right
Do it for you, continue to fight
Don't fight with your hands fight with the knowledge you've learned over time
Create new visions
See them out this time
Dream big
No matter how hard it seems
DR.KING also said "no one has the right to rain on your dreams ."
We shall overcome
We have overcame
We shall walk hand and hand
For we are all the same
Color doesn't define
We are all one of a kind
Theres so much more that I could say
Thanks Dr King for paving the way
Little girls and little boys
You guys are the future
Dream big
Don't stop
Give it all you got
And if you can give a little more
Acts of service are always an open door
Doesn't matter if it's a smile or a helping hand
Be a part of a great plan
We salute ??
Yes we do
Thank you Dr King
For all you've done
We celebrate you today
Job well done .
Written by Concetta Hardnett
01/20/2025
Dr rictus smile hilary jones been on gmb a while; well a long old time anyway'
Had the craic with Rod Humphris writer of the Simon Ellis genre, series
Also landlord of raven pub; in Bath the city; couldn't really understand Jones clear
Derided Rod with a line about dirty beer? as his science weren't up to much as such
First he was giving it out, like he owned each if and but , then said look we doc's are
Still just learning here, only when the cameras turned away from Rod thats clear'
A gang of three of gmb made noise, but no great case that any would see'
Well done Rod, take it in large thanks from so many!
For one I cannot understand
the mentality abandoning logic and reasoning
Firstly within the people of this island
cutting the allowance for those with disabilities
this should be slammed as an attack on the most vulnerable
Where doctors preforming abortions get a big pay rise
and the government also getting rewarded for a job well done
Pat on his back spineless everything we stand for charity wise
it has gone out the window within none christian lawless brats
in such manners that attacks anyone that supports the vulnerable cause
these liberal ideas where knowledge is concerned
has lost the plot with bad backward peddling political skills
when it comes to speaking the truth lets boil it to the bone
when our tax money is used to butcher the innocent
this island has lost all backbone to voice opposition
we should bring the capital to a complete standstill
and call this government under civil rights for what they are
To step down from power in the non democratically elected seats
those they claim to hold against the ballot traitors
the good people are sick of those that push sin as natural law
corrupt every last one of you are to the core
which digs down into the root of all evil
take a good look at your soul purpose drawn before your fall
We got this
We got this
Even We feel like we don't
Giving up is not an option
Even when you feel it, you won't
Because you grounded
In God
He will help you
When things get hard
He's waiting for you to speak
Open your eyes
It's time to seek
Seek his love and his grace
To succeed in a place
A place of comfort
And a place where he
Can show us
He's all we need
We got this
Yes, we do
Look to God
He'll see us through
(Repeat 1x)
Have you ever felt
By yourself
Felt like you needed help
You would call friends
No one picked up
Then you start feeling stuck
You heard a voice
From within
That told you
To rise beyond your troubles
Im ready to bless you double
I know you hurt
But I am here
To ease away some of those tears ??
You got this
Yes, you do
I am the beginning, the end, and the truth
You are the supply
And I am the Demand
Show them you are apart of God's plan
We got this
Yes, we do
Look to God
He'll see us through
(Repeat 1x)
Bridge
Look at how far you've come
You are doing
Good
Job well done
There will be days
When your emotions get in the way
Look to the Lord
Keep the Faith
Imma say it once and imma say it Loud
Imma do everything to make my Mom Proud!!!!
We got this
Yes, we do
Look to God
He'll see us through
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by Concetta Hardnett
05/26/2025
See where I started,
in the garden of my childhood.
Fenced around with parents
hedged in with strict convention.
Walk with me.
The bare hills of ambition from my youth
lead upward, onward, overlooking
crowds and earthbound throngs.
Climb the eroding pathway to the top
whence with far-ranging envy see,
mocking,
the high peaks of distant mountains,
unattainable,
glitter their silvered summits.
Stand on these cliffs and wonder
as the seabirds plunge and soar
like hopes and aspirations
tempting disaster as fate's breakers
beat upon the rocks of past mistakes.
Walk on the clifftop, if you dare;
the tightrope of success;
never relaxing concentration,
risking the headlong plunge
from heaven to hell slowed only,
if you're lucky,
by the outstretched hand of friendship.
Now wander through these quiet woods
of contemplation,
restful and green with peaceful glades.
Soft birdsong filters shafts of sunlit
understanding,
bringing into wondering view
the undergrowth of hidden imaginings.
Sit for a while, for a short season's warmth
beside this running brook of happiness
and listen to its peaceful trills
contrapuntal to the murmured sounds
of slow, contented summer,
tranquil in a lover's arms beneath
the frantic beauty of the skylark's song.
Descend these nameless, slippery paths
that lead through the dark places
to the chasms,
to the lonely depths of black despair
where midnight terrors lurk
in deep, dank caves of restless sleep
and every monster's shadow looms
large and overbearing.
I offer you no final resting place,
no welcoming tavern for a lifetime's thirst,
no sheltered bungalow to care for
after work well done.
Only a cross-roads in a barren place
where a blind fingerpost
hints at unseen directions,
untravelled paths with unknown travellers
crossing.
Walk with me.
Kim James
26/5/95