Long Workman Poems

[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 2 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’]
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London’s streets resembled an al fresco mausoleum 
They tracked a trail of body parts which led to a museum
A thousand Terror Bugs were massed, in...

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"It is known that the Bible, in its hundreds of different translations, is the most widely distributed book in human history. The bible has been enormously influential, and not only among the religious communities that...

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Do you know what it is like to be an untouchable?
To be so filthy and disgusting
That people shrink away from you
Do you know how it corrodes your soul
To see how the stench that follows your...

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Take your own sweet time, and let others keep time.
Tea for two always ends up in a hell-uv-a bellowing brew ;    
        tea and sympathy...

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A Workman Approved by God 2 Timothy :14-16

Keep reminding them of these things.  Warn them before God 
against quarreling about words;  it is of no value, and only ruins 
them who listen. ...

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Just recently was the commemoration 
of my ministry-engagement anniversary
making me reminisce that significant moment
when I was confronted vis-à-vis my tenacious opinion
on spiritual matters --- Oh, my personal predicament 
regarding the sublimely divine was put into...

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I have written to Him the great things
Of my law but they were counted as a strange thing
My people have sown the wind, and lands
 but they shall reap the whirlwind
they were counted as a...

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You're an individual.
 You're unique. 
And it's important that you 
create the space to 
express your uniqueness, 
and become the fully expressed, 
fully unleashed, 
fully unlimited vibrancy that you are.
There's a stage in a mans...

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I have written to him the great things
Of my Law but they were counted as a strange thing
My people have sown the wind but they shall reap the whirlwinds

Set the trumpet to my mouth
He that...

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John B. Jackson
1880-1911

Norma knew.
Norma, my erstwhile friend of a thousand hunts;
Only she knew the feel of my beading thumb,
As we sought out promising locales, and
Our clever quarry, from points near and far.
From the salty marshes...

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Work


“Work as unto the Lord.”  The Preacher quotes the Word.
Which one? Which Lord?
Is it your interpretation or mine?
Your angry task master God?
The one in my head;
 who is never pleased?
The one who serves YOUR...

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Part 3  --  Sir Christopher Wren

"Resurgam".  What a righteous word it is!
The Latin form of "I will rise again".
I'd like it on my tomb.  A scientist
I was, a humble Oxford teaching...

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Walter B. Canfield
1872-1914

It is in my best interest indeed,
Now that my name is about to be called,
To come forth to the White Throne,
To make confession, and to be judged,
For my legion of sins and trespasses,
Committed...

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Let’s keep on learning* amidst reading glow
Kindled by wondrous interest to grow
Radiating wisdom along knowledge flow
To vanquish ignorance and folly’s blow.

Led by guiding light of truth’s Source aright
Let’s read God’s Word** for instructions so bright
Seeking...

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An Idiomatic Chicken Tale

Don’t count your chickens before they hatch,
you may bite off more than you can chew.
But if you do count, make sure you have
a bird in the hand rather than two in the...

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Refrain    The devil wants a payment and the angels need a check;;
And the world keeps saying their ain’t no cash to get

So you reach for the savings that your people wont release
Then...

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They came yesterday, early as dawn itself

They came with shovels and trowels

To give protection from the winter

To the rose bushes that you loved

Shortly after lunch I heard Oliver barking

It was his angry bark, his sound...

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Learning is fun…
…attested by my Geography class 
enabling me to own a Madrid post card prize 
in finding Segovia midst jigsaw puzzle bits.

Learning becomes a joyous endeavor…
…assured by my Grammar experience
when laughter burst out as...

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(This is an old poem of mine reposted with some modifcations )


I hammered some words
Out from the quarry of my brain
They fell around in shards;
Some like boulders, 
Some like rocks and rubble 
I picked them...

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The Light of His Word relieves all of the darkness
In not having heard you don't even see the mess
In so a mind wonders having no point of reference
As when it blunders you haven't the slightest...

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You are the most beautiful love of our lives
You make the heat of the sun soothing to the skin
You make the fear of the storm a simple excuse
You make the lightning an thunder sound like...

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I hammered some words
Out from the quarry of my brain
They fell around in shards;
Some like boulders, 
Some like rocks and rubble 
I picked them up one by one.
Block on block, I piled them up
Thinking I...

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1.	It isn’t the pen, but the writer
                Not the tracks, but the runner
       ...

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The hours tick by before my eyes,
As I lay tucked up, in my bed.
Even Bo peeps sheep have now returned,
And still the lack of Zzz’s.

Pounding seconds tick away,
Seem to echo in my brain.
Back and forth...

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Next door was a paddock 
of long grass and a graveyard 
for dumped machinery.
Rusted out boilers, cogs, wheels
and huge presses were piled high
and begged for the sure foot
of a boy to climb and boast
the height....

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