To debate
To rebel
The antonyms monopolize
To express
To support
The synonyms monopolize
And now the child memories both
And never distinguishes between them
The positives from the negatives
The moral from the immoral
The saints from the devils
As they are forever morally Overestimated by the grown-ups
Until they are vandalism-prone Underestimated
With a future collapse of morality
In this fabulous and glamorous world
Full of both antonyms and synonyms
The Word
A word spoken in due season
straight from the Mouth of God,
will feed the souls of His children
and in their hands it becomes a mighty rod.
The rod, a symbol of authority
to rule over the enemy of our souls,
to crush and defeat his army
is one of our major goals.
Using then this Word
we pull down the devil’s holds and uproot him from within,
to set our sisters and brothers free from his grasp
and help them to conquer all of their sins.
Just one, “Saith the Lord”
makes the demons tremble and give up and run,
they, knowing He watches over His Word to perform it
spoils all of the devils fun.
So, we need to read His Word and hide
it and fully pack our heart with, Thus saith the Lord,
as He is watching over the Word to make sure
it accomplishes what it is set out to do, and so much more!
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
4/17/1995
No more spelling tests the principal said.
The teachers were confused. Why?
It is not fun. We only do things that entertain them now.
That was five years ago.
The eight year olds cannot spell.
During standardized tests they want us to tell them the words.
We are not allowed to do it.
They get angry.
They are not used to hearing no.
We ask them to memorize their multiplication tables.
They send their parents up to threaten a law suit.
We back down, showing them what to do next time.
The school system is failing the youngsters of today.
The parents are not requiring any chores.
Youth is crying out for direction and discipline.
Written 7-8-3021
Contest: Let Her Rip #3
Sponsor: John Lawless
A fit is thrown at the mere suggestion that they have to memorize something.
Memorization is boring.
They refuse.
What is the point?
We have the Internet.
We have I-pads.
We have I-phones.
We do not have spelling lists any more.
Spelling tests are passé’. Too boring. Too much memorization.
What is the point?
Math facts? Why should we learn them? They are on the Internet, right?
Our standardized tests scores are in the toilet. Who cares? As long as we can play our nightly video games. We do not have to read for many of them.
Multiplication tables? Overdone.
Addition facts? Useless.
Dictionary? Fiction-ary.
Children of today will not be able to write a sentence or spell a word or check their paychecks
If technology goes down. We can say we are paying them $500 an hour, and pay them $3 an hour.
It is the way of the future, and is this not grand?
L-earn to memorize
E-ach and every line;
O-n November twenty-seventh,
N-ew message makes you feel fine.
O-nce you learn to memorize,
R-eading the words using your heart;
A-gony will never stay, for negative thoughts will depart.
M-ind's thinking and meditation
A-re needed to forget the lies;
C-ontemplate the deep meaning,
A-s you learn to
M-emorize.
M-emorize your birthday
I-t's time to celebrate;
L-earn so well to remember
A-nd let it not evaporate.
B-irthday you must memorize,
R-ecording it in your mind;
A-llow it not to be forgotten,
C-heck the calendar and find.
E-xcitement your heart feels,
R-apture remains all the way;
O-n September fifth fine morn, memorize your birthday.
Memorize the fragrance as roses bloom
Daylight slows to unveil a sweet refrain
Fragile, with no escape from a drafty room
By break of day, buds will be in bloom
In love and art, beauty unveils what is sane
Memorize the fragrance as roses bloom
Lush gardenias in china glassware tombs
Beautiful balance that charms us all fain
Fragile, with no escape from a drafty room
Its fragrant breath like many a French perfume
The flowers all compete, the lilacs never plain
Memorize the fragrance as gardenias bloom
Holland daisies will strive by fanning her plumes
Then, notice the orchids that lives quite vane
Fragile, with no escape from a drafty room
In steamy rocks, the tiny ones bloom
Divine, they all never feel any pain
Memorize the fragrance as roses bloom
Fragile...with no escape from a drafty room
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