we were bombarded for half an hour.
pepsi, popcorn and upcoming movies blowhard
gaudy and ostentatious and galling
my son asks, 'when is it going to start?'
jet-lagged to infinity
i was woken up by an onscreen scream
or it might have been the last trumpet
after the movie i go to the bank and the
clerk doesn't know what i'm talking about
high time hoodang and deposited cash
on the radio that morning the new prime minister
is applauded and cheered into number 10
he wants to shake hands with everybody in the country
there are no birds in our garden
He was a charming gentleman and a much liked Prime Minister,
But suddenly insults hurled by the score, some hurtful, some sinister,
Wow, public's choice looks like mickey mouse,
Should be polished, talk well, not slouch,
Burnham watch out, politicians can read you well within global perimeters.
You talk a lot Andy, say things people want to hear,
It upsets me when I hear slogans that merely smear,
Starmer’s ego, hurt with each jeer,
And Mrs Starmer who shed a tear,
Don’t be too smug, many in 10 downing, want your cheer.
Barbados savior
remover of monarchy
wise without ego
Young Todd pinched his bankers’ certificate
Forged two more, so he had a triplicate
Now Todd would fulfill his dream
‘Good old boys’ downplayed his scheme
~ On the fast track to run the syndicate
There once was a sensitive vicar,
who said, "I'm not one to bicker,
but the peal of that bell,
makes me feel quite unwell,
and plays merry hell with my ticker."
An incensed old soul by the spire,
preaching incense-igniting to the choir,
exclaimed, "There is but one catch,
when striking a match,
don't set your surplice on fire."
A parson spoke from the nave,
"Spend all you can, do not save,
if you've spilled all the sands,
and still have time on your hands,
you can't take it with you to the grave."
A wise minister in the kirk,
enlightened, observed with a smirk,
"When it's dark out there,
put your hands in the air,
as many hands make light work.”
I just watched Prime Ministers question time,
What a noise like monkeys trying to mime.
The speaker sits up in her chair,
Both sides shout the row filling the air.
This is the place from which our country is run,
To say it's run is really just a great big pun.
The MP's are there just for personal glory,
They don't really care as long as they continue their families story.
Some just sit and take the money,
Other try for the bigger jobs, like bees around the honey.
Their lives all mapped out to get a companies directorship,
Whilst making sure their cronies are in and likely to get a substantial tip.
They are blind to what the real people need,
They look down their noses, they think they are a superior breed.
There is supposed to be separate parties with original idea's,
But none of them do and they can wreck the country, that's my fear.
Some say don't worry, things will change when we have the next election,
But it won't be any different, because we will still only have that limited selection.
He ministers to his congregation
the lame, the numb and the broken
On random street corners they gather
To watch him perform, they’d rather –
Than rattle their cup for a quarter
or beg for a measly thin dime
‘Cos when he growls at a suit and scares him
they all howl ~ forget their troubles for a time
Bet she knows she is odd the church crone says.
I am confused “Who?”
The new minister.
I look around, still have no clue where or who she is.
“Lady in blue polka dotted shirt,” the crone hisses.
I finally spot her, sitting behind a potted plant.
“She is the new minister?”
Head nod, the crone’s eyes are more snake-like than I remembered
“She is weird. Look at those shoes!”
The newcomer would have fit in well in any city of the world.
A bit too sophisticated for this town of two thousand and sixty-one in Nebraska.
I walk toward her, determined to give her a warm welcome.
“I think I wore the wrong shoes,” she said.
I smile, liking her immediately.
January 27 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 28-30
Key Verse – Exodus 28:35 And it shall be upon Aaron to minister: and his sound shall be heard when he goeth in unto the holy place before the LORD…
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ENABLES US TO MINISTER
Praise be to God for enabling us to minister by His:
Spirit of consecration
Strength of compassion
Sanctification of cleansing
Sufficiency of grace
Scriptures of wisdom
Exodus 29:18 Praise be to the Lord for inviting us
to give Him an offering of:
Sweet savour
Surrendered sacrifice
Satisfying service
Sincere stewardship
Steadfast supplication
Serene suffering
Spiritual success
Exodus 30:37 Praise be to the Saviour for expressing
to us clearly that our offering must be holy with:
Christ-like testimony for His glory
Cleansed thoughts by His grace
Consecrated treasures through His generosity. Amen!
January 27, 2024
Here lie the remains of a minister
To the ladies he did administer
His charms never lacking,
He was seldom slacking
But his motives seemed somehow sinister.
Written November 18, 2022
Let the people vote for our leader
show Liz Truss we do not need her
a position of power growing weaker
can you dream if you’re not a believer
What if the people have lost confidence
and don’t want the Tories dictating events
we don’t want leaders who lack any sense
everyone now has to watch every pence
Tax breaks for the wealthy who wouldn’t notice more
that makes you self serving with not a care for the poor
serving more instability making us insecure
out of touch with a public who want to show you the door
It’s the Bank of England against political fakes
taking power for granted not realising the stakes
since the first day in power you’ve been making mistakes
we’ve got a Prime Minister that everyone of us hates
Killing dreams
Killing Queens
mad as it seems
Get out we screams
The church ladies had a head committee that met at tables.
They started out at houses – Lee’s, Annabelle and Mable’s.
But eventually they returned to the church to snip and chat.
The young minister ran past them as they chewed the fat.
They liked to over plan, to negotiate, to argue and fuss.
They could easily get into a confrontation with no muss.
They wore casual clothes, but dresses, of course.
Sometimes the young one, Naomi, rode in on her horse.
The basement of the church is where they would convene.
In other rooms, these stalwart planners were rarely seen.
They were a tight group, and they discussed the rest.
They were the gossip gals, and truly some of the best.
Long after these ladies had gone to the pearly gates
The chairs they once used fell out of their crates.
Forming a circle in their meeting room, no kind of dreaming.
The elderly minister was spooked, ran out screaming.
I cannot find The Excellent
In what is Largely Repellent:
If one swam a cold river,
One was liable to shiver…
I won`t heed Lord`s Minister,
Who dwells on The Sinister:
Often about Mortuary
Rather than Clean Sanctuary:
Neglected Nude Sinner`s Corpse
Which on trodden bare floor drops!
Your Priests who watch White Clerics
Have never heard them drop clicks,
During Sermon try a scowl
Or before its end dog`s growl;
Your Evangelical Schools
Have been breaking The Rules
Forget the crowd they do pull
Church to capacity full:
Time they threw in the towel;
Some can do well trowel…
Sinister Sinner Who Became a Minister
wore big blister
was sinister minister
became senator
a legal tender
minister an offender
had been big spender
minister spinster
with a good looking sister
hard to resist her
had been beginner
then he cooked a great dinner
now a real winner
sailed with spinnaker
when a big wind did occur
hard to endure
Fragments of 1972
David J Walker
I carry the year 1972
in a leather messengers bag
That sags and strains the strap from my
shoulder to my hip
and I claim
to open it only
once a year at midnight
but that is a malleable lie
that has
morphed as I have aged
Have you ever raged at a minor
Injustice
Do you trust your minister to dispense
Only the holy truth
Are you glad that you are not
A traffic cop
Directing traffic
Do you believe you can solve the world’s problems
By inviting everyone
One at a time
To be your neighbor
Do you ever see yourself as the antithesis
Of a solution
To a problem that
You were the only one
Who didn’t know
My calendar is a fragmented rag and has lost
The first week of
January
including next Wednesday
When I go back there I feel
Overdressed and
Out of place
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