Jesus said, “My grace is sufficient for you,
for My strength is made perfect in weakness.”
2 Corinthians 12:9
Divine Giver of the law
You are all-omniscient!
Your mercy leaves me in awe;
Your grace, more than sufficient.
Within weakness I must live
your power beneficent;
forgiveness you freely give.
Sometimes my heart gets darkened
break my will and deliver
me from sin which you've pardoned.
Jesus, the great Grace-Giver
for souls which are hardened.
Embrace this weak parolee...
ALL glory belongs to Thee.
Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy
Honoring the work of our Creator above,
Prize it more than any well-earned silver trophy.
Not only for that reason, I should think, solely
But as an expression of his consuming love,
Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.
Who on the first day of the week became lowly,
And reminded us how to be pure as a dove
Prize it more than any well-earned silver trophy.
Willingly gave his life upon a cruel Roman tree
So, we might hence from sin be delivered thereof,
Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.
Making possible for us to experience life wholly
Living under His demonstrated unconditional love
Prize it more than any well-earned silver trophy.
Consider yourself free; you are a divine parolee
In this life, we have nothing grander to prove
Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy,
Prize it more than any well-earned silver trophy.
written December 27, 2021
My stunning good looks and charming personality
Are too much to take, should try to be more dastardly
Quite difficult for me
A handsome hulk parolee
At one time was charged with assault and battery
My stunning good looks and amazing personality
Are too much to take, I should try to be more dastardly
Quite difficult for me
A handsome hulk parolee
Before being charged with assault and battery
a decuain
My closet is free of a strange parolee,
coldly imprisoned for thirty long years,
gone with the rest of my walk-in’s debris,
I’d marked it “Goodwill” with cynical cheers.
Rescuing the box, my mind shifted gears.
And ready to face fair verdict instead,
a quilt, yet unquilted, moved me to tears.
My promise had been to finish this spread.
It took just three weeks, while my fingers bled,
“thirty years” rests proudly on my son's bed.
written July 29, 2016
entered in Mystic Rose's contest as an "old thing" I learned to love.
My mother-in-law started a quilt and when she died, I inherited it.
I dug it out of cold storage and finished it this past March.
Naughty, naughty, quite naughty I can be
Lose all inhibitions, I let my wind blow free
From top end or bottom
Smells often quite rotten
Hasten to tell you, I'm a foul air stinker parolee
© Jack Ellison 2015
DOUGD.
Doug.
A pity – a shrug
No good-bye party not even a shake or a hug
Fall for all the system takes
Institutionalized
A programmed criminal – an imprisoned thug
Excuse and rationalized
Convicted lizards – parolee bug
Should have stuck with sprinkling life with your spice
Freedom was not enough – so now pay the price.
A dangerous animal Ant farm of insects
Mindy Joe deserved better than you.
Smart and able to see a lie from what is true.
So which tragic way Doug must go through
Violated parole. - Down in the hole
A tempered sword, A tempered soul.
Friends of far between and few
To succeed or to suck eggs? Which is the goal?
Doug has dug his own little grave,
Within it a cage
Inside is so empty The outside – now gone- is now so. Full.
By Angeline Star
The ad stated that
the prospective employee
should have the ability
to prepare and serve food samples
using small appliances such as
microwaves, fryers, skillets, coffee makers
and knives.
He had a background
with knives.
Confusing emotions feel in vain,
But loves so strong, for this one.
Feeling your pain, their pain, all pain,
And my life not your silly pun.
I am true, faithful, and promised.
Heartfelt for all, feelings strong,
And burry the ones that coexist.
Still they never get along.
So much sadness I feel, and see,
Left here to die wasted cheeped.
Under the gun, like a parolee,
Through this darkness, I have cheeped.
I feel all that you still drain,
And eat all your wrongs, you make.
Leaving behind a tragic life bloodstain,
Remembering this heart is what you forsake.
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