Cooked, ready to eat
April 2027, we meet
The 2026 Finance Bill
A new order, bitter pill
With it you are tracked
Affairs, neatly packed
Taxed here and there
To them, you must be fair
The reverse doesn't hold
Not belonging to the fold
You produce, they don't
Work like you, they won't
Order the world, anew
To benefit just a few
Cannon fodder, the rest
To the front line, the best
Prison takes the body first—
hair, name, posture.
It teaches the spine
how to live bent.
A man enters with one wound
and leaves fluent in fear.
He learns keys,
the math of silence,
how not to cry out.
At night the walls inhale him.
Concrete is the mother
who never touched him.
Steel is the father
who only knew punishment.
Is this justice—
to enlarge the damage,
to make survival a scar
that never closes?
Rehabilitation would touch
the wound bare-handed.
Ask who he was
before hunger,
before the first strike,
before rage learned his pulse.
It would teach time
to repair instead of rot.
It would cost more.
It would return less violence.
Trauma is cheaper.
Trauma comes back.
So decide—
do we want men released
as sharpened instruments,
of death
or as bodies,
that remember
how not to hurt?
Home filled with hope
Abounds with love
Unite till end.
Home members ties
All out respect
Vows father's lead.
Home is peace brought
Justice is done
Law is exist.
Home produce fruits
Good moral men
Finest women.
The
Pyramid
Of purple topped
Turnips takes me instantly
Into the memory of lifetime past
In which a brutal winter's cold caused
Such scarcity that purple-topped turnips were
All the children had to eat for breakfast lunch dinner.
Father cursed, Mother wept, Sister died, but the turnip winter showed no sympathy; nature does not care about men, war, or famine.
Petite orange carrots were slipping off of her hat
Lilies and petunias said “what do you think of that?”
Roses and carnations gave a little appreciation dance.
Celery and parsley flavored a stew south of France.
Riches can produce lovely women
security, safe haven, quality life
a place peaceful completely without strife
NOTE: This is a 16 word Poem
Home grown produce is what I do the woman said.
I was not sure what that was, so I had to see for myself.
Her garden was the size of two football fields.
You do all of this yourself? I asked.
She loved that I thought it was a big deal.
I stayed for four hours to see what weeding meant.
I loved it! The sun nurtured my soul.
This is earth therapy, I said. She was pleased.
When she passed on she left me her garden.
Her quilts, her jarred up vegetables.
Now I gladly introduce people to gardening.
I adore what this woman did for my life.
Whether it is written, or possibly heard . . .
There is new meaning with its word.
Where prior confusion, was all too clear . . .
Now there is quiet, and with it new fear.
This novelty may question, and fail to understand,
Why answers spread to few, and many raise a hand.
The various levels seen by those to comprehend,
Allow some to create & invest, and some to blindly spend.
Today
I made the grocery list
For delivery.
The breads, the turkey
Slices, and ham, the lettuce
For salad
Which led to discussing tomatoes;
The yogurt, milk, cream;
peanut butter; tissues even,
But, oh confound!
I forgot cake!
How do I forgive myself that?
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(c) sally young Eslinger 3/14/21
fresh peppers and peas
popping up in the garden
my mouth pure water
“Bear good works’ fruits!” Thus is Christ’s demand
Attesting His gift of life so grandly precious.
We must stand upon His Word, biblically conscious
Dedicating ourselves to His mission-errand.
“Increase your faith!” Such asserts the Holy Ghost’s call
Prevailing above our vanities’ worthlessness.
Humbly, we now confess our carnality and selfishness
Entrusting to Him our hearts, lest we utterly fall.
* Titus 3:8 …They which have believed in God might be careful to maintain good works. These things are good and profitable unto men.
May 5, 2019
Dont speak
Just do
Because Im not going to be trapped
Within those lies you produce
Show me my worth
Don't tell me what I mean
Because you can lie about anything
But when you do it means something
So dont sweet talk me
And play with my heart
Because if you can do it to me
You can tear others apart
So don't speak
Just do
Because im not going to be trapped
In those lies you produce
Conduce To Induce and Produce
We could receive credit to try and conduce,
While the thought into mind we will induce,
Goose not cook;
Take good look;
Only positive things always should produce.
Jim Horn
Garden
Green, healthy,
Planting, watering, weeding
Vegetables, flowers, seeds, husks,
Pulling, raking, feeding,
Dried, fully formed
Harvest
PRECIOUS MOMENTS PRODUCE GREATNESS
I am calling you
Are you listening, too
I am calling you
precious moments produce greatness
Can you hear me produce greatness
Can you see me in the forest
Can you feel me in your breathe
I'm all you have left, you are my bless
Are you listening
Be great not small stand ever so tall
Be strong secure and ever so right can't be wrong
Hold on, hold up you've got the love of Christ
I am calling you
precious moments produce greatness
One of the greatest of all
Power of all whom you are
Holy mighty God
I am calling you, I can feel your breathe
You've made me bless, this I can confess
precious moments produces greatness
I am calling you, are you listening, you're bless
precious moments produces greatness
5/13/13
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology "Ambassadors Worship Center"
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