Spare the rod
You’ll come to hate the child
King Solomon wrote in Ecclesiastes
Isn’t that wild
Commentators cite Abraham the Patriarch
who constantly pampered Ishmael
Abraham watched his undisciplined son go off the rails
Not to mention Isaac, who loved Esau, let him do what he wanted
which led Esau to rape women, whom ‘for sport’ he hunted
So, Solomon really meant what he said
Abraham came to hate Ishmael; Isaac, Esau to dread
Yet if you still consider King Solomon an irrelevant old head
Know that his advice came with one proviso
A father must never – ever – strike a child when he is riled!
Is it not relevent that an Australian city was
The canvas..? Or that everyday Aussies died.' What i mostly hear, is Isreal complaning, is independant observation
Largely not allowed? I out-cry.? For Bondi.'
See, I'm not surprised
I kind of expected her to speak your language.
I know, you know, I once did too.
I can't write since you left,
You know, it was hard hearing her
Say all that, like a cherry on top.
Speaking of cherries,
Do you remember the taste of my lips?
Or does 'fruity' still make you nauseous?
Do I regret coming out to you?
Didn't you say you don't know her that well?
But does she know about me?
You didn't tell her, did you?
All of it? I know, I didn't either.
She reminded me of myself.
You sure do have a type!
You know, I know a person,
He likes fishing a lot.
So what he does, after catching the fishes
And having them on his hook for a while,
He lets them go, and the fishes bleed.
But at least, he doesn't kill them!
Right?
You see, he doesn't eat fish.
They aren't his preferred species-
(You know what I mean-)
Well, thanks to you, now I know two of you.
Give her a tight hug from me,
Soon, your abandonment issues will slap her away.
Let her know when her time's up,
Together we'll postmortem your baits-
Give it up for the stars of your show
a title that you lost long ago!
Give up your spots
turn in your one shot
because someone more relevant will leave you to rot.
You’re nothing special!
You’re not unique!
And you’re not the first to be treated like a freak!
Face it, you’re invisible
and no one cares for you at all.
Doesn’t matter if you scream or if you beg or if you call.
Give it up for the cool ones
the funny ones
ANYONE but you!
Take out the variable you are
and make this equation easier to do.
Do everyone a favor and stop speaking for a while.
Maybe that could keep you
from being a massive dung pile.
No wonder flies land on your most painful scars.
They smell dead meat
no matter how alive you are.
Sometimes, the heart has to cry
Even the heart has tear ducts
pumping tears with the bloodlines through its veins
Supplies do the blood flows through it has generational curses
The hearts linked to the brain that must recite God's Scripture His verses
And as the tears flow down the face of the seat down around his chin
The heart knows what the heart knows that the Mind, Through The Eyes Of the Soul, always
So sees and knows all things
Amen
5/6/22
Written words James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Shines
the darkness
in
ghostly hints...
Shine artificial
substances
pretended
to be gold...
Shine
the fake
bleaches
politicians...
Shines
the real shine
of the star...
Shines
the relevance
of the divine
truth...!
The most relevant thing in love,
it's not how much money is available
... but how much of love you have...!
*****-----*****-----***
Lucky is love
who is content with
what he has :
little bread,
little meat,
little wine... but,
much of love... !
To think passing time with the question posed
And pluck from my ponders what I am not
Reveals an answer from the calm of mind
When my stranger perceptions formulate
To persuade me with inferior choice
And steal the security of what I am
And hold steadfastly to bridges I built
That span the solace of all that I am
When I find what I'm not is unimportant
8/3/19 contest Something I am not
The piercing stench of sulfur and death tears through my nostrils
Angels of retribution spread disaster as told by many apostles
My flesh melts but leaves not the bone like skin encasing the sun
legions of demons surround me leaving nowhere to run
I pray to be lifeless not realising I hold no breath
The weight of my sins within so strong they deform my chest
An unending thirst for mercy develops that can never be quenched
my transgressions pile onto my spirit an I am now entrenched
I have become eternally comfortless as my book of life sealed
I could have changed my lifestyle but to late I have been killed
This scenario alone I fear phobically and so I attempt to humbly
ask for forgiveness daily to protect my soul spiritually
Sha'ntez Jefferson
10/30/12
Whats your fear contest
Is God Becoming Less Relevant?
Look around you! It’s becoming
quite evident.
Living for God is becoming
“less relevant.”
Many profess to be intelligent and “wise.”
But don’t believe in God,
or want him in their lives!
They try to keep living, as if God
“doesn’t exist.”
Yet all of his creation is in their midst!
Perhaps they don’t want to acknowledge him…
Because his word tells us
we have all sinned!
You see, beyond all of this
world’s “chatter”…
There is a God! And he really does matter!
He is righteous, pure and reigns
in splendor!
He wants you to live
with him forever!
He is and always will be I AM that I AM!
Won’t you reach out and take his hand?
He extends his gift of everlasting life to all!
Why not spend time in prayer?”
And give him a call?
Living for him is the best choice you’ll ever make!
Why not do it right now?
Before it’s too late?
By Jim Pemberton
Decisions formed from words devoid of vision,
Blind letters without even dots to the eyes!
What will make the difference?
To the virtue less rhyme of our soulless times,
In this virtual pantomime!
There is so much “out there not to find”
In this almost (middle-ages) portrait of a work unsigned.
No trace on bodies that lie beneath a war-clouded sky
Yet on and on their wind-driven voices cry.
Freedom, Equality, "Truth" beneath a foreign sky!
Almost as foreign as the voiced values; that valued them..?
As unquestioning sacrifices.) yet that is the way...
Once the die of war is cast, that is the way it lies
And lies.
© Joe Maverick 27-12-2010
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