Take a statement of simple faith
‘A better day is on its way’
Set it to music, it’s a gateway
to the hearts and souls of those who pray
that ‘A better day is indeed on its way’
Repeat it over and over, again and again
harmonic guitars, soothing violins
a cooling, refreshing contrast
the others provided a richer smoker
taste
a subtle but effective aromatic depth
a floral a bright, a citrusy, accent
consistent and smooth
each compliments the other
blending the sweet ripe taste
of both cherry and strawberries
Bing Chelan and Sweet Kiss,
Mara des Bois stands out as favorites
Natchez throneless sweetness are to
in consideration as Darrow Ponce or Apache
The Triple Crown stands out front
to provide flavor to the full richness of a blend
A creation of a product to be marveled
the world abroad. The felt jacket
may not have been a great choice
as it collected everything
from pet fur and hair.
He slipped away? Or did they take him?
Stranger things have happened, have they not?
Why do I ask so many questions of myself?
Or am I asking questions of him?
I could make statements.
He went off of his own accord.
This is one of his stranger happenings.
I have to ask so many questions.
So, this could be a question.
Or is it a statement?
This is why I ask what I should say.
Am I happier quashing questions?
Is this so? Yet surely not.
They took him. He slipped away.
Did he slip away?
Or did they take him?
(placed 15 Jul 2025)
1. The Scriptures shine, God-breathed and pure,
2. One triune God, eternal and sure.
3. The Father reigns, Creator above,
4. The Son, our Savior, full of grace and love.
5. The Spirit proceeds, giving life and light,
6. Humankind fallen, lost from God’s sight.
7. Salvation is grace, through faith alone,
8. Faith, Spirit-given, makes Christ our own.
9. Children of God, by blood justified,
10. Baptism and Supper, Christ’s love supplied.
11. The Church, His body, with Christ as the head,
12. Awaiting His coming, just as He said.
13. Resurrection awaits—joy or judgment ahead.
© 2025 Pastor Emmanuel Serto
P-ublic
R-elation
O-f
C-ommunities
E-levates
S-olid
A-ssociation,
V-alidating
I-ts
L-iving
L-egacy
A-side
F-rom
U-niversal
E-thic's
R-ighteous
T-hought
E-verywhere
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Procesa V. Villafuerte)
R-ightly
U-nderstand
T-he
H-eart's
M-essage
A-s
Y-our
M-ind
A-ppreciates
R-eal
C-onnection
I-'ve
A-pplied
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Ruth May Marcia)
Problem Statement, cook county, sheriff in style !
My father’s daughter was engaged to my father’s sister’s son.
My father’s mother opted out to have a side to join the festive eve.
She (narrator) stopped as she (interpreter) intervened.
O yeah! Your tortilla and your taco and your feeling!!!!!
Self reliance and legacy of family tradition.
Whom to say? To usher a may?
My father’s niece was engaged to my father’s nephew.
My father’s mother opted out (to die before) to join the festive eve.
Fresh football fixtures, fill our Saturdays
kids all get haircuts and new shoes for school
white summer dresses are folded away
north winds caress us as evenings turn cool
Summer's end harvest, berries and chestnuts
broken branches, the scattering of leaves
shaken dog walkers with their shell shocked mutts
low hanging sunshine, a Cox apple breeze
Weather becomes our preoccupation
ends talk of rioters, waiting for cells
and pauses all of our speculation
on flip-phone Fuhrers, in fancy hotels
Storm Lilian found, it's way down our street
the Autumn statement, arrived at our feet.
Time strokes the wrinkled canvas,
the ancient spider in twilight hour
weaves the senility web,
the empty eyes wander in the wasteland.
The hedonist psyche refuses
to gauge the grief of loss.
The face morphs into metaphor
for the past panorama dislodged,
captured in the snapshot
of the narcissist impulse congealed
in the portrait I make of me.
It’s made of latent lattice of delicate design,
lines on lines contour my body.
The vibrant epitome of expression align
with the pattern of unique look personified.
An insular captive of my mental making,
I’m an inimitable loner within me,
defined by the entrenched essence singular,
scared to face the crowded world.
I get driven by the self-obsessed urge
to uplift my sagging morale,
clothe the portrait with an apposite attire.
I open the sparse closet to select a T-shirt
with the walking punchline
“Be Brave, Be You” inscribed bold.
It makes a simple style statement
for me coming out of the lonesome shell.
Mission statement
broken promises
miscued satisfactory
guarantee Mount
of courses
Major pangs pains
Tranquil mission equality
Misjudge guided path
Lost on the road
Fables lies and stories
yet I'm told
Guarded yet misguided wonderful
Sheltered yet home
Homeless covered yet naked
How do you accept this
Prodigal Son has come home
isen from his lie down
Horizontal thoughts
In a vertical vessel
He struggles with himself
in life's lessons
~~~~~~~mission statement
He carries the weight
the guilt the shame of tens
maybe thousands of generations before him
Shown the light in his eyes
Yet do shine his heart is solid
And soul flickering
But yet they fines careless
Is the thoughts of the thoughtless
As the mind's wrinkles thesis
Floods The valleys overflows
The dry land I believe for you
I believe for Elohim my bloodshed
is not a worthless
Cause for you see
Jesus Christ died for you and I and all
Hallelujah
6/18/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
This man does weird things to his heart’s content,
wears odd sock pair, thinks it’s not indecent.
Likes to live life of contrast,
in assortment he has trust,
hopes mismatched socks become a style statement.
I remain, he surmised, the possibility of outcomes,
I am, he collected, but particles upon their way
like a snowstorm towards a windscreen, I wait to
be a final measurement, and yet, to all miscreants
in need of harmonious affairs, as Prometheus upon
his rock, as Nicorates in his right hemisphere of my
ever-seeing, I, the incumbent of waves gliding through
plasmas, he trifled, am never at rest in my somewheres.
I am an artist
I draw and paint
And watch the world go by
I am a romantic
I love and laugh
And give all till I die
I am a person
I live and breath
And fight for justice for us all
I am me
I think and feel
And follow life at my own call
Who am I – (C) Susan Manley 1985
A giraffe who was new
At the Aberdeen Zoo
Heard a bagpipe askirling one day.
He tracked down the player
And offered to pay her
If she kindly would teach him to play.
He gazed at the piper,
A Hebrides viper,
As she uncoiled and let out a sigh.
Then she hissed, "Listen, dearrie,
I'll answerr yerr querry,
But you're nae gonna like my rreply.
Yerr legr'rr like stilts,
You'd look funny in kilts,
And that just would'na sit well wi' Scots.
We'rre quite snobbish and swell,
And know perrfectly well
That plaid dinna fit well wi' spots!"
People all realize what they want.They intend to know what they don't ...
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