The Big House
I could not live in a house with many people
Voices at all hour of the day, no privacy, the precious moment
When the world rolls slower, and I can hear time`s clock tick
In a house full of people, there is a din of violence to come
And whispering sin at night
Flushing toilets, subbing feet
The tears of the misbegotten, those who are cheated on
Drunken brawl screams and police sirens.
TV that is full of banalities
Every news program feels the same, recycled from the same supplier, adding to the sense of sameness and dullness that fills the house.
To live in a house full of people must be very lonely
With no time for reflection
I'd been sleeping poorly what with my agonies
needed an early morning nap but
at a ratatatat on the front door I jerked awake and
obediently open up, a respectable couple not
this time trying to get me to switch my energy supplier or
join the young communists but
'We're from The Sun'
asking me if I had any thoughts on the 'Love Island House'
Excuse me what
She mentioned a house number and I blearily
glanced across the road at
the house recently painted in blue and pink
mumbling, I really don't care about it
'Could we use your name'
but I'm not deranged enough to give them that, and
It turns out it wasn't the house opposite but further along
beyond my eyeline,
I'd seen it tarted up with lights
seems it's been called out by a disgruntled neighbour
"The house is lit up like a building from Las Vegas"
and The Sun was frothing at the thought
of a Love Island related story and bothered me
Lee Holloway Towers in his fretful slumbers
Not my problem baby and
I will never sleep again
In the mouth of desire
your words drip fire,
enticing me to the pyre
of a singular quagmire
where you are the supplier
of this drug called love.
Q: Who is the young man who takes care of a child with no parents?
A: Little orphan's manny.
Q: How can a meth addict contact his supplier more quickly?
A: Put him on speed dial.
Q: What is the sharpened pole upon which the "sea eagle" impaled himself?
A: A tern pike.
Q: What do you call a sheet of glass eaten by a donkey?
A: A pane in the ass.
Q: What is it called when one ethnicity at work gets a larger office than another?
A: Racial spatial discrimination.
Q: What do you call a kid who demolishes his Cheerios instead of eating them?
A: A cereal killer.
Q: What did the call girl call the midget when he didn't want to pay her for her services?
A: A little prick.
Q: What's the one exercise Mitch McConnell can't do at the gym?
A: Chin-ups.
Q: What is the antique lawn statue near the door of my plantation in Lexington?
A: My old Kentucky gnome.
Q: Where did the first Mrs. Bing Crosby keep her love for her family?
A: Deep in the heart of Dixie.
Everywhere
I look, I see you. You are
perfect. The same from every
angle, yet you can be many things,
the giver of life, the supplier of all energy.
Life itself follows your pattern, over and
over, round and round. You are in the
colorful, fragrant offerings of lovers. I look
into your shimmering blue and fall in love,
falling inside and down, down, down,
disappearing. I see you in the sky at night,
and grow wild, and howl, terrorizing a
city. I take you for a ride and end up
where I started. Everywhere
I look, I see you. You are
perfect.
Acts 1:8 But ye shall receive power, after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you: and ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.
God sent a Holy Fire – His Spirit, always higher
On the winds of love and faith,
His unending grace…
God sent His Holy Fire – His Spirit I so admire
On the winds of peace and praise,
His amazing grace…
God sent this Holy Fire – His Spirit to the choir
On the winds of angel’s breath,
His whisper of grace…
God’s love in a fire… His Holy Spirit, life’s supplier
On the winds of peace and love,
Sent from heaven above!
Never boasted
Always looking
Up to thy creator
His power
Self reliance
Believing he can do anything humanly possible.
Never chased clout
Steady Self reliance
Believing in hard work
Consistence in all he does
Some people's love
Comes with intentions
So; he's steadily relying on self
Without pretence or defence
No alliance
Just self reliance
Only God his supplier or helper.
The opportunity sparked a fierce desire
A cunning liar is trying to conspire
Plotting schemes that would require
Causing the masses tears to flood the mire
The choir sang with voices higher
Looking for a bold lady or noble squire
Capable of mending our old attire
Bake these words in an air fryer
The hissing revealed a situation growing dire
Look a devious flyer is soaring above the spire
Falsely proclaiming tales to inspire
Hiding in the quagmire as an actual occupier
Their words thickening the air like a humidifier
The supplier is attempting rewire
All of us who dare to still inquire
An amplifier’s hum drew the self-proclaimed sire
Who foolishly gazed at stars with his heart’s desire
Each promise made proved to be a modifier
The identifier called it out as a testifier
Through it all the proclamations became slier
We need to rise above the snake oil salesmen’s ire
Buckle up and find the strength not to retire
Find the heart to not back down or tire
My new dryer
is defective.
I told the supplier
and a detective.
Socks go in,
but not all come out.
Lint comes out,
no doubt.
What could it mean -
as socks unseen,
and lint, to a percent,
are equivalent?
As clothes toss,
I incur loss -
a hot air curse
'til I put it in reverse.
November 2 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Luke 23-24
Key Verse – Luke 23:2 … He himself is Christ a King.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR BEING OUR KING
Praise be to God for being our King Who is the:
Good Shepherd, grooming our sanctification
Great Saviour, guaranteeing our security
Governing Standard, grieving over our sins
Gracious Satisfier, girding our sufficiency
Gearing Sender, guarding our stature
Generous Supplier, giving our sustenance
Guiding Scriptures, grasping our supplication
Granting Source, generating our service
Luke 23:43 Praise be to the Lord for promising us
eternal paradise of:
Jubilant saints with His justification
Joyous stewards along His justice
Joyful sowers midst His jurisdiction
Jovial soldiers by His judgment
Jeweled servants for His job
Luke 24:27 Praise be to the Saviour
for expounding unto us the Scriptures of:
Holy instructions for eternal hoisting
Helpful impact for enduring happiness
Heavenly influence against haughtiness
Hopeful impartation of everlasting honour
Healthy illumination midst ecstatic heartfulness. Amen!
November 2, 2024
The Town Crier
Miracle Man
8/21/2024
A life long friend passed this past week,
life didn’t offer much making his life bleak.
Ignored by some, many others were empathetic,
unable to do much his problems were genetic.
He never had a job and he was known by all,
not many days passed without this man’s call.
But he was known as our small town crier,
and he knew Jesus, as his daily supplier.
He was always at church each time we met,
many counted his friendship to be an asset.
He loved his phone and if it happened he knew,
He lived a solitary life and now it’s through.
I love colors – loud, juicy, wild, generously wonderful colors
I wish I liked coloring books, because this hobby would be cheaper
But no, I love paints and canvases. Especially acrylic paints.
I think oils are more vivid, but they take too long to dry.
I am an impatient artist. I do not want to wait three days between colors.
I started this hobby when my granddaughter was nine.
I know because she begged me to paint with her.
She is now nineteen, and I have fifteen hundred paintings.
I lie. I have over fifteen hundred paintings.
I work on my new ones simultaneously.
I am currently working on eight, but four more are lying in wait.
I buy canvases in bulk now, because I utilize so many of them.
I am sure my supplier thinks I am a teacher, with classes.
No, these supplies are all mine.
Coloring books would be cheaper
But I am not concerned about the cost.
I love to paint; it relaxes me.
It gives me a purpose, a mission.
Hours at a time flow by, without me realizing it.
I am lost in the life of make believe and color.
I can think of no better way to end my days.
True love is no longer what she desires
Society's idea has long been retired
One person content with only one other
Make most run away for fear they may smother
Dedication and devotion left to expire SelfGratification and greed transpire
Honest compassion is simply a bother
Loyalty is lacked while lust we honor
Craving respect but theres no supplier
Looking for fantasies never to acquire
A gentle hand to satisfy soothe and calm her
Not just swiftly strike down sadly leaving her somber
Jaded by jealous jesters and hotheaded liars
Left to believe that white dress is simply funeral attire
What is Ukraine's war really for?
How about funds from rare earth ore
Hear Lindsey Graham shout
"We'll keep Putin out!"
And stash trillions in our cash drawer
Ukraine has 0.4% of the Earth’s surface but about 5% of the world’s mineral resources. Ukraine is one of the world's top 10 titanium producers, ships iron and steel products to Europe, and has ambitions to become a key supplier of the critical minerals Europe needs to meet its electrification targets and cut reliance on Russian energy.
It rhymes with compassion
It never goes out of fashion
It is heart’s greatest ration,
This utterly delightful passion
It rhymes with inspiration
It brings my heart such elation
It is life’s hope, my foundation
Coming to the heart with salvation
It rhymes with sweet grace
It lights up most anyplace
It stirs the spirit with its embrace
Knowing a joy nothing can replace
It rhymes with gentle charity
It brings the life it’s clarity
It assures the heart it’s prosperity
Enlightening the love’s similarity
It rhymes with the heart’s desire
It assures that love and hope conspire
It whispers of faith that brings you higher
Reassuring the spirit of its supplier
It rhymes with beautiful light
It rushes to save from the dark night
It reaches beyond the poems we write
Softening the soul with its insight
It rhymes with joyful peace
It is a wonder that will not cease
It’s creativity will ever increase
Sharing God’s grace, His masterpiece
It rhymes with Jesus, the Son
It abides in the soul He has won
It is filled with mercy for everyone
His grace and love won’t be outdone!
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