With fustigation to amelioration
We are led by The Law to The Gospel
And in turn The Gospel demands we keep The Law
No epistle of straw, there’s room in the hostel
(Because God’s style to the world is hostile)
We are led by the Spirit
To learn to endear it
Endear what? Is a sinful recitation
Learning to serve others in convocation
(God calls us and overhauls us
Whether one by one and together)
How do we inherit eternal life?
By loving our neighbor as serving kin
Who is our neighbor?
The one without (as in not having and not within)
The fustigation of Jesus Christ
Begs our amelioration of a fustigated life
And if a cruciform life is led
There must be blood, sweat and tears shed in stead
(Or instead of the evil in tow as is led here below)
Life is hard, there’s no doubt about it
Jesus’ words touted and shouted from the Cross
But serendipitously (and graciously)
When we lose, we don’t count it as loss
Are you willing to look like a hypocrite to the world without?
Are you willing to look at the hypocrite within?
(As He lived and then hung betwixt two of us)
Jesus took on this struggle without committing a sin
Just to advise its still alive, and satan is its driver, with commoditys and convenience he plys.' Consider to ask
Jesus into your hearts, there is no need for physical travel.' Just open your ears
Mind; and heart..To end your own captivity' is how it it must start.' There is
No statement of dignatarys that even get a 'bit part' i suggest look around see all the money and time
wasted on different wars; that
Are touted to be for peace.? Which one of
Us sees that from our own to distant shores.' No the war is within us..And we alone cannot win.! We need the King of the universe's remedy or we will ever wallow in un-numbered human degrees of
Sin. Call out to ' your maker ' His Name runs through your dna..He sent Jesus on
That misson whose blood is still active
to the last person, up to the very final day.'
It may be affected by political acts.? Yet a
History of relevant fact, is what was done
Under the sun.' In recounting of its gristle
And bristles? Why are hackles raised.? Why
Are heckles made.? Why shout about odds.
If the numbers aren't stacked.'
Its what it is
Or is for some? That the rub.' If its not that
Malleble.? Then they show not love.'
Although in the halls of power, are virtues
Touted, in a ( broad aside ) they
are quite usually, and most wilfully flouted.'
Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling..
Flitter finessing leathery fruits..
Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored..
Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots…
Curve…voluptuous velvety verve..
Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases..
Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding..
Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails..
Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio..
Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile fan affinity..
Tim’s timber hoicks topple Toblerones..
Schadenfreude stats sips.. Oiks suggest Timmy..
Ersatz Test imitator of Jimmy…
Naysayers…tut tutters spew from trolling gutters…
As Yoda may say…"Devil may care..unfair..flair in the air..this bowling pair share..'
Muffled murmurs of the goat..Hadlee float…gracing grassy notes..
Timmy..go on gimme one final shimmy…
Dare to dream…it will end.. as it did begin..
With that boyish grin..just beam..old friend
When health scares are touted.' Check saftey rules are not
Flouted, or all futures may well end up being worse.'
My advice is; try not to be (too science averse)!
His two objectives unmet
Bibi approves the ‘deal’ he gets
from Trump, in an unconscionable rush
to bully Israel into a peace made of mush
For 15 months Bibi touted 'non-negotiable' goals
All hostages returned, and Hamas crushed
This ‘deal’ achieves neither, though lauded in the West
To Trump, Bibi caved, a paper tiger when pressed
Past time for Israel to assert itself on the world stage
Show itself and the world that it’s come of age
Vote Bibi out, along with his feckless friends
Elect someone brave, who neither breaks nor bends
"To the White House he strode," sang his choir,
The elephants sparked a dumpster fire,
His words became its fuel,
Deceit was his tool,
While the donkeys cried foul: "He's a liar."
We need no DC to know all these things,
Just stamp your ear on the bald eagle’s wings.
You’ll see Iran sneezing;
And Israel pleasing,
Not too far away Gaza's sorrow rings.
Red Maple touted as the fifty-first.
PM as guvnor, a joke just nursed.
Donald talk’s just full of scare,
Yet Putin listens with care,
With the hope that the North's missiles won’t burst.
Troops in Damascus prepare to leave,
Trump's friend in Istanbul made Assad grieve.
To Moscow he fled,
In his tower he read,
The joy of this win, he wears on his sleeve.
Lift your celestial gaze to be amazed in Wonder
As has Ptolemy, then Copernicus and Kepler after
Who are the capricious Gods who dance in wander
To revere Mercury? Venus? Mars? Saturn? Jupiter?
Ptolemy imagined a play staged at his own residence
There the Gods heaved upon us all their vain existence
Trapped by Humanity's Ego, blind to exposed evidence
His glowing Hearth lifting higher embers of negligence
Copernicus heralded the inspirational spark of sacred denial
Orbits dared to be spun into the ire wrath of Church reprisal
Hush your Truth. Mankind cannot, will not be the Sun's disciple
Calculations implore? Observations explore? ASTRONOMICAL!!!
Kepler awoke to his divine intervention lifting the veil of Dogma
He questioned atop ashes of descent burned without anesthesia
A revolution uproar of Ellipses stretching in variable speed inertia
The Gravity of his Truth pulling inextricably at undisputable raw data
The moral of this recounting is to shun the fantasies touted by Elves
Be wise. Be curious. Gather the courage to see Truth for yourselves
Cover blown
Your plan is now known
Deem dim your scheme
But don’t forfeit your dream
No man claims to deserve
But all want to own and preserve
To be lords in perpetuity
With their kind, kindred and fraternity
And so it’s a watchful game
Keenness and spying remains the same
The outcomes and trends are touted
And so is history routed
Propping up and talking down
Marks the contest for the crown
To sway those who sway at speech
And thin the contest in pitch
The prize begins coveted and dear
Until being weary and in fear
Heightens the cost for plenty
Heightening the stakes for a few and scanty
The mind plans and the eye takes glance
But both are slave to time and chance
All want privilege and privilege is to all
And to this, God extend His Call
K. Muitherero
I am the knight-errant, he sang in a loud excited way.
riding his horse Rocinante, each and every day.
his pot-bellied friend Sancho Panza continued to stay.
even though tricks were played on them here and far away.
my dear Dulcinea will be around the next corner Quixote sang.
his voice was confident, his verses happy, his melody ring rang.
his squire Sancho drummed his donkey’s saddle with a bang.
Dulcinea again, always Ducinea, this made him think “dang!”
she will reside past the windmills, Don Quixote predicted.
his sidekick wanted to believe, but they were both often trickt-ed.
the gentleman from La Mancha and his sidekick did not know
their story was touted as the first novel, and soon made into a show.
To those who seek instant gratification -
I am a process, not a destination.
Happiness.
We attempt to crack its code, however,
It remains a lifetime long endeavour.
Deeply desired, wondrous state of mind -
Its fleeting facile feeling redefined.
Teasing and taunting us with verve and grace,
Happiness’ touted appeal won’t erase.
It collaborates with chaotic foes
Under scrutiny of their highs and lows.
It often veers from solid status quo -
Moment of now would be its best m.o.
Even though happiness scoots on the run,
Give it a shot and catch it when you can!
It is not the truth.
long misunderstood,
long touted among the faithful
in poetry and song.
Understandable and beautifully said,
but
just plain wrong.
There is no separation.
God, in any name or concept,
does Not walk beside you.
God walks as you,
in you.
This truth will always be true.
This is not the entity that has been touted and written about
since the times before tamed fire
It is fire, it is malevolent and for that reason it entices me
Enveloped in a shroud of rage unrelenting
Uncaring in its timid posture, it sits patiently
light caressing its curves like a flamenco dancer
In the veins of a volcanic structure, streams of magma
flow slow and serene, effortless in its fervency
I see it staring back at me, and I must pay my dues
for such a crime to even think I could withstand it
My fingertips wavered within its presence, and yet
with daring stupidity I embraced it, the entity
I believe in the torments of Hell now, this is not of Earth’s soil
Lightning flailed like a wailing newborn within me
With every breath I took, every single one,
was a step towards inevitability
The bellows within my body were a searing forge, the sands
of my finite years turned to glass entering my airways
But oh what divine fruity ecstasy you are
Gehenna, this entity that offers me spiritual sustenance
in this experience of culinary S&M
It seems we have traveled a very long way,
just to end up where we started from.
Still taking most from all,
and giving it all to some.
The incompetent march and all cry foul,
and say that soon their time will come.
The farmers all hate the factories,
for putting their women on the job.
The rich white men hated black men,
they said they were nothing but a mob.
The Catholics hated everyone else,
while the rule makers just polished their knob.
The new women said they knew what was best,
that their mothers had it all wrong.
The politicians praised how all the people,
worked together to make America strong.
It was the poor that wrote the words,
but it was the rich who sang the song.
So, I ask if any one of us,
will ever know just what to do.
In a country where the left says they’re right,
but the right says that they are too.
And up in the big house around the corner,
lies are touted as the gospel truth.
History often repeats itself,
that's what the experts all say.
The way it was a hundred years ago,
is the way that it still is today.
And we still have not learned our lesson,
that the answer is to kneel and pray.
Every Spring they march relentless
ugly as sin and almost scentless
My well-groomed lawn devastated
annual ambitions again frustrated
'Cos' 'Wendell's Weed Killer' didn't work
though highly touted by expert jerks
At $65 a bag, the stuff wasn't cheap
with joy I sowed, in tears I reaped
But not to worry, I'll pick a bouquet of 'Dandy Lions'
for my wife next Sunday ~ 'With Love from Brian'
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