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Saturday, June 28, 2008

What'll it be, Utopia or Reality

Moving swiftly toward us is trouble dark, large, smelly and real. Some around me looked toward artificial peace. Others looked toward welfare for all. Many looked for the great lie; equality for all. There it was in plain sight dark, large, smelly and real. Why did they look away from the real US mess? To those seeking utopia, real does not exist! Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 2, 2008

Double Post

Most people who read my blog on religion which is very few, do not read my poetry also few. This is a serious situation and I want to get it to as many as will read. Thank you. SEX CASUAL KILLER OR BEAUTIFUL EXPERIENCE A tiny well shod foot eases on to the pavement too delicate for that Escalade Reminds me of the khaki and canvas clad beauty I saw earlier pour out of a Land Rover What might they have in common with the tattooed chick flying by on a Harley They were three Three out of five women... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 1, 2008

WHO CAN KNOW? DO YOU KNOW?

The sounds are loud beyond any before A mountain splits giving up her hidden water The lake it creates is flooding those homes not swallowed by the mountain’s crevice People are dead everywhere Parents have lost children Children have lost parents A neighbor has trouble too A cyclone comes kills thousands The brutal rulers refuse help They later accept help and steal it Christian charities pour in millions of dollars, food, medicines, medical and construction help Most of the aid comes from The... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, April 28, 2008

WAS IT A MIRACLE

Some said it was a miracle. The car was totaled. It flipped and landed in an upside down position. Airbags did not deploy. Motor still running and a little girl hangs upside down from her car seat. She whimpers and clings to a stuffed lamb. Driver frees himself rescues the child, and unbuckles his passenger; the little girl’s Mom. All this time only two words have been spoken Jesus, Jesus. Help has arrived, one an Army Chaplain the other a nurse both had seen the whole episode. They were forced... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

DIRTY CHUNK IS A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH

Broken Women We are getting ready for class Only half of them are in the room Where are they today or any day They’re hunting, trolling, seeking Does anybody really really love me They’ve been through a recovery program Still they are but chards and splinters Puzzle pieces of once beautiful women The pieces don’t interlock they must be glued They are far more valuable than Humpty Dumpty They have been clean for at least six months Before that a year, five some of them more They have been the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 17, 2008

I MISS ALL OF YOU TODAY

I can't hold you on my lap again baby girl you've grown into a woman all your own I can't chase a ball with either of you my sons You've both gone home to be with Jesus Today is a painful one, Cissy you need me and I can't be there for you This day holds another pain, Boys I need you and you can't be here for me As much as this day hurts, it is a blessing My daughter you are a beautiful Christian A sweet daughter and a loving mother My sons to be in Heaven is the ultimate My happiness is Jesus'... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

THE CROSS IS EMPTY - DUAL POST

forgive me if this double posting offends you. This is also in my Religion blog. I didn’t notice the dirt until the cleansing began. Oh it was horrible, gut wrenching, the stench-the pain. A film of decaying filth covered lies Self-delusion intimidation and always fear. Invisible tumors and open sores were all over from the practices of arrogant snobbery violent anger and self-righteous pride. My heart burst and spattered onto those I loved more than myself. They were dying or betraying me. I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 28, 2008

JUST WHAT IS CHANGE

CHANGE How much change ma'am, What did you give me? The $20 you are holding! $.01 or $19.01 change, a major difference. Traffic is heavy, I change lanes. Can't work back the six lanes to make my exit, change was major distance. Baby and I are shopping, baby poops, I change him quickly. I have one diaper left, he is not finished, change is a major stink. If I kiss a toad will it change into a prince or will I only have a wart on my lip, a major facial change. Obama, I hear you, see your signs!... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 16, 2008

SLIP SLIDING AWAY?

SLIP SLIDING AWAY? Have we lost our minds? Danger is each doing what is right for him only in his own eyes. Nobody is talking about Iraq, not enough death, ya think? Settle in, click on the news. Four University shootings in four weeks. Yet another caucus? Drag race was already over, but now eight are dead and three injured. Two non-racers were just show offs who turned wild fun into murder. Of course it was an accident. Really? He only had a meat cleaver and nine other knives. It was bloody, it... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 11, 2008

Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani

Oh if only you could’ve seen him. Out there in that garden on his hands and knees. He was begging, pleading and sweating blood. Hour after hour he was alone just the two of him, man and God. “Daddy, I don’t want to do this. It will hurt beyond any pain known. Worse than the pain, father is your rejection. Must I accept all sin, as mine? All sin that was, is and will be throughout time becomes my guilt. Worse even is that you cannot look upon me; you will turn your face in rejection. My father... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 1, 2008

A STUMBLING BLOCK ON FREEDOM'S WALK

Hate is only four letters. Whatever the word, we know when it is hate. Filled with poison it coats and clogs. Filthy swamp green or moldy black they spit in the face of all who oppose them. Just how small are they? I saw it cut across one heart like a finely honed saber, leaving hurt and anger. It was the stinking mud of mouth. The final blow felled him as he watched his child hurt in confusion at the cursing of all her dad believed. Many yell ‘no more war’, and continue to espouse this gall... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

EXCUSE ME, WHAT TIME IS IT?

Once upon a time is my past. I don’t like to disturb it without knowing exactly where I am going. One’s past can be a sleeping monster? Then there’s that cool futuristic time. It is all supposition, design it as you will. Don’t expect time design to come to fruition. This time is the toy of imagination. Present time, what is it? I claim it as now! It is gone forever; another Millisecond and you have no present. It flies by at the rate of the greatest mathematical breakdown. Time Frame is yet... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 3, 2007

AND GOD DID BLESS AMERICA

Today I am talking to you Not an in-your-face thing I’m not begging either This is a little old fashion I know But like Mama said, “Do something or get down off that throne now! My Mama and Daddy were just ordinary people back then. Today they would not be that. They would be very special, yes. You see they bought extra poppies on Veterans Day. That meant just another dollar veteran’s retirement fund. They did not check the best charity for the tax return, no. They sought out those who needed... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 25, 2007

Editing is Labor

edit, who me rhythm, rhyme, meter or timing what’s that paragraphs, syntax and Exlax question them quotations, dissertations and occupations get a critic’s eye colons, apostrophes and appendicitis a tangled web this editing confusion, is it a hand or is it an ampersand a dilemma I’m in the door says pre-med department chill it is only day one lady can you help me I am truly lost talent I got training I don’t child that is not acceptable in medicine how do I put this it is not medicine I’m... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 16, 2007

THEY PRAYED AND IT RAINED ON US

The storms came a few years back they tore and ripped at our houses we prayed and cried wrung our hands pleaded for no more wind and rain It all went away stayed hidden in the mystery of the troubled sky rain has not visited us in so long we were four feet short of rain until Yes until our neighbors in Georgia prayed in the public house in the Golden domed Capitol building then it rained on us their neighbor In only twelve hours and on them in a short twenty four hours it poured God says ye have... Sign in to see full entry.

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