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Christmas the Birthday of the Lord πŸ‘‘

T’was the night before Christmas

God glanced over the earth

He looked to and fro, all over it’s girth

They missed it again he said with a sigh

A heavy heart and a tear in his heart ❀️

I gave them my Son

My Greatest Gift πŸ’”

So they could be free

My Greatest GiftπŸ’”

To the fro me.

And they traded me in for a man in red πŸŽ…

A little tree too πŸ‘Ό

And a horse drawn sled πŸ›·

How do I save them

And make them see

My love ❀️ is complete

My Grace is Free

How do I help them

When all they know is a talking snowman β˜ƒοΈ

And a box πŸ“¦ with a bow

Maybe next year, they will stop and see

The Greatest Gift

Is a little πŸ§’ Child 🚼 from me πŸ‘Ό

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The Bombing of Pearl Habour ~ by The Mystic Poet in Memory of Grand Pappa John πŸ™‡

“THE DIVER, THE SURVIVOR.” a poem December 6, 2019 (Friday) for: PEARL HARBOR DAY (Saturday) a.k.a.: “Papa John Will Always Be There.”

Dear Friends:

Remember (my) Good Old Grampa? PAPA JOHN on (my) Mother’s side?

Who was A NAVY MAN in World War II,

 I think Papa John might have had some American Indian blood in him.  He did not talk a lot, but liked listening to his wife's friends [Mama Jean was a piano teacher and, for many years, the President of The Montana Piano Teachers' Association] who might come by, and he would often listen to them for long periods and then remark: "You don't say!"

     He had long legs, and, according to my Dad, one weekend, when Papa John was about 55 years old, there was a race in the town he lived in [in Montana].  There were a number of participants and he was much older than, perhaps, everybody else, but, despite that, he almost won.  A young man, perhaps a former college sprinter, won the event, but Papa John, with his long, churning legs, came in a close second.

        He liked to fix things and had a big workshop in the basement, where he would show me how to fix lawn mowers and other gadgets.

             Papa John, although he ate turkey or fish on occasion, preferred not to eat very much meat  because he did not like the thought of the suffering the creature would have to go through to provide him dinner.  He taught school in "a one room school house" and often suggested they his students be kind to animals, who have feelings too.  He was very upset one day when he caught some boys burning ants to death with a magnifying glass.  He reminded them that, even though the ants are very small, they can feel pain too.

                  He died one night in his sleep, down in the basement, alone in his room, while I was away;  I imagine, perhaps, he died with memories of the friends he had when he was in The Navy.

                         That was Papa John.   He was quite the Grampa.  Sigh!

                                 J   🐦 Jay

THERE at Pearl HarborOnDecember7 (1941)HEdidABIDE.

HE WAS THERE and he tells us all that ON THAT DAY BOMBS DROPPED,

and SHIPS WERE SUNK and MEN WERE KILLED and

Then, “THEY” swam and mopped.

“THEY,” who were THE MEN LIKE HIM “survivors,” who DOVE IN TO THE SEA,

And FISHED OUT BODIES OF DEAD FRIENDS;

December 7th (1941) it would be.

HE WAS THERE in (19) ’41 WHEN BLOOD WAS EVERYWHERE,

And smoke and friends that HE FISHED OUT;

Yes, Grampa got to stare,

At such destruction and take it in,

And WITNESS THEN WHAT WE’RE TOLD NOW HAS BEEN:

This EVIDENCE of humans fighting and showing how,

We can KILL and MAIM, and, even now,

In 2019 we can still look back?

(I remember) Papa John who lived in the basement in Helena, Montana,

Sleeping on his “rack,”

Who sometimes came upstairs and told his grandson ME,

(Back then THEY HAD NO TERM “P T S D.”)

He told me: “Men can be mean and men can sometimes do things,

That can kill and destroy and much suffering it brings,

SOME WISDOM even so to those,

Who have experienced such traumas; yet NOW I DOZE,

DOWN IN THE BASEMENT, AND I D I V E INTO BAD DREAMS.

There were friends I LOVED there, and each memory ‘streams,’

To haunt every day yet show me THE WAY,

TO LOVE EVEN DEATH and HOLD PAIN AT BAY.”

fin β™₯

πŸ™‡πŸ™‡πŸ™‡πŸ™‡πŸ™‡πŸ™‡πŸ™‡πŸ™‡πŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸŒŽWe will never forget πŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¦πŸ‡Ί America saved Australia in Northern Australia πŸ‡¦πŸ‡Ί Thank the Lord πŸ‡¦πŸ‡Ί In Australia my family were rescued from Japanese Prison Camps. Aboriginal people and Europeans were slaughtered in Darwin by the Japnese Bombing of Northern Australia πŸ‡¦πŸ‡Ί our American Allies are still to this day Stationed on our Northern Borders of Australia πŸ‡¦πŸ‡Ί , unfortunately, today many young Australians do not know our Historical Pasts with America. I do because I’m the Last Standing Marshall of that very Old Generation. Aboriginal and Whites stood side by side with the Americans to fight for all lives in Ausralia πŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸ˜ŒπŸ˜ŒπŸ˜Œ

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Paradigm by Mystic Poet Laureate πŸ™ƒ

Paradigm is thought to mean ~ A paradigm is a person’s frame of reference. A person’s paradigm is how they see the world based on all the information that they have gathered and the beliefs that they possess. If the universe is analogized to a computer processor, a paradigm is like the operating system.Jan 2, 2017

geniustypes.com β€Ί principles β€Ί para…

Paradigms – Genius Types √ possibly this may give you a grasp ✊on the meaning of the Mystic Poetry and cryptic verse.

“APPROXIMATE.” a poem November 3, 2019 (Sunday)

AROUND HERE I think everything’s pretty much approximately presented,

Average and/or Extraordinary;

Ordinary and Circumvented.

Now, Approximate DOESN’T MEAN: Imperfect or NOT exact,

It’s just about THIS or THAT; it’s sort of “cracked,”

Which is, as Leonard Cohen says: “HOW THE LIGHT GETS IN.”

“Cracked” or “Lopsided” is HUMAN; you can call it “sin,”orTheWayThingsAre,

Which DOESN’T MEAN we CAN’T be a “star,”

And go aboutTheSpeedofLight.

Q: IS “APPROXIMATE” ALL RIGHT?

A: YES, IF YOU accept it as OK

A: NO, IF you want things some other way.

But THE LATEST PARADIGM still has one more step to go.

Moral: “The OLD PARADIGM, like the NEW (paradigm) is APPROXIMATE,

Don’tCha know?”

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All these Catalogues of the Poetry by The Mystic Poet have selected
Music included by Mystic. The lyrics are the woven threads of sound
To bring the meanings of the acronym, abbreviation,
into the words.
J. Jay Samuel Davis wears many caps of colour including
Musician
Artist
Graphics Artist
Poet Laureate
A Scholar and a Teacher
Humanitarian
Activist for Human Rights
Around and around the mulberry bush
Who knows when it will end
πŸ˜…πŸ€£πŸ˜‚

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A world full of darkness, desperation, tears, unanswered questions, phone calls with police, daily interactions with the public, and countless nights of nightmares and delusions. But the answers seem to be right there.
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Victoria ~ Australia ~ Nothing Changes in Australia πŸ‡¦πŸ‡Ί

Yesterday

STAR HOTEL RUTHERGLEN VICTORIA. 1942/TODAY

Rutherglen is about 275kms north east of Melbourne, near the Murray River. Originally a gold mining town, it has since become a major wine-producing area.

Note the canvas water bag hanging from the bumper bar of the Dodge and the wooden kegs beside the cellar trap door.

(State Library of Victoria/Google Maps)

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The Waiting Game πŸ”΅

“THE WAITING GAME.” a poem a.k.a.: “We Just LOVE To Wait.” 12/09/19 (Monday)

Sometimes you get to wait for ALL YOUR DREAMS TO COME TRUE,

But, y’know, when you think you’re 20, or Twenty Two,

A LONG WAIT is: a year or (God Knows) three,

And YOUR DREAMS? Well, (at that age, how can?) they can seldom (be),

THAT GREAT, so wait (apparently) until you’re Fifty Five,

When THEN maybe you’ve had some “life experience(s),” and IT AIN’T NO “JIVE”

TO SAY (that): “You really haven’t lived very much until you’re Seventy Seven.”

So, IF all your dreams come true (apparently) aroundSIXTY,

You might be In Heaven;

Thus, if you can wait until you’re 60 or so,

You’ll be SO surprised that all your dreams came true, and you might (somehow) know,

That ALL YOUR DREAMS, all the REALLY GREAT dreams,

Don’t really come true until youKnow IT SEEMS,

That “The One True Love of Your Life,”

SHOWS UP, and you claim her as your wife,

And She’s been waiting since She was a little child,

For Her “perfect match” ALL THESE YEARS, and She’s JUST WILD,

About Harry or Bill or Jack,

Or who(m)everTurnsOutToBeHERperfectMatch, youKnow,

TheOneWho’ll”WatchHerBack,” And ALSO grab Her and kiss her strong.

SUDDENLY, it really doesn’t seem like She’s waited all that long.

However, sometimes you realize you DIDN’T (actually) WAIT, (pause) for time is a lie;

(Moral) “Yesterday AND Tomorrow is: The Blink of Your Eye.”

TOGETHER you’ve (always) been with your OneTrueLove all along; (pause)

Therefore, closeYourEyesALL YOUR DREAMS HAVE (already) COME TRUEsinceAllYourWishesAreGrantedALREADY, isn’t WAITING (just) pretty wrong?

Answer: NO, of course not; WE LOVE TO WAIT;

It’s “immediate WISH fulfillment” that we REALLY hate.

fin β™₯

“So, young people: (Get) READY; SET; WAIT,

For YEARS or DECADES. WhatDoYouThink’boutTHAT? Isn’t waiting great?”

“Youth is NEVER wasted on the young very much.” The Mystic Poet

A Limerick, entitled: “When An Irresistible Impulse Meets An Overwhelming Urge.”

For TRUE LOVE, you don’t have to wait / The door gets knocked down, and your mate / Stands there with a grin, / & says: (pause) “I AM (pure) SIN.” / & you say: “You’re on time.” (pause) “NO, I’m late.” β™₯

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Abstinence ~

“ABSTINENCE.” a poem a.k.a.: “The Day ‘Kindness’ And Death Got Married.” December 9, 2019 (Monday)

Simon Contreras is awfully KIND; He’s (even) given up meat & now seldom will dine,

On ANYTHING ANY MORE so his days will be few?

HeEarlierTodayFoundOut”vegetablesHAVEfeelings,” so he gave up on stew.

The weather is COLD outside of his door;

He looks for the kindly, feral cat to give Her more,

FOOD? BUT NOT MEAT (and now not even plants) for that might “wound” someone,

And wounding and eating and existence (generally) is (sometimes) not much fun.

& ALSO “The birds must be COLD,” thought Simon; “They’re up in those trees,”

So he lit a little fire to keep the birds warm; yet, his knees (now)

Are unsteady from SUCH LACK OF FOOD,

And HereComesKitty, who used to be pretty, butNowNoMoreEATS SIMONwo[u]ld,

Give HER, so kitty is skinANDbones (on her 9thLIFE), like Simon;

So, She DROPSdownTOdie. (pause) Simon, you might know, often met a PIEman,

And would EAT ALL SORTS OF yummy and nutritious PIES,

WhichContained meat&eggs&sugar&wheat, which, “back then,” was considered WISE.

Now, Simon’s stomach begs for FOOD to keep Simon going;

He looks UP, and the trees are all aflame, & THE BIRDS ARE, of course, KNOWING,

That they’re going to die TOO, thanks to what we call “misplaced affection.”

SometimesYou gotta be “cruel to be kind;” then, DEATH heads in their direction. (pause)

When DEATH arrived, Simon grabbed Her scythe from Her bony hand;

“I don’t want you CUTTING YOURSELF.” “But, Simon, you don’t understand;

I NEED that device to do my job.” Simon wouldn’t give it back; he was gonna rob,

DEATH of the means of keeping population numbers down,

And, despite Death’s sad, misty frown,

SIMON, WEAK AND LEAN, HELD ONTO THE SCYTHE F O R E V E R.

And EVERYTHING FELL APART; yup. The Time/Space Continuum did “sever,”

Creating a rift in The Fabric of Eternity because of Simon’s immense kindness,

And GOD & Jesus, The Buddha & The Saints ALL REALIZED their BLINDNESS,

In the promotion of: LOVE, AFFECTION and (even) HONORING LIFE;

But at least Simon found himself A WIFE. That’s RIGHT: Mr. & Mrs. Simon Contreras:

Simon AND Lady Death; I’m sure (as they’re making love) they love to hearUS,

INourSORROW, as All Bloody Creation cries out:

“Be a little cruel; not so kind.” (Moral) BALANCE IS WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT.

fin β™₯

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Cannibals the real stories ~

“CANNIBALS, THE REAL STORY.” a poem? a.k.a.: “MEAT Me In The Middle.” “Viewer Discretion Advised.” December 9, 2019 (Moon Day)

In A Beginning WAS GOD, sitting there happily (and greedily) gnawing on a yummy fried pork chop,

And THEN Mrs. Claus came along, DEMANDING THAT HE STOP,

Saying: “You are a BARBARIAN; who do you think you ARE?”

“GOD,” He replied; (pause) “Well, you’ve gone too far,”

She said, “When you think you can just eat anything you please.”

So, She absconded with his yummy pork chop, which brought Him to His knees,

God said: “I’M SORRY; WHAT HAVE I DONE,

FOR IN EATING THAT POOR LITTLE PIGGIE, SINCE ‘WE ARE ALL ONE,’

I HAVE EATEN MYSELF, AND I AM, therefore, A CANNIB [A] L.”

From then on, She just brought Him dishes derived from The Vegeta ble,

Which truly was not too healthy for Him, although it was for HIS HORSE “NAG,”

Who was, like Mrs. Claus always “nagging” Him; anyway, he would BEG,

HIS WIFE (the Mrs.) for just ANY FLESHLY THING,

And, since She truly loved HIM, She offered herself; for God; much joy this did bring.

However, after He had dined (upon her) to his delight,

He would often fall asleep, AND on one spacious, cannibalistic NIGHT,

She yanked a rib bone out of His side,

And formed SATAN, who took Her as His bride.

You can see, at this point, the complexity of it all;

That is why The Genesis Account was VERYmuchABRIDED; eventually, Satan did call,

GOD a “cuckold,” a cannibalistic, old bird. (All this because God gave up meat.)

Satan, of course, ate everything in sight; He relished EACH FLESHLY TREAT,

Unbeknowst to Mrs. Claus, who loved to get her claws into Him,

Into SATAN, who eventually started the FIRM that sells theYUMMYjerky “Slim Jim.”

(Moral) Eat what your body wants; it knows what is best.

Eat vegetables now and then, but GIVE THESE DIETARY RESTRICTIONS a rest,

And REMEMBER: Your wife is “in league with any carnivorous, Devil man,”

Who will “fry her up” & cook some savory pork cutlets (or even beef) in a frying pan.

fin β™₯

Limerick “Jesus Of Course, Was Also A Cannibal.” “You must eat my flesh and my blood,” / Said Jesus, (pause) “IfYouWannaBeMyBud.” / Otherwise, my Dear Dad, / Will be VERY sad, / And He’ll cry us an awful big flood.

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