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SALVATION?” a poem October 14, 2019 (Monday)

“SALVATION?” a poem October 14, 2019 (Monday)

The Way of The Christian,

The Way of The Christian,

is: FIND SOMEONE WHOM YOU MIGHT “SAVE;”

It might be a “booze-y’ or a Fluzzie Suzi or maybe Beloved ol’ Dave.

It might be: KIM,

Or “Catholic Jim,”

Or Brian, all down in the mouth;

You might “save ’em” when,

You “tickle their fancy,” or

Go down on them “Way Down South.”

And, I think you might find IF you’re in a bind,

That: SAVING THEM SAVES YOU AS WELL,

And, suddenly, this place is Heaven, forYOU, ratherThanThe9thCircleO’H LL.

Some, “gird up your loins,” and chew on some gristle,

Or cook you some tea with delightful milk thistle,

And serve it to strangers, who might come to your house;

TheyCouldBeAngelsInDisguise OR Save you a mouse,

Or a tree or a cat, who is feral and unclean,

For: A WONDERFUL, CHRISTIAN LIFE, like you’ve never seen.

fin ♥

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Unknown Author ~


Its that time again to return to the place of sleep. For its there is where I prepare for tomorrow. Who knows what tomorrow brings. I must say there was a time when Jesus asked me to be his messenger but I was going to die first, it would all happen in three weeks the preparation the first week the death the second week and released from hospital the third week. My friends said I was losing the plot and teased me the first week . Then I collapsed in the street and rushed to hospital with only hearing the rest was quite dead. A man said put him in the little room at the end and I will get the nurse to prepare him for any visitors that will want to say goodbye if we can find any accordingly and all stopped no hearing, nothing. I had died, the next thing I knew was a nurse coming in the room and she got the biggest fright of her life and ran reporting I was alive. Some time later they put me in a ward and I had recalled all that Jesus had told me before all this took place. and on the third week I was sent home with a bottle of vitamins the apologetic doctor gave me for he could not find anything wrong with me. Now I was officially Jesus messenger. Once a day after a few days home I wrote to you Jesus message. My friends were to nervous to raise the subject again and soon after he sent me to a place I live today in Australia. My landlady is a dear friend and a true believer. So God knew what he was doing when he sent me here. I have been here two years now and I weep with Joy each time I give you his message. So tomorrow is another day, Goodnight God bless I love you all.

“AS THE GREAT TAU HAS SAID.” a poem a.k.a.: “BE The Groove; Don’t Be IN The Groove.” October 13, 2019 (Sunday)

“AS THE GREAT TAU HAS SAID.” a poem a.k.a.: “BE The Groove; Don’t Be IN The Groove.” October 13, 2019 (Sunday)

The BURDENS OF THE WORLD as there to weigh you down;

It doesn’t matter who you are; IT wants to STEAL “your crown.”

It wants your shoulders to stoop; it wants to cause you TO DEPEND,

ON IT and its resources and finally see your end,

And this WILL HAPPEN surely UNLESS YOU REA LIZE,

“YOU ARE THE WORLD OF WORLDS,” and NO ONE ELSE’S EYES,

WATCH YOU (pause) EXCEPT YOUR OWN, MY DEAR.”

(Actually) YOU ARE “The Single Eye,” encompassing the many worlds that you fear.

Only YOU can straighten your shoulders that seem so stooped and drawn,

And (just) remember: THIS IS AN ILLUSION;

Your shoulders are filled with brawn.

Thus, your strivings and contrivingS are SIM P LY ILLUSION’S PLAY,

To helpYou have a more interesting day.

YOU. YOU ARE THE ILLUSION, and “waking up” would? prove,

NOTHING except

YOU also ARE “THE GROOVE.”

fin ♥

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“CALMING THE MOB.” a poem October 12, 2019 (Saturday)

“CALMING THE MOB.” a poem October 12, 2019 (Saturday)

There was AN ANGRY HUMAN GROUP, a pounding OnMyDoor yester day,

A big ol’ mob shouting: “Mystic Poet, we’ve something we’d like to say:

“You’re awful! Who do you think you are?

We’re ‘The (wonderful) Family of (wo)Man,’ and we’ll go far.”

So, what did I do? I calmly walked. I walked myself outside;

They thought they wereA gonna, gonna “take me for a ride.”

Instead, I ASKED THE QUESTION: “How many meals do you eat?”

(They said) “About 3 a day, we guess;” then, they made [a] slight retreat,

For, they were waiting forMY NEXT MOVE, my next, rot ten re sponse:

“OK,” said I, J Jay, withGleamInEye, andSeemingGreatTol er ance,

“And, then, you know what?” “No, what?” they replied.

“THEN, YOU POO & PEE ALL THAT FOOD AWAY & YOU TRY TO HIDE,

THE FACT THAT HUMANS, All human ARE GROSSa & DISGUSTING,

Trying to FLUSH THE WASTE away, &, with thatEnergy, y’all go ’round LUSTING:

Men want women, and women (YEAH), they want control, attention,

Kids want to play and old folks? Well, they want: Old Age Pension.”

AndThenThe Mob simply left FOR, they had nothing to say,

Except, “He’s RIGHT; we’re disgusting. What a fine man isThis J Jay.”

They later crowned (him) me KING and gave me all the prettiest fillies,

AndNOW: J Jay, He’s KING (that’s right) of “The World of Silly Sillies.”

fin ♥

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