You can't go wrong with sugar

I don't care what nutritionists desire us to think;
You can't go wrong with sugar in a carbonated drink.
That fizzinated bev'rage just aint right without the treacle;
take it out and what you have is very nearly fecal.
Sugar from the cane or beet or even ground up dates
will never tread upon my dreams (to quote from Mr. Yeats).
I always knew corn syrup was a vagabond ingredient;
just a cheapjack substitute that hardly was expedient.
Now we're back to good old sugar in our many treats;
this should cause rejoicing in a million million tweets!
Throw out that Diet Pepsi and start guzzling sucrose.
(Who cares that at the dentist we'll be paying through the nose!)   

Clap your hands!

Mosiah 18:11 -- "And now when the people had heard these words, they clapped their hands for joy, and exclaimed: This is the desire of our hearts."

Clap your hands and make a noise that joyful stoutly rings
through the bedrock of the world and over puzzled kings.
And let the sound of exultation enter ev'ry ear
that the ransom has been paid and Christ is drawing near.
Pure fountains bursting forth upon the wretched, poisoned land,
leave no doubt that God His work is starting to command.
Then take your leave of sorrow and upon the Mountain gaze,
and cry up acclamation for the Lord and all His ways!  

The Clown is our best teacher . . .

Who teaches us the meaning of Life's truths in cap and gown?
Not the smug professor, but the laughing circus clown!
His cap is patched and jingles with the sound of jester bells.
His gown is gaudy and immense; it holds delightful spells.
He's given tenure by the crowd to caper and explain
that thinking our existence is a burden must be vain.
His lectures may be silent and be full of custard pie,
but his conclusions never blush or have to tell a lie.
Exuberant and ever keen all ignorance to throttle,
he graduates his students with a brimming seltzer bottle.
The clown is our best teacher, since he goes straight to the heart
and never complicates things like that old Rene Descartes. 

Justice and Mercy

Mosiah 15:9 -- ". . . having the bowels of mercy; being filled with compassion towards the children of men; standing betwixt them and justice . . . "

As I am growing older I'm not sure I'm more astute;
but my taste for pure compassion sure is growing more acute.
As "justice" I have found to be a ruthless thing of stone;
relentless and remorseless, never leaving man alone.
The cry for justice often has revenge as motivation;
with welfare, rights, and mercy getting no consideration.
We are all a victim at some time in our brief life,
and also play the villain during seasons of deep strife.
I hope to never take the club of justice up again,
but spread instead some kindness and some good will now and then.
To understand another and to advocate release
is what I think it means to emulate the Prince of Peace.

Easter Lines

The gate is unlocked, the wall to dust falls.
The links of the chain clamor not down the halls.
The sterile give birth, the old become silk.
The hopeless are suckled with savory milk.
The Light of the Sun unimpeded displays
all who are smitten, and heals with its rays.
To each comes exemption like rain to the drought;
with godly abandon we all ought to shout.
Not just for the day or the week or the year
but beyond the forever with no thought of fear.

To handle words from God

Mosiah 13:4 -- ". . .  because I have spoken the word of God ye have judged me that I am mad."

To handle words from God requires discipline of mind;
otherwise their power the most sturdy brain can grind.
They act just like a two-edged sword that can be grasped awry,
causing pain and anguish and the innocent to cry.
Beware the words you quote when judging others -- sacred writ
should never be a weapon unless hearts are pure and fit.
Tis madness preaching scripture to a tyrant, unless called
by the power of the Lord and by Him so installed.
Live the words of power, study them for your instruction;
but leave to those anointed all the preaching of destruction.

Scientists Grow Chicken Embryos With Dinosaur Legs In World First

(Inspired by a story by Lauren Kruczyk)

I guess we call 'em eggheads for a reason, after all;
those guys who use young chickens for their crazy protocol.
They're fooling with some powers that extend beyond the reach
of mankind as it skirts the waves upon an endless beach.
There are some things that we are not meant to know, or even guess.
Like dino legs on chickens, or why children make a mess.
We should not graft a chicken head upon an apple tree,
or try to implant gizzards in a platter of fresh brie.
Making chickens lay square eggs is cruel, and won't avoid
loud squawks from all the chickens when they get a hemorrhoid.
You researchers should stop annoying chickens and instead
try to figure out what's inside Donald Trump's thick head!

We are guiltless . . .

Mosiah 12:14 --  "And now, O king, behold, we are guiltless, and thou, O king, hast not sinned; therefore, this man has lied concerning you, and he has prophesied in vain."

The leaders of the nations do not recognize their faults;
their people, too, would rather keep their failures in deep vaults.
When prophets plead repentance there is none to make afraid
 and the path of truth, less-trodden, becomes closed with stern blockade.
The Lord will crack the shells of despots, leaders, and their mobs,
until their insides melt like wax and ev'ry nerve end throbs.
From the house tops to the cellar, deeds of darkness must reveal
all the filth of mankind's doing -- O, how much can our God heal?
Mighty though He is to save, there's some, like wretched Cain,
who never come back to the Light and in the night remain.
Save me, O God, from tyrants both outside and well within,
that purity may rule my heart and never vote for sin! 

The List

From the Wall Street Journal: "Registries have proliferated rapidly in the U.S., experts say. While some lists restrict access to law-enforcement agencies or fire officials, others can be viewed online by anyone, according to the National Conference of State Legislatures. In addition to the 50 states that publicly track sex offenders, five states including California require registration for arson. Minnesota, Illinois and six others maintain lists of methamphetamine producers. In Indiana, a public website lets visitors use Google Maps to find the location of homes that have been used as meth laboratories. Tennessee requires registration for animal abuse— something nine other state legislatures are debating. Florida law requires registration by anyone convicted of a felony of any kind for up to five years after completing the sentence." 

When stern justice has been served, and a felon serves his time,
then it's only fair that he can move past his woeful crime.
Anonymity assures that mistakes stay in the past,
so the guy or gal is free from all bigotry or caste.
But the zealous Pharisee, the unbending martinet
 wants to make a little list that all ex-cons will regret.
Not allowed a second chance, with his mug shot so displayed,
the former inmate finds himself in shackles still arrayed.
May all unforgiving men, who want vengeance measured out
with a steam shovel become of themselves a thing of doubt!

My Prostate is Teal

From the Wall Street Journal:  "A Wall Street Journal survey of the 25 U.S. counties with the largest unauthorized immigrant populations found that 20 of them have programs that pay for the low-income uninsured to have doctor visits, shots, prescription drugs, lab tests and surgeries at local providers. The services usually are inexpensive or free to participants, who must prove they live in the county but are told their immigration status doesn’t matter."

 I'm trying to be lib'ral in my thinking day by day,
 and granting to all others their just rights to work and play.
But in the past few years I've gotten bills up the wazoo 
from hospitals and doctors who say "No insurance? Pooh!"
I don't go to the ER just to shoot the breeze, you know;
or get an operation just to have a scar to show.
My itty bitty pension doesn't pay for such insurance --
so healthcare people treat me like I must have great endurance.
I've put off medications and procedures by the score,
hoping to get better (or at least avoid death's door).
And now to read that freebies come to those who are illegal
knocks me for a loop so that I'm just about spread eagle. 
So pardon me if envy turns my prostate rather teal;
 I'll sneak across the border for a decent payment deal.