Be still and know that God still reigns
over mountain range and plains,
controls the sky and vasty deep,
and all His promises will keep.
Oil the hinges of your heart
to open up a brand new start!
Biden asks for trillions more
to keep folks from growing poor,
and to spread the blest vaccine --
so I'll take a limousine
to the nearest CVS
to start spending his largesse.
Democrats in Congress, busy?
So much so it keeps them dizzy!
Arraigning Trump while backing Biden
makes their ulcers start to widen.
Republicans are more discreet --
but they will always drag their feet.
Curfew time in France is six
for Parisiennes and hicks.
This should stop the virus spreading,
but romance will need retreading --
sugar daddies home so early
will make mistresses quite surly.
Does anyone mail postcards
on this plant-based protein plane --
anymore?
Or does the brain view scribbled notes
of memes with tired listless quotes
hand-sorted like a bag of oats
as prehistoric shards?
I'd still like one, por favor.
Shedding light where darkness reigns,
breaking ignorance and chains;
comprehending brightness shines
from the Christ and his guidelines.
Scoffers find their beacons weak
when the Lord they will not seek.
The heart that is hollow/can never much follow/the kind invitation of Christ/When motives are narrow/concerned with one's marrow/then loyalty is thinly sliced/Lord, help me to settle/become a rose petal/in thy sweet garden anon/so, never divided/with you I have sided/to enter a glorious dawn.
The heart that is hollow/unable to follow/the teachings of God up above/without subtle quibble/will find but a dribble/of Heavenly Father's great love.
I saw the young woman in the roots
of a large tropical tree
during my last trip to
the Marmalade Isles.
I fell in love with her.
Naturally.
I told her I loved her
but she only fled silently
into the jungle.
I pursued her, but got lost.
Naturally.
Some natives guided me back
to my hotel,
where I used Face Recognition Technology
to identify my newly beloved
and went to her house.
Naturally.
I didn't ask for her; I asked
for her parents.
Naturally.
That's how things are done
on the Marmalade Isles.
They invited me in for
camphor biscuits and hibiscus
tea.
We spoke of love and desire,
and the imminence of death.
I was old, she was young.
I gave them a bag of Krugerrands.
Naturally.
But their daughter only went
deeper into the roots of the
tropical trees, and I lost her
forever.
I respected her decision.
But I did ask for the Krugerrands back.
Naturally.
Whenever I make curry/I make it kinda hot/in fact it is so spicy/it often melts the pot/Mixed with rice and fish sauce/it will not harm your throat/that is, if you've the innards/of any common goat.
"Capitol Riot Threatens Trump’s Already Hurting Business." (WSJ)
When monkey bizness triumphs/over common sense/bizness owners find out/there's little recompense/Trump's plans have come a cropper/and soon he'll be a pauper/Now isn't that a whopper/despite all his pretense?
Inaugurals are fraught with cheer/but not the one we have this year/To keep it safe and riot-free/there'll be extreme security/In fact, when Biden takes the pledge/he'll be surrounded by a hedge/of guards so thick you will not see/the Chief Exec entirely.
The lobster is a briny dish/unparalleled among the fish/or other critters in the sea/as apex of gastronomy/But whether turned to thermidor/or freshly served from tidal bore/my ancient stomach starts to thunder/when I eat it, way down under/Langoustine, I bid thee gone/else I'll be up until it's dawn . . . .
Fools mock, but they shall mourn
when their pride is left forlorn.
Built upon a rock secure,
the godly know they shall endure --
though not by merit or birthplace,
but only through the Savior's grace!
