My witness is in heaven.

 

The witness is in heaven/the witness is on earth/the witness of the Savior/is given all at birth/His light is everlasting and reaches ev'ry soul/and those who will receive him/are finally made whole.

Today's Dirty Verses.

 

Dirty verses are not written/by those with a conscience smitten/Dreck like that is better left/to those whose morals are bereft/I will never write such reek/(my libido is way too weak.)

From Pizzagate to QAnon is not a lengthy distance/if you have convinced yourself of Peter Pan's existence/Scamper down the rabbit hole to sniff out all the treason/then join the happy throng that's already lost their reason!

So-called Christians who reject/vaccinations as suspect/and against the Bible's will/must to God seem like a pill/He provides us cures to ease/ills, which some do treat like sleaze/Perhaps another Flood would aid/in making them less renegade. 

For out of Zion shall go forth the law

 

The law of Zion spreading wide

shall tear down unjust rules and pride.

So once again Edenic views

will surely all the earth infuse.

Then mountains ring with promise sweet

that Zion's rule parts chaff from wheat!

Today's Timericks.

 

George and Abe sell mattresses/upon this holiday/Auto loans are offered/in their patriotic way/Americans are shopping/to show they won't forget/great presidents by going/so darn deeply into debt!

No place there is like home sweet home/for terrorists to grimly roam/born and bred in USA/they lust to kill us every day/they carry guns and don't wear mask/and shoot you if you dare to ask/just why they hate their own country/to them it's all conspiracy.

I'm the Dali Lama, though I do not like to boast/That other guy I leave alone; he's just a whipping post/I was chosen as a child by monastery staff/but when I learned what it entailed/I sat right back and laughed/Who needs that kind of pressure or the expectations great/People either love you or, if Chinese, really hate/I abdicated quickly and became a dharma bum/I never have regretted living my life so humdrum.

Make me not a ruler of the people

 

Make me not a ruler over men, but just my heart.

So I can have the power to begin a brand new start.

Elected or hereditary, power in my hand

without the Savior in my life leads to a desert land.

Mercy, grace, and justice, are not mine to take or give;

the Lord alone administers the way I ought to live.

Today's Timericks.

 

I love a hard boiled egg or two/the problem is what do I do/to peel the shells without mishap/I always turn 'em into scrap/the shell and egg so intermixed/that enjoyment sure is nixed/Guess I'll fry 'em up instead/and let cholesterol strike me dead.

Republicans have good digestion/they can swallow garbage ripe/but their innards couldn't handle/Donald Trump's decaying tripe/Some now are regurgitating/all his poisonous baloney/willing to put up with colleagues/nascent acrimony. 

A poet's life is awful sweet/if you ignore the balance sheet/My reputation may improve/but not my money market groove/My idle verses gather moss/but what care I -- I have no boss/My only goal is someday that/I'll pen a new "Casey at the Bat."  

Beauty for ashes.

 

Beauty for ashes is what you can gain

by following God and not thinking it vain.

His followers know that the clinkers won't last;

that only the Lord will help them to get past

to beauty and wonder and all that is right

with daily repentance and daily delight.

Photo Essay: This week's Postcards to the President.

 

Today's timericks.

 

Watch your P's and Q's, reporters/but especially your N's/cuz otherwise you'll find yourself/with a dearth of friends/Once a pack of hypocrites has gotten on your scent/your editor abandons you/and your career has went/Take my advice and only use/the blandest of bland nouns/and you can never be accused/of going out of bounds.

Ev'ryone's a witness when it comes to Trump's high jinks/We all have read his postings on a host of public links/Baiting race and spreading hate were all his stock in trade/Anyone can testify he is a renegade/So send him on a world wide tour like presidents of old/and let him start at Gitmo, and stay there till he's old.

The Post Office is awful slow/and now it's getting slower/while stamps are going up in price/(please get me a snow blower!)/Ben Franklin wouldn't like the way/that USPS functions/and wouldn't put a bit of stock/in DeJoy's bland unctions.  

The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light

 

If men prefer to walk alone in darkness and not light

they only find dim ignorance and that all things are trite.

But those who place their hope in God will walk a sunny lane

that leads them on to joy when their true home they do regain.