Joy and gladness shall be found therein, thanksgiving and the voice of melody.

 

You just might be a Christian

if you burst into song

when things are far from perfect

and so much seems so wrong.

For faith in the Atonement

and charity performed

causes folk to warble

as their heart is warmed.

Prose Poem: Lake Erie.

 

As America becomes more partisan

and divided,

I have found a way to become

filthy rich.

It's a simple case of adopt

and then adapt.

Since everyone is sticking up

for their rights and no longer

fears being disagreeable,

our nation's infrastructure has 

come unraveled.

My company's solution:

the extendible flag pole.

When a governor wants to honor

some dead liberal or conservative

by lowering the flag to half mast,

there's always a riot and legislative

deadlock.

My poles solve the problem

by leaving the flag in place,

and sending the pole up another ten

feet or more.

In other words,

you don't move the flag --

you move the pole.

I've got orders from every state in the Union --

and Puerto Rico and the District of Columbia.

And I'm going to use my wealth

to buy Lake Erie and drain it

 for a parking lot.

In our bodies we shall see God.

 

The largest truth of our existence

is there isn't any distance

'tween ourselves and God above;

we all shall see him with great love

on that day when He shall reach

out to us to heal the breach.

Today's Timericks.

 

Mother's in the cellar

and father's on the roof;

they are wearing jackets

that are bulletproof.

Toting guns like cowboys,

they declare with glee

that a new world order

with Trump will come quickly.

They feed us kids on sardines

and powdered milk -- that's all.

And we are drilled each morning

for invasion protocol.

It's getting kind of scary;

I wish the internet

had not made them desire

to own a bayonet!  

I've thrown away a sofa;

I've thrown away a sink;

a pair of rusty fire tongs;

a coat that might be mink.

I set 'em on the curbside

to let the scroungers scrounge.

They congregate like barflies

at a cocktail lounge.

I've thought about my in-laws,

and how I wish that they

could also be discarded

on the street and hauled away . . . 

Anthony Warner knew lizards from space/were coming to conquer the whole human race/and so he decided to blow up a truck/to show all those reptiles that they'd have bad luck/messing with humans, cuz we are so crazy/we act like the movies of Mr. Scorsese. 

Photo Essay: Brand New Postcards to the President.

 

Here's the link to my very first podcast, with sports maven Steve Vincent:

https://bit.ly/3dyYa6P

Today's Timericks.

 

Bear one another's burdens,

as the scriptures tell us to --

and while you're at it criticize

the things that others do.

Each kindness to another

ought to have a little sting --

so they are not forgetting

that their life's a boxing ring.

Half a million people dead

as the Covid illness spread.

Did they have to die that way

here in our own USA?

Many might have been so spared

had our country been prepared.

Leaders bickered while we died,

so charge them now with homicide!

Monkeys are in short supply

for testing of vaccines.

So I say use Republicans;

they're close enough, it seems.

They like to howl and caper

and throw nastiness about;

and when they do not get their way

they scratch themselves & pout.

Cops and press don't always mix;

one has pens, the other sticks.

When the two cross paths too oft,

reporters learn their heads are soft.

Today's timericks.

 

Tax returns

from Donald Trump

will soon be seen

from clump to clump.

If this annoys

the right wing crowd

let them go chew

a nimbus cloud.

Doctors

are not

my best friend.

Avoiding them

is a godsend.

Ignorance

is bliss to me,

when medicos

I do not see.

Riding in a Boeing Jet

leads to something like regret.

Since it falls apart midair,

make sure you've

paid your Medicare.

In King Lear Cordelia spoke

of best and worst intentions.

The good we do, or wish to do,

are often just inventions.

How many die from violence

or from a broken heart,

to give another liberty

to make another start?

Need a good laugh?  See my latest podcast here:  https://bit.ly/3dyYa6P

Work and Pray.

 

Work and pray consistently

if you want God's guarantee,

not for wealth and fame per se,

but for hope each living day;

those who won't lie down when beat

find the Lord makes hardship sweet!

Today's timericks.

 

There was an old man in Texas/supplied by the electrical nexus/who during a storm/was not billed the norm/but got a blow to the solar plexus.  

In North Korea live a folk/most of whom soon will croak/if sanctions are not lifted/yet their blame is never shifted/to their leader who's a joke.

Lindsey Graham made a vow/No More Trump No Matter How!/Now he's golfing with the jerk/doing all his paperwork/Like the flame attracts the moth/Graham seeks that Ostrogoth.  

infrastructures cross the land/shaking like a palsied hand/no one knows just when they'll fail/from tornado, snow, or hail/raising taxes for a fix/will be Biden's greatest tricks.

Left up your heads forever.

 

Lift up your head and bow down no more.

The Lord in his mercy has settled the score.

What once was a wasteland, scattered and gone

by foolish actions now thrives with the dawn.

Fountains of honey and milk do await

those who believe God alone is all great.