And The Priests Said No Divorce -Amen?
She married him, that evil incarnate.
Frail looking facade of a false man
With so much of unresolved hate,
But one she had tried to understand.
Those abject years were filled with pain
But Jean had to stay for the children
Her mind messed up and emotions drained
From getting beaten up so very often.
One day he hit her head on the table
With gun in his hand and ready to shoot
The blood from her eyes made her unable
To run away as a bullet hit her foot.
That vile and vicious scum of this earth
Kept hitting her head till she fainted
So high on his drugs and soul full of dirt
Violence alive, never was so demented.
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Unless The Lord Build the House (Narrative)
There was a well-known pastor
So effective in ministry
The congregation's favor
Blessed him well materially.
He preached so eloquently
And with his wife they served,
Their time spent in activity,
Recognition well-deserved.
They traveled to and fro
For sermons in all places
Their children left and so
Their son fell from God's graces.
They say most pastor's kids
End up in gross rebellion,
Without the care he needs
He fell into temptation.
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Sister Elly Ann
Religious garb is never a guarantee
Some wear robes just to look pious
But they are not what they seem to be
When their actions reveal what is obvious.
Such is the character of that disturbed nun
The principal of my daughter's high school
Who went by the name of Sister Elly Ann
She had the bad temper of a raging bull.
One day the students were given punishment
For one reason or another by this nun
All the girls in one class to the streets were sent
Out to walk in the seething heat of the sun
In one long line walked the poor young students
At the noontime heat of thirty-three degrees
Around the block and then back again
Until some of them fainted, some fell on their knees.
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A Failed Leadership
A path was drawn for his leadership,
No man had ever been more blessed,
Destined by God to loosen the grip
Of Philistine hold and grant Israel rest.
Born through the hand of the Almighty,
To a sterile woman and set apart for God,
A Nazirite from birth, strong physically,
He sadly grew up to be a stubborn lad.
He was weak with women and in character,
Devoid of respect and had a quick temper,
Prone to resolve all issues with anger
Through violent rage ending up with murder.
With all his physique, he failed to free
His land Israel from her captivity.
Revenge was his focus, his main agenda
Till he fell in love with sly Delilah.
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My Heart Worships You (Psalm)
O Lord, this world has nothing
To offer for my happiness
I found in You my everything
My life's so wonderfully blessed.
From birth, Lord, You have known me
You wove me in my mother's womb
You care for me so faithfully-
Love from the cradle to my tomb.
All my days are in Your Book,
You know the words that leave my lips,
My heart has yearned for years to look
For You the God that I worship.
Now You have found me I will be
All Yours my God for eternity,
Your love like Fire consumes completely,
Justice, Righteousness there for me.
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Emilie
From distant childhood, she grew up craving
Deprived of love and tender caring
Her mother's death in childbirth paved
An essential need a child had to waive.
In sterile parenting her father tried,
To raise five daughters all in stride.
His excessive anger bred from grief
Sowed a deep sadness with no relief.
Her unloving siblings, they gave vent
To grave abuse and tantrums spent
Her childlike psyche warped, distorted
In age had grown, but now aborted.
Physical presence failed in fruition
To give her a bond of mutual affection
Discord and revenge was her frenzied stage
A child whose life was broken by rage.
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Mabuhay Philippines!
Though my country is at its lowest
I firmly believe that it will ably pass the test
Though the nations will grope in financial needs
My country's resources its people will feed.
We have plenty of water and our seas produce fish
Our land grows everything and its womb is not selfish
We can make our food in all natural growth
We can harvest the best fruits the world ever sought
They say we are poor yet our malls are all selling
Our people have cellphones, the latest cars they're buying.
The investors are coming here, realty business is booming
Condominums fast rising and like mushrooms a-blooming.
We have pearls in our seas, we have gold in our mountains
Our silver is the best and its sources are a bargain
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Two Hundred Years And Falling
'A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government. It can only exist until the voters discover they can vote themselves excessive gratuities from the public treasury.
From that moment on the majority always votes for the candidates promising the most benefits from the treasury, with the result that a democracy collapses over loose fiscal policy, always followed by a dictatorship.'
(Professor Alexander Tyler
The Fall of the Athenian Republic)
The world's greatest civilizations
On average lasted two hundred years.
The Assyrians, Greeks and Babylonians,
Destroyed and fallen, have disappeared.
And even that great Roman Empire,
That mighty conqueror of the West
Fell from its grandeur, state so dire-
Only its ruin can to its name attest.
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Read This All Writers! ! ! ! ! !
Title stealer and copier
When will you learn originality?
You are worst than a habitual lier
With your habit of duplicity!
Grow up in your literary woes
Shed off that weak inadequacy
Your constant copying just shows
A writer marked by hypocrisy
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POEM / AUTHOR........................................... ...............COPIED TITLE/
AUTHOR
'April' by Ency Bearis 'April Song' by Kraas
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Ichabod - The Story of Discontent (Narrative)
This story's for the humble
And I'll hide identities
For it may make you stumble
To know the realities.
It's about a nice preacher
Of a known denomination
Who aspired to be richer
Through his good congregation.
In a rented house he lived
With his lovely wife and children
But he wanted to receive
A better blessing from men.
So without much ado
He relayed in his preaching
A new house will do
So increase with your giving.
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