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What is MAN?
The image and likeness of God,
A servant of Jesus the Lord,
The evidence of His word.

What is Man?
Nothing but ashes and dust,
Nothing but malice and lust,
Nothing that any should trust.

What is MAN?
Nothing but woeful and vain,
Nothing is he, but inane,
Nothing does he, but complain.

What is MAN?
Nothing of value from birth,
Nothing of any great worth,
Nothing but scourge of the earth.

What is MAN?
Nothing but lost and alone,
Nothing for sin, can atone,
Nothing but dead in his own
Sin.

What is MAN?
NOTHING.
Nothing at all, without Jesus.

My heart was crushed as I remembered
Your sweet whispers of nothing that tickled my ear.
A tear drew a crooked path upon my cheek
And I found myself wishing you were here.

I remember the way you touched me
And found my lips smiling at the thought.
I remember too how the lights danced
In your twinkling dark bright eyes.

Do you remember the way my fingers traced
Your tender skin, the outline of your body?
Remember when how we kissed,
Our breath quickened, and it tasted like honey?

Then oneday our happiness was all swept away
And I thought that day my heart would break
As my screams broke the silence -
Even the rose you gave me bled.

I wanted to die when you died,
Wanted to cry till I was dry.
My crushed heart and the bleeding rose
And sweet memories of you are all that's left.

I DO NOT KNOW IF I CAN USE PROFANITY BUT NOT FOR SELATIOUS RESONS BUT RATHER USED AS EXCLAMATION POINTS. Better safe than sorry I’M CERTAIN YOU’LL BE ABLE TO DECIPHER THE *********’S thanks

MALICE IN BLUNDERLAND
New born babies are being brutalized by a bastion of bastards and b*****s
S**t I couldn’t do that if I were offered untold riches
All the money in the world couldn’t motivate me to commit such an atrocity
As the blood of beautiful babies flow due to a self-serving monstrosity

I hear of all the babes who are stabbed, shot or beaten to death
The tiny ones who were only recently blessed by their birth’s first breath
But all too soon a baby’s blessing of breath becomes an acerbic curse
When heathens head a hoard of men to codify the madness of a monster or worse

The devil is their kin while hellish horror is their credo and misbegotten belief
Because too many babes are born to be baptized and bastardized by gargantuan grief
It’s a staggering and insipid account I hear far too often
With snapshots in living color of another corpse in a tiny coffin

Infants are instantaneously incinerated when insanity comes quite caustically to call
I just don’t see how you steal a little kid playing football
How the hell they can do it is, fortuitously for me, something I will never understand
While junkies such as myself don’t life a hand
As the unrighteous and unholy ogres who see babes as souls to murder, mutilate and maul
And is there anyone guarding and guiding this all?
Babes birthed by the grandiose and aggrandized are being brutally slain
And their parent’s tears fall like arid tears as does the desert rain
As some heinous individual ignores the severity of a parent’s needs
And thanks to the mortician that babe no longer bleeds
As these
Babes birthed by the grandiose and aggrandized babies are being butchered by brutal brutes with despicable malice
While a mahogany and gold leafed casket becomes an innocent’s eternal chalice
© 2011.…..~Phree!~

THIS MAN CRIES
GOD DENIES
THIS MAN WEEPS
GOD SLEEPS
THIS MAN HOPES
GOD NOPES
THIS MAN WISHE
GOD FISHES
THIS MAN PRAYS
GOD NAYS
THIS MAN PREPARES
GOD DARES
THIS MAN PROPOSES
GOD DOZES
THIS MAN PLOTS
GOD TIGHTENS HIS KNOTS
THIS MAN DESIGNS
GOD WINES AND DINES
hE WATCHES THIS MAN STRATIGIZE
GOD DEFIES
THIS MAN EXPECTS
GOD NEGLECTS
THIS MAN DESIRES
GOD SETS FIRES
THIS MAN CHANCES
GOD DANCES
THIS MAN CALCULATES
GOD MANIPULATES
THIS MAN MANAGES
GOD DAMAGES
THIS MAN CREATES
GOD'S GOODNESS ABATES
THIS MAN LOOSES
BECAUSE GOD REFUSES
THIS MAN IS BUT A MAN
WHILST THIS MAN FAILS ACCORDING TO GOD'S PLAN
(C) 2011....free cee!~

~ Thanksgiving ~

Thanksgiving a day of remembrance
of golden days passed bye

Prayers of Thanksgiving, that your living family
is in good health and prayers for the remembrance of our dead

Memory of the years passed bye and of future one’s of enjoyable times

Aroma of Thanksgiving holiday cooking
floating thru out the house

Saying a Thanksgiving’s prayer,
so that we can dig in to a holiday dinner that’s awaiting us there!

Bountiful turkey surrounded by good people and sumptuous Thanksgiving food!

~ May God Bless every one ~
Amen

Poet
JimEee

I know if I sit quietly in your presence
To me you will impart your essence.
I feel your pain and anguish as you linger in
The solemn and drawn shadows of your inner being.
As I sense your deepness, you mood unfurls
As you inspire my thoughts processing them into words.
I cannot fathom in one day all the pain
The anger, the anguish, the torment, the rage.
I try to understand by listening to your words
By sensing your inner most being - letting it unfurl
As I sit quietly in your captivating presence
Waiting for you to impart to me your essence.

I haven’t been here long,
But it feels like it.
Can’t tell if I’m wrong,
But it seems like it.
I need to be strong,
Yes, my will heeds it.
With a prayer and a song,
I may come through it:
Not sure I belong, here…
Too early to quit.

The first time that I ever laid my eyes on you
I could feel a fire burning within and a touch so warm and true
I thought that i had been in love before
But then i dont really think i had
My life was going backwards in time and making me feel so sad
But then you came along when i need you most
And you were always right by my side
And if i ever fel the need to escape from you girl
There wouldn’t be a place to hide
I would stay with you from dawn till dusk
I would never let you down
Your’e a real lady i love you alot and i need to have you round

Inside, outside, up-side down,
Which way should I wear my crown?
Turn me over and spin me around;
Leave me dizzy on the ground.

I lost my cat but now she’s found;
It cost 2 pennies and a pound
To get the guy to bring her round.
And now she’s sleeping – safe and sound.

Went for a stroll about the town,
Stopped at a shop and bought a gown.
Earthy colours, yes, green and brown
Adorned it’s surface…joys abound.

At the circus met a clown
Who sat limply, with a frown.
In his hands was tightly wound
A poster pic of Howard the Hound.

He perched himself upon the mound
That Howard the dog would often bound
To show his tricks - the crowds astound.
“But, alas!” He cried, “the pooch did drown”.

"Lord, you are my God; I will exalt you and praise your name,
for in perfect faithfulness you have done wonderful things,
things planned long ago".(Isaiah 25:1)


Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
And flow they often do.
To everyone who’s born of God,
To you, and you, and you.


Don’t be ashamed to praise the Lord
If things aren’t going right.
It’s good for you to praise Him still,
It’ll get rid of the blight.


When you give praise unto the Lord,
It makes His heart feel good.
And then is when you’ll feel like things
Are working as they should.


But best of all is that such praise
Gives you the upper hand.
‘Cause Satan’s plan to steal your joy,
Gets buried in the sand.