THE JUDGE
I ain’t riding no high horse,
I don’t live in Ivory Towers,
I don’t claim to be the Authority,
I don’t pretend to be the Source,
Just a painter passing through,
A minstrel of meek and mortal powers;
I sing His Song and I tell The Truth,
To whomever and wherever it may be heard,
Giving kindly and gentle reminders and the occasional forceful nudge,
The SWORD and the Scales are His HOLY WORD,
The time is short and you best be ready,
Cause …………Here comes the Judge!!!! Here comes the Judge!!!!!!!
The Bearded Bellbird Helps Sound the Alarm
Behold, the Bearded Bellbird,
Stoic ……. even statuesque,
Sitting on the ZZ Top of the canopy,
The Gargoyle guards his castle,
The Accountant never leaves his desk,
He knows its more than a basic tally,
It’s all about how you figure in;
Jesus just left Chicago,
He departed Los Angeles and the Bronx,
They chased Him out of town,
Now the victims in the city cry and wonder where He went,
He says, “I’ll return with the sound of the Last Trumpet,
With the sound of a Bearded Bellbird screaming, ‘B-O-N-K-S!!!!!’
And, as always,
I’ll gladly come back sooner …….as soon as you all repent!!!”
DOGMATIC
Lost and Found,
Bailed out of the pound,
Every dog will have its day,
Fit for a collar and license,
All dogs go to Heaven,
Unless a rogue Rover gets in the way:
Some will bark at the moon and howl,
Never quite sure when they bare their teeth,
Do they smile or do they scowl?
So self-righteous and smug,
Beware – the ever watchful eye of the pedantic Pug!!!
So quick to bite the hand that needs,
They are the ones that bit the Hand that feeds,
Loving to quibble over bowls of wrath and kibble,
Puffed up with too much zest and zeal,
Guard Dogs that refuse to heel become problematic,
Sometimes we wish you weren’t quite so DOGMATIC.
Some will cower and tuck their tale,
They have no bark, they have no bite,
Never wanting to be the dog standing in the fight,
When the moneychangers take over putting the Sacred up for sale;
Abandoning Truth, abandoning absolutes,
To chase after politically correct bumper stickers,
Teaching strays to be prick kickers,
Afraid to defend, afraid to confront,
Bloodhounds that refuse to hunt,
Disaffected Grace becomes problematic,
And we really need you to be much more DOGMATIC!!!!!
Somewhere between the waggily tail and the bloody tooth,
God help us to find the right balance between Grace and Truth.
The OPTimist
Follow the Eye as it looks to the sky,
Nothing clouding my vision,
Nothing getting in my way,
Never blinking, never losing focus,
Single minded in thought and purpose,
Never distracted by all of the Hocus Pocus,
Never discouraged by what all the doubters say;
Profound perspective provides a strong foundation,
Avoiding all the peers and beams,
It’s the squinters that end up with splinters,
The prognosis is never quite as bad as it seems;
Looking through a sanguine lens,
Behold! The unobstructed view,
Mine Eye has seen the Glory,
Inspiring all that I say and all that I do,
Expanding horizons through a Spiritual dilation,
Regenerating Genesis through righteous Revelation,
Blessings fill and runneth over my cup,
As long as ever I be the Eternal Optimist,
And, …………..I keep looking UP!!!!!
The Cannibal Clock
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Chomp,
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Chomp,
Here turns the grinding gears,
Mechanized teeth stealing grins and swallowing tears,
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Chomp,
Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Chomp,
The hours chasing minutes,
The dial spins till the gap disappears,
And the time keeps tick, tick, ticking away,
Colors fade as the seasons grey,
Tripping the springs of this mortal coil,
Testing the resolve of legacy and toil,
Weighed on the scales are our deeds and crimes,
As the sun sets and the final hour chimes,
Bringing a precipitous end to another day;
The scavenger stalks and watches its prey,
Rap, tap, tapping – the Raven always knocks,
Time will always fly,
Either right before your eye,
And, greater still, if you look away,
The moth and rust ruthlessly devour,
Each and every waking hour not given in love,
One chance to live,
One chance to give,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Another January through December,
LOVE!
Before the clock swoops down from circling above,
To feast upon the carnal decay,
Time ravages everything that we do and say;
Bless our hearts and God bless this day!
We give thanks for the present,
One more opportunity to make a difference,
LOVE!!!
Take a chance and love ……….without delay!!!!!
“How Did I Get In This Position?”
I know what you’re thinking,
And, yes – that is what she said,
Or asked, really;
One hundred and two stories up,
Where the wind is brisk and chilly;
You might be thinking a damsel in distress,
But she’s just a tiny dancer in my hand,
No need for National Guard or aerial pursuit,
All attempts to foil my plan will be squashed and thwarted,
I’m holding on to this antenna,
So, to get to my point – any hostilities would just be futile and moot;
Might as well strike up the band,
Honey, put on that party dress!
Here, I’m the King and you’re my Queen,
Ready to dance, dance, ….dance the night away,
Right and able to swing to and fro,
Didn’t really ask for an audience,
But, “What the zoot!!!”
Let’s give ’em a show;
She said, “Okay, but before we begin,
I really must ask once again:
How did I get in this position?”
To which I responded, “Baby, you oughta know,
It takes two to Tango!!!”
All that being said,
My Acrophobia is setting in,
And I’m getting a touch of the vertigo,
Because I don’t like heights higher than my head,
So, here am I:
Clutching my trophy wife,
Clinging to the Empire spire,
Holding on for dear life,
Grunting and growling, “How did I get in this position?”
To which my bitty Bride replied,
“How many times do I have to remind you???!!
This is what happens when you eat spicy foods right before going to bed!!!!!”
A WRIT OF CERTIORARI
Sending up a Mass Appeal:
Inalienable Rights – not merely a suggestion,
Impervious to repeal,
No extenuating circumstance,
No situation so extreme,
If the Rights by the Creator are endowed,
Then the Rights are Sacred and Supreme!!!
Thou shalt not compromise,
Thou shalt not infringe,
You profess to be wise,
Try to be like Solomon,
But you have made a serious gaffe:
Beware – those difficult split decisions!
You’re not supposed to actually cut the baby in half!!!!!
In time will come the Harvest,
The time to gather and to sort,
And those that have been appointed to high places,
Will have to bow and answer to a HIGHER COURT.
I’ve Seen Better Cultures in a Petri Dish
Sipping Sunday satisfaction,
Seeing no evil, feeling no pain,
If they never speak of Hell,
Maybe they won’t have to put their faith into action,
Sing a song, maybe clap along,
With nodding heads acting so spiritual,
Religious rights can be so wrong,
Empty vessels leave an empty temple,
Dashing home from their weekly ritual;
I’ve seen better Cultures in a petri dish.
Eat, drink, and be Mary,
Claiming everything is relative, anything goes,
The religion of every Tom, Dick, and Harry,
Preaching tolerance under the banner of a rainbow,
But as soon as The Closer speaks,
Their true color shows,
Eager to prove no one is beyond their reach,
They betray the practice that they preach,
Abolishing absolutes and canceling free speech;
I’ve seen better Cultures in a petri dish.
THERE are SOME ANTICS in the SEMANTICS
There are some antics in the semantics,
There are illogical logistics invading the linguistics,
It’s a trick of the tell that alters the tale,
Setting up the altars of propagated idols,
Where the engine of independent thought bows down and idles,
Never fully able to rationalize all of those rational lies,
That lie just beyond fool comprehension,
Angry anchors and corroded correspondents use fictitious factors,
To discredit meddle detectors and defiant detractors,
Uncovering the discrepancies and the thinly veiled condescension;
And it’s all so spectacular,
How they have subtly changed the vernacular,
While the Devil in the details keeps changing his stories,
To rewrite and change Histories,
Till you believe the flattering fraud,
The fare trade looks like a fair trade,
And, it all looks so good and so nice,
Till it’s time to pay the toll and you see the final price,
Finally coming to terms:
The story that you bought, “your truth” that you know so well,
May not be as Absolute or as honest to GOD as you thought,
And, the difference between WHAT IS and LIKE WHAT IS,
Might be the difference between HEAVEN and Holy Hell!!!!!
How Sarcastic Fringeheads Come to Exist…
Dropping ironic anchors,
Such buried treasures are always hidden in rusty graves,
Conspicuous crowns of kings and queens,
Are lifted up and descending down the bloodlines,
Where all their offspring turn out to be scallywags and knaves,
With no missing links, no in-betweens;
Keep diving – down, down, down,
Further into the deep,
All those skeletons hiding in the closet,
They’re just secret sleepers holding onto the family jewels,
Honorable hypocrites are duty bound,
To injure with harsh words and fighting sticks,
And, in case you didn’t already know,
You have to play dirty when you roll the bones,
– Those are the only rules,
It just goes to show,
It’s so very easy to get carried away in the currents of currency,
Exchanging sand dollars and pieces of eight in a war of words,
That never should have been said;
Guard your hearts and halos, my beautiful little Angel Fish,
Because what you say can quickly turn you into
……a Sarcastic Fringehead!!!!!
The ‘SALMON’ Robin
He can Shine On like a Crazy Diamond,
He’s got a Great Gig in the Sky,
You can call him Any Color You Like,
….. Just don’t call him Pink,
And, here is the reason why:
Back in the days of his Young Lust,
When he was still just Learning to Fly,
The other birds of the Near Passerine
Would taunt and tease and were downright mean,
Usually making fun of his Rosy complexion,
While Mother Victoria seldom gave sympathy,
Or much in the way of affirming affection;
Over Time Floyd learned to fight,
Just by looking at him – it’s rather hard to tell,
But if you make the irremissible mistake,
He will show you just how fierce he has become,
And you, my friend, would be wise ……. to RUN LIKE HELL!!!!!!!
The SOULICITOR
Commence the Commerce,
A Captain of Industry since the day he was born,
Watch the Wallet, Pinch the Purse,
Illogically making Cents from dusk till dawn
Till the Dollar has been shorn;
Buying low and Selling high,
There’s always another Upsell
So he’ll Retail in full detail till it’s finally time to say, “Goodbye!”
Can’t Buy me love,
Can’t Buy back the time
But he’ll give it another try
Reciting his favorite line.
“And remember….. You’re my Number One Customer!!!”
Sold his spleen for more AD Space,
Got a dozen other organs packed in ice,
Contacts mysteriously disappear without a trace,
Roll the bones, throw the dice,
Playing a game impossible to Win,
So contrived and controversial:
The Selling of one’s own Soul,
As the Product Placement gets under our skin
His transformation is now complete
– Transitioning from a living man to a walking Informercial!!!!!
TICKLE (An Abbreviated History of the Wicked Wet Willie)
Out of the Sewer,
Out of the Cellar,
Creeps a dirty Rat
Pointing a Long Soggy Finger
and sporting the Devil’s old magic hat;
To and fro’
All about the Earth he slinks,
Listening for a Lie to hear,
And when he thinks
He has found a receptive prey,
He wriggles that soggy Finger in their Ear
To see if they like the Lie
That someone was privy to say;
Initially the Rumors, Innuendo, and Deception
Did not receive a welcome reception,
For where the Truth was told and always made clear
Folks were wise and weary of the Dangers
And they knew how the Consequences tend to grow and linger.
They did not like the Lies
And they hated that long soggy Finger!!!
Over the years,
Through change of season and diminished generational return,
The Truth wasn’t shared as much,
Absolutes were no longer a Core subject that students were required to Learn;
Eventually the masses were running around
With seared Consciences and itchy Ears,
With hardened Hearts, self-serving Desires, and Minds that were Fickle,
They began to celebrate the Lies,
Turning their heads and closing their eyes,
Desperately begging that dirty ol’ Rat for another Tickle…… another Tickle. …….. another Tickle.
FEAST YOUR EYES (It’s a Monster!!!)
Drop dead legs
Put a smile on my face,
Push ups, garters, and bikini briefs,
Love to see them
Dressed in satin and lace;
Consuming thoughts like seductive thieves,
Its better to move on, Better to make haste,
Lest your Lust Overindulge
After convincing yourself
That a peep is just a little Taste;
Prolonged meditiation will surely materialize,
Reanimating the sleeping Monster
Whenever you idle ……. and Feast Your Eyes.
The PsychLops
Prophets of Baal,
Putting the public in a trance,
Pushing agendas and media slants,
Suggest it best not to subscribe,
Abstain from access Cable,
Carrying on with rhetoric and propaganda chants,
You can’t straddle both sides,
Better watch your stance,
Sacrificial Lies lay upon the Altar,
They continue to shout and dance,
But the only thing catching fire is their pants;
One Eyed Monsters and Psychotic Companions
Forecasting Futures and the weather,
Broadcast over the mountain,
Cutting through Grand Canyons,
How big must that bird have been?
Tried to knock us over with a Feather.
Fire up the Breaking News!
Anchors feasting on cold varmint stews,
Where’s the Ketchup?!!!
Where’s the Proof?!!!
Someone’s got a Beef,
But I WANT THE TRUTH!!!,
Channel surfing the choral reef,
They’re all singing the same old song,
Off Key and out of tune,
Waves and ratings are crashing,
Cause they got the lyrics all wrong,
And the Saints will go marching in very soon!
One Eyed Monsters and Hairy Houdinis,
Loading the Deck and using slight of hand,
Which Card did you pick?
They’re still betting that you’ll never guess
Where the King is really at,
In the end we all shall see
……….Who pulls the Rabbit from the Magic Hat.
What DO You MAKE of This???!!!!!!….
Sunrise,
Open your Eyes,
It’s a Brand New Day!!!
Another Golden Opportunity,
Make the Most of the Provision:
Some MAKE a WAY,
Some MAKE excuses;
Testifies,
Open your Mouth,
Speak the WORD that MULTIPLIES!!!
Another SECOND CHANCE,
Make the Most of the Admission:
Some MAKE FORTUNES,
Some MAKE excuses;
SURPRISE!!!
Open your Heart,
A KISS awaits to Reemphasize,
Another LOVING EMBRACE,
Make the Most of the Proposition:
Some MAKE LOVE,
Some just MAKE excuses;
Magnifies,
Open your Hands,
Wielding the WILL to ENERGIZE,
Another CHOICE PRESENTED,
OVERCOME the Opposition!!!
Some MAKE a DIFFERENCE,
While others just MAKE excuses.
Ecclesiastes
Vanity! Vanity!
Oh, the Humanity!!!
Abra Cadabra, the Magic is done
When there’s nothing new left under the sun,
She left the Orchard
When I started chasing other Gazelles for fun;
Sunrise, sunset,
Must have been a total eclipse of the Heart,
Phhuuwwweeeeeeet – Phheeeww!!!
The Wind don’t whistle any more,
Kept circling back to the start
Till we forgot what we were whirling for;
A rolling stone gathers no moss,
Won one thousand wives,
Took the Winnings at a Loss,
Eyes like daggers, teeth like knives
Leaves me singing along with Mick Jagger’s
“Can’t Get No Satisfaction!”
Used to sing the Song of Songs
Till we broke the Cardinal Rules of Trust and Attraction;
Got monumental towers,
Limitless treasures and unparalleled powers,
Blessed with Wisdom and dressed like the flowers,
But you’re the only thing I want and adore,
Now I’m quoting 1 Corinthians 7:4,
“You’re the only one, Baby,
That can make my Heart stir!”
To which she bats her Eyes,
Strutting as she passes by,
She smiles and gives a coy reply,
“Perhaps you might want to reconsider your polygamous stunt.
Here is a Word to the Wise:
If you want this Pussy to Purr,
Your Rover better remember where to Hunt!”
The Owlgorythm
1 – 0 -0011 – 10 – 101
Calculations and Computations got us always on the run,
Talking Heads are spinning
Watch out for that tied and twisted tongue,
Dodging Divisible Digits
Facing Formulaic Facts is rarely ever fun,
Sequence to the Square Root
To solve a Recurrent Problem,
But the cunning Owl keeps playing dirty tricks
Perpetuating Illegal Procedures
Making it impossible to see
Beyond the Equation of Pixels and Megabytes,
The Solution repeatedly being swallowed
With the resounding, …”A One, A Two, A Three!!!”
The Lanternbug (A Horrible Hobbit Hopper)
Bilbo Pyrops
Is a happy, sappy camper
Living high in Treetops,
A snappy little Pappy
Feasting on the cream of the Crops;
A Lanternfly
Quick to tell a Lie,
A psychedelic Pinocchio:
His nose will Grow
But it will never Glow
Until the Riddles and interrogation stops;
Could this be Magic?
Strange Magic coming on,
Could this end tragic?
Adventure often does:
He’ll steal the Gold
Take life from the Rings
– A Hopping mad Hobbit
That doesn’t really need his Wings,
A Gobbling Gollum to be
Quickly turning past the Fold,
Declaring, “Middle Earth and trees be lost!”
The Greedy Glutton cares not the cost
As long as he gets his Second Breakfast and
…. another Spot of Tea.
ARROWS (The Archer’s Paradox)
Sharpen the Arrows in your Quiver
Sharpen the Arrows in your Quiver
Drawing back
Ready to Deliver
Here’s your Shot,
Here’s your Chance,
Give it all you’ve got
Check your Form, check your Stance
Sharpen the Arrows in your Quiver
Sharpen the arrows in your Quiver
Drawing back
Ready to Deliver
Now is the Time,
Here is the Place,
Holding the Balance
Holding on to Truth and Grace
Holding steady as:
Shadows Fall, Darkness Descends
An ominous Fate advances
As countless Arrows have gone astray
Missing their Marks
Disappearing into desolate Expanses
Sharpen the Arrows in your Quiver
Sharpen the Arrows in your Quiver
Taking careful Aim
Ready to Deliver
A Glimmer of Hope
A Flare of Faith
A Shot of Love
A Future burning Bright and Strong
Ignited by the Arrows passing through
Illuminating Generations long after Bow and Archer are Gone
As long as our Integrity and our Aim are True.
Psalm 127: 3 – 5
3 Children are indeed a heritage from the LORD, and the fruit of the womb is His reward. 4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are children born in one’s youth. 5 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. He will not be put to shame when he confronts the enemies at the gate.…
The Manic Minstrel 