THE LORD CLEANED MY COMPUTER
(or arranged it!)
To say that God cleaned it
Is to say He arranged the act…
There is no doubt that without His clout
I once again would have been smacked.
The on-line guy never called back
So I was left in the lurch…
I asked Pastor for prayer and
He and others prayed right in church.
My neighbor introduced me to the man who
Had been fixing computers a while…
He didn’t upload what I wanted,
But left me with a smile.
He did as he’d normally done,
Cleaned and set things up right…
So now I’m safer with protection besides
And the cost was much less of a fright!
The Lord in His mercy sent someone along,
Of that I am entirely convinced…
If I had gone with my original plan,
The bank account would have winced!
MY PASSING FRIEND
She’s the only one who remarked
About my freshly shorn hair…
The one who always stops
To smile when I’m there.
She is a good friend in passing
Nearly every night…
Never for harassing
But for spreading delight!
The ending of Sarah’s workday
Near the beginning of mine….
Coincides with a pleasant exchange
For one passing point of time.
HE’S MAKING IT PERSONAL
(Political and religious opinion piece)
Today’s “ISRAEL NOW NEWS”
Reported our President’s views…
Unhidden by slant
We hear his rant
Denying survival rights to Jews.
His “white boy”–namely Biden,
Put on notice the Jews he was riding…
To look to Israel
To find survival,
No longer by America’s deciding.
Presidents flipping birds
To Israeli leader’s words…
Like little boys flipping dog turds!
TOYING WITH TANKA
Been taken as a fool
A two-hundred dollar school,
Burning with laughter
Their laughter–smiling at me
Smilingly to the bank vault!
Pulling worms out at their will
Filling nests of happy broods
Serenading the damp woods!
STIR NOT UP LOVE OUT OF ITS TIME!
(Opinion, based upon Song of Songs 2:7)
Song of Solomon two: seven,
Reminding of the right time for heaven…
Out of context
Is frustrating sex,
Add reason to loaves with leaven.
Sing and dance while you’re young,
Older folks, more foolishly done…
Make good reasons
Accepting you are also-run!
Pressure without outlet
Just how stupid we get…
Romance out of time
Invites inner grime
When we are told, “NYET!”.
NO DIFFERENT “DOWN EAST”
We’d like to visit Maine,
But now it’s much the same…
Melting snow piles
And weary smiles
Waiting for springtime plain.
Like us they’re tired
By long hours
Fighting snow showers
Paying the extra plows hired.
Nearly out of salt
To keep up the lively assault…
Icy ones goad
Town employees to help out.