The announcer ;
Hark, who goes there?

Physician;
It is I the village physician
“I have come to bring forth
the birth of the newborn KING”
Physician ; Pray your name kind sir

The announcer;
“I am tasked to
Harold in the birth
Of our blessed King”

Physician;
Time is it hand?

Announcer;
“Hark, the Herald Angels sing
Glory to our newborn King”


OK this is a little lame but it’s the best I could do for this word of the day lol

Inspired song
Hark, the Herald Angels sing, with lyrics
By   Christmas songs and carols

I wanted to Serve
I Volunteered to Serve.
I Knew what I was Doing.
I Would do it Again.
Marine Corp.

Thank God
For people like these
An American Patriot
Though and Though

A call to arms
Field loyalty
The Conditions for
coming to America

Millions of soldiers died
For  the price of freedom
Those who want
to come to America

Must serve in the military
There are many positions ,
Women want equal rights
a mandatory two years  

before they can become a
United States citizen.
They must go through
the nationalization process ;

Learn English
Choose to assimilate
Into the great melting ***
Called America

Criminals, breaking a law
have no place here
They will be returned to their country
Not allowed to return

after learning our laws
The bill of rights, constitution,
the ceremony swearing allegiance
to our country Welcome to America.

There are many ways to serve
I’m tired of people acting
like they deserve to be here
In Battle, war, or  reserve

We all have a price to pay
If they don’t want to comply
No need to ask why,
No Documents no enter

If they ditch their ID,
So they can’t be identified
And we find it on the ground,
Now we have their face in a database
.
Send them packing.
I’m sure they’ll
come up with an ID.
nothing is FREE
.
If they’re caught hiding
A Got Away found
They refused our terms
If they came within nefarious intent
An Attempted coup take over
GO HOME

That’s what’s happening now
Illegals are taking over our cities and towns
When you see 100,000 Palestinians protest
We need to learn  who is illegitimately here.

We are the voice of our generation
From all walks of life
Sharing our joy and pain

We are representatives of a society that struggles
We feel the passion to voice our views
We are stirred to write  out of necessary
A yearning to voice our thoughts

Well after we are gone our words are forever in print
For future generations to study and learn
Who we were and what we were thinking And WHY
Our struggles, our points of view matter more the we will ever know

Our voice matters
While we need to respect other points of views
We must also stand strong  for what be truly believe
Defending our hope, pride, and the American way

In other countries people right to freely say what they think
Is not permitted
Stifled by a leadership serpressing their freedom and voice
Their opinions

As long as we are free and proud our voice must be heard
In retrospect this is a tremendous honor and burden
To be the voice of reason for our Generation

They say (whoever they are )
We are the sum of
All events in our past

Exsperiences
Are what facilitate us
With who we are today

They say
We spend our whole adult life
getting over our childhood

I say
do not let your past dictate
who you are
rather
let it assist you
with
who you want
to become

Freedom from silence
Solis our reliance
Question conscience
they can’t steal

Our secret thoughts
Subvert their power
Mind control
breakthrough

Echoes of the past
the die has been cast
beyond our control
We sold our soul

Dystopian Society
Stripping our propriety
ravaged by disease
Our existence under siege

struggle to survive
Hunger starving barely alive

Under the aegis of loving grandparents
children raised of the heavenly host
In the father, his son, and the Holy Ghost
grandchildren here tales of their parents
As children generations taught Bible stories they learn of their lessons and glories

Everyone Sang The Jesus loves me song
“Little ones to him belong
They are weak but he is strong  
Yes, Jesus loves me for the Bible tells me so” 
 Their four year old Granddaughter
Gets down on her knees each night to pray
This precocious child has a lot to say

The era back in the day when everyone
Dressed their best for Sunday Service
Easter perfect parents were nervous
Moms made matching outfit for her girls.  
They did their hair in ringlet curls

Shiny white Mary Jane shoes with either
Tights or triple layer lace ruffled socks
A frilly dress, and purse that locks
Wore forget me, Nots
Easter bonnet with flowers upon it
The girls made themselves.
White gloves, just like mother top shelves
Coordinated Easter basket to keep them occupied money for the offering plate, tied

The family took an innocent four year old to see a reenactment of passion of Christ
The play opens
The Olive Grove scene at Gethsemane
Jesus comes on stage then his enemies

The little girl Jumped up, stood on the chair
Her mother asks what are you doing there
“I want to show Jesus my new Easter Hat”
She beamed as a matter of fact

The grandmother wrapped her loving
Arms around the child
Whispering softly in her ear
“It’s not real they are actors”

The soldiers started pushing, shoving
Yelling at Jesus grabbing him not loving
The little girl’s eyes opened wide
Her hands over her face to hide
Peeking through her fingers
Her terror lingers

The grandmother wraps, your loving
arms around the child
whispering softly in her ear
“It’s not real they are acting”

But the little girl persisted
Unable to look away she insisted
She shook her head She didn’t understand
She took  her grandmother by her hand
She started to sob “please help Jesus”

The grandmother wraps, your loving
Arms Around the child
Whispering softly in her ear
“ it’s not real they are actors”
But the child can’t be consoled
The child wouldn’t hear what she was told

Final act
Jesus was being nailed to The Cross
His life, Paid the cost Satan’s loss
A large spike in the soldier’s hand
Then there was a loud BANG
The hammer hit The cross of wood
The little girl tried to get to him but no good
The audience jumps and screams
Some laughs nervously at this scene

The grandmother wraps, her loving
Arms around the child
Whispering Softly in her ear
“ it’s not real they’re actors”

The little girl lets out a shout
a blood cuddling Scream
” Nooo STOP DONT HURT JESUS”
Standing on her chair
For someone to care
She searched strangers, eyes
Her face ask the question why

The grandmother wrapped her loving
Arms around the child
Whispered softly in her ear
“ it’s not real they are actors”

The innocent child shaken to her core
A new raw emotion to explore
By the grace of God, the powers that be
For the first time the grandmother
Can except the Child’s plea
to SEE through the innocent child’s eyes
And Now understand why she cries

The audience becomes transfixed on this innocent little girl and her ringlet curls
For the first time the people in the room
Understood what it meant, An empty tomb
They no longer saw just a play,
they witnessed The totality The reality
through The eyes of a trusting child.

On TV today we watch acts of violence, ****** deviance, gratuitous actions killing Breaking every commandment
All in the name of entertainment.
People tell themselves  
“it’s not real they’re just acting”.

What is our culture feeding us
An evil we don’t see oblivious,
until
We looked through the eyes of a Child
This was based on actual events
Perhaps it was heaven sent

Thunder Thunderstorm in the sky
My scarred doggie Asking why

Thunder Thunderstorm  in the sky
My frightened doggie
Wants the noice to go away
whimpering he has to say

Thunder thunderstorms shake the house
My fragile dogie quiet as a mouse
As the lightening fills the room
Doggie can feel my scared gloom
As the sheets of rain beat the ceiling
My doggie behavior is revealing
With questioning eyes he knows
This is not how a storm usually goes

Thunder thunderstorms in the sky
My doggie shivers that is his fear cry


Thunder Thunderstorm in the sky
Speaks to lightning not sure why
As suddenly as it started then all day long

Lightning Thunderstorms  are now gone
My doggie snores a peaceful song

To market to market to buy a fat pig
home again ,home again Jiggitty jig

Everything Skyrocketing
Taxation, government pocketing

Food cost on the rise
the price of steak and fries
$26 for steak, an outrage
Who sets the price? what is the gage?
That’s not even organic, free range
It’s mysterious , very strange

Gasoline $5.89 a gallon
Which doesn’t last
Longing for the prices of the past

Now Everything 3 Times more expensive.
What use to cost $100  now cost $300..

In the market, I heard families talking. “How much money do we have left “and oh my gosh the meat is $30.
“How much do we have in our budget?”. These  quotes from a family of five and the woman looked panicked,
plus. She was pregnant, one on the way
Her face frantic, she had nothing to say

A list in hand carefully selecting
only what’s on sale.
Frustration, realization, A life tale
Baby crying in the cart
Changing their budget
now they start
Watching broke my heart

These are real observations
at the market today.
It took my breath away

Many Products have gone away.
I asked the butcher
” I don’t see any petite sirloin roasts
had I made a mistake?”
“no” he reply “
nobody buys those anymore. “
I ask “well I’d like to buy one and
cut it up into individual steaks
It’s cheaper” The situation getting Bleeker
His reply” that’s what we do with them.
Ma’am , If you want a whole one,
I’ll be glad to see if we have any left”

Winco is employee stock ownership plan
The employees have a share, so they care
I bought three bags of food; milk, eggs just a few things, no meat, the cost was $96.

Even the cost of a bags
Increased, from $.10 to 12 cents
I know that doesn’t seem like a lot  
but everything adds up. With the limited income, most Americans have got

Now we’re learning there’s poison in everything ;  in bottled water, toilet paper,
in our fruit, in our grain,
pesticides, GMO, GM, Chemical poisons
All these factors can drive one insane

How  do we know what to buy
people just want to cry
Research, research, research.
The CDC tells you
it’s all in the open,
they no longer need to lie

We were told to move away from tap water,
Poisonous chemicals Chlorine and fluoride
The beginning of a long and arduous ride

My friend took a shower
and broke out into a rash
What do you do for itch medicine  
without any cash?

They no longer scream conspiracy theory
Check the Internet, do a query
You will find what I say is true
All the things we are learning,
We never knew
Now, what course changes can we do?

“What now deer”?
As more things are starting to disappear, empty shelves, are what Americans fear
but nobody wants to believe
it’s happening here!

Humanity on the decline
Staying quiet is no longer fine

To market to market to buy a fat pig
Home again home again Jiggitty jig

It has been brought to my attention
that two people from
Hello poetry
are trying to track me
for purposes unknown.
My iPhone alerts
me daily of such
dangerous.
It could be quite possible
there is more than one
name of these particular individuals
but it’s something to be made aware of. Kim Johanna Baker and Pamela Ray
come up with daily tracking on my phone.
I have not posted in quite a while
so imagine my surprise
I wonder if anyone else
has come across something similar?
I have notified hello poetry.
I wanted to bring it
out in the open to other poets.
It’s quite possible  
there are more than one
of these people   on this site
with the same names.
so PLEASE
do not attack these people.
because we don’t even know
if it’s them or somebody
posing to be them.
I never thought
evil intentions  
would come to this site.
stay safe and write on!

Sprinklers Watering the garden yard
a turtle slid down a hill landing hard. Walking on a path of cobble stone
is a Precarious way to say hello alone

Super dog noticed him first
Very curious searching for a water burst 
 Big as a football came from good seed.
The first order of business, food weeds,

A box water greenery survival what to eat.
Definitely keep them off of the street.
Identified as A Red Eyed Slider Turtle
common for these parts their fertile  

Yellow and Red stripes on his face and feet.
His shell looks like he took some heat.
Sticking his head out of his Shell
To look at his new space safe and well

Standing on his hind feet tall
Trying to get over the box wall
This turtle’s habitat is in water a float
Filled water in the base of the boat

Was this a pet, asked neighbors to no avail
He needed a forever home too early to tell
Turtle bay will not take a stray
Haven humane had a lot to say

Wild turtles are common in these parts
Will travel miles to water he’s smart
Take him to a lake river or stream
One that doesn’t dry up from heat steam

A water source fountainhead to call home
A place with other turtles, so he’s not alone
Twin pines Mobile home has a large pond
Two streams run in and out far beyond

The pond is home to ducks turtles frogs
Elderly spy deer while they walk dogs
A protected sanctuary Critters of all kinds
Look closely count how many you can find

The turtle was put on the bank of the pond
His examined the water beyond
He slid down the bank a torpedo tank
One smooth swoop, and he was gone

in the middle of the pond an island bar
His head popped up his swim wasn’t far
The Pond leads to rivers streams as far as San Francisco Bay many places to play

I imagine he came for help that fateful day
Escaping heat no water red dirt of clay
Little fertile turtle our two day turtle
We visit. He has a home to roam and play

Hate the other side
Polemic left, right divide
Yet they claim with pride

Hate the other side
Together common causes
Survival tactics

Hate the other side
There is safety in numbers
Evil flow riptide

Hare the other side
Destroy enemy all costs
Unity is lost

Hate the other side
Deception rules the day
Each issue two sides

BLT Webster’s Word of the Day
Polemic 6-23-24 strong, written, or spoken attack against somebody else’s opinion, belief or practice.
RENKU A collaborative form by multiple poets, working together to create a single poem with a 5–7–5 syllables Haiku
Each haiku is ment to be in response to the previous haiku

I worked with Medical Dr’s (Bill collector)
They Call me the money protector
Many doctors are big on cronyism
Also equally unsettling nepotism

These are extreme situations
Degradation of employees separations
It creates division among the ranks
Inevitably staff implode, explodes, tanks

When the doctor’s manager is his wife
Happy wife, happy life, hide the knife
If the office Manager is the Dr’s best friend
Incompetence is something to comprehend

The wives make life a living hell
Dr’s Friend it’s too tricky to tell
Pretty young ignorant girls
Blonde silhouette Substantial curls

Perhaps too happy or had too much to say
rubbed the wife or friend the wrong way
Dr caught in the middle of the rift
Favoritism with a twist cynicisms mist

Money is always the bottom line crime
Hand in the cookie jar overtime
Then an attempt to shift the blame
The stories differ yet remains the same

It’s hard to see what’s in front of our face
Lack of honor,  Truth without a trace
Emerging out the other side
Gossip lies backstabbing pride

Beware avoid this hellish nightmare
Self serving money hungry without a Care
Office politics traps and devilish mishaps
Avoid at all cost else your soul will be lost

When interviewed look for the signs
Ask questions have a backbone spine
You’re looking for the best work fit
Time spent in anguish, agony not worth it

Hindsight word to wise else your demise
Evil eyes no surprise when workplace dies
No amount of money is worth this abyss
Find the right fit workplace,  peace Bliss

Inspired songs
1) Bad case of loving you( Doctor, doctor)
By Robert Palmer
2) money by Pink Floyd

If you are married or in love Valentine's Day
Comes from Heaven angels up above
Deliveries to work; are gifts of candy and flowers
evening plans, a romantic candlelight dinner for hours
followed by hugs and endless kisses
many sweet untold wishes

However; if you are alone or single
this day is an empty heart that sadly tingles
Valentine's Day is filled with regret and used-to-be's
one by one your coworker receive their deliveries
thier glances of pity and sympathy deepen your pain
hoping for the Day to end before you go insane

A commercialized day every place, in your face
now lonely bitterness are your grace
hurtful memories of an old world versus new
dinner for one instead of two
No I do not like Valentine's Day
I wish it would please just go away

There was a time when I too received deliveries
before the day of now and my miseries
the man I love did not come home
I spent Valentine's Day staring out the window alone
I cried myself to sleep
I thought life could not be more skin deep

He came home after a night at the bar
he had brought me flowers yet left them in the car
The next day as I awoke
not a word between us we spoke
he put the wilted flowers in a vase
you had to have seen the look on my face

The once beautiful long stem red roses had wilted
like our love empty and jilted
I silently took a pair of scissors without dread
Snipped the Roses one by one at the base of the bulb head
My husband said nothing only shook his head in shame
silently I set the scissors down without placing blame

I have never received flowers to this day
  we never speak  of it, what is the point anyway
Valentine's Day is a day to rub in your face  
now lonely bitterness are my grace
No I do not like Valentine's Day
I wish it would  please just go away

For a young couple,
Wedding rings a simple gold band plain
The more money the couples makes
The ring the price becomes insane

The three C’s; Cut, clarity, Carat weight
Global standards diamond quality great

These Diamond standards Dictate price,
pretentious perceived prestige nice ice

A pompous show a Garish display
Family, friends envy gush nothing to say

Succumb to the Trappings of wealth
Too Pretentious for their health

With all the crime that I have seen
I stopped Wearing my wedding ring

A Symbol of Fidelity and love
The ring means nothing to God above  

Love yes, and so much more
Marriage is not a revolving door

Marriage is a covenant between
God woman and man convene

It’s Not taken lightly a Vegas drunken binge
It’s not for insurance or prenup fringe

It’s the most sacred Vow a couple takes
A lifelong commitment they will made.


Inspired songs
1) The Ring, a perfect wedding song
By T Carter music2019

2) We’ve  only just begun
by Carole King sept 12 1970

3) Two old wedding rings
(official lyric video) by Kolt Barker
(FYI this one MIGHT make you cry)

Our nights are seldom
sound
More restless  and
unsettled
Our Mind begins to ask
The bigger questions
of life

As a child
carefree
A day lasted
forever

As a youth
so anxious
To grow up

As a young adult
Restless
To be free of
Our parents
Control
to taste life
Through our own
eyes

Middle age
a bit of
fear
Enters our mind
Of what lies
ahead

Reminiscent Of dreams
Unrealized

We ponder
How old age Will
unfold

As our sprit grows
Meek and mild

Restless and wild
Looking through the eyes
Of a child
Walking slower now
Life means more

We prepare for
The next chapter
Of life old age
Life lessons as our gage
How will that play out

Will we live in pain
Lose our mind
Dementia,
slightly off our rocker
insane

How will our life end
In the arms of a loved ,a friend
Will we be ready
Or will we fear

Did we learn  our lessons
To grown in spirit
I know they say
the journey is
As important
as the destination

However will we ever truly
know our purpose
There are no random accidents
Every action has a reaction
And life’s movements
Ever changing
Emotions rearranging

We are not messured
by our good deeds
But by those who remember us
Relationships cultivated with
God greatest gift of
Love

Anger consumes the heart
Blinds the eyes
Two in pain soon part
Frustration sobbing cry’s

Living in the past
Unable to enjoy today
Judgements never last
There has to be a better way

Marriage is easily destroid
When both are quickly annoyed
With so much to lose at loves core
What are we fighting for

In the end you could not take back what you said
When your heart is broken and love is dead
You cannot unring the bell
Your arguments now quiet, replaced with a new lonely living hell

Be careful what you wish for,
Is it what you wanted
That final slam of the door
Left a lonely soul lost love haunted

Most Colleges Lack of truth and knowledge
Have developed an ambivalent ethos why
Bull horns, disruption chants, battle cry
Burning our flag Americans must die

A breeding ground for distention
Studies lack focus On subject retention
College has become a platform
For protests by illegals to transform

America ‘s cold civil war from within
We’re on the brink, of fighting to begin
Most Americans live in a bubble
They sense it, but don’t realize the trouble

Will America be taken to her knees
Capitulate what extremist believes
We fight for the freedom as before
Standing at a precipice watchers once more

Not my WILL but God’s will
Prophecies will fulfill
Our destiny and plan
What God has in store for His land

Most will not be ready
Disillusion, thirsty, starvation ,not steady
Trouble is on the Horizon heed the call
Judgments will affect One at all

A plethora of prophecies come to fruition
Education appreciable increases in tuition
Government funding is needed
Hidden true superseded

BLT webster’s Word of the Day challenge
Appreciable

It’s such a strange question
It should be self evident
Anatomy physiology
but apparently it’s not?

My generation
cherished a dapper swole man
Arnold Schwarzenegger
7 time Mr.Olympia took it a tad too far

But you get the picture
A strong man who can provide for his wife
The Bible says a man’s body is not his own.
It belongs to his wife.

A woman’s body is not her own.
It belongs to her husband.
In this way, each person is
Looking out for the other’s needs.

Love, honor, cherish till death us do part
Each other own’s their heart
A novel concept, but who Actually practices The words, Jesus preached

When a man and a woman are
Walking on the sidewalk
The woman walks on the inside.
The reasoning is as follows;

The woman is shielded by her man.
From sewage splashing bedpan dumping
Crashing cars dangers from the street.
This is been the case since medieval times.

The strong virile man protects his lady
first and foremost, even to his own peril.
As there is a left and a right hand, so too A man and a woman a complete pair

I’d like to get to know, A fellow poet’s writing style
Especially After reading their poetry
for a while.
I am sure it would be interesting to know
How a fellow poet establishes
their; meter, form, and flow.

I realize all poems are unique
and use a different method, formula, tact
Finding that sweet spot is writing
for full impact
Since poetry can send us on a wild ride
It can be interesting to see the process from inside
At least it’s an interesting concept to ponder
As we let our minds wander

There are some poems this happens organically
While others are built mechanically.
I start my poem in draft mode
I capture the original essence and let
The poem gradually unfold

I leave it sit for a day
Then revisit the word play
Checking for spelling errors and flaws
Looking for that hook, vivid imagery,
Our personal flair that create affects in the land of Oz

When I think I’m almost there
I check the title to make sure it matches the Content with flare
The title is what brings the readers in
too want more?
Effectively it opens the door.
I look to see, I’f it’s aesthetically pleasing
Perhaps word art?, Tempting, teasing
I look at alignment: left  center, or right
Then I’m ready to put the poem to bed for the night.

When I feel It’s completed and ready to
share
I’m amazed ,I pulled it out of thin air.
A smile explodes with a resounding Holy Cow
Then I’m left with a yearning.
What do I do now?
I click on Draft Poems, and I begin
A silent smile and a big grin

All the steps of MĔGILLĀH are often preceded by the objective whole
While some might find this rigor can take its toll
It’s the steps that keep words under control

Byline;
Currently I have over 30 poems in draft mode. It stays there until I feel they’re ready to move and grow into what they’re meant to be. I’m great at concepts, but building a poem takes longer,
It can only go as fast as inspiration.
I’d rather have quality than quantity.
I have to write down my poem ideas
for future development.
Have you ever thought oh, that would be a great poem… but you don’t write it down, and the thoughts gone forever
Lost in obscurity
That’s my process for developing creativity
What is your writing process??

Was it the 60s maybe not, hard to find
Every decade marked with decline.,
Further still. I recollect, through crime
The ever changing new, tragedies of time
I begin to realize societies realign
 
Dates back to Genesis, Adam, and Eve, when men first practice to deceive.
Humanity lived in a bubble,
seemingly without much trouble

Slowly society grew steadily worse.   
No moral values, paychecks in the purse.
Society drove God from government,
From schools paradigm shift permanent

Society took away all of God‘s rules.
Government marketplace the schools
God doesn’t stay where he is not wanted
God allowed Satan to begin the haunted

The hedge of protection, God pulled away. Man no longer heard what God had to say
***** and Gomorrah deception grew
  ****** Deviance all day, they knew

2023 marked a year of unveiling.
Starving people depravity wailing
Pulling back the curtain of government lies
God No longer hears the people’s cries

Plan death destruction One World Order
People who own property called hoarders
Elderly disabled are called useless eaters
Deadweight wife beaters ignorant cheaters

They no longer contribute to society
They should consider Dr. Kevorkian suicide
Two million people have to go, **** die
They drain society a sacrifice is necessary
The final count is arbitrary

No longer a contributor worker secondary
Disabled children, and mentally unsound
next on the list. Life support Shut down. Mental hospitals, out of business close
patients tossed on the ground in town

Our cities are turning into one large psychiatric crockpot. Church must go gone
80% of the churches today get it wrong
We’ll know them by their works Rev2,3

Evil will come from the pulpit
The devil appears as an angel of light
Preachers  arrested for keeping their church open. looters and shooters roam

the streets while the rest of society are mandated to their homes the open borders are destroying our country. They want to change the fabric of America. Turn the tides

to create a communist socialist country.
No free speech, you will own nothing and love it. Everything will be taxed and you must rent. Any ownership is against law

Books are banned. They don’t want people to think they want them weak.
We are on the brink of a civil revolution,
the start of the tribulation throughout the
nation around the world.

Keep your eye on Israel the middle east that’s where you will see the rise of the beast. Then tribulation begins against man’s sins Rise of One world order
One world religion many indecision.

The Holy Roman Empire will rise again
They will be the super power of the world. America will be taken down from within, perhaps by Russia or Chinese. Too many enemy Influences to know for sure who

The Bible tells us America. Will be overrun by a country who does not speak our language.know the signs. we will  not know the day or time Tribulation begins

we will know the season. By what happened before, so shall it happen again yet worse. We know what plagues will come. Revelation, chapter 8 through 13

True Christians have a place through all of this we should not be afraid, spiritual bliss. So remember this if you are a Christian or Jew Who’ll be martyred murdered, one day,

pray for intercession, the Holy Spirit will know what to say. Remember, you are blessed. In the end God owns your soul Jesus died for your sins,

The Bible Is our roadmap everything we need to know commandments prophecy.
Two thousand years ago, will happen again it’s for told.From beginning to the end.

The Abrahamic faiths conceived God as an omniscient creator. The angels ready to pour out judgment, were stopped for 30 minutes while the heads of the elect were sealed. God’s, 144,000. The Holy Spirit will speak God’s word through their mouths.