The Poetry Tree

There is an art to writing poetry. And we are blessed to have Treepers here who are able to master this art…and share it with us.
Their Work shines out and illuminates our Tree. Their reflections touch our hearts and give us food for thought.
This thread is a place for us to collect their Work and revisit it again. A place to curate and display these poetic works so that we can find them easily.
Just like a tiny acorn that, once planted, can grow into a mighty tree…the thoughts that our talented Poets share with us, give us inspiration to grow and fortify us going  forward.

CelticTree

I would ask that when you post a Poem that has been posted, to please include a link to the post where it appeared. That way we can take a peek at where it appeared when the Poet originally posted it.
In case you are unfamiliar with how to do this…you simply cursor over the Time Stamp underneath the poster’s name, then right-click on it and click on ‘Copy link’. Then paste it into your comment here, by right-clicking on where you want to put it…and click on ‘Paste’.

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There are other classic poetic works that are eerily relevant to our current Time. Please feel free to post those as well, if you like.

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Harry Lime

How fortunate are we that this melodious little sparrow has has constructed his nest in Wolf’s Q Tree?
Very fortunate indeed. Such beautiful sounds emanating from that particular branch…
Thank you, Bakocarl, for sharing your exquisite words of wisdom.comment image

Wolf Moon | Threat to Demonocracy

LMAO! It’s so much funnier when it seems like somebody ELSE posted it! 😀
Thank you for doing this, Wheatie! Sparrows indeed! <3

GA/FL

I saved this prayer poem that BakoCarl posted September 3, 2017 at 1:27 pm
Thy Will Be Done
The winds shriek and howl and the waters churn,
But we don’t listen. Will we ever learn?
This wicked world seeks wealth, fame and power,
But God owns this day, and this is His hour.
Our Father in Heaven, we turn to You,
For only You know just what to do.
Only You are our Father who cares,
And we come to You, humbly, with our prayers.
We pray for the safety of those in harm’s way,
Hold them in Your hands all through these days.
We pray for the peace of those who now fear,
Hold them in Your arms. Let them know You’re near.
We pray for Your blessings on those who give aid,
Hold them on Your paths, never to stray.
We pray for Your guidance to those who lead,
Hold them to Your will and care for their needs.
We pray for ourselves, to find when we seek,
That our walk with You be humble and meek.
We pray for our country, that all turn to You
For guidance and blessings in all that we do.
Al though we pray for our safety today,
We know that Your will is the only Way.
We know that our sin hinders Your peace,
But when Your Truth triumphs, then sin will cease.
And though we are destined for war and strife,
We look to our future, for You are our Life.
Safety and peace: it’s for those we plead,
But when all’s said and done, it’s revival we need.
May we turn to You for our joy and peace,
For in our blessed future, they will never cease.
We’re not of this world, and so we pray
For Your coming quickly. May this be the day.
Until that day when You come in the clouds,
May we turn to You in throngs and crowds;
But no matter what happens, the things to come,
We pray above all that Thy will be done.
Thy Will Be Done
The winds shriek and howl and the waters churn,
But we don’t listen. Will we ever learn?
This wicked world seeks wealth, fame and power,
But God owns this day, and this is His hour.
Our Father in Heaven, we turn to You,
For only You know just what to do.
Only You are our Father who cares,
And we come to You, humbly, with our prayers.
We pray for the safety of those in harm’s way,
Hold them in Your hands all through these days.
We pray for the peace of those who now fear,
Hold them in Your arms. Let them know You’re near.
We pray for Your blessings on those who give aid,
Hold them on Your paths, never to stray.
We pray for Your guidance to those who lead,
Hold them to Your will and care for their needs.
We pray for ourselves, to find when we seek,
That our walk with You be humble and meek.
We pray for our country, that all turn to You
For guidance and blessings in all that we do.
Al though we pray for our safety today,
We know that Your will is the only Way.
We know that our sin hinders Your peace,
But when Your Truth triumphs, then sin will cease.
And though we are destined for war and strife,
We look to our future, for You are our Life.
Safety and peace: it’s for those we plead,
But when all’s said and done, it’s revival we need.
May we turn to You for our joy and peace,
For in our blessed future, they will never cease.
We’re not of this world, and so we pray
For Your coming quickly. May this be the day.
Until that day when You come in the clouds,
May we turn to You in throngs and crowds;
But no matter what happens, the things to come,
We pray above all that Thy will be done.
Amen
Link – https://theconservativetreehouse.com/2017/09/03/september-3rd-2017-presidential-politics-trump-administration-day-227/comment-page-3/#comment-4339772

Wolf Moon | Threat to Demonocracy

I love that you saved this, Georgia! It’s a bit of a heartfelt reminder of our old abode as well!

Jan Phillips

Thank you so much, GA/FL!! I wasn’t OT in 2017, and would have missed it!!! ❤️❤️

GA/FL

And another BakoCarl poem from June 13, 2017 at 12:45 pm
God’s Army and the War
We look at the world all around us,
And we see all the evil and say,
There’s a war between men in this world,
The good men fight, keeping evil at bay.
We think there’s a heavy burden on us,
This fight that may engulf you or me,
But the struggle is not against flesh and blood,
Though it’s armies of men that we see.
This war and the armies are much bigger;
But men of this world are not the source.
We fight against powers of this dark world,
And their evil spiritual force.
Elisha, God’s prophet, warned Israel’s king
Of the Arameans plans to attack.
So Aram’s king sent his army at night,
Surrounding Elisha. He’d never get back.
Elisha’s servant rose early that day,
And saw they were trapped, all hemmed in.
“I’m afraid, Elisha, what shall we do?”
Elisha answered, perhaps with a grin:
Don’t be afraid, was what the prophet said,
Those with us are much more than that army.
And Elisha prayed to our and his God,
“O Lord, open his eyes and let him see!”
Then the servant looked, looked up and saw
Hills full of horses, chariots of fire;
A huge army of angels, sent by God,
All protecting Elisha and his squire.
God’s got the power; He’s in control.
His forces will win in this evil war.
All will proceed according to His plan,
With Him, we’ll be victors, and much more.
What shall we say to all of these things?
If God is for us, then who can oppose?
Should we sit back and leave it all to God,
Trusting in His Son, Who died and arose?
We run the race and must fight the good fight,
Strong in the Lord, secure His power.
We are given the full armor of God
To take our stand against evil’s hour.
When evil comes, we’ll wear God’s armor:
The belt of truth buckled around our waist,
The breastplate of righteousness all in place,
Guarded from arrows by the shield of faith.
With readiness from the gospel of peace,
Our feet will be fitted and firmly shod.
All with the helmet of salvation,
And the Spirit’s sword – the Word of God.
With God’s armor, we can take our stand,
And with the strength we get from prayers.
Final victory is ours, glory to God,
And eternal rest in His merciful care.
Link – https://theconservativetreehouse.com/2017/06/13/june-13th-2017-presidential-politics-trump-administration-day-145/comment-page-3/#comment-4027515

ladypenquin

Darn!!! All that work, and I’m NOT in the Daily Open Thread. Grrrrr. Please delete, I’m post it in the Open Thread.

ladypenquin

Oh, yes, for sure. I am so sorry. I opened the wrong thread this morning – sometimes our Daily threads have a kind of title to them, so I took this one as the Daily. 🙂

Jan Phillips

Thank you, Wheatie, for saving Lady P’s thread! They’re all so good!! And THANK YOU for THIS wonderful thread!!!

GA/FL

From April 4, 2019 at 8:59 pm
The Art of MAGA
Well, it’s shoulda, woulda, and coulda,
The self-annointed know-it-alls say.
PTrump shoulda, woulda and coulda,
Their favorite tune, sung all day.
A bit too little, they won’t agree,
A bit too much and they’ll say nay,
They claim PTrump broke promises,
And love to use the word “betray”.
Listen to them whine, bitch and complain
After reading some rumor, yet once again,
Or falling for some tale, put out by trolls,
Never knowing it’s nothing but spin.
Trump made his promises, time after time,
All through the campaign and after he won.
Anyone with at least half of a brain
Could clearly see what he’d try to get done.
But then, when some feel there’s a delay,
As though they knew better what will befall,
The Doomers and Gloomers quickly appear
To make, again, their typical miscall.
“Trump’s given up. He’s beaten this time”.
“Trump’s switched over to the other side.”
“Trump broke his promise, intruders still come.”
“Trump’s word’s no good. He betrayed us. He lied.”
Some forget Trump’s the Master of the Deal.
What he says and does, furthers his ends.
Give some, get a lot. It’s the way to win.
Don’t be too stiff; got to learn how to bend.
Keep your hand close to your vest,
And never show your cards too soon.
If your goal is high earth orbit,
You’ve got to always shoot for the moon.
It’s all about the negotiation,
But don’t burn bridges that you can’t mend.
Bluffing, feinting, misdirection, too –
But don’t be enemies; win as a friend.
When it’s all over, deliver the goods;
Fulfill your promises, every one.
Then you’ll have a good reputation.
You’ll be on top, rivaled by none.
Most blessed we are, to have such a man
Making America great again.
Restoring our country, our flag and God,
To which we can now all say “Amen.”
Link – https://theconservativetreehouse.com/2019/04/04/april-4th-2019-presidential-politics-trump-administration-day-805/comment-page-4/#comment-6875751

Sylvia Avery

We should all read this one every day!

ladypenquin

My apologies, Wheatie. I think you have the power to delete the comment. Was in the wrong thread – didn’t realize it wasn’t the Daily thread! So sorry. 🙁 🙁

ladypenquin

Thanks a bunch, Wheatie. ❤

Wolf Moon | Threat to Demonocracy

I love that this conversation is still here. A bit of site history and the random beauty of God’s universe, preserved along with Carl’s poetry!

Jan Phillips

Amen, Wolfie!!!

GA/FL

BakoCarl posted on Election Day – November 8, 2016 at 3:40 pm
Delicate Snowflake
I’m a delicate snowflake
Hear me scream and shout!
But if you hurt my feelings
I’ll need my safe place to pout.
I’ll use threats and violence
And ‘muscle’ to get my way.
I have full freedom of speech,
But you can’t have your say.
But, oh, the mental anguish,
I went into a deep shock,
When I discovered a sign
That said “MAGA Trump” in chalk.
It doesn’t matter what you say,
It’ll be a microagression
That will require another
Mental therapy session.
Our preservation depends
On liberal funds and grants,
So we can buy more Kool-Aid
And sing liberal songs and chants.
I quake in terrible fear
Of this election today.
We’ve got to have Hillary
Or we’ll become passé.
If this country elects “T”
(I can’t say his name again)
We’ll all look like silly fools
Much to our bitter chagrin.
We’ll be forced to pay our way,
Actually work at a job.
We’ll be like any other
Middle or lower class slob.
No, I’m sure this will not be,
It’ll never, ever go that far.
I’ll just live in mommy’s basement
And drive my rich daddy’s car.
LINK – https://theconservativetreehouse.com/2016/11/08/november-8th-election-day-2016-presidential-election-open-discussion/comment-page-9/#comment-3211297

ladypenquin

I’m not a poet but would like to add Joyce Kilmer’s Tree poem. Ever since coming here and seeing Wheatie’s wonderful tree pictures, and all of our discussions regarding trees, and God, and now poetry – this one might fit.
“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.”

Wolf Moon | Threat to Demonocracy

Very nice! A classic, and extra touching in relation to both this tree and our former one!

itswoot

“When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses,…”
– John F. Kennedy

Wolf Moon | Threat to Demonocracy

OK, this is already the best thread on the site! No fair! Standards have been raised too high for us authors and mortal commenters! 😉 😀

GA/FL

My poem….
Let these stubborn cowards stand,
On the wrong side of right,
On the shifting sand,
Of faulty sight,
And craven greed,
Someday to cry,
In sorest need,
How wrong was I!
I lived a lie!
8/31/16
Dedicated to James Comey, the Bills (Kristol, Gates, Clinton) and the MSM

GA/FL

I’m not a poet, but do love poetry
Along with hymns, which are poems, and Scripture, some of which are poetry and song, poetry has been medicine for me through many a heartache.
I even took a Poetry Therapy class in graduate school, which changed my life in a way that would seem adverse, but took me on a better, healing path.

GA/FL

Forgot to say – the title of the Poem is The Wrong Side of History.
And of course, it’s also dedicated to Romney, Ryan and McCain.

GA/FL

Another MAGA poet – Boojum – posted this great poem on Christmas Day 2015
boojum says:
December 25, 2015 at 9:38 am
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all. As a small present I repost below Trumpvictus with the requisite apologies to William E. Henley
Trumpvictus
Out of the night that blights this land
I cling to hope from poll to poll
And thank the man who takes his stand
To Trump the cards elitists hold
Despite the RINO’s worst attacks
Despite the wrathful PC crowd
He tells the truth, destroys the hacks
His hair unruffled, head unbowed
Before he rose to show a way
Our Republic seemed but doomed to die
But rallied now, we join the fray
Good patriots, come cast the die
It matters not, lean right or left
Those tags were set to cause divide
Tyranny leaves us all bereft
Time to choose sweet Freedom’s side
LINK – https://theconservativetreehouse.com/2015/12/25/december-25th-2016-presidential-election-open-discussion-thread/comment-page-1/#comment-1859888

Wolf Moon | Threat to Demonocracy

Very cool that you archived this stuff. This thread was truly an inspired idea, that these savings should not be lost! Praise be to God!

GA/FL

Foibles and follies,
Jibbers and jollies.
While mages make magic,
Their muses make music.
Emeraldstar posted – December 5, 2018 at 10:01 am
Link – https://wqth.wordpress.com/2018/12/05/zeros-paradox/comment-page-1/#comment-16804

GA/FL

RAWHIDES
Dedicated to President Donald John Trump, Master of All Trollers – MOAT
(with apologies to Ned Washington and Frankie Laine)
Trump is trollin’, trollin’
Keepin’ Dem-dogs rollin’
Showin’ up their pollin’
The narrative he’s controllin’
Raw hides!
He keeps the Dem-dogs movin’
Though they’re disapprovin’
Trump is really groovin’
And what he tweets gets proven.
Raw hides!
He won’t try to understand ‘em
He’ll throw, rope and brand ’em.
Herd ’em up in tandem.
Then their a$$es hand ‘em!
Raw hides!
Though they’re calculating
Trump is far out-rating
With his gal Melania by his side
Baiting, waiting, making them bug-eyed,
Soon he’ll expose them far and wide!
Raw hides!
Move ’em on, head ’em up
Head ’em up, move ’em on
Move ’em on – show ’em up!
Rawhides!
Cut ’em out, ride ’em in
Ride ’em in, get ’em out
Vote ’em out – we will win!
Rawhides!
Hawrh!
Cracks whip!

Wolf Moon | Threat to Demonocracy

Love it! 😀

Jan Phillips

Love it, GA/FL!!!!

bakocarl

I promised wolfie I’d put an updated version of a recently posted poem in the new Poetry Tree, which, by the way, is beautiful. Thank you, Wheatie!
The Q Tree – Beginnings
Marica May 18, 2019 at 00:46
Wolfie’s Tree is like the Giving Tree!! Every single person here gives so much of their Heart and Soul!!
Alison May 18, 2019 at 01:00
So true, Marica. We are, indeed, blessed by the presence of so many creative patriots here in the QTree.
Shebythesea May 18, 2019 at 01:53
Hi Alison, Hi Marica!! Yes, we are blessed. I’m uplifted every time I come here. . . . the great articles/memes/poems/comments I come across here!
Plantings need passion, a reason to be,
A need for the fruit from a future tree.
MAGA is our passion, it’s all we need;
Free speech is the means by which to proceed.
A few higher thoughts guide us each day:
Forgiveness of others, and the need to pray,
“In God We Trust” (we must learn to depend),
And “Glory to God” sums up our chief end.
In the beginning, the site was prepared.
Our Head Arborist, with utmost care,
And a small team, conversed and agreed,
Then all together, they planted the seed.
A wealth of denizens perch in QTree,
Working together – a big family.
Most contribute to spread the word:
The truth, the facts, now seldom heard.
A few work the hardest to keep our tree:
Water and feeding and trimming are key:
Writing Intros, News Roundups, Threads to read,
And managing the flock, so we succeed.
Some are skilled writers, masters with the pen,
Explaining the complex, beyond our ken.
Others search the internet, looking to find
Videos and articles, then expertly mined.
A few find GIFs or maybe make memes;
Visual humor for MAGA dreams.
A handful contribute a rhyme or two,
Making their points from a different view.
Still others add their comments to the mix,
Exposing the Dimm’s dirty politics.
Many choose to stay behind the scenes,
Sampling our fare like haute cuisine.
All contribute, giving in their own way,
But perhaps, most of all, those who pray.
When we acknowledge God in all we do,
He’ll straighten the paths for what ensues.
So now we see in our tree in the dell,
That those who come here to perch or dwell,
Give something of themselves for truth and peace,
For MAGA and justice, that they never cease.
We should feel blessed and give thanks for QTree,
For those that work hard to keep our world free,
For our leaders for quiet, peaceful lives,
All to God above, through Whom we thrive.

bakocarl

I could’t find when I posted this one om The Q Tree . . . 10 May?
I’ve taken a bit of license here with familiarity, since I am new to The Q Tree. But, since I have known many (most?) of you for years through your posts, I think that the characterization is not far from the mark.
The Q Tree – Family
Hurry on to The Q Tree,
Come on home to family.
Perch here in the sun and breeze
And let your mind run free.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
There’s a place that I just found,
Full of folks on common ground.
Love of neighbor, flag and God;
But not perfect, we’re all flawed.
Complaint is not the way we roll,
Nor are there cherries in every bowl.
Life’s a mixture, good and bad;
Some days joyful, others sad.
We seek truth and what is good;
Not merely could, but what should.
We get together every day
To talk, discuss and often pray.
So if you need a place to perch,
Here’s where you can end your search.
We talk about the news du jour
And other topics more obscure.
How to make America great,
How to deal with those who hate,
How to get that big swamp drained,
And all about the coup explained.
And, perhaps, the best of all
Learn from others and recall
That your voice, too, is good to hear
In our friendly atmosphere.
So pick a branch in our tree,
Relax and let your mind run free.
We’ll enjoy the time you spend,
Chatting with you as our friend.

ladypenquin

This is one of my favs of yours, Carl.

Wolf Moon | Threat to Demonocracy

Amen!

Gil

Yahoo! Now I dont have to search forever! Im glad this is here.

kinthenorthwest

God’s Beautiful Children
All our Lord’s beautiful children are always first rate
No child of His exists on earth for any of us to berate
“Damaged Goods” is not a phrase within His sphere
Every single child He continually holds so very dear
Did He not give His only begotten Son for all of us?
So that in His ardent love we would eternally trust
YOU as a child of our Lord you should truly know
Thru God’s people His eternal love eternally shows
As we are born anew due to God’s unselfish love
By way of Christ His son’s anointing crucified blood
Author–Me

kinthenorthwest

Thank you

GA/FL

Disclaimer: My poems are works in progress, like housework and yard work, they are never finished, could always be improved…or benefit from BakoCarl’s help…so here goes:
Q Tree stands for QAnon
And so much more:
Questions – the product of
Ancient Socratic irony
Not MSM’s veiled accusations and smears,
But, sincerely posed questions
Answered and not, will pique
Our interest,
Stir us from rest,
Cause us to think and seek,
and to go on….
Quests – the product of
Seeking answers and truth,
We bring light into darkness,
Order to confusion,
An end to chaos, gas-lighting, deception
We find unity, understanding, inspiration,
We grow thoughtful, circumspect
Increase in self-and-other respect.
Quality – the product of
Our single and group’s
Be Best efforts, ideas, even our oops,
Can raise us above the fray
Keep us balanced, above and away
From follies, fails, fools and floops.
Quiet, the product of
Peace, love, truth and good will
These make a harbor, safe and still,
Away from dissonance, uneasiness and strife
Where we find an ancient tree,
A QTree of Life
And Victory!
5/23/19
GA/FL

Wolf Moon | Threat to Demonocracy

Just to make sure people know, it is kosher and properly improper to refer to this Tree by it’s too cute by half name….
The PoeTree™
….or, if one wants to be too cute by full measure…..
The PoëTree™ or The PoəTree™.
Other higher orders of too-cuteness are open for debate after the fact, in a subversively conservative way. 😉

Wolf Moon | Threat to Demonocracy

Poet-REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I love it! 😀

daughnworks247

Husband is the poet in our house. Here is his version of
“Trump at Bat”
The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the GOP team those days;
the score was agin them, with an election about to play.
And then when Obama polled so well, and Hillary did the same,
a sickly trance fell upon the patrons of the GOP game.
A straggling few quit too discouraged for the quest.
The rest clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
If only A Strong One could get but a whack at that –
They’d put up large, large money with A Strong One at the bat.
But Romney and Ryan, succeeded McCain and Palin,
and the former were a lulu and the latter were a cave-in
so upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
for there seemed but little chance of A Strong One coming up to the bat.
But Kasich was the first, to the wonderment of all,
and then Christie, the much despised, swore he’d tear the cover off the ball;
But when the dust had lifted, and the GOP saw what occurred,
There 16 were standing, men and women, all looking a lot like nerds
Then from millions of throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
it rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
it knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
for A Strong One, a mighty Strong One, was throwing in his hat.
There was ease in the man’s manner as he stepped into his place;
there was pride in the man’s bearing and a smile on his face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
no stranger in the crowd could doubt t’was Donald J. Trump beneath that hat.
Ten million eyes were on him as he smoothed his hair in place.
Fifty million tongues applauded at the grin upon his face.
Then while the other sixteen tried to respond with a quip,
Defiance gleamed in Trump’s eye, a sneer curled Donald’s lip.
And now the Kasich attack came hurtling through the air,
and Trump stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy builder the barb toward him sped—
“That man eats like a pig,” he fired and “You’re done,” the voters said.
From the benches, full of people, there went up a muffled roar,
like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
“Jeb’s a bum; Rubio’s a dolt” they shouted from the stands;
and it’s likely they’d have thown bad fruit had not Trump raised his hand.
With a smile of Christian charity so bright his visage shone;
he stilled the rising tumult; he bade the race go on;
he signaled to the crowd, and once more the voices flew a’flutter;
but Trump he just nodded as they shouted and said: “Not one those left –they’ll melt like butter.”
“There all Frauds” cried the millions of supporters “Frauds, we say frauds;
Yet one scornful look from the Strong One and the audience, well, it was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his face it would strain,
and they knew that Trump wouldn’t let a single one remain.
The sneer was gone from Trump’s lip, his teeth were clenched and straight;
He gives them all a favored label and with that he sealed their fates.
And now there is one last one standing so short behind the podium.
He knows not what to do; his voice sounds like an accordian,
Oh, somewhere in his favored land the sun is shining bright;
the band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
and somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
but there was no joy in Texas — for Ted Cruz too had dropped out.

daughnworks247

He’s more of a Trump fan than me……. wait….. that’s not possible!

GA/FL

Fabulous!
WE WANT MOAR VERSES!!! – husband needs to take us to the election night when Hillrotten had to concede!

daughnworks247

See there, I’ll have to motivate him.
Wonder what would happen if we put Bakocarl, GA/Fl and all you guys in the same room.

singingsoul

I am not that good of a poet BC but I try even with my misspelling 🙁
Simple Living
The morning dew has lifted
I embrace the day it foretells
The story of a life lived
I leave behind
The life lived formed me
It brought me thus far
Today is a new beginning
I birthed anew this dawn
It lift’s up my spirit
To greet this new day
Awaiting what ever it gifts to me
Birth and death repeats each day
(Author Singingsoul)

singingsoul

Caring


There is a song of old

Music of the heart I am told.

Friendship, laughter love and all 

Caring and sharing a human call.


To be bitter causes jitters

For sure, it closes the heart’s door.

Forgive yourself and others

To open the door that matters.


Be still and listen.
Hear the universal song.

Love thyself and others.

To love like God, 

Is the essence of the heart.

Friendship, laughter love and all

Caring is a human call.

(SS)

cthulhu

I’m not a poet, and this is not original, but I thought I might get away with dropping it here. Every year, as I get older, it speaks more clearly to me. I feel like I’m almost to the point I might have written it.
AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

cthulhu

I should probably have dedicated it to AOC, with a further message: “I don’t know, I’ve never kippled.”

singingsoul

It took me years to figure out I can find a nourishing silence that is alive anyplace even among foes.
The Tree is a place that nourishes and does not drain energy.
Silence
Silence is not silent
It is alive
It speaks
You are to busy
Shutting it out
Too busy to see
 
It is waiting
For you
You are out
Surrounded by noise
Escaping the silence
You
Out in the world
 
It is waiting
For you
Silence
The universe is alive
In you
(SS)

GA/FL

Poem Favorites
These have spoken powerfully to me over the years.
Love-Joy
George Herbert
As on a window late I cast mine eye,
I saw a vine drop grapes with J and C
Annealed on every bunch. One standing by
Asked what it meant. I (who am never loath
To spend my judgement) said, It seemed to me
To be the body and the letters both
Of Joy and Charity . Sir, you have not missed,
The man replied; it figures JESUS CHRIST .
——
Two by Frost:
BEREFT
Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and the day was past.
Sombre clouds in the west were massed.
Out on the porch’s sagging floor,
Leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
LODGED
“The rain to the wind said,
You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”
———
Three by Dickinson:
Look back on time with kindly eyes,
He doubtless did his best;
How softly sinks his trembling sun
In human nature’s west!

We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies—
The Heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King—

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
———
Two by Hopkins
Pied Beauty
GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; 5
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: 10
Praise him.
God’s Grandeur
THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; 5
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; 10
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
———
The Second Coming
W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of
Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

GA/FL

MOAR FROST
A PRAYER IN SPRING
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfil.
TO EARTHWARD
Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of – was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?
I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they’re gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.
I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.
Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain
Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.
When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,
The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.
FIRE AND ICE
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

singingsoul

Thank yo for sharing beautiful poems by masters. They were masters who beautifully connected words to the heart. The mastery of language is profound to me and I wish I could. My admiration for the great poets of all times is endless.

GA/FL

I love Frost and Dickinson – because they take simple English words and make them profound/deep/astounding.

singingsoul

A Morning Surprise
A doe graced my garden path
Unsure,
In watchful posture
Her brown coat sheen in the sun
Glistening like bourbon on ice.
Her frame so lean and elegant
Moved carefully with each step
She looked at me with searching eyes
Studied for a moments breath.
I past the test as neither friend or foe.
The doe proceeded without fear
Along the Garden path
I carefully to the door
(SS)

kalbren2r1

Such a beautiful place this Q 🌳and now poet reeeeeeee!

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Adding bakocarl’s latest (and in its FRESH composition). 😀
Have a joyful and thankful Memorial Day, all!
-W
*****************
The Journey
A man looked at our country and saw the dark days;
Liberty and justice all gone by the ways.
Our spirit was smothered, our faith was put down,
Our families suffered as the jobs left our towns.
He knew hope remained, but soon would be gone.
He knew he could help; a task he’d take on.
“Our country’s been good to me. I’ll answer this call.
I’ll stand in the gap and then rebuild the wall.”
He’d leave what he knew and set himself to the chore
To restore our great country and do even more.
He’d give of himself and not for power or fame,
But all for our country, and our country’s name.
He left his happy home, his children and wife
To travel this road and fix our country’s strife.
The Traveler strode along his road of fate,
And saw a long wall and in it, two gates.
The Gatekeeper stood, in a small narrow yard,
His visage was grim and he was lean and hard.
The Traveler spoke, “I’ve come a long way.”
“Can you tell me which gate I’m to use today?”
The Gatekeeper said in a gruff, gravelly voice
“It’s your destination, so it must be your choice.”
“But there are two gates,” the Traveler said,
“I can’t see the road, or what lies ahead.”
The Gatekeeper said “I can show you the road,”
“But the choice will be yours, which way to go.”
The first gate was grand, it was tall and wide;
Set with pearls and gold, a monument to pride.
An inscription above, not just one, but two,
“Enter ye worthy men.” and “To thyself be true.”
The Gatekeeper said “Come over and see.”
“This way is beautiful. I think you’ll agree.”
The Traveler approached and looked down the way
At trees, a brook, and a long green fairway.
A broad, smooth road wound lazily away,
And a breeze, puffy clouds, made a beautiful day.
The people, he saw, walked toward the low hills;
The men dressed richly, women gaily, with frills.
He saw on a table, to the side of the road,
A huge feast was placed, a sight to behold.
He wasn’t quite sure, but thought he could hear
Soft music playing and calling “Come here.”
The Gatekeeper spoke, with words rather gruff
“You’ve seen what you need. You’ve seen enough.”
“Come over this way, come over and see,”
“Have a look where the second gate will lead.”
The Traveler came near and peered close to look
At a small dirty gate in a small dirty nook.
The second gate was drab and really quite low.
He must stoop down before he could go.
Above the small door, a few words were spread;
“The last will be first.” was all that it said.
The Traveler bent down and peered through the door
At a few dying bushes, dirty weeds, nothing more.
The path was narrow with holes, mud and rocks,
Further on, small bushes with broken off tops.
The scene was so bleak and the sky was so gray,
Yet a voice of hope whispered through the dismay.
Three men wearily marched with two drums and a fife,
One limping, two bandaged, barely clinging to life.
Another came by, bloody uniform in rags,
Cradling gently in his arms a muddy, torn flag.
He was helped by two women; one’s torch lit the way.
Another, blind, held scales; they trudged slowly away.
A small family appeared, starving, almost dead,
But a man shared his meal, a small fish, some bread.
All were so weary, some rested, and some prayed.
There were a few children, but none of them played.
Then the Traveler spoke, “It’s this way I’ll go.”
“The small gate’s the way. I can help, I know.”
The Traveler passed through and looked all around.
The Gatekeeper watched, but didn’t make a sound.
The Traveler reached out; took the hand of a child.
The Gatekeeper stood up, and then slowly he smiled.
*****************
Link:
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A message from bakocarl to Patrick Henry Censored (PHC) before PHC went off to hospice:comment image
As Text:
bakocarl
May 29, 2019 at 19:14
As you know, PHC, God is with you and He will carry you when you are unable to walk.
You won’t go gentle in that good night,
But willingly, willingly into God’s Light.

See the conversation here:
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duchess01

Speaking of PHC – I wrote a poem on 05/30/2019 – entitled ‘Prayer for Patrick’ on CTH – with all that has happened OT – I am not sure I can retrieve a link – anyway – is it ok if I post it here – or should I post it on the Open Thread – Please advise – Thanks!

duchess01

Ok, thanks, wheatie! Hope y’all like it –

duchess01

Oopsey – spastic finger syndrome – S/B 05/30/2019

duchess01

PRAYER FOR PATRICK
We prayed for you and for many others
For Fathers, Mothers, Sisters, and Brothers
God knows our hearts hurting deep down inside
Where the Spirit of God came to reside.
We cling to you with every ounce of strength
You cannot imagine how or to what length
We have felt your pain and struggled with you
At times – at odds – with what we can do.
If we could we would share to give you relief
We would set aside our needs even our grief
We would take your place each one in turn
It is for your comfort and peace we yearn.
What makes you so special above all the rest
What did you give that made you one of the best
Why do we feel close as if you were near
What makes this all so hard Oh Brother Dear?
Some have expressed what they love about you
Some are tongue-tied and they haven’t a clue
For all you have given to each one of us
We cannot possibly return a truss.
Please do not be sad for who you leave behind
Think happy thoughts as you keep us in mind
Remember the days when the sun shone bright
The times you have done well and made it right.
Remember the day when your love you met
When you first kissed and held her closer yet
The birth of your first child who breathed in life
Even those times like now struggling in strife.
You have earned your comfort, semblance of peace
God is giving you a gift where the pain will cease
You might slip in and out or fly high in the sky
So enjoy and do not wonder what when or why.
We will miss your presence with us on this blog
We could dedicate a page and try not to clog
We could continue to pray for good things to be
For you, your family, and for all to see.
There is something you must do before you leave
Promise us that you will not cease to believe
Promise us you will call out loudly to Him
To fill you with His Spirit up to the brim!
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duchess01

Thanks – I am a novice – nothing compared to carl – so I appreciate your kind words.

bakocarl

No 2nd fiddle needed here, Duchess. Some types of poetry are about expressing your feelings so that others can not only understand, but experience your thoughts and emotions also. You have accomplished that end result perfectly. I too, inexplicably, feel deeply about PHC’s situation. Quite unusual for me. Particularly, since I am convinced he is going to a place where the love will be overwhelming and the wonders never cease.

BAM

Bakocarl’s latest poem inspired me to come and take another peek at the poetry tree. So many fun and inspiring additions have appeared since I first looked at it.
A fairly recent conversation I had with a relative who teaches at a private school made me aware that Common Core does NOT teach any poetry. She, however being in a private school, could and did teach a unit on poetry. Poetry can be a window to one’s soul, and perhaps that’s why it’s been intentionally ignored.

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Yes – the CONSPIRACY of Common Core is truly an outrage.

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From bakocarl today…..
*****
bakocarl
June 8, 2019 at 14:29
The Q Tree – Welcome
Welcome to The Q Tree. Please come right in.
We know what it’s like, out there where you’ve been.
Liberals everywhere, all wanting control;
Their fear, hate and lies clutch at your soul.
You’ve walked the long path down to our tree,
But you’re safe now in our community.
We’ve come together with similar minds –
To free expression, we’re all inclined.
We don’t need Big Brother giving commands,
Telling what to say, and what is banned.
We want to be governed by a gentle hand,
Always of, by and for the common man.
Wolfie and the few who run this place
Are always glad to see a new smiling face.
We birds in the branches welcome you, too,
Hoping you’ll become part of our crew.
In our Parler, you’ll be safe from the storm,
Sitting by the fire, all comfy and warm.
But, perhaps, you’ll want to feel more free,
Perched high on a branch in our growing tree.
Wherever you sit, we’d like your views,
Your honest thoughts about what’s in the news.
We’re here to listen, and hopefully well,
To all the opinions that you want to tell.
We’ll learn from you and, perhaps, you from us,
From the different views that we will discuss.
For sure, it won’t happen that we all agree;
There are many types of birds perched in our tree.
But, agree or not, you’re welcome here,
Where we’re mostly friendly birds of good cheer.
In time, we may enjoy one of life’s dividends,
Chatting in our branches, together, as friends.

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This one appeared on today’s special Pentecost Daily Thread!

bakocarl
June 9, 2019 at 00:03
Conclusions
Now all has been heard;
here is the conclusion of the matter:
Fear God and keep his commandments,
for this is the duty of all mankind.
For God will bring every deed into judgment,
including every hidden thing, whether it is good or evil.
Men will seek wealth, power and fame
And so they will lie, cheat and steal
To get those things the world will give
But passing by what God reveals.
Our wealth is not in what we own,
Or whether we’re suave or refined,
But comes from God and His Spirit
Within our heart, soul and mind.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
Don’t count on what you understand.
In all your ways submit to him,
And He will guide you in His plans.
Guard your minds and your thoughts,
Think of what’s true, noble and right.
Don’t worry about anything,
God has you clearly in His sight.
Rejoice in the Lord, rejoice always,
Praise Him and thank Him and pray.
Let your gentleness be known to all,
For the Lord may appear any day.
All is known to Me, says the Lord;
All that men think, do or say.
And there will be an accounting;
There will come the Judgment Day.
But fear is not why we should act;
We must all be guided by love.
Our love of God and for His ways
Will win His blessings from above.
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bakocarl
June 9, 2019 at 00:10
Thanks T3, there is much to be learned from the Jewish Holidays, when they are understood and followed from the heart and not by rote as many acts in the church seem to devolve to.
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duchess01

A FATHER’S LOVE
God, Our Father, in His Heavenly Realm
Our earthly father at home takes the helm
In both – lies His great almighty strength
For each – in His way goes to any length
To provide not just for our earthly needs
With love – daily He spiritually feeds.
What greater gift could Our Father give
To support us firmly so we can live
What greater love could the Father show
To guide us through this life to know
What lives in His heart for us each day
To bless us abundantly in every way.
His Spirit is amplified in our earthly father
Who guides – delineates – like a swather
Separating and organizing to help make sense
Of this wayward world – make recompense
We would be lost without His Spirit guide
We would quickly die outside and inside.
Protector, provider, and guider is he
Whom God has given here to thee
Thank Him for your father today
Thank Him profusely in every way
The earthly one who made us feel secure
Only God knows what he had to endure.
The example God gave us of a man’s love
A blessing that could only come from above
His strength upon which we depend
His love for us that knows no end
The sacrifice he made so that we could be
Upheld and secure in the stormy sea.
Today is the day we honor that man
Who struggled to give all that he can
So that we might have a life secure
A home, a hearth, and love for sure
We give thanks to the Father above
For our earthly father’s unselfish love.
Thank You, Dad, for the love you gave
From the first light of life to the grave
Reap the rewards of a job well done
When your earthly life is finally gone
Rest in peace In your Heavenly home
Never again will this earth you roam!
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duchess01

Not posted anywhere – written 08/02/2019
DEAR LORD JESUS
We gather together – to acknowledge You
All honor and reverence is Yours – it’s true
Faith will guide our way in works for others
Our prayers for our sisters and our brothers.
We offer the first fruits of every day
The Spirit of God there guiding our way
To bless those in trouble and in turmoil
The deeds of the devil we plan to foil.
Our thinking – our actions – if flawed
These can separate us from our God
Anger and selfishness will do us in
If we judge others – that leads to sin.
The seven deadly are ones to avoid
They cause dissension and love is destroyed
Pride, greed, lust, wrath, gluttony, envy, sloth
Lead only to trouble and leave us loath.
Our lives are given to serve You, Lord
The wages of sin we cannot afford
Nothing in this world is worth having
Nor should You have taken a lashing.
The virtuous man stands tall and will gain
The flowers of Faith, Hope, and Love deign
Of justice, fortitude, and temperance feign
When man uses pride over others to reign.
Faith and Grace will keep us from error
From hurtful words and lies and terror
The devil attacks when we least expect
Through someone we might least suspect.
Forgiveness is the key to break the bond
Between the devil and the person spawned
Disparagement and abatement destroy love
Decimate affection from God above.
Jesus, My Love, you know what to do
When there is division and derision too
Send forth Your Spirit to quell the divide
There is nowhere to run – nowhere to hide.
Send Warrior Angels into battle please
To defeat his minions with strength and ease
Dispense to dry places from whence they came
Never return – to cause sorrow and shame.

bakocarl

God Will Guide
There was a time when I didn’t know
Which way to turn or how far to go.
But then I looked deep into God’s Word
And read some things that I’d never heard.
I read of straight paths and armor to wear,
The need to be still and the power of prayer,
To do justice and to love mercy
And walk with God, ever so humbly.
To love my God with my mind and heart,
And loving my neighbors is doing my part;
To acknowledge God in all that I do,
Any task at hand, He’ll see me through.
To be patient and kind, humble, not proud,
And worship my God in silence or aloud;
Knowing that His love for me won’t cease
Fills me with joy and calms me with peace.
I’m still not certain of which way to turn,
But reading God’s Word, I surely did learn
To turn to God each and every day,
And have faith in Him to guide my way.
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bakocarl

The Graveyard Shift
As I was trollin’ late one night,
Just screwin’ with minds as I might,
I stumbled onto The Q Tree.
Now, I thought, this is just for me.
I’ll mess their minds a little while
With clever words and artful guile,
Then leave them all in such a mess
That they’ll cry “Mommy!” in distress.
So I crept in to ply my trade
And throw some skillful late night shade.
Oh, so easy they’re bumbling chumps;
Those drooling fools all support Trump.
I’ll make some posts just bidin’ my time
To lure them in with words sublime,
Then when they think I’m on their side,
I’ll strike and leave them petrified.
Now, here it comes, I’m gettin’ close,
Ready to post my hateful dose.
There! It’s done! I’ve ruined their day.
They’ll rue this time I came their way.
But wait, what’s this that I now see?
There’s a wolf hiding in The Tree!
Hiding behind branch, leaf and bud
With big, white fangs a-dripping blood.
They slash and gnash and bite real deep.
Alas! I’m doomed, now I must creep
Back to my cellar in my chair
And cry for mommy’s loving care.
Now, there’s a moral to this tale
For future trolls if they assail
The Q Tree with the friends of Trump,
To all beware lest they be chumps.
There’s a grave shift late at night
That settles in when there’s no light.
You don’t see them, but they’re there,
Lurking in their leafy lairs.
Big birds with beaks that rip and tear;
Talons that gouge lest you beware.
Mean old birds with caustic tongues,
To breach your throat, rip out a lung.
They wait and watch for any trolls
To eat their brains and steal their souls.
So, trolls beware, if fun you crave,
The Q Tree is your early grave.
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bakocarl

For Duchess
I had planned a poem or two
To start this thread with some wordplay.
But now I must change the subject
For the happenings of today.
The time has come, someone once said,
To think and write of other things;
Of dear friends and their memories,
And of the joyful times they bring.
We were sitting, perched in our tree,
Discussing details of the coup,
Trying to think of the future,
As the promise of justice grew.
As we talked, we heard the sounds
Of footsteps coming down our way.
Some leaves crinkled and some twigs snapped,
But who would be coming this day?
The sounds grew closer in our wood,
With some small glimpses here and there.
Someone, for sure, was on their way
To our peaceful, green-enrobed lair.
On the far side of our clearing,
A slight figure came into view,
Picking her way through the tall grass,
As closer and closer she drew.
The way she stood, the way she walked,
There was something familiar here
That, as yet, remained elusive
Until she finally drew near.
A large pack bulged upon her back,
Filled with God’s blessings for us all,
As our joyous, heartfelt welcomes
Flowed with the memories recalled.
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
Our Duchess has found us at last!
Duchess with her verse of the day,
And wit and wisdom unsurpassed.
The sun shines golden on our tree,
Some small clouds drift, puffy and white.
A slow breeze stirs the dark green leaves,
And Qbirds sing with our delight.
Welcome Duchess, we’ve missed you here.
We’re so happy you’ve found our pack.
QTreeps cheer and sing with joy, and
Wolfie performs the futterwack.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
We’d be remiss unless we give
Our special thanks to PHC.
Though in very dire circumstance,
You brought our Duchess to our tree.
Thank you, PHC.
Posted 3 Jun 2019

duchess01

OH, MY!!!
I opened The Q Tree this morning
And what did I see?
A poem from Carl and Oh, Lord
‘Twas written ’bout me!
And now I have a nickname
And a picture to go forthwith
Oh, Lord I’ll ne’er be the same
And that, Dear Lord, is no myth!
You know Carl, Oh Lord
You gave him a special pen
You gifted him with the Word
Made him stand out among men!
Many a verse he has crafted
About men and women and You
In politics he has drafted
The worst of the worst tis true!
But today, I find myself giggling
As I read each verse come to be
While in my chair I am wiggling
Through my words he has captured me!
God Bless You Real Good, Dear Carl
For blessing me this day
How can I thank for sending a smile
A tribute and a shout out my way!
God has given you a gift
A talent you share with us all
One that gives us all a lift
It is how you answer His call!
I am humbled, Carl – Thank You!!!
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duchess01

Duchess Thumps!!!
Duchess is a Thumper, ‘twas said loud and clear.
‘Course, we all know Duchess . . . we’re glad she’s here:
Proclaiming God’s Word with the Verse of the Day,
Posting Daily Blessings to brighten our way.
Always thankful for blessings received,
And for prayers answered . . . God’s will achieved.
Praying for babies, God’s gift in the womb;
For them and children, heaven has much room.
Praying for others, that they knock on the Door
For Christ’s salvation, His peace, and more.
There is no better blessing to receive
Than that of faith, for we must first believe.
With good will to QTreeps, it’s well understood
That we’ll often hear “God Bless You Real Good!!!”
And for our efforts, we know she cares,
When we receive an “Amen goes right there!”
Day after day and year after year,
Duchess has wisdom we all need to hear.
Presenting The Way in a clear, strong voice:
Will it be life or death . . . we must make that choice!
One day in the future, when Duchess comes home,
The angels will sing, for Duchess is known.
She’ll be met with these words from God’s Son:
“Good and faithful servant, welcome! Well done!”
So . . . Duchess Thumps!
Well . . . she Rocks, too!!
. . . and God Rules!!!
P.S. –
Bible Thumper
A person that knows the Bible well and isn’t wishy-washy or politically correct about addressing issues from a biblical perspective.
When confronted with an issue that is addressed in God’s Word, the person may often respond with a Bible verse or parable to help put the issue in biblical perspective and present understanding and a way to address the solution that is in accordance with God’s perspective as written in the Bible.
Of course, there are numerous definitions of Bible Thumper used by unbelievers to denigrate Bible-centered Christians who view and use the truth and wisdom of the Bible as their guide, applicable to a large variety of situations occurring in life.
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itswoot

HOME AND LOVE
Just Home and Love! the words are small
Four little letters unto each;
And yet you will not find in all
The wide and gracious range of speech
Two more so tenderly complete:
When angels talk in Heaven above,
I’m sure they have no words more sweet
Than Home and Love.
Just Home and Love! it’s hard to guess
Which of the two were best to gain;
Home without Love is bitterness;
Love without Home is often pain.
No! each alone will seldom do;
Somehow they travel hand and glove:
If you win one you must have two,
Both Home and Love.
And if you’ve both, well then I’m sure
You ought to sing the whole day long;
It doesn’t matter if you’re poor
With these to make divine your song.
And so I praisefully repeat,
When angels talk in Heaven above,
There are no words more simply sweet
Than Home and Love.
– Robert W. Service

bakocarl

GA/FL
December 31, 2019 at 08:52
May our century’s Twenties Roar – with Trump piloting their beginning!
Roar with Prosperity and Sanity and real Justice for the last decade’s corrupt-ocrats!
As we roar into 2020
The Trump Train arrives with goods aplenty
Ptrump at the throttle and hammer down
Undeterred by evil Corruptocrat Klowns
Greeted at stations by throngs and crowds
America, once more, stands strong and proud
God, country and flag now moved to the fore
Our people, coming together once more
Our economy, now vibrant again
Showing the strength of the workers within
The forgotten men, now fully employed
Rise from poverty to life enjoyed
Unemployment now at record lows
There’s now work for all and room to grow
SNAP rolls cut and poverty is down
The jobs returned to our cities and towns
Foreign trade, once conducted to our shame
But now the Trump Team wins every game
NAFTA, near death, the policy of fools
Will soon be replaced by Trump’s smarter tools
Our military, once left to decay
But now on top, the best any day
Our policies changed from endless wars
To military actions, less not more
Our borders, once porous, sport new walls
Slowing invaders, but not yet all
Drugs and gangs make it through every day
But more get caught and not allowed to stay
Healthcare access up and costs are down
Plans more flexible, a big fraud crackdown
Generic drugs approved, Right to Try, too
VA’s plan gives vets the honor they’re due
Liberal judges, so biased and flawed
Now have to contend with men of the law
Put on courts at an expedited pace
Assuring real laws apply to each case
Dumb Obozo regs tossed into the bin
Oil, gas and pipelines now rise again
Many jobs created, imports dropping fast
Energy independence – here at last!
Although our country is getting well
Recovering from Corruptocrats’ spells
We need a purge of traitors and frauds
To be one people and flag with one God
Looking ahead later on this year
We’ll see the man we hold so dear
Elected again – a landslide, for sure
Our nation’s still sick, but PTrump’s the cure
May God bless President Trump, now, today
And guide him with wisdom along his way
Please keep him safe ‘till his work is through
President Trump and his family, too.

bakocarl

GA/FL January 22, 2020 at 04:59
Pencil neck ain’t all.
Schifty’s got bug eyes,
round baby cheeks,
and aprissy pussy mouth.
from which no truth has ever come.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Buggy Popout Eyes
He’s got a prissy pussy mouth
That’s always spewin’ lies
A pencil neck just like a snake
And buggy popout eyes
He’s got round baby cheeks
That attract his kinda guy
With limp wrists, that special walk
And buggy popout eyes
He’s made of pure Schiff
So attractive to flies
And he’s stuffed very full
Hence the buggy popout eyes
His words are so foolish
He’s the opposite of wise
But a big man on campus
In his own buggy eyes
And he’ll use you and abuse you
All the better just to screw you
An evil, little, corrupt man
Plying the evil, corrupt Dimm plan
He makes a bunch of wild claims
All unsupported by the facts
But echoed gladly by the Dimms
In their likely suicide pact
He lies and then he leaks
Then he claims that you do
Then denies your witnesses
Keeping due process from you
Basement Star Chamber, secret plans
Hidin’ facts, tellin’ tall stories
Lookin’ for his 15 minutes
Just a cockroach seekin’ glory
Dimms plan to make Marxists of you
And twistin’ laws is what they do
An evil, corrupt, lyin’ crew
Pushin’ hard to pull off their coup
Why do they go through all this now?
It’s because, for sure, they all know
They’ve wholly lost 2020
With their sad travelin’ clown show
Perhaps a far bigger reason
Why they rant and they rail
Is that they’re obvious traitors
And all are hell-bound for jail
Bull Durham’s out there with his crew
Gettin’ evidence for the court
Truth and justice will win the day
And Dimms get the Graybar Resort
So patriots, now, hold all your lines
Fight the swampy liberal scum
Come the bright dawn, then we win
‘Cause the very best is yet to come!
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itswoot

A March Snow
Let the old snow be covered with the new:
The trampled snow, so soiled, and stained, and sodden.
Let it be hidden wholly from our view
By pure white flakes, all trackless and untrodden.
When Winter dies, low at the sweet Spring’s feet
Let him be mantled in a clean, white sheet.
Let the old life be covered by the new:
The old past life so full of sad mistakes,
Let it be wholly hidden from the view
By deeds as white and silent as snow-flakes.
Ere this earth life melts in the eternal Spring
Let the white mantle of repentance fling
Soft drapery about it, fold on fold,
Even as the new snow covers up the old.
– Ella Wheeler Wilcox

bakocarl

https://wqth.wordpress.com/2020/03/19/dear-kag-20200319-open-thread/comment-page-2/#comment-433344
Think Ahead
Oh, WuFlu, WuFlu, what’re we to do?
How can we survive when it comes through?
What to do?
Pessimists say that humanity’s done,
With nowhere to hide and nowhere to run
We’re all doomed!
The Clueless say that it’s just the flu
It won’t get me and who cares about you
Just the flu!
Pragmatists say that we’ve got to plan
We can do it if anyone can
Think ahead!
Sanctuary cities, all run by Dimms
Filled by rot and waste right to the brim
Clean ‘em up!
Alien invaders are comin’ in
Bringin’ their diseases with all their kin
Build the wall!
Group gatherings only spread it more
Passed from you to me, an infectious spore
Shut ‘em down!
All the kids at school will spread it around
To the school staff, then it’s homeward bound
Close ‘em now!
People with fevers, we need to find out
If it’s WuFlu , so there is no doubt
Test ‘em all!
Make the test kits reliable and fast
Make ‘em by the millions so that they’ll last
Send ‘em out
Make those test kits available to all
Do it with speed, it’s not the time to stall
Test ‘em now!
Ventilators are needed, thousands more
Put our manufacturers on this chore
Make ‘em now!
People with WuFlu need more than a nurse
Don’t wait to see if it’s gonna get worse
Treat ‘em now!
After they’re cured they’re weak and might shed
Give ‘em time to recuperate in bed
Watch ‘em close!
For those folks who cough, sneeze and spray
Let’s all get masks and wear ‘em today
Wear your mask!
Drugs to kill WuFlu are needed fast
Made in U.S.A., not like in the past
Make ‘em here!
We’ve got approved drugs that now work well
And more coming soon to kill those germ cells
Use ‘em now!
Avoid all crowds and give people space
Stay and home and avoid face-to-face
Isolate!
Don’t go to work when you start to feel sick
And call your doctor, and better call quick
Do it now!
Wear gloves, use wipes and wash your hands
All work together for WuFlu’s last stand
Disinfect!
When all this is over and finally won
We’ll be amazed what Americans have done
We are one!
Praise and thank the Good Lord for His grace
Return to Him now and seek His face
Praise the Lord!

itswoot

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“Chambered Nautilus” by Andrew Wyeth (1956)
SONG
Far wind, old sea-wind, you
That wake me from my dream,
Your soft airs waft to me
Memories of some sea
That I was moving through
Forever, in my dream.
I wake, yet all things seem
So dream-dark, falsely true–
Dark is the night, the dream
Dark, I was moving through.
Oh, what is false, what true?
Oh, that the soft airs blew
A breath from some far sea
To wake me from this dream.
– John Hall Wheelock
The woman in the Wyeth painting was his mother-in-law, Elizabeth James. She had a terminal illness at that time and was mostly bedridden. From where she sat, the sea off the coast of Maine could be seen through the window.
In describing his painting, Wyeth said that the front door was open and a sea breeze was blowing into the bedroom, ruffling the lace fabric on the bed canopy.
More info here:
http://www.andrewwyeth.net/artwork/chambered_nautilus.html

itswoot

A twofer, then!

phoenixrising

Thy Will Be Done

Lord I pray to be led to and by you,
My thoughts, my speech, in all that I do
Make my whole life a reflection of Yours.
Lord, straighten my paths and open my doors.

Let my whole will be under Your care,
Guide all my life and guide me in prayer.
Without Your grace I’d have nothing at all,
Nothing but sin and my own shortfalls.

Guide me, I pray, to be closer to You;
Fill me with blessings, not just a few.
Give me the courage to follow Your way,
And the strength to walk it, each day.

Be here beside me through good times and bad,
Along life’s ways, though happy or sad.
And when my journey is finally done,
Let my last thoughts be “Thy will be done.”

~ bakocarl

phoenixrising

Thy Will Be Done

The winds shriek and howl and the waters churn,
But we don’t listen. Will we ever learn?
This wicked world seeks wealth, fame and power,
But God owns this day, and this is His hour.

Our Father in Heaven, we turn to You,
For only You know just what to do.
You are our Father who always cares,
And we come to You humbly, with our prayers.

We pray for the safety of those in harm’s way,
Hold them in Your hands through all these days.
We pray for the peace of those who now fear,
Hold them in Your arms. Let them know You’re near.

We pray for Your blessings on those who give aid,
Hold them on Your paths, never to stray.
We pray for Your guidance to those who lead,
Hold them to Your will and care for their needs.

We pray for ourselves, to find when we seek,
That our walk with You be humble and meek.
We pray for our country, that all turn to You
For guidance and blessings in all that we do.

Although we pray for our safety today,
We know that Your will is the only Way.
We know that our sin hinders Your peace,
But when Your Truth triumphs, then sin will cease.

And though we are destined for war and strife,
We look to our future, for You are our Life.
Safety and peace: it’s for those we plead,
But when all’s said and done, it’s revival we need.

May we turn to You for our joy and peace,
For in our blessed future, they will never cease.
We’re not of this world, and so we pray
For Your coming quickly. May this be the day.

Until that day when You come in the clouds,
May we turn to You in throngs and crowds;
But no matter what happens, the things to come,
We pray above all that Thy will be done.

~ bakocarl

para59r

Carried this poem over by duchess01 in memory of Wheatietoo, who built this page for us.

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WHEATIE – OUR WARRIOR ANGEL
Please forgive us, Wheatie, we did not know
That you had left us with armor in tow
We had no idea with what you dealt
We did not know the pain you felt
And now we can only imagine
With you what really did happen
Cause rarely did you complain 
And/or share your personal pain
Of one thing we are most certain
You are flying high behind the curtain
Watching over us above the crowds
Our Warrior Angel above the clouds
Thank You, Wheatie, for caring for us
While you were here among the fuss
We miss you dear you have no idea
Since time began in the pangaea
With you there was no time
In your wisdom you would chime
To clarify and magnify
The what where how and why
We did not question when you left
We were not slightly bereft
But over time we wondered why
You did not at least stop by
Now we know where you have gone
With the break of this new dawn
We could be angry but are not
Tho with an arrow we’ve been shot
Rest peacefully Warrior Angel dear
Send us a sign that you are near
A butterfly a flower a kiss of rain
From your love do not refrain
God sends Angels to watch over us
And now we have an Angel Plus
A Warrior Angel of Magnificence
From today and forward hence

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Not sure if the time stamp copy thing worked, so just in case this is on the first page near the bottom of Dear KMAG: 20220627 Joe Biden Didn’t Win ❀ Open Topic / In Memory of Wheatietoo

https://www.theqtree.com/2022/06/27/dear-kmag-20220627-joe-biden-didnt-win-%e2%9d%80-open-topic/comment-page-1/#comment-917138

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TakeBackOurRepublic

Beautiful, Para!!!  💔 

para59r

I just carried it here. Duchess deserves all the credit! 🤗

TakeBackOurRepublic

That makes you the messenger, so thank you!

ladypenquin

Made me cry.

::Tears::

Notasmidgeon

Beautiful tribute to our Wheatie. Thank you duchess.

Wolf Moon | Threat to Demonocracy

Here’s another one from the internet, from Duchess!

Reference Link:

https://www.theqtree.com/2022/08/21/dear-maga-20220821-open-topic/#comment-947380

H/T SHERWOOD
By a 15-year-old school kid who got an A+ for this entry (TOTALLY AWESOME)!
The Lord’s Prayer is not allowed in most U.S. Public schools any more.
A kid in Minnesota wrote the following NEW School Prayer:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd

If scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That’s no offense; it’s a freedom scene.
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice

For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate,
God’s name is prohibited by the State.

We’re allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.
They’ve outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the ‘unwed daddy,’ our Senior King.
It’s ‘inappropriate’ to teach right from wrong.
We’re taught that such ‘judgments’ do not belong.

We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.

It’s scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns, the school’s a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
 
Amen

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para59r

Where it belongs.

Thankyou Wolf, Duchess. & Wheatie

Last edited 1 year ago by para59r
para59r

Scott had to go out and retrieve this on request, so to make sure Scott does not have to be put through this effort again And because it’s an extra nice poem we present.

duchess01
January 15, 2023 at 11:28 am
SETTLE ME, LORD
My heart is rapidly pounding
My state of affairs confounding
I am shaking/quaking beyond belief
Whatever I try I find no relief
Something has disturbed my peace
The turmoil inside just will not cease
My energy level is dangerously low
What it is that is broken I do not know
Nothing should change my resolve
I must fight to defeat delete dissolve
This interruption disruption in my life
Meddling unsettling pedaling strife
Alone in the darkness I tend to shiver
Lacking control I slither and quiver
What is wrong with me I cannot say
But it just keeps on and won’t go away
Settle Me, Lord help me to rest
In this condition I cannot do my best
Whatever it is from it wash me clean
Teach me a lesson from which to glean
Your thought process has brought you here
You gave up your authority my sweet dear
I gave you calming music you listen not
You let ‘it’ control you and you got caught
There is no medicine that can cure ‘it’
There is no formula than can detour ‘it’
I gave you the power to stop this attack
I gave you the means to pick up the slack
Exercise, breathing, and thought control
All of these will again make you whole
Emotional turmoil blocks rational thought
Eliminate it and you will be as you ought
Change your attitude change your life
Positive thinking diminishes strife
Movement replaces emotional confusion
All of ‘it’ is actually an illusion
You can take control and beat your distress
By changing your thoughts eliminate stress
By exercising you switch your concentration
Your physical movement serves as activation
Your shiver and shake ceases to be
Your uncertainty dissolves instantly
Your mind directs your body to move
And your anxiety begins to improve
God gave us the ability to heal mind body spirit
We just need to learn how to clear it not fear it
The body does what the mind commands
It moves it rests it contracts it expands
So it is with emotions as well with control
Our thoughts can trigger disconnect or cajole
Our attitude plays a part in this scenario as well
It is where we decide we are going to dwell
Negative thinking brings about negative outcomes
The opposite is true and to what it succumbs
When we take authority of events in life
We eliminate the stress and the strife
Whatever the problem or issue that disturbs you
It is nothing you and God together cannot subdue
When God enters the situation the solution is clear
You will have eyes to see and ears to hear
So Settle Me, Lord as only You can
Help me to see and perfect Your plan
Take away the illusion of ‘it’
Cleanse me from all and every bit
D01: 01/15/2023

para59r

From the same day… https://www.theqtree.com/2023/07/30/dear-maga-20230729-open-topic/#comment-1131141 Also nice and I want to grab a second from 2 days before…the sentiment is shared by all. It’s below this one. “Litter Boxes”

Bakocarol

Simple Pleasures
Where have the simple pleasures gone
That graced past lives so they kept on
That flowered their paths through it all
With mem’ries fond and clear, but small
The times were hard but life went on
Though work days started with the dawn
And work was hard all through the day
Yet simple pleasures came their way
The golden glow of candle light
Songbirds singing with first light
Bottles clinking from the milkman
Eggs crackling in the frying pan
The heady smell of warm dark loam
Quiet minutes alone at home
Time for tea in the afternoon
Moonrise of a big, yellow moon
Hot stew and bread after long days
Thanking God, taking time to praise
Some time to sit by a warm fire
Peace and quiet when you retire
Those simple pleasures still are here
For us to see and smell and hear
Smothered by the craze of our times
As wretched words that ruin rhymes
We need ears that hear, eyes that see
And hearts that feel blessings to be
To rise above the thick dark clouds
That blanket us as evil shrouds
We need to plan to live life slow
To watch the seedlings as they grow
Treasure each flower as it appears
To bring us thoughts that bring us cheer
These simple pleasures, gifts from God
May make us smile or leave us awed
But way down deep they work to say
“Come and enjoy. God made this day.”

https://www.theqtree.com/2023/07/28/dear-maga-tgif-open-thread-20230728/#comment-1130494

Bakocarol

Litter Boxes
Litter boxes full of Senators
Litter boxes full of stinky poop
Litter boxes full of feckless Reps
Litter boxes all the same
Litter boxes full of Bidens
In the White House all insane
And they’re all made of stinky poop
And they’re Democrats by their name
And the dumb Libs in those boxes
All went to their dumb Lib schools
Where they ate only stinky poop
And they came out all the same
And there’s lawyers who hate the law
And doctors who lie and steal
And judges who say wrong is right
As the cities burn and FIB kneels
And they all love to be in power
And party ‘till the booze is gone
And they all sniff little children
As their boys all put dresses on
And their girls all wear nose rings
Like pink pigs with purple hair
And they’re all made of stinky poop
And all Democrats are the same
The corrupt FIBs put patriots
Into cold, dark, prison cells
The Libs all hate our country
And they all walk on our flag
They perversely flaunt their pride
While none live with God as Guide
And all will hear on Judgment Day
“I never knew you! Go away!”

para59r

bakocarl( bakocarl)Online

 August 12, 2023 08:03

Just a poem . . .
Time to Go
As I grow older my time nears to go
I may keep quiet or let you all know
If you find out, then I’ll ask you to pray
But not for more time so that I can stay
But that my going be free from great pain
And that I hold fast to Him who was slain
I’d ask that my exit be time for thought
That you’ll come my way because we’ve been bought
We’re not of this world, and I’m going home
To walk in God’s garden, never to roam
To walk at His side in full joy and peace
To see the wonders that will never cease
We’ll see, after all, our trip is the start
Of being complete, not living in part
Of being whole – what God wants us to be
As we are with Him for eternity
And so as I go, I’ll keep looking up
And being grateful that Christ drank His cup
To pay the price for the victory won
“Praise God forever! May His will be done!”

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Wolf Moon | Threat to Demonocracy

The 2020 Election; A Poem

They cheated.
Trump tried.
The courts bailed.
The media lied.

The patriots fought.
The lawyers pled.
The capitol was fraught.
The cowards fled.

Trump saw the light.
The time wasn’t yet.
Though he knew our plight.
He made the safer bet.

To wait for 2024.
To plot and to plan.
To show the Deep State the door.
We know he is the man.

So now we will vote.
Trump’s plan will renew.
The left’s chances are remote.
There’s not much they can do.

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Bakocarl’s reimagining of Imagine!

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Hate crimes and our goverment won’t make a move to stop them. Things will get better, however. Just imagine . . .

Imagine

Imagine we’re in heaven
With joy, to never die
Escaping hell below us
All blest by God on high
Imagine all God’s people
Living in His Way

Imagine all the countries
All kneeling to God, too
All opening Christ’s door
And living lives anew
Imagine all God’s people
Living in His Peace

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope that soon you’ll join us
To rise when the Lord’s Day comes

Imagine no transgressions
No thoughts of sin in man
No thoughts of greed, no hunger
All living by God’s plan
Imagine all God’s people
Living by His Word

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope that soon you’ll join us
To rise when the Lord’s Day comes

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A poem for Christmas 2023, in part by Bakocarl!

LINK: https://www.theqtree.com/2023/12/24/dear-maga-20231224-open-topic/

A Visit from Christ
Author: Angie Mosteller

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the earth,
Every creature was stirring, awaiting a birth.
The time for Messiah was certainly near,
The prophets foretold it; the Bible was clear.

From the book of beginnings, the very first sin,
God’s word made it clear how His grace entered in.
Born of a virgin, He’d come as a man.
The Creator among us, the time was at hand.

The stars were arranged to show marvelous things,
Setting Wise Men to journey and find the true King.
Shepherds in Bethlehem gazed on the sky,
Longing to see him, their Lord the Most High.

How could they know that the very next night
An angel of God would speak words of delight?
The Savior was born, it was news of great joy.
In a cloth and a manger they’d find the dear boy.

And a heavenly host would soon join to sing
Of the glory of God and of wonderful things.
He entered creation, set position aside
To show us how deeply His love did abide.

Sin sent us away from our almighty Lord.
He became one of us that we might be restored.
He’s the Prince of our Peace; He’s the one who makes whole.
He is Wisdom Incarnate, a Shepherd of Souls.

He’s the Author of Life; He’s the Ruler of All.
He can offer salvation, on His name we call.
The shepherds and Wise Men would bow to adore
Holy God among men, our greatest reward.

All glory and honor is due to this King.
Let all join in worship; let every tongue sing.
Jesus is Lord, all creation proclaims.
He’s the first and last, He’s always the same.

History turned on the first Christmas day,
When God became man in a humble display.
As we think of the manger in which He was laid,
Let our hearts welcome Him to the world He made!

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Our Messiah arrived, and blest by God’s Dove,
He gave us Himself to show us God’s love.
The deaf now hear and the blind now see,
The burdened unyoked, the slaves are set free.

Mute tongues shout for joy, the lame leap high,
Living waters gush forth. Free. Not to buy.
Wonderful, Counselor, The mighty God,
The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.

Our Messiah has come! So what did men do?
They put Him on trial and scourged Him, too.
They nailed Him to a cruel cross of wood;
This Man of Peace, perfect Love and true Good.

They mocked Him as He hung, struggling for breath,
The only relief would be granted by death.
“Father, forgive them;” now close to death’s knell,
And when He died, God forgave us as well.

A highway appeared, it’s called The Way;
For us who use it, not a one will stray.
Only the redeemed will be walking there,
In robes of pure white, with no sins to bear.

We’ll come to God, all singing His praise,
With everlasting peace for all our days.
Gladness and joy, golden crowns on each head,
Ours forever by the blood that Christ shed.

All glory to God, our Father on High,
Who gifted us faith so we’d never die.
Glory, majesty, dominion and power,
All to our God through eternity’s hours.

And so we rejoice, our Savior was born
To die for our sins, not that we should mourn.
But all, with great joy, celebrate the day
That God gave us Life, and showed us the Way.

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A poem on New Year’s Eve:

‘Tis now come, the eve of the New Year,
To urge us forward with hopes held high,
To live out our lives full of good cheer,
And with strong faith as God’s Day draws nigh.

This New Year could be much like the old,
For there’s nothing new under the sun.
So with strength in our souls, let’s be bold,
And run the race ‘till our prize is won.

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COUNT IT ALL JOY

At daybreak, God coaxes you out of your sleep;
At first light, God’s blessings you’ll surely reap;
As His love surrounds you, arise in awe;
From His bountiful harvest you will draw!

In silence, thoughts of God will fill your mind;
His presence in you – know God has defined;
Open your heart and receive His great love;
His grace and His blessing sent from above!

Sing unto God – Sing a new song today;
As His Spirit indwells – shows you the way;
Praise Him – oh, Praise Him with all of your heart;
From you, He promised He would not depart!

Draw from His strength – as He dwells within you;
Without Him, there is – nothing – you can do;
Give Him this day – your sorrow and pain;
Repent of your sins – please do not refrain!

Tell Him you love Him – and thank Him outright;
For all that He does – what He brings to light;
For a smile – a kind word – encouragement, too;
For what He accomplishes through me and you!

Count it all joy – raise your voice strong in song;
Be grateful – be joyful – to Him you belong;
Your sorrows – your happiness – give it to Him;
And His Spirit – will fill your heart to the brim!

Rely on Him – do nothing – without His consent;
In your prayer – be mindful He’s omnipresent;
Give Him this day your acceptance and pray;
You can count it all joy at the end of the day!

D01: 7/20/2013

Posted by Duchess here on 01/07/2024

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Sidewalk Chalk

H/T Valerie Curren

Sidewalk Chalk, God’s Word on the street,
Spreading The Truth to traveling feet.
Seen by all who may walk that way;
Manna from heaven in full display.

Food for thought and great blessings, too,
From precious words that Angels drew.
Messages for souls, speaking to hearts,
Call to all with New Life to impart.

Oh, that the world would walk by and see,
And read and believe to be set free
To live their lives holding Christ’s hand,
Bathed in His love, and living God’s plan.

On one Great Day, when The Trump sounds,
And we depart, bound for Holy Ground,
Those who wrote will hear from God’s Son,
“Come faithful servant, enter, well done.”

Original poem from Bako Carl on 01/07/2024

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Be Still

The world rushes by most every day,
And drags us with it in every way.
The hustle and bustle, they know no end,
As we waste our lives for money to spend.

Our lives are much more than riches to hold,
Than houses and goods, and silver and gold.
Wealth, power and fame are on the wrong road
And fill up our packs with a sinful load.

The world calls out loudly, “Come. Look and see!”
“All this can be yours if you’ll follow me!”
We feel temptation and we’re all so weak.
Will it hurt much if we just take a peek?

It’s in our nature to stumble and sin,
And has been since birth from our hearts within.
We face temptations all day, ev’ry hour,
But can resist with God’s Spirit’s power.

We must slow down, set our gazes above
To see Holy God, His mercy and love.
Though those around us may think we’re quite odd,
As we stop and be still to know our God.

We can know God now, if only in part,
Though our spirit be crushed with broken heart,
As soon will be here that Glorious Day
When we arise whole, and sin goes away.

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SHEPHERD OF MY HEART

The Shepherd keeps watch over His flock;
He daily checks hearts – then, He takes stock;
If one has been tempted and led astray;
He pursues and prods lest one slip away!

Carefully crafted by our God are we;
Inside our hearts – He can clearly see;
When we accept Jesus – as Lord of all;
We answer to Jesus – the Shepherd’s call!

Oh, Lord – let me never stray from the flock;
May you always find me when you take stock;
If some day – I should be tempted and stray;
Come after me, Lord – let me not slip away!

You know in my heart – Your Spirit resides;
Be sure in my heart – Your Spirit abides;
I lay at your feet – the trials of the day;
Shepherd of my Heart – be not far away!

Direct and perfect me in all I do;
Let my labor be blessed – pleasing to You;
Let all that I am and ever will be;
Give Honor and Glory only to Thee!

Whenever I’m stumbling along the way;
Reach out to me – set me upright – I pray;
Separated from You – I pray not to be;
Shepherd of My Heart – stay close to me!

Keeper of this heart of mine – be patient;
For I am but human – sometimes I’m salient;
Not paying attention – distracted am I;
With worldly concerns – in the blink of an eye!

Be the sunlight of my day – a ray of hope;
Help me, Oh Lord – to steadfastly cope;
Be the light of my night – a bright beacon;
The Shepherd of My Heart – my church deacon!

Wash and cleanse me – as I repent today;
Purify me – in Your Word and Your Way;
Let not my sin separate us for long;
Shepherd of my Heart – to You, I belong!

Strengthen me daily – that I may not stray;
Keep me securely in Your arms today;
I trust in You – above all – and I pray;
Shepherd of My Heart – guide my heart today!

D01: 08/01/2013

Posted here by Duchess01 on 17 March 2024

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