Blinded by Insight (C)

To be insightful means to intuitively grasp things - an "aha!" moment!

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I am a member of the church of Christ. I have been writing things since I was little. Some have been printed, some posted. I write to teach or encourage; to blow off steam; and for fun! I had my own motorcycle in my 40s; I was a bluegrass music DJ for about 13 years; I've performed some. I am a member of the NRA. In 2003 (age 59), I became high partial legally blind; in 2005, I had to get hearing aids! Franklin Field said: "Poor eyes limit your sight; poor vision limits your deeds". And no kidding, the picture was made April, 2012!

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Through a Dim Glass

THROUGH A DIM GLASS

The older I get,
The denser I see,
As if through a scrim,
Opaquely.

Some things that I know
Now seem as a shade.
Thick, grey-white fog ...
Synapses delayed.

Faithful through life,
But sometimes I slide.
Repent ... I'm forgiven.
From God, I can't hide.

Still I have hope,
Though curtain was hung.
Love everlasting.
Heaven's begun!

Through a dim glass ...
Window between --- 
Faith, hope, and love ---
My life is now clean. 

The older I am,
The closer I'll be
To heavenly rest,
Eternally.

by Netagene, October 10-11, 2017. This is my “working” copy, even though I already posted it on Facebook like this. Maybe it's complete. ... I've read that forgetting and misplacing things and sometimes being slow to find words is nothing to worry about, that the problems (such as senility, Alzheimer's, whatever) arise when a person forgets what something is for.

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Jesus ... if I still could drive

Jesus, draw me --- ever nearer ...
If I only --- still could drive.
I get tired --- and discouraged,
Always calling --- for a ride.

Hope some Christian --- understands this,
Through my ever --- silent plea.
With my Bible --- and my song book,
At my home is --- where I'll be.

When I'm home bound, I'm not angry.
Trials come while --- here below.
I'll still praise the --- GREAT CREATOR.
Jesus loves me. This I know.

I'm encouraged --- when with others.
Blood-of-Christ kin --- is the best.
I am ready --- for forever.
Heaven's waiting. I will rest.

Jesus, draw me --- ever nearer ...
Whether deaf or --- whether blind.
I'll hear singing. I'll see Jesus.
Angels, take me --- on my last ride.

By Netagene, October 4, 2017. The lady who's been taking me to worship lately (since my main chauffeur friend is in rehab) was sick. I didn't want to pressure anyone to either get me, or find someone who could.

Monday, September 18, 2017

The WHEELBARROW

The WHEELBARROW

No more wheelbarrow's-full
Of limbs up to the street.
I'm pleased I got it done,
But wow! I sure am beat!

No more pushing wheelbarrows.
I thought I still was strong.
Even empty, it was heavy.
The driveway seemed so long.

A wheelbarrow is so handy,
Easily used in heat or cold.
But now I've learned my lesson.
I don't like to admit I'm old!

I'm glad I have a wheelbarrow.
Cleared leaf and limb and log.
I should have quit much sooner.
My mind's now in a fog.

No fault of the wheelbarrow,
But I did too much, I know.
I've always been independent.
Hard to admit I'm getting slow.

After using the wheelbarrow in August,
I was really hurting a lot.
Walking, breathing, coughing ...
Now pneumonia's what I've got.

Maybe a gardener will use a wheelbarrow ...
Working at a steady pace.
I'll leave such chores to a strong man.
Maybe there's one at the rehab place.

Maybe a wheelbarrow can be symbolic ...
Tripod base, the godhead three.
And I am carried and supported
From now to eternity.

Written by Netagene, with love, September 17, 2017, as if Eunice Davis, age 93, was speaking. This is actually what happened. She pushed 3+ loads of limbs, etc., from the far back of her lot, up through the grass and driveway, to the street, for trash pickup. Her lot is steep and slopes down. The limbs had fallen during a storm, then had been rained on. They were heavy ... and heavier because of being damp. She hurt so badly she could barely move a couple of days later, especially her right leg, such that she was unable to drive. That gradually improved some so that she was back to driving some. Then a few days later, she started running a fever and was coughing, so she went to the doctor. He had her immediately check herself into the hospital. That was Friday, September 8. A few days later, she was moved to SICU ... then back to a regular room ... and on ... to a nursing home for rehab ...

Friday, July 21, 2017

JUST a LITTLE

JUST a LITTLE

Just a little donkey who refused to obey --
Then that animal spoke. He save his rider that same day.

Just a little cord, hung down outside a wall --
Helped spies to escape, before a cities great fall.

Just a little stone in a shepherd boy's hand,
Flying from a sling, killed a giant of a man.

Just a little servant girl told her master's wife,
What a man could do have a better life.

Just a little maiden unknown on the earth -- 
God had chosen her to bring a special birth.

Just a little rooster crowed one early day -- 
Caused a man to cry – bitterly he did pray.

Just a little needle - things shown around a bed -- 
Clothes sewn for others – someone raised from the dead.

Just a little action, to wash away our sins,
Obeying God's commandments
To show our love.
Amen. 

1. Balaam (Numbers 22) 
2. Rahab in Jericho (Joshua 2) 
3. David and Goliath (1 Samuel 17)
4. Naaman (1 Kings 5)
5. Mary (Matthew 1)
6. Peter (Matthew 26, Mark 14)
7. Dorcas (Acts 9:36ff)
8, Baptism (Mark 16:15-16, Acts 2:38)

I wrote this September 24-25, 2015, but had forgotten about it. Mary Jo Coull, a new Facebook friend remembered seeing it, found it on July 20, 2017!

Saturday, September 3, 2016

SOUTHERN LIKE NO OTHER’N!



Southern like no other'n --
Tasty fried green 'maters!
Salt and pepper added
To those, and mashed pertaters!

Southern like no other'n --
Kentucky Wonders! (Them's green beans!)
Sweet corn from Granny's garden!
Goodness! What I mean!

Southern like no other'n --
Biscuits and country ham!
Scuppernongs from the arbor --
Mama made some into jam!

Southern like no other'n --
Okry from Grandpa's yard --
Cornbread and sweet cream butter!
This eatin' makes me t'ared!

Southern like no other'n -- 
Egg custard and choc’lit cake --
Lemon meringue and nanner puddin' – 
Yum! How them aunties can bake!

Southern like no other'n --
Pecans from a big ol' tree --
Sorghum syrup ... I want some!
I hope that pie's for me!

Southern like no other'n --
Got a job for old man Geezer!
Add milk and eggs and berries.
Start crankin’ that ice cream freezer!

Southern like no other'n -- 
If you're hungry, well, it's your own fault! 
There ain't gonna be no leftovers.
"Clean your plate" 's what we was taught.

Southern like no other'n --
Sweet tea and ginger snaps --
A sugar high! 0h, definitely!
Then us'll take some naps!

Southern like no other'n --
Let's bow our heads and pray.
"We thank you, Heavenly Father,
For blessin’ us every day!"

-- by Netagene Kirkpatrick. I wrote all but 2 verses in less than an hour on September 3, 2016! I actually wrote the title, not thinking about a poem, when I commented on the Bud's Best cookies Facebook wall a couple of days previously! I wrote 2 additional verses (I'm not telling which ones!) on September 4. --

ENEMIES, ACTORS, and THE ALMIGHTY



"Hypocrite" is a Greek word, an actor in a play --
Disguising, hiding who he is, changing character whenever he may.

The masked one isn't on hiatus. The imposter doesn't sleep.
He hides in the shadowy wings to surprise and pounce and keep.

An actor you don't suspect, laughing at his wiles ...
Like a comic movie villian ... suckering you in with his smiles.

You and I have enemies -- some disguised as friends.
You say you don't? Is that a lie? What will be your end?

Be suspicious if you don't know a person, if they come on too close and too sure.
Be pleasant but don't be gullible, til you're positive they're motives are pure.

Anyone can be your enemy. Sometimes the choice is hard.
It might even be a kinsman. Be always on your guard.

Satan's a chameleon. He morphs so he'll fit in.
He hooks you on some story, doing all to make you sin.

He acts as if he's friendly. But Satan's the father of lies.
You think you've got a new buddy, but it's Lucifer in disguise.

A wolf in a sheep's clothing, an enemy watching you on the sly.
Stay close to your Good Shepherd. He's the one who'll answer your cry.

Like a shepherd with a lambkin, He cradles you in His arms,
Away from two-faced enemies, saving you from harm.

God, the Good Shepherd, leads you safely, an escape from the serpent's snares,
So always follow Jesus. He's the only one who cares.

The enemy is probably smiling, an actor with subliminal voice.
Don't follow the sweet subtle sirens. Make Jesus your heavenly choice.


-- by Netagene Kirkpatrick, August 21 - September 2, 2016. I have no idea where I got the idea! --

Saturday, June 18, 2016

OLD LADY


Old Lady with a walking cane
Learned it wasn't much help at all.
Old Lady walking down a slope
Was really afraid she might fall.


Old Lady found it wasn't too bad
To uphill walk a slope.
Old Lady, taking a step at a time
Trudged on, holding onto hope.

Old Lady finally admits that, yeah,
She knows she's getting old.
Old Lady's going to stop taking chances,
To quit trying to be so bold.

Old Lady has some smarts, for sure,
Decides to use her brain.
Old Lady had already bought other things
Because falling would be a pain.


Old Lady bought stuff a few years ago,
While she had money to spend.
Old Lady knew prices only go up.
She knew her years might soon end.


Old Lady now uses a walker,
An ugly aluminum frame.
Old Lady decorates it pretty.
"Ugly" is not her game.

Old Lady has help for sight and sound,
And now for walking, too.
Old Lady's still alive and goes and goes
And sings and tells God, "thank you!"


 ~ By Netagene, in about 10 minutes Thursday, June 16, 2016. I think it's finished. Could be better if I'd taken more time. (I still might reword some.) Yes, I'm using a walker more and more frequently. I haven't decorated it yet but I'm trying to come up with something real soon. I used to decorate my long white cane.

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