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!

Monday, September 18, 2017



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 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.

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 --
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. --


"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 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.

Monday, May 23, 2016



My friend, you've always been so calm,
A help in many ways.
I know YOU often go through trials,
Some low and gloomy days.
I don't know how you carry on.
You've heard your share of sighs.
It's sweet that others see the love
Light shining in your eyes.

You always do so many things,
Diverse and everywhere.
I pray you'll stop and care for YOU,
Let others do their share.
I know you must be spread so thin.
You go when you hear cries --
Some laughter, too, and I can see
Light shining in your eyes.

But lately, friend, your steps seem strained,
Distracted, maybe blue,
Pressing toward a better land
When this short life is through
I'm with you there as I grow old
And loose these earthly ties.
It's fine as slow it slips away
Light fading from our eyes.

There comes a time to pass the torch.
It's hard to lay it down.
Sweet sadness, memories, letting go,
Forced smile to hide your frown.
I'm grateful for the things you do.
We all know how time flies.
God bless you for what all you do with
Light shining in your eyes.

~ by Netagene, May 22, 2016. I can think of more than one person this fits, but I got the idea and initial thought from something Mrs. Davis said a few days previously. The preacher where we worship recently has had shingles and bronchitis, in addition to diabetes and heart problems. He also fell a couple of months ago working in his backyard garden. He IS spread thin, and tries to go every time anyone calls, in addition to preaching 2 sermons and teaching 2 (sometimes 3) Bible classes every week. Lately he has really looked tired. Mrs. D said that it looked like the "light had gone out of his eyes". For years he's been highly involved with the FC Alabama camp. I told him at lunch one day last year, when he was talking about camp, that maybe it was time he "passed the torch". I could tell he wasn't happy with that. This year, he isn't even going to the camp, so in that, he HAS passed the torch.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

What Jesus did for Me

What Jesus did for me
(I can’t imagine)

I can't imagine love so true
Mercy abundantly
Giving me a life anew
What Jesus did for me.

I can't imagine love so strong
That gives me liberty
Bound to right instead of wrong
What Jesus did for me.

I can't imagine how He died
He suffered on Calvary.
Raised on the cross and crucified
What Jesus did for me.

I can't imagine how He prayed
On earth, such humility
Then in a tomb, His body laid
What Jesus did for me.

I can’t imagine that He cared
He is God – equality!
Because of Him, my life is spared
What Jesus did for me.

I can’t imagine how He saw
My pride, my vanity
Yet He who was without a flaw
What Jesus did for me.

I can’t imagine how he cried
When He saw into me
Yet took me in, His arms held wide
What Jesus did for me.

By Netagene Kirkpatrick, April 24, 2016