FACEBOOK Poems - part 13

8:15 a.m. Tuesday, September 25

Today I'll “sister sit” for awhile.
Ms. Rena's in her 90s, always makes me smile.

8:38 a.m. Wednesday, September 26.

Better is a burger that I share with a friend,
than a steak all alone just for me.
Better to cry with a friend who is sad,
than to laugh all alone heartily.

(10:30 a.m. at the church house today, then all who wanted to, went to the Olive Garden for lunch ... so today I ate - and laughed - with 13 other ladies and 3 men! But other days, YES, I'd rather have a burger with a friend than some fancy food by myself.)

9 a.m. Thursday, September 27. 

A bit soon to worship last night was fine.
Joyce got me early. She forgot what time.
We usually meet at 6:30, but last night met at 7.
Would be wonderful, though, to be early to Heaven!

9:27 a.m. Friday, September 28.

The weather is crazy. Today it is hot.

Doesn't change if I fuss, doesn't change if I not.

There's better things to think on, and so

Good thoughts on my mind, rather than "woe, woe, woe"!

8:40 a.m. Saturday, September 29.

If I'm up after midnight, I sometimes start seeing things ...
Crawlies on the floor, or movements that have wings.
I know my eyes and brain plays tricks, but I sure wish they would cease,
Of course if I went to bed earlier, rather than hallucinations, I'd be sound asleep!

7:45 a.m. Sunday, September 30.

One day of the week, we ate some "gospel bird".

You mean you've never heard that? It's really not absurd!

Just think of Sunday dinner, when company came to meet

Each other for a meal! Chicken! Let's all eat!

(First of course: spiritual food at worship. Weather forecast is 90% rain today but some of us still went to lunch. As Ms. Eunice says, rain or not, we still have to eat! Chicken is also known as "yard bird”.)

9:00 a.m. Monday, October 1.

Going to be a busy week. Can't post every day.
This is my only ''stay home''. Other times, I'll be away.

Glad I'm staying home today. Forecast again is rain.

I'll stay busy with something! Work the little cells in my brain!

DARWIN's SHEEP

Have you ever heard of Darwin's Sheep? or someone who wanders 'round?
often straying from the flock – whose nose is to the ground?

The grass is good in front of it. It rarely lifts its eyes,
then suddenly, it's far away, much to its surprise.

It's wedged into a corner. No way can it back out –
or a step from falling off a cliff, e'en it hears the shepherd’s shout.

But some sheep just won't listen. The shepherd knows what's best.
That one wouldn't be a good breeder. Let it go to save the rest.

Some times some folks can be like sheep, meandering on their way –
aimlessly in their own world, not noticing where they stray.

The shepherd can only do so much – won't force from the rocky steep.
Do YOU follow The Good Shepherd? or are you one of Darwin's sheep?

~ by Netagene, about 1 a.m. (middle of the night), September 23/24, 2012 ~

A few applicable verses from the New Testament: Matthew 10:14; Mark 4:19; John 10; Romans 1:24; I Timothy 6:8-9; Hebrews 6:4-8; James 1:12-15; I Peter 2:25; II Peter 2:9-21.

Here's where I got the idea for the poem.

I’d never heard of "Darwin's sheep" until I read about it in a novel. I looked it up. It refers to a sheep that wanders from the flock, maybe keeps its nose to the ground while eating, doesn’t pay attention to where it’s going, etc., and thus often eats itself into a corner and can’t get out, or follows the good grass down a cliff and can’t get back up, and so starves or maybe falls to its death, into a crevasse, etc. You get the idea … and the shepherd doesn’t bother to go after it, or after trying with no results, lets it go … because he doesn’t want a sheep like that to breed in with his flock … “survival of the fittest” … thus “Darwin’s sheep”.

FACEBOOK Poems - part 12

8:37 a.m. Wednesday, September 19, 2012.

It was pouring rain, but the day was bright.
Cloud cover, but the sun shone through!
Thought for sure that there'd be a rainbow ...
God's promise in pink, green, and blue!

But the only thing that could be seen ...
Rain-fed earth, grasses green ...
Drawn with God's lovely brush-painted sheen ...
Dirty things had been made clean.

Just as we're washed in the blood,
buried with Christ, o'erwhelmed by flood ...
Sprinkling's wrong. That just won't do.
Raised to live a life brand new.

(Kind of a double poem I wrote the previous day, about what was happening then. Temperature on my porch about 8 a.m. was 55 cool degrees! Bible class at the Huffman church of Christ building at 10:30 today.)

8:07 a.m. Thursday, September 20.

My brain today is running slow.

The rhymes right now are getting low.

The weather’s changed and there’s a chill.

I’ll blame that on why my thinking’s taken a spill.

(I know the meter on that last line isn't good.)

8:55 a.m. Friday, September 21.

A Waffle House just opened up about 2 miles from me.

Yesterday I went with a friend and we ate mightily!

Do you call that gluttony?

(As one friend pointed out, because I took about half of mine home for a couple other meals, it wasn't gluttony.)

7:55 a.m. Saturday, September 22.

Crocheting so slow I was almost going backward ...
Or “frogging” some yarn 'cause I made a mistake.
I know that I'm tired when I can't do an ''easy'' -
When a nap's on my mind and the time isn't late. 

8:10 a.m. Sunday, September 23.

Where I go to worship,

our gospel meeting starts today.

We don't try to "prosetyze" -

Only Jesus can lead the way.

The visiting preacher is originally from here.

I look forward to hearing him speak.

I'm sure it will be God's Words he says -

Powerful, but meek. 

9:50 a.m. Monday, September 24.

The seasons change. There's now a chill.
Birds? Mostly crows -- the song birds are still.

FACEBOOK Poems - part 11

8:30 a.m. Wednesday, September 12. 2012. 

'Maters and 'taters and corn and beans!

No wonder I can't fit in my old blue jeans!
Oh, how those carbs and such go to my hips,
But umm! the good taste when they go past my lips!

8:25 a.m. Thursday, September 13. 

I'm a yarnaholic, but no 12 steps.

It's relaxing to me; I don't need any "helps"!

Two needles or one hook are oft' in my hand.

I'll "yarn" you something as fast as I can!

9:24 a.m. Friday, September 14. 

When the weather's nice, guess where I'll be -

On my front porch. Wish you could join me!

10:00 a.m. Saturday, September 15.

Happiness comes from within.
I'll do my best to avoid sin.

(I've been up awhile ... just now signing on! Gotta get something to eat, get the morning's newspaper ... and back to crocheting! On my screened-in front porch of course!)

7:43 a.m. Sunday, Sept. 16

I'll live forever but where will I be? God gave me birth for eternity!

E'en tho' life here is sometimes sad, by obeying God, my forever-life will be glad.

(Written May 27 & August 28, 2011)

9:06 a.m. Monday, September 17.

There was a quick cloudburst during preaching last night.

Forecast: 100% rain the next 2 days.

But I've no problems. Everything is all right.

And I'll always give God the praise!

(That's according to the NOAA site. It's wasn’t raining right at that minute, but I did go put some things in the mailbox, bring the garbage can from the curb back to the house, and get the newspaper - and sit on the front porch while I could.)

8:40 a.m. Tuesday, September 18.

Forecast was right - 100 percent –

raining straight down. Glad I'm not in a tent!
Recently got a new roof - old one there'd been a while.
I'm safe and I'm dry. Contented ... I smile.

(Right then, it's wasn’t raining, but it WAS thundering. It WAS raining, straight down, hard, when I wrote that the previous day. And the forecast was still 100%.)

FACEBOOK Poems - part 10

8:15 a.m. Tuesday, September 4, 2012.

No Bible class today. Can't think of how to rhyme.

Surgery for someone. Feel sure all will go fine.

(The class is at Joy's house; her mother Sara also attends. Joe is Joy's father/Sara's husband. He's having vein surgery on one leg this day and on the other leg tomorrow.)

8:40 a.m. Wednesday, September 5.

Wednesday morning Bible class starts again today!

Nice to study with friends. I'll soon be on my way!

(This one's only during the school year. We meet in a room at the Huffman church house. Not sure what we’d be studying, but I found out when I got there! It’s a book about the conquest of Canaan and the Israelite judges.)

9:55 a.m. Thursday, September 6.

When I wake up choking, I take half a Claritin.

Store brand works just as fine, 'til I breathe easy again.

(Crazy weather! Also felt like someone hit me in the eye - at least it's my left eye. As I was posting that, the temperature was 75 and the humidity was 80%.)

9:05 a.m. Friday, September 7.

You probably have some friends who I don't like,

and I probably have some of whom you're not fond.

But neither of us should try to control the other

Much better that we could be friends and have a close bond.

(I wrote that in a few minutes the previous day after someone called to tell me that she was unfriending me because of some people I am friends with on Facebook.)

9:33 a.m. Saturday, September 8.

Saturday is here again, but most days I just yawn.

I retired in twenty-ten. Don't get up 'fore dawn.

(For my last job, I had to ride the paratransit bus. My driver was usually at my house about 6 a.m. to get me to work by 7:30.)

8:09 a.m. Sunday, September 9.

Sunday morning, worship again –

all together, both women and men.

Not separated, as some churches do.

God is Creator, and He'll see us through.

9:25 a.m. Monday, September 10.

Got a big sty in my eye -
hurts, oh my! Makes me cry!

(The lady who sits near me at worship is the one who spotted the problem - a big white blog on the inside of my lower left eyelid. I haven't had a sty in "ages".)

9:05 a.m. Monday, September 11.

The weather has changed. The humidity's high.
The temperature's nice, but the ''fog'' hurts my eye.
It's somewhat like wading - drops hang in the air,
but at least things are cooler, and the mist will soon clear.

FACEBOOK Poems - part 9

9:20 a.m. Tuesday, August 28, 2012.

God made the rules. He gives the test.
For every day, I'll do my best.

8:35 a.m. Wednesday, August 29.

Writing a poem a day is really hard.

Lets you and me know I'm not much of a bard!

9:50 a.m. Thursday, August 30.

Can't believe how late I stayed up last night, reading!

To bed at 3:45!

Wasn't long before the sun this morning woke me,

So I'm not "lively" but yeah, I'm alive.

8:52 a.m. Friday, August 31.

I had a good night; hope you did, too.

Weather looks like it'll be a nice day.

Pat's coming over - she's a real good friend.

We're going to lunch and to Lifeway.

9:48 a.m. Saturday, September 1, 2012.

So many books, so little time - so much yarn to crochet!

When I die, I'll have a book or a hook in my hand

When my body's put into the clay!

But I learn from books, and I crochet things,

And both help me to unwind.

I'm content with my lot and here I'll stay,

Until God calls me home in His time.

8:00 a.m. Sunday, September 2.

The Amish are called the "Plain" people.

I've been reading about them awhile.

Mostly they seem contented.

No matter what happens, they smile.

Daily they read their Bibles. Daily they also pray.

They work unattached to the outside.

Shouldn't we all be somewhat that way?

(written in a few minutes on Saturday, August 25)

9:10 a.m. Monday, September 3.

I know the sun is shining, and that it's shining here,
but there's a really thick cloud cover. Today is storming and drear.
Cannot see the sun, tho' time is after nine.
It’s raining steady, gloomy, but with God, the day is fine.

(So it's not one of my best. I wrote it as I was posting it. When the rain let up a little, I brought in the day's newspaper. Sugar melts; salt lumps. I'm not sugar, so I'm OK!)

FACEBOOK Poems - part 8

7:55 a.m. Monday, August 20, 2012.

''Be it ever so humble'', so says the song -

tho' mine is real messy, ''there's no place like home'.

... and it's where I belong.

(From Wikipedia: The lyrics to the song: "Home, Sweet Home" were written by John Howard Payne and the music composed by Sir Henry Bishop, in 1823.)

8:42 a.m. Tuesday, August 21.

Every family has some: clueless uncles and goofy aunts ...
so if I'm too old to be your honey,
I'd still like to join you for a meal or a dance!

(written in less than 10 minutes on Friday, August 10)

9:35 a.m. Wednesday, August 22.

Been up awhile - better go eat.

Strawberry ice cream - that's my treat!

9:05 a.m. Thursday, August 23.

Death and taxes and bugs and bills -

Daily with me and always will.

But I'm thankful for other things -

I'm alive so my heart mostly sings!

While I'm still breathing, I know I can cope

With all of my problems, and I still have hope.

Thank you, God, for forgiveness when I stray.

I know I'll be blessed with Heaven one day,

(written in about 10 minutes late the previous day)

8:20 a.m. Friday, August 24.

Love is patient so while I'm living -

I know God is love - patient and forgiving.

8:15 a.m. Sunday, August 26.

Why are some people nasty? Why do some like to control?
Don't they know when they hurt others,

it also leaves them in the cold?
I know God knows what goes on, and that He cares for me,
but when a friend becomes hateful,
I wish my brain had a ''delete'' key.

Such meanness is like a virus that eats inside my brain.

Please, God, remind me to praise you,
Please God, take away my pain.

(written in about 10 minutes the previous evening.)

8:50 a.m. Monday, August 27.

Oh how terrible to be sick, especially on Sunday morning -

Can't chance exposing others, so I'll stay in bed, a'groaning.

(written especially for Joyce Brumbeloe, who was sick the previous day and unable to make it to worship.)