Four Light Hearted Poems on Acts…

“Paul and the Levitical Pickle” A scribe sat down with ink and scroll,Intent to grasp the Gospel whole.He’d read of grace and Spirit’s flameThen Paul arrived and changed the game. “Now hold,” said Paul, “the Law was good,But Christ fulfilled it as He should.No need for goats or temple ritesJust faith and love and sleepless …

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Oblivious to the obvious – an haiku.

Bright sun shines above, Oblivious to the shade, Obvious, it's there. - Simple truths unfold, Oblivious eyes may miss, Obvious to some. - Words drift on the breeze, Oblivious to their weight, Obvious meaning. Please subscribe below. Let's support each other. I always follow back. © Richard J Kirk, writing as Joseph R Mason - …

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The Next Six Months of Trumpton: A Satirical Snapshot.

What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months? Oh, gather ‘round, ye weary souls, As the next six months of Trumpton rolls. The tweets will fly, MAGA caps will shout, And logic? Well, that’s been voted out. He’ll build a wall (or maybe not), While scandals brew in every pot. His hair, fake blond, defies the …

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Loves Lustre Lost.

This poem is quite weird, it started out as a secular example of today's society then turned into a gospel warning of things to come... February 2025 Love has lost its lustre, lust however shines. Romance may not quite be dead, but we can see the signs Gratification is what they seek, To ply the …

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Simplicity – A Poem.

In an uneasy world, I seek simplicity's embrace, Amidst the chaos, a refuge, a quiet space. Praise unforgotten calm, like whispers in the night, Guiding my lost soul with gentle light. Where shadows linger, and hearts often sway, Simplicity shines, leading the way. In an uneasy world, let me find peace, I praise unforgotten calm, …

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January’s Wolf Moon – A Poem

January: Wolf Moon Native Americans and Medieval Europeans called January's full Moon a Wolf Moon. It is thought to be because wolves howled more at this time of year as there was less food. In the heart of winter’s chill, Silent snowflakes veil the hill, A silver orb ascends the night, Bathed in ethereal, frosty …

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