Letters
Post office workers are stealing letters!
And yet still they go their various churches and pray;
But who is telling them the truth about,
'Thou shall not steal'?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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October the Post Office Cat
Some thought she was a stray
That had come for scraps along the way
That might be left from the lunch
Of the post office staff; a kindly bunch.
But others knew her for what she was,
October the Post Office Cat.
She had a duty like any employee
To be on time and serve the public daily
And as any other as all know,
Had an official position just so.
October the Post Office Cat.
As soon as the walks were swept
And the doors were opened for the daily visits,
She found her space upon the walk
A bit removed so that none would balk
As they came to do their task or mail whatever.
October the Post Office Cat.
She often times was given the duty
Of minding some child whose custodian
Had business to attend
In dealing with the letters or packages within,
So she laid there carefully in the sun
Till end of day when her work was done.
October the Post Office Cat.
She was known by all who came along that way
Parking carefully throughout the day
Making sure that she was not disturbed
As she, her duties did perform.
Watching and listening to the sounds of pleasure
That only can be bestowed on one to treasure.
Yet adults knew not how to measure.
October the Post Office Cat.
On the post across the way
A yellow sign was placed on display
By the lady who ran the insurance office
Who wanted to be sure that others notice
That this was the path taken each day
As the cat came to begin her official stay.
October the Post Office Cat.
There came a time when she did not appear
And it was certainly a time to fear
That something had befallen this special one
Who worked so hard to please everyone
And the sign was removed so that all would know
That she wouldn't be there anymore.
October the Post Office Cat.
Then mysteriously the sign reappeared
On the post for all to read
Which proclaimed that this was the crossing
Reserved for the cat that all were missing.
And it's said that she comes each day
Although never seen by adults on their way
But the children know that she is there.
October the Post Office Cat.
poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
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Closer To Heaven
Those who steal should steal no more! !
For you are taking away my sins by stealing my items;
And, i am getting closer to heaven than you are.
Cut it off and throw it away!
And learn how to do the right ting than evil;
For i have to enjoy my life with my muse,
And like the peace of a land far away from home!
Stop stealing and live peacefully with us all,
Because, i want to ride my horse always in peace around you;
And like the muse of love than the muse of wars! !
For, stealing my items brings me closer to heaven than you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Truth Of Truths!
WHAT BE THOU THAT I NEED FEAR THEE?
WHAT HATH THOU THAT I BE AFRAID FOR?
WHY WOULDEST THOU WISH THAT I BE INFERIOR?
FOR TO TELL THE TRUTH!
I SEE NOT A REASON TO FEAR THEE!
I SEE NOT A REASON TO BE THY INFERIOR!
FOR THY GOLDS AND SILVER IS BUT ILL GOTTEN!
YEA! ALL I HAVE IS MY WISDOM!
THAT TOO THOU WOULDEST STEAL FROM ME!
NAY! I AM MORE THAN YE SAY I AM!
FOR YE WOULDEST NEVER BE GONE FROM ME!
THY SONS AND DAUGHTERS!
THY SERVANTS AND WORSHIPPERS!
ALL WISH TO STEAL FROM ME AND CALL IT CONQUERING!
NAY I SAY! THOU ART AN INFERIOR!
MY VICTORY IS IN THY DOINGS!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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No people is wholly civilized where a distinction is drawn between stealing an office and stealing a purse.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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Awareness
Conscience
Thou art mystery
Love thy yet
Whisper out loud
Open sim sim
Thou allow one
Knowing the code
Thou feel to open
Thou fly
Thou dance
Thou swim
Thou play
Thou thrive on Truth
Truth nothing but the Truth
Discarding worn coat
In oblivion
Thou merge
With infinity
For the time being.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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My mother speaks of my step being a source of life-long pain to her, that it is a living death, etc. By the same post I had several letters from anxious relatives, telling me that it was my duty to come home and thus ease my mother's anxiety.
quote by Elizabeth Garrett Anderson
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Thou shalt not steal. I mean defensively. On offense, indeed thou shall steal and thou must.
quote by Branch Rickey
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I Wait For My Turn In The Post- Office
I WAIT FOR MY TURN IN THE POST- OFFICE
I wait for my turn in the post- office
Impatience breathes all around me
I tell myself to be quiet-
I am seated after all
And now have a pen in my hand.
Others can waste time waiting
But I will write a few lines for Eternity
I remember the agitation
The sense of meaninglessness
Which have accompanied me all day today
And yesterday
And many days
And all my days.
I write these lines
With relief,
As if I am really doing something.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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It Is A Joy
It is a joy to sit in a cluttered basement in the morning.
It is a joy to wait at the dentist's office.
It is a joy to drive to the post office, and not have an accident.
It is a joy to go to the bathroom.
It is a joy to type.
It is a joy to listen.
It is a joy to see.
I am seeing.
poem by Kongsaeng Chris Everson
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To His Wife
O Pure of soul, and fond and deep of heart
For those who darkened be,
Lift up thy holy voice, at morn and eve,
And pray for me,—
For me, who for this thronging world’s hot strife
A prize hath brought to be
Among the known—but sweet too dearly earned;
Ah, pray for me.
Not aye the scholar’s path a track of peace,
Nor from the dread sins free;
Hard by the Isles of Truth doth Circe prowl;
Oh, pray for me.
The spirits’ hell-gloom and its hurricane
Round studious cells may be;
Thou patient Moon of Memory’s dreary sky,
Oh, pray for me.
When through thy well-known window, oped beneath
The uneasy, whispering tree,
Burn stars we children two have tried to count,
Then pray for me.
At hour of rest, and when the moon makes pleased
The melancholy sea,
And noon’s surcease of happy household toil,
Yes, pray for me.
Some solace for this wrung and rifted heart,
That, wheresoe’er thou be,
Thou wilt, God’s holiest gift, thou woman pure,
Yet pray for me.
poem by Daniel Henry Deniehy
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Do Not Steal
Do not steal another’s name;
Do not steal your neighbor’s fame;
Do not steal next person’s house;
Do not steal someone’s spouse.
Do not steal one’s money;
Do not steal someone’s honey;
Do not steal other’s labor;
Do not steal things from neighbor.
Do not steal another’s job;
Do not steal from poorer mob;
Do not steal next man’s limelight;
Do not steal another’s might.
Do not steal another’s health;
Do not steal your neighbor’s wealth.
Do not steal next person’s praise;
Do not steal from human race.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-20-2008
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet 101: O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends
For thy neglect of truth in beauty dyed?
Both truth and beauty on my love depends;
So dost thou too, and therein dignified.
Make answer, Muse. Wilt thou not haply say,
"Truth needs no colour with his colour fixed,
Beauty no pencil, beauty's truth to lay,
But best is best, if never intermixed"?
Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?
Excuse not silence so, for't lies in thee
To make him much outlive a gilded tomb
And to be praised of ages yet to be.
Then do thy office, Muse; I teach thee how
To make him seem, long hence, as he shows now.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Thou shall not steal. I mean defensively. On offense, thou shall steal and thou must.
quote by Branch Rickey
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Mendacious!
Mendacious, node, aid, aide, doe, does, sad, used, aids, dies!
Not telling the truth;
But, the truth will surely crash you one day.
Mendacious, in, as, dance, dances, sand, dams, mends, do, so;
Playing with your mind and not being ready for the truth!
However, telling the truth is better than lies.
Mendacious, man, men, mad, dam, is, as, me, due, main, and, die!
But, the truth is always the truth and, there is nothing more than the truth;
So, not telling the truth will lead you nowhere.
Mendacious, use, sea, made, dame, aim, aims, mean, mains, means!
With the works of your hands as seen by others;
But, try to tell the truth always.
Mendacious, Cain, coin, coins, ion, ions, dice, nice, muse, on, no;
In the land of your muse and, in the ways of mankind!
But, try to tell the truth always.
Mendacious, send, mend, amend, den, dens, same, Sam, and, Dan!
But, not telling the truth before the court;
However, the truth will crash you one day! !
Mendacious, use, dues, sue, sin, mind, minds, end, ends, mouse, mice!
With the works of our hands as seen by others in this life;
But, we need to tell the truth always.
Mendacious, cud, ice, cod, ace, are, maids, maid, code, mode, cad;
But, try to live by the truth always in this life! !
Because, we need the truth to lead us on always on the right path.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What should we emphasize in our teaching We learn much from Paul's letters to Timothy and Titus. Paul mentored each and sent them out to the churches to encourage and instruct God's Children of Grace. Notice how often Paul uses the words 'command,' 'warn,' and 'remind' in his letters to Timothy and Titus. God wants us to be loving and gentle in the way we teach His children, but He also wants us to be strong, precise and decisive in what we declare. We are not 'asking' Christians to obey God's Word. We are 'telling' them what God commands. We have no special power in ourselves, but when we preach God's Word we have the 'Power' of God behind us Our preaching and teaching should be in the 'Power and Strength' of God. He gave us the responsibility and authority to declare His Word. We do it humbly, but we do it.
quote by Mark McGee
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The Little Town O' Tailholt
You kin boast about yer cities, and their stiddy growth and size,
And brag about yer County-seats, and business enterprise,
And railroads, and factories, and all sich foolery--
But the little Town o' Tailholt is big enough fer me!
You kin harp about yer churches, with their steeples in the clouds,
And gas about yer graded streets, and blow about yer crowds;
You kin talk about yer 'theaters,' and all you've got to see--
But the little Town o' Tailholt is show enough fer me!
They hain't no style in our town-- hit's little-like and small--
They hain't no 'churches,' nuther--, jes' the meetin' house is all;
They's no sidewalks, to speak of-- but the highway's allus free,
And the little Town o' Tailholt is wide enough fer me!
Some find it discommodin'-like, I'm willin' to admit,
To hev but one post-office, and a womern keepin' hit,
And the drug-store, and shoe-shop, and grocery, all three--
But the little Town o' Tailholt is handy 'nough fer me!
You kin smile and turn yer nose up, and joke and hev yer fun,
And laugh and holler 'Tail-holts is better holts'n none!
Ef the city suits you better w'y, hit's where you'd ort'o be--
But the little Town o' Tailholt's good enough fer me!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Red Letters
Red letters
Cut deep
Soothe the pain inside.
Red letters
Bold and loud
Scream silently.
Red letters
Secret and hidden
But a cry for help.
Red letters -
A way to deal with this pain.
As I cut these words into my skin
I remember seeing red words somewhere before
Then it hits me like a lightning bolt -
Words of Jesus are printed in red. Words of Christ in red.
Red letters
Real truth, piercing deep
Soothes my pain inside.
Red letters
Your passion, Your blood
Covers me.
Red letters
Hope and life
I cry, 'Fill me! '
Red letters -
You were pierced and bloody
So I wouldn't have to be.
'What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
Oh! precious is the flow that makes me white as snow!
No other fount I know -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus! '
Red letters... Nothing but the blood -
Red letters... Nothing but the blood of Jesus!
poem by Zoe MacRae
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My Prayer
We all believe in faith
there is a heaven for everyone
there are all different kinds
some pray to the sun, others to thy god
from the Bible to the Watchtower to Quran
words are different, so are we
from Churches to the sands, from our beds
we all pray for the same
Peace, Harmony, Happiness, and good health
pray for each other
We are all brothers and Sisters of the world
peace to all from a far
different we are, and will be
but I believe we are one
keep the faith, pray
poem by Michael Peterson
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The First Lord's Song
When I was a lad I served a term
As office boy to an Attorney's firm;
I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor,
And I polished up the handle of the big front door.
I polished up that handle so successfullee,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
As office boy I made such a mark
That they gave me the post of a junior clerk;
I served the writs with a smile so bland,
And I copied all the letters in a big round hand.
I copied all the letters in a hand so free,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
In serving writs I made such a name
That an articled clerk I soon became;
I wore clean collars and a brand-new suit
For the Pass Examination at the Institute:
And that Pass Examination did so well for me,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Of legal knowledge I acquired such a grip
That they took me into the partnership,
And that junior partnership I ween,
Was the only ship that I ever had seen:
But that kind of ship so suited me,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
I grew so rich that I was sent
By a pocket borough into Parliament;
I always voted at my Party's call,
And I never thought of thinking for myself at all.
I thought so little, they rewarded me,
By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Now, landsmen all, whoever you may be,
If you want to rise to the top of the tree -
If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool,
Be careful to be guided by this golden rule -
Stick close to your desks and NEVER GO TO SEA,
And you all may be Rulers of the Queen's Navee!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Chance and Trouble
Search, searching chances
Search, searching troubles
Steal, stealing chances
Steal, stealing troubles
Searching chance in trouble
Searching trouble to get chance
Stealing chance in trouble
Stealing trouble to get chance
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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