Come gather ‘round people, wherever you roam
And examine the polling from Tampa to Nome
And everywhere else that True Patriots call home
Where American Flags are still draping
And where people in need of ten yards of screened loam
Call for Four Seasons Total Landscaping [Read more…]
As I watch the people protest
And I read the homemade signs
I decipher what they’re thinking—-
I can read between the lines—-
As they shout their catchy slogans
Till they’re nearly out of breath
What they’re saying (and not saying)
Is quite simply “I choose death” [Read more…]
It might effect the elderly
It might effect the sickly
It might effect a bunch of us
If nothing changes quickly [Read more…]
Fighting for our freedom!
United in our quest!
Concerns? We never need ‘em
Knowing this is best!
The path we’re on is righteous!
Remember, we are right!
Unless, by chance we might just—
Might, maybe might just quite just—
Perpetuate our plight! [Read more…]
(that is, Bee Pee Sepielle)
By request by Daniel Midgley (wait, *that* Daniel Midgley? Apparently so), a verse about… well, about a rather remarkable photograph. (please do follow the link–I would love to embed the photo, but as a creator of original content, I am becoming a bit of a stickler for credit where it is due; the photographer, Mark Parrott, shouldn’t have his photo spread all over creation without recompense.) The photo shows… well… a bee. Peeing. in flight. It is a remarkable photo, and I really wish I had taken it. I’ve taken scores of pictures of bees, wasps, flies, and the like in my garden, but never an action shot like Parrott’s. [Read more…]
I bought myself some honey
Cos my yogurt needs a touch—
It cost very little money
(Since I hadn’t very much)
It was purchased in Bulgaria
Which really was a pain
Cos to bring my honey back with me
I had to take a plane. [Read more…]
The Grinch hated Christmas, and all its abuses,
But blamed just himself—he would make no excuses—
They told him (naïve, he had no need to doubt)
That his undersized heart—that was what it’s about.
The Christians could claim the town square as their own;
They could feast on roast beast and not throw him a bone.
The Grinch blamed himself; he’d accepted the dictum
That framed him as villain while truly the victim. [Read more…]
An absence, of course, is an absence of something,
Or else it’s no absence at all!
So atheists know, it’s an absence of GOD
Whom they claim disbelief in, recall—
But they can’t disbelieve in a thing that is not,
Or the concept just wouldn’t make sense!
And thus atheists prove that my God does exist,
While their own claims are purely pretense. [Read more…]
A learned man was queried
Where almighty God was found:
“He’s everywhere, eternally—
To see Him, look around!
He cannot be delimited;
He’s every place we look—
Not merely in a church, or in
The pages of a book!” [Read more…]
Andrew Brown, writing in the Guardian, notices some interesting stuff about belief and disbelief, and nearly gets it right. Alas, no–but it is instructive to look at the interesting stuff, though. [Read more…]