Saturday, November 26, 2016

Cookies for Breakfast





Cookies for Breakfast
(by R.P.Edwards)

I was leaning towards pancakes
But cookies will do
Both loaded with sugar
But one has less goo
The consensus, indifference
So the griddle's passé
 Yes, it's cookies, so handy
For breakfast
Today




Years ago some of my children (along with a married-in gent) bought me one of those faux fireplaces that look so much nicer that their predecessors. This morning I was warming in front of the phony, yet fabulous, flames as a news show rambled on about the time-filling topics of the day.

First, the reason for the chill: I had recently returned from our local abortion clinic (much to say, but probably already said in the archives) and the nearly December air was quite nippy and, since I was at the clinic for a while, my thermal defenses had worn thin. 

Anyway, on the way home "pancakes" arose from my food-desire place and, since "I'm" the major breakfast maker I offered it to the younguns upon arrival. The consensus? "Nah."  So, since holiday cookies were nearby (and I didn't want to go through the extra effort for merely myself), THEY became breakfast. I figured the sugar content had to be comparable.

As I was saying; the newsies were blathering about various topics and one that caught my thawing ear had to do with the effect of leftward academics upon the pliable minds of our youth. This is a real sore spot with me; these  morally questionable mucky mucks messing with our heritage. But...BUT, since I am learning that "words" can give life, or kill; I choose, rather than curse the abusers, to pray that they (especially the older institutions) return to their roots of Godliness. 

That's about it. However, below is a link to a song I wrote sometime in the last decade. It's a Christmas offering. A bit on the sad side, but I think God is in it. I'll let you decide. 

BTW, after a while I made myself (just myself!) a ham n cheese omelet. So there, kids!




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Friday, November 18, 2016

Of Pork Chops and Politics




Trump's Time
(by R.P.Edwards)

Time for doing
Time for deeds
Time for fixing
Time for speed
Time for focus
Time to choose
Time for winning
No time to lose
Time to honor
Time to run
Time for healing
Time's begun
Time to finish
Time to start
Time for steel
And time for heart
Time's upon us
Time demands
Time for wisdom
Time for plans
Time's fulfilling
Time to jump
Time for changing
Time...for Trump



And so Mr. Trump has won. 

On the evening of the victory, at the beginning thereof, I had a bit of anxiety. True, there had been spiritual inklings of his coming triumph (I know the secular among us scoff at such things; their loss), but a grim picture had been painted by the "knowing" class and "No, not again!" was--as I say, "early on"-- an unavoidable thought. By the end of the night, however; relief and thanksgiving. The progressive scourge had been blunted; at least for the moment.

And, since that time I have contemplated dropping a few words. Indeed, I was (and am still) amused at the excesses of the fallen (hear of the "primal scream"?); especially at the PC breeding grounds...the Universities.The unction, however, did not rise to the production point.

But now my mind is on pork chops; whether to cook on the stove, or brave the elements (as the temperature is quickly dropping) and fire up the grill. I lean towards the latter. And, as I stir in that direction I point the reader to the above youtube link. The talented lyricist (and Elvis fan) GHW, from Texas, put some encouraging words to the tune of "Here comes Santa Claus". I tried to do it justice. Enjoy.

BTW, if the Trump administration has a position for this creative duo; we're available.

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Saturday, October 29, 2016

Drain the swamp, Donald!




Of Swamps
(by R.P.Edwards)

Swamps are slick
Slimy too
Yucky, icky, gobs of goo
Snakes and gators 
Bugs that bite
It's even worse
When there at night
But human swamps
Have deeper dirt
Lying, cheating, deeds that hurt
Morals moldy
Backbone gone
Pay for play
And on and on
So twixt the two
If a choice is made
I'll take the swamp
The everglade
For there the hurt
Is on the skin
But human swamps
Defile within



The election is near and my talented lyricist from Texas has seized on a phrase Donald Trump uttered a while ago as to Washington DC and its condition: "Drain the swamp."

So, the resulting video/song is above and, incredibly, since the initial declaration even MORE sleaze on the other side has come to light. Amazingly, many won't care. 

But, my hope is, that if Mr Trump makes it (and I believe he will), perhaps the swamp will be drained at last.

By the way, I picked up a Trump yard sign today. Let's see how long it lasts.  

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Tuesday, October 11, 2016

The Battle Hymn of the Republic and Abortion






Same Evil
(by R.P.Edwards)

The same evil
That brought the whip
Is behind the Doctor's 
Tear and rip
The same demons
Behind the chains
Are those that dine
On babies brains
The same evil
That fed the South
Now fills the leftist's
Mind and mouth
But NOT the same
Our dearest need
A Lincoln's rise
To speak and lead



This offering is written after the second presidential debate and after the lewd revelation of a decade past. Ho hum. As someone who has experienced four years in the navy and over 23 years in heavy industry, nasty talk does not dissuade me from my decision in this election.

Abortion, in the eyes of God, is murder. It was allowed as law, not due to the democratic process, but because 7 judges willed it so. Ms Clinton is VERY pro-abortion. Mr Trump...is not. It's where I begin, and he still has my vote.

As an aside: since evil exists in a realm not limited by fleshly decay, it is only reasonable to believe that evil entities perpetually influence where they are allowed. Abortion is one of these areas (C'mon, killing your own offspring?). And, since "dehumanizing" was essential to perpetuate American slavery, it is reasonable to assume that the same vile spirits that instructed towards that end are now, in our day, working the same tack.

Having said that, on occasion, at our local abortion clinic, I'll sing aloud a solo rendition of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" to go along with prayer and proclamations (NOT while women are heading towards the door; that's the time for gentle exhortation). Why? Because this is a war, dear reader. There is good. There is evil. And "Making America Great Again," must include the protection and cherishing of the most innocent and vulnerable among us.

The song: It contains my "solo" performance, plus some additional tracks to fill it out a bit.

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Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Mike Pence, the real deal








Pence
(by R.P.Edwards)

Mike Pence
The real deal
Passionate facts
Not perfunctory spiel 
A depth of doing
Of heart and hand
Showing the knowing
Making a stand


“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
And before you were born I consecrated you;
I have appointed you a prophet to the nations.”
(Jeremiah 1:5 NASB)



When I heard it I took notice; it was a bell-ringer; a whistle to attention; a substantive salute. I'm referring to the above scripture that VP candidate, Mike Pence, mentioned in the debate with his Hillary counterpart, Tim Kaine.

You see, this particular verse is one of the Biblical backers that makes God's view on life in the womb known. In essence, the Almighty says to the prophet "I" made you in the womb; "I" recognized and consecrated you before you were born; "I" had your life already planned out for you.

For the believer who is actually concerned about the Lord's opinion in this area this is a rock to stand upon. The God of the Bible recognizes (and indeed "makes") the person in the womb. From here the Sixth commandment applies, "Thou shalt not murder."

Anyway, the mention of this verse caught my attention for it means the future VP has a depth of faith beyond the hopeful expressions of  "wordsmiths and handlers."  I only hope that other Christ followers dare delve deeper into the Word of God. If they do, their vacillating on the Life issue will come to an end. 

Well done, Governor Pence.

Following is a little song that might help the Trump effort.




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Monday, October 3, 2016

In memory of Pedro Gomez

Pedro Gomez 1956-1985




Not of Works
(by R.P.Edwards)

Working 
Striving
See me shine
Pumping
Preening
All is mine
But Heaven's gate
Takes NONE of these
Just simple faith
On bended knees



28 Therefore they said to Him, “What shall we do, so that we may work the works of God?” 29 Jesus answered and said to them, “This is the work of God, that you believe in Him whom He has sent.”
(John 6:28,29)



Yes, yes, it's been a long time since I clicked the keyboard and offered my simple analysis and insight. 

I'd like to say I was on sabbatical; exploring and expanding my view of things. But no, I have been here, in my humble Midwestern digs, mulling about and NOT blogging. 

Oh, with all the doings of the candidates (debate etc) I've had many a thought that, "Hey, I could write about that." But "those" thoughts lacked the strength and stamina to get me moving.

But this post, dear reader, IS weighty AND worthy. You see, in my office (of sorts) there is a book shelf which contains the odds and ends of a life somewhat disorganized. Among the clutter are two year books from a Christian college I attended in the eighties. Perhaps I'll speak more of it sometime, but since the Lord has allowed me some musical talent, I was asked (in 1985) upon the tragic death of a fellow student, to come up with something for a memorial gathering. The song, "Jesus, He is my only claim," is the result.

His name was Pedro Gomez, 29, and his desire was to lead others to the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ; the Savior he had accepted just three years prior. I didn't "know" Pedro very well (I, a married type in married housing, and he, not) but we were, and ARE, brothers. And although his cut-short existence didn't allow for a longer re'sume', it turns out only "one" item is needed.

Anyway, I had the mindset to YouTube (ize) some old songs. This one came to mind; as did the yearbook; as did Pedro. I think God is in it. 

God bless you as you listen.  Jesus, He is my only claim

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Wednesday, September 7, 2016

One people, One God, One American flag








WE Choose
(by R.P.Edwards)

Academics
With godless views
Cultured barbarians
Bring the news
Entertainers
With pagan speech
ALL above
They love to teach
School the dullards
Me and You
Rework the founding
Reshape the true
But THESE are phantoms
Of vapor's length
But WE THE PEOPLE
Choose God
And strength
 

"We will be one people, under one God, saluting one American flag"
(Donald J. Trump, Sept 7, 2016)



I forget the "title" of the address: Foreign policy, military musings...not sure. But Mr. Trump laid out, yet again, a comprehensive plan as to his leanings in the event of his presidency being confirmed. 

I liked it.

You know, it's so darn refreshing to have someone who doesn't acquiescence to the godless elite in our land: The PCers; the arrogant academics and their spawn. And, Mr Trump is that someone. Not used to fawning and faking; he tells it like it is. And, how "it is" is dire. 

Concerning the quote: It was an "in your face" utterance that I appreciate much. YES, we ARE one people. YES, we recognize one God (check out Washington's Bible for a clue), AND YES, when we become Americans we leave our old flag behind. 

Good job, Mr Trump. Keep it coming.

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