Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Is

God is.
All that is
Is
Because 
God is.

Dios es.
Todo li que hay
Es
Porque
Dios es.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Coughing

Weaker Than a Gerund

If you send a gerund,
On an errand,
It can convert cough into coughing,
It can convert sleep into sleeping.
In fact "inging",
While singing,
Is its "thinging".

But I on the errand,
Can not compete with a gerund,
I can convert cough into coughing,
But not while sleep, sleep, sleeping.
Coughing,
Not sleeping,
Is my "thinging".



Thursday, September 24, 2015

Focus on Life

Focus on Life

Days of pain,
Days of doubt,
Try to drain,
what life's about.

Life's about Love.
Life's about Duty.
Life's about friends.
Life's about Beauty.

So if at noon,
It's dark as night,
Whistle a tune,
Don't surrender the fight.

Life's about Love.
Life's about Duty.
Life's about friends.
Life's about Beauty.

Focus on life,
Each day that you live.
dwell not on death.
Be quick to forgive.

Life's about Love.
Life's about Duty.
Life's about friends.
Life's about Beauty.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Common Cold

I think I am much too old,
To have just a common cold.
So let Google inspire us,
It's not a cold it's a rhinovirus.

Friday, September 18, 2015

Funny Story



This is funny story my grandfather was found of telling me. I don't know if it's fact or fiction so I call it "a Harlan Ky WW2 Legend". About a half dozen people in a Harlan County group I am in contacted me to say it was fact.

It seems a draft board official asked a prospective draftee, "what's your name?" He was surprised by the young man's answer, "I don't rightly know."

Now angry the official demanded, "what do you mean you don't know, everyone knows their own name!?"

Sincerely the youth replied, "we was born twins. Mom named us Silus and Gilus. One of us up and died. We ain't sure which one."
       JSM

Rev J Scott Martin in a blogger and author, more into jscottmartin dot com


Thursday, September 17, 2015

The Shell

The Shell

Is it fear?
Is it fright?
Is it wrong?
Is it right?

Love is wasted,
Never tasted.
Stuck in a shell,
Social norms spell.

A pain shared,
Is a burden paired,
But Inside the shell,
You must not tell.

I see the tears,
Aged past years,
I must not ask,
Tis not my task.

Love is wasted,
Never tasted.
I am the stranger,
The norm of danger.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Perfect Morn

Excellent Morn

Sipping Coffee,
Clear my mind,
Search my soul,
Love, joy, peace,
Intact the treasure trove.