Ink Pastries

Little rhyming poems that are delectable, and a few side dishes.

ARE YOU BEING CAREFUL? (VERY SHORT POEM!)

BE CAREFUL!!!

If anything said (even here) raises your hackles
ask God if you’re being approached with more shackles:
religion can be the slave-driver in disguise
which tells you what men, and not God, thinks is “wise.”

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ARE YOU PRONE TO ARGUE? (POEM)

ARGUE, ARGUE, ARGUE

When reading Amazon reviews
I think I’ll stick to poetry
and never claim to know the news
to give to you, through such as me.

So if you please to read what’s here
don’t quote me, as if I am God!
Like Jesus, I point upward, dear.
I’m not a member of a squad.

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DO YOU WORSHIP THE UNHOLY TRINITY? (POEM)

MOST PEOPLE WORSHIP THE UNHOLY TRINITY
(DO YOU?)

In two years, no man that I ever see
surprises me–not one yet is a “find.”
They all worship the unholy trinity–
their dick, their wallet, their mind.

Their mind is often their “sense of humor,”
and God forbid you forget to laugh.
They fashion themselves athletes or spread the rumor
that they’ve a huge fleshy staff.

They fashion themselves as generous hearts
because they buy you a thing or two–
but it’s Satan’s bribe, sulfurous farts
from a “self” that worships their own “smart view.”

Even the ministers I’ve met
take bribes to “pardon” their congregation who go on
to sin, and hope to become the pet
of a man–and their demons are not gone.

Yes, I sometimes feel alone in a great big place
that is doomed to be burned up by the sun.
But I know there are called-out ones who face
their Creator–they praise what He has done!

And the beautiful day will come when I re-unite
with my brothers and sisters–the holy host
who lost their way, but called out to God in their plight
and of a “self” no longer boast.

The only long-lasting portion we can bet on
is the one with God: our soul–
but if it’s being separate from your soul you are set on
as Satan brainwashed you–if that’s your goal

then I mourn for you. Blessed are those who mourn, he said,
because so many go down the wrong path.
Those who worship their body or their mind, will be dead
on the day Satan takes them, with wrath.

Satan doesn’t wish to perish alone
so he keeps us un-whole if he can
as we invest in these “things” for which God can’t atone:
dust and the “spirit of man.”

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ARE YOU HOVERING OVER SEEDLINGS? (POEM)

I AM NOT TO HOVER ONCE THE SEED IS PLANTED

GOD told me I am not to hover
over a seed He’s asked me to plant in the dust–
I’m to move on while knowing He’ll cover
the rest, but free will, in the end, is a must.

Seedlings will grow in breakable soil,
but a “death” must precede its own sprouting:
the shell of it broken from within–belief’s toil
is minuscule compared to our doubting.

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HAVE YOU ASKED GOD TO “INTERFERE?” (POEM)

GOD CAN ONLY INTERFERE ON OUR BEHALF
IF WE ASK HIM

The only way God can interfere
on your and my behalf
is for you and I to open an ear
to His Word, never mocking His staff,

and take His gift very seriously:
free will is but temporary
because if Satan “wins” you, your spirit’s not free,
and your body is his to bury.

That’s why no funeral of a non-believer
is glorious–it’s drab and gray
because everyone’s pretending, like the self-deceiver,
that there’s no hell to pay.

You see, Satan interferes day in and day out
until you call out to God, for grace,
because he has no respect, he’s ALL about
enslaving you right to your face.

He enjoys operating right under your nose
so you’ll choose what’s evil instead
until you realize at your last breath you’ve no clothes–
the skin that God sewed you is dead

and it falls away and all that is left
is the spirit–the inclination–your mind–
which Satan now takes, and of which you’re bereft:
now your soul can be claimed by his kind.

But very few ministers claim what I know:
that being born once won’t suffice.
The LORD formed you up, and to hell he did go
to release your soul not once, but twice!!

When you’ve made a second decision to be enslaved–
in Sodom–for Pharaoh–the Nile,
you will not remember by whom you were saved.
You are Satan’s once more to defile.

So use your time wisely–it’s very short
when to Eternity, it is compared.
God plays for keeps, but for Satan, it’s sport:
he kills every mouse that he’s snared

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ARE YOU AWARE OF WHAT YOU ARE? (SHORT POEM)

WE’RE ALL SLAVES WITH A SHORT REPRIEVE

Consider yourself a slave
with a momentary reprieve
and that, my friend, is called breath!
With the freedom God gave
you can ask, then believe
with His instructions you can
outrun your death!

But if you’re distracted by
the bread, by the things, by the power
that Satan offers you here
you’re a slave to his lie
that like chains on you spread
by the hour
till you’re meat on his spear.

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HAVE YOU ADMITTED TO THE BAD BET?? (POEM)

SALVATION REVERSES A BAD BET WE MADE
Salvation is the reversal of a very bad bet
you made–you were lied to and fell
for the ruse. And on winning a thing you were set
and the lie then became yours to tell.

But when you lost and found yourself chained
to the one who invented the lie
you cried out. But so many lies, now ingrained
in your spirit, rose up in the hopes you would die

instead of being delivered by the Midwife
of God into the arms of the Father you left.
The evil spirits cling to what’s left of your life
to distract you from what’s still bereft.

And you try and you try to fill up the hole
that was evident the moment you heard
and obeyed a lie–that day you lost your soul
and it stayed where it basks in the Word.

When you turn to face the One who loves you,
and ask, with your gift of free will,
for your soul back, you will begin then to do
what He asks, and up, with the best wine, to fill.

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ARE YOU WATER OR WINE? (SHORT POEM)

FROM WATER TO WINE

When you tell a man what not to do
he will do it–as if, from within, this was willed.
Only submitting our will to what’s true
is submitting our land to be tilled.

We were raised up to dust, an earthen vessel
and filled with water, by God’s command.
But the vessel breaks, and the water will wrestle
with the Prince of the Air and of land.

It’s imperative we ask, as Jesus said–
that we knock, that we seek to be wine.
Otherwise like an earthen vessel, our bed,
like the dust, has no soul that’s divine.

Jesus will turn your water into wine.
He will turn you into something of note.
He will return your soul, and tug on the line
until you’re lifted back into the boat.

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ARE YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES OR GRATEFUL FOR A SECOND CHANCE? (SHORT POEM)

WE ASKED FOR EVIL THEN COMPLAINED WHEN WE GOT IT

We asked to go where there’s no God
and then wonder why evil exists?
Complaining and whining and blaming we plod
through the desert, making our lists

of what we’ll ask when we actually meet
but we’ll not see the Promised Land
if we take the credit or pretend our defeat–
either way it’s our death we have planned.

God is ready to, right now, converse
through His Spirit: His choice to return us
if we ask Him directly about every verse
He will guide us where no one can burn us.

Don’t let anyone tell you, not even me,
what the “good book” says you’re to do.
Ask God yourself, and then you’ll be free
of Satan and all that’s untrue.

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WHAT BUBBLE ARE YOU THINKING PROTECTS YOU? (POEM)

THE BUBBLE POPPED AND HIS “MIND” STOPPED

I watched as the intellectual bubble he was in
get pricked by, what we should know, is the inevitable pin.
We watched as all the air passed from his lungs into the air
and the thing he prided most left and wasn’t even there.

His library full of books did not a thing to save his life.
His muscles atrophied and he fell over on his wife.
He recognized his children only once in a great while
and only for a moment in a toothless vapid smile.

When Jacob chose his lot, it was the Soul he’d left behind
to explore good and evil: and to then make up his “mind.”
But pure evil wasn’t joyful, and God helped him bust from jail
into human form: another chance to claim his lot or fail.

Which fig tree will you be: will you opt for teachable?
One who let’s the trench be dug by Him who is impeachable?
Or will you languish, not accepting nourishment or living water,
and become, for he who hates you, seasoned wood and fire’s fodder?

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