Psalm 150

Praise the Lord!
Praise God in His sanctuary;
Praise Him in His mighty
firmament!

Praise Him for His mighty
acts;
Praise Him according to His excellent greatness!

Praise Him with the sound of the trumphet;
Praise Him with the lute and harp!
Praise Him with the timbrel
and dance;
Praise Him with stringed
instruments and flutes!
Praise Him with loud cymbals;
Praise Him with clashing
cymbals!

Let everything that has breath
praise the LORD.

Praise the LORD!

Taken from the Holy Bible, New King James Version, Nelson Publishers

a new writer who just can't say hello by
Reppard Horne

as if summoned by
a photograph
(you look like my
Aunt Jessie, the one
i had my Kentucky crush on)
i came.
somehow I knew I
was welcome
i was supposed to be
here
i was home…
with my tattered notebook
of
I love you poems
and hope
i placed my big toe
in the cool water
without hesitation
I genuflected
praying to be considered
yet knowing I would be
if you only knew how many
times
I had given academy award winning
patio performances
speaking into hairbrush microphones
and talking to my agent
on telephones
made from my
thumb and little finger …
my imagination
has an audience
and my words may fall upon ears other
than my own…
by the way
i’m Reppard,
pleased to meet you

copyright Reppard Horne

Psalm 11
Faith in the Lord's Righteousness
To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David
In the Lord I put my trust;
How can you say to my soul,
"Flee as a bird to your mountain?"?
For look! The wicked bend their bow,
They make ready their arrow on the string,
That they may shoot secretly at the upright in heart.
If the foundations are destroyed,
What can the righteous do?
The Lord is in His holy temple,
The Lord's throne is in heaven;
His eyes behold,
His eyelids test the sons of men.
The Lord tests the righteous,
But the wicked and the one who loves violence
His soul hates.
Upon the wicked He will rain coals;
Fire and brimstone and a burning wind
Shall be the portion of their cup.
For the Lord is righteous,
He Loves righteousness;
His countenance beholds the upright.

Scripture taken from the New King James Version. Copyright 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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Ole Mother Nature
By Michelle Korgis-Fitzpatrick

You gave us time,
Time to cherish one another,
Time to hold one another,
And time to love one another.
You gave us air,
Air to breathe for life.
You gave us trees,
Trees to grow full of fruit.
You gave us land,
Land to till for other foods,
Land to live on,
Land to play on,
And land to hunt on.
You gave us fresh springs,
Fresh springs to drink from,
And fresh springs to cool off in,
During the hot summer days.
You gave us all types of beautiful flowers,
Beautiful flowers to remind us
Of the beauty that lays
Inside each and everyone of us.
You gave us many things, plus more.
Ole Mother Nature,
Why is it some do not stop
To see all these things?
Some take it for granted; your gift
Of a beautiful world.
Trashing the lands,
Polluting the waters and air,
Building bigger and taller buildings
Just to compete with one another,
Ignoring the pretty flowers,
And covering your dirt over our waste lands.
For how I see it,
If everyone would open their eyes,
They’d see what has been done.
Some have strived to make changes
And still continue.
Some are still blinded,
Where others don’t seem to care.
A lot of people wish for a better world.
But how can this be a better world
If people don’t open their eyes
To see what all is before them?

© 2002 by Michelle Korgis-Fitzpatrick: http://www.freewebs.com/authorsnartist/

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A Tribute to Rosa Parks
By Raynard Villa Hall

Rain showers punctuate the sadness of the day like tears for the passing of Ms. Rosa. The news everywhere you turn for the next few days will honor this small woman who's courage and sacrifices helped ignite and solidify what came to be known as the Civil Rights Movement.

Hopefully, long after the "news cycle" moves on, we will remember and embrace the values and the commitment exemplified by how Rosa Parks spent the last 50 years of her life. And we will find ways and create monuments so that our memories of her will live on and on for future generations of Americans. My own would be of the image in my mind of Rosa Parks sitting quietly and holding hands with Mamie Till Mobley, the other mother of the movement. Together, their spirits changed the world.

Raynard Villa Hall
10/25/2005

Contact Raynard: radarnard@mindspring.com

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Urban Poetry
By Carolyn Gibson

Gibson shares a bit of herself though her poetry. In pieces such as the, "Good-Byes," she speaks of the heartbreak of starting over; humiliation and abuse, and even the strength of getting over bad affairs and moving on.

"Fall is Not a Season," talks of being placed high on a pedestal, then being ignored, neglected and abandoned. "Too Late Love," is like a sad song of a love allowed to die before feelings are expressed. "Fat Chant," contains the hurting names obese people are called and ends with, "I wonder why fat people have such love self-esteem?"

"In Celebration of Men," Gibson salutes the "State of Manhood." She reports on the condition and statistics of men, from the players to the BMW's (Black Men Working). Read Gibson's, Urban Poetry, and be empowered as you're entertained!



Love
by Carolyn Gibson

You wake up thinking about how happy you feel
You experience an Inner Glow,
Heat without flames:
You feel different.
You're In Love!



Good--Bye #2
by Carolyn Gibson

I don't have a real explanation
why I have to break up with you;
Only that no matter how hard I tried,
I couldn't feel a connection,
the kind that I need to stay faithful
to one person.
So I have to say
Good-Bye.

Carolyn's website http://www.carolynscorner.com

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WHY GOD, WHY
By George L. Cook III

Why God, why?
Why did you let the hurricane come?
Why did you let it kill thousands?
Why God, Why?
Why did so many have to die?
Why is our nation left to cry?

Why God, Why?
Why have you let families be destroyed?
Why have you let homes be washed away?
Why God, Why?
Why did so many have to die?
Why is our nation left to cry?

Why God, Why?
Why was help so late in coming?
Why didn't you make it come faster?
Why God, Why?
Why did so many have to die?
Why is our nation left to cry?

Maybe even you ask why?
Maybe next time we see clouds in the sky
and the rain comes we will know that you also cry
when you ask yourself, WHY????

George's website http://www.letstalkhonestly.com