Idiot Actors (Tell His Story)

Are you really tired of actors talking politics?

I wonder why the actors think

that we care about their views.

Those not red are surely pink,

and most really hate the Jews.

Some rail on 'bout climate change;

"Follow science!" is their cry,

but they aren't going to rearrange 

the private jets on which they fly.

Maybe they should really stick

to the job for which they're paid,

but do they do the poli-schtick

because deep down they are afraid 

that when youth's good looks are spent 

they'll find themselves irrelevant?

This linkup will close on November 6, at 7pm MST. I'm going to be standing in for Kate Motaung at Five Minute Friday through the end of the year, and so FMF and Tell His Story will co-locate. The posts will go live

 each Thursday at 8pm MST, and will be announced on Facebook (Andrew Budek) and X (@BudekSchmeisser)

In January Tell His Story will return to the usual Tuesday morning schedule.

I hope you'll join me; I have some nice writing prompts planned.

Sylvia prefers Shrek.

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Five Minute Fridaying, Starting Next Week...

 

It's strange how time just flies on by,

and how each week we greet

folks we'll never see by eye,

never touch, nor ever meet,

but these people are quite real

with hopes and dreams and cares,

and I know them enough to feel 

that they don't put on airs.

Some will score the modern world,

to say the Internet doth isolate,

but I don't think I'll be deterred,

and surely will not hesitate 

to love these faceless distant friends

with honesty, and no pretence.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is RECOGNIZE.

I don't recognize the man I see

when I behold the looking-glass,

because, in truth, I used to be 

a cad, a boor, an...uh, donkey.

But now there is a look of peace 

peering through the biker beard,

something of the heart's release,

and that's really, really weird,

for cancer's tearing me apart,

I puke, and hit the floor on pain,

but I see a happy heart

in the mirror, to remain

through the days through which I roam

until the day God calls me home.

To repeat the announcement from last week...

As you know, Kate won't be hosting FMF through November and December.

I offered to stand in, and she accepted. I can't begin to describe how honoured I am.

You won't be getting her emails announcing posts, but I will let you know on X (@BudekSchmeisser) and Facebook (Andrew Budek).

I don't spam these platforms. Just the blog, my Substack site, and an occasional uplifting quote.

The posts will go live on Thursday nights at 8pm Mountain Time.

I'll do things a little differently, since I'm not nearly the writer Kate is. I already have a list of words, and I'll give myself five minutes to find a good quote (or several) that fits the prompt. I think the prompts will be fun.

And none of my poetry, because this is about being a placeholder for Kate. 

The dates will be:

November 7

November 14

November 21

November 28

December 5

December 12

December 19

December 26

January 2

I really hope you'll join me.

So does Sylvia. She's the brains behind all this.

 

For The Lonely, And A Coming Schedule Change (Tell His Story)

 This is a sonnet for the lonely and desperate. It is not my life.

Please don't walk away from me,
I didn't mean to get so ill
and I really try to be 
the person that I once was, still,
but I can hardly walk there days,
my speech and thoughts are slow.
It takes me time to coin a phrase,
but please, my friend, don't go!
Please remember who I was
in a broader, brighter place.
Please stay here with me because
I really need to see you face
to hear your laugh, enjoy your smile,
to let me know I'm still worthwhile.

Sylvia says this applies to old and sick dogs and cats, as well.

There will be a temporary change of schedule for Tell His Story, posting on Thursdays at 8 pm Mountain Time through November (starting November 7) and December, and January 2.

Kate Motaung, the host for Five Minute Friday, will be off for that time, and I will be stepping in with prompts.

I invite you to do a five minute write, or to link a favourite post.

I hope you'll be with me!

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Stepping Into A Giant's Shoes

Dear Five Minute Friday People,

As you know, Kate won't be hosting FMF through November and December.

I offered to stand in, and she accepted. I can't begin to describe how honoured I am.

You won't be getting her emails announcing posts, but I will let you know on X (@BudekSchmeisser) and Facebook (Andrew Budek).

I don't spam these platforms. Just the blog, my Substack site, and an occasional uplifting quote.

The posts will go live on Thursday nights at 8pm Mountain Time.

I'll do things a little differently, since I'm not nearly the writer Kate is. I already have a list of words, and I'll give myself five minutes to find a good quote that fits the prompt.

And none of my poetry!

The dates will be:

November 7

November 14

November 21

November 28

December 5

December 12

December 19

December 26

January 2

I really hope you'll join me.

So does Sylvia. She's the brains behind all this.

 

Farm Report (Tell His Story)

Walk away, turn off the news

and let this act be your retort.

Sing your home, and not the blues 

as this is your Farm Report. 

When comes sun, and when comes hail?

The marching throng will summon hell

that they in anger hope world's fail,

but I think that time will tell,

and that the corn will grow in rows,

and the golden wheat will wave,

and as our boredom with hate grows

we'll find the Farm Report will save 

our great nation, keep it whole,

and thus save our collective soul.

Sylvia prefers cows to corn and wheat, as cows bring milk, and milk brings ice cream. 

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If Only

 The words If Only are at odds

with any kind of Divine Grace,

'cause fundamentally they throw God's

blessings for you in His Face.

If only means you aren't content 

with the love He has for you,

and they demonstrate intent

to leave His arms for something new,

so purge these words from heart and tongue,

let them not arise in thought,

and doing so, you'll stand among

those whose loyalty is not bought 

by the longing for Earth's bling,

the madding grasp for the brass ring.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is REAL.

When you wish upon a star

to ask for blessings that you feel 

must be made to how things are...

well, dude, that isn't real.

If wishes might be horses, well,

then beggars would ride,

but the wish is empty shell 

that holds nothing inside,

and distracts you from the truth

that God's will is not our own,

and we have to take as proof 

the Blood that He had sown

from His Son at Calvary,

the ransom paid for you and me.

Sylvia reaches for ice cream, and in this she is content.

A Prayer For The Babies (Tell His Story)

There is a child that's just been born,

arrived the other day.

He deserves a world untorn,

and to this end I pray

that bladed words might be made new

to comment on the love and grace

which may one day be coming true

to heal this sad and lonely place,

and so I will begin it here,

and let compassion fly

gently to where air is clear,

and maybe, by and by,

others might come to understand,

and walk in beauty, hand in hand.p

Sylvia loves children, and peace.

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