Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

March 17, 2015

 

Lucky Limericks

 

 

Knock! Knock!

500 miles to cast me shadow on her castle door-a

To court lassie pert-Peggy, “Shore and Begorrah!”

Disappointed! Learn that me maiden’s gone

Holiday in Dublin with her Irish lover Sean

’Tis okay. I’ll kiss her pretty younger sister Nora

 

 

Free bottle!?

Ambition! Drink the ole Irish whiskey sea dry

Of course, I’ll not make it, but I’ll college-try

I’d rather have a free bottle in front of me

Than W. C. Fields’ free frontal lobotomy

Probably had enough when I agree pigs can fly

 

 

Irish Kiss

A “Lucky clover”-find to embrace an Irish-Miss

Better fortune yet to a fetching lassie Irish-kiss

Potato whiskey toast: Bless the Emerald Isle!

Drinks on  the ‘Pot of Gold” Leprechaun-style

Celebrate yon green of good St. Patrick’s Irish-bliss

 

 

Irish “See”

There once was a man left ole McKendree

Who traveled afar cross a bright emerald sea

To avoid an errant lorry he jumped in a ditch

Then rescued was he by a wee Irish witch

Returning home smiling, he said,

Tis with her I would rather be!

 

 

Irish Dance

Fiddle for me, Bonnie Love, a rousing emotional Irish violin tune

Smile sweetly whilst soft take me hand; cherry lips I promise kiss soon

Sail deep blue-green sea before white billowed canvass afore time is done

Dare traverse I, gleaming sky-castle just west of bright high noon day sun

Fly unicorn fantasy south on wild-wind ore’ alabaster orb of pale full moon

 

“Thunder” George

(1968-2014)

Sweet heart-chord melody tender-touching Irish folk-song

Reminder true of a single human brotherhood we each belong

Experienced not the pleasure to greet George “Celtic” in me time

Yet, kindred-spirit caressed me heart-chord with clear loving chime

Away he sailed to live in me spirit-soul real men love-lament forlorn

 

 

English Row Boat “Oars”?

(An obfuscated confused colloquialism?)

“Let’s go boating!” the Yank to the Limey said

“I’ve got a rowboat, you bring two oars,” he plead

“A fun afternoon in the sun on the water, instead”

The English proudly partake proper tea and crumpets

Second choice they indulge in tasty, saucy hot strumpets

Percy brought “oars”: a big bombshell buxom blonde

and a frisky, fiery, foxy, Irish randy red head

 



Then! Now! Come! (Past! present! Future!)

Then, Now, Come

(Translation: Past, Present, Future)

 

In that syncopated morass under life’s history

Prevailing human will affects what the present be

Difficult! Yet, not so obfuscated perspicacity to see

Confess! Oh! Mighty warrior proud! The problem: ME!

 

Each dawn-Redemption! Another chance; Hope abounds

Challenge true! Taste humble-pie thee has purpose-found

Offer honest speak! Faux celebrity friends finally astound

Laugh out loud at reflected revealed self in humor clowned

 

Understand a single year in measure

Find essence in each season treasure

Joy! Truly lives in journey pleasure

Adventure-event sense sumptuous “le‘z’ure”

 

Don hubris-proud locomotion

Spread sweetly honey-lotion

Dare wild-passioned emotion

Project holy, sacred devotion

 

In judgment thoughts be simple kind

For a harsh word any replacement find

With kind deeds rekindle a loving mind

Demonic-dead ashes leave a-purpose behind

 

Nature manages seasons four with Spring begins

Wild thunderstorm cools Summer scorcher things

Autumn royal-regal palette painted leaves with wings

White-blanket Winter-comfort restful reticence sings

 

In delicious freedom allow life take its course

Accept His will, deny thy own to perpetual force

Live Honor-bold like servant-mighty Noble horse

Humble self! Perform Thy will of Almighty Source

 

Amen!



Faith!? Excuses! & What can I do?

A Sunday Sermon

 

God calls each of us to be His messenger. At inception, the Master already had a plan for our life. He beckons us to walk with Him, to be so full of His Love that others will see the joy in us and desire what it is that we possess. “Christianity”, it has been alleged, cannot be taught; the concept must be caught. Example teaches---best; desire of Grace catches---best! Amen!

If you think that you could never live like that? Faith! Friend! Faith! Give it a try!

Following are a list of some of the greatest people of the Bible. Each of them held reasonable conviction as to why God could not and would not choose them. Nice try!

 

Consider these excuses; then, next time you feel God can’t use humble you, just remember:

 

Jacob was a liar     Noah was a drunk

Leah was ugly        Gideon was afraid

Abraham was too old         Isaac was a daydreamer

Job went bankrupt             Zaccheus was too small

Peter denied Christ                        Paul was too religious

Elijah was suicidal             Rahab was a prostitute

Timothy had an ulcer        Naomi was a widow

Jonah ran away from God’s call

Moses had a speech impediment

Martha was a perpetual worrier

Isaiah thought himself unworthy

Joseph was abused by his brothers

The disciples fell asleep while praying

At Jesus’ arrest, they all forsook Him and fled

Sampson had long hair and was a womanizer

Jeremiah and Timothy thought they were too young

David had an affair with a married woman and murdered her husband

The Samaritan woman who spoke to Jesus at the well was five times divorced

 

And, the most decided of all excuses:

 

Lazarus was Dead!

 

So? What is your excuse? Whatever it is, God can still use you to your full potential!

After all, you are not the message---

You are only the…messenger!

 

Amen? Amen!

   

What can I do? Perhaps: Begin

 

Oh! Such big problems! If only they understood

My free advice: He could! She should! I would!

 

Issues monumental! Demon-evil challenges inspected

Exacerbated trouble? Culprit? Image mirror-reflected

 

But! Unfair! It’s not me! Innocence proclaimed!

My little world! My church! My town! Refrained

 

Issues just too convoluted-difficult for intense introspection

My fault? Guilt? Not in my lexicon concordance inspection

 

“Not my problem! Nothing I can do! Some other must step-up

Places to go! Things to do! People to see! Is it time for sup?

 

Faith! Friend! Freely follow fervently omniscient Creator’s call

Promote: “Right!” Simply do: “Good!” Avoid pernicious pitfall

 

Out West Salida Rocky Mountain-way a leathered rock-hound sits

Sample-filled wood battered box challenges his vast knowledge-wits

 

Acknowledged him to turn North seeking mountain Arabian-herd

Found Deity along the river bank while sighted awesome eagle-bird

 

Crystal hailstone-ice pierced clear cerulean space on wild temper-storm

Clumsy-stumbled, bumped hard head, attention got, began sense to form

 

Vista-awesome nature finally found right there before seeing-blind eyes

High Rocky-beauty white-cotton puffs punctuate pure sapphire skies

 

Rumble-thunder hoofs of Arabian horses fly tundra choreographed

What might I do? Appreciate! Capture miracle mind-photographed

 

Seek Love! For, of and by within this fantastic gift- journey---Life!

Passion kiss! Embrace tight! Sense beauty pure! Dare ban all strife!

 

Clear solution-answers to faux fears surface surely from within

’Tis not they but, rather, I must face-confess evil-burden guilty sin

 

Lord! Pray I! Let me first display Your “Love” bestowed as best I can

I could! I should! I would! Always to Your Praise! Honor! Glory! Stand

Amen!

 

   

      



Wild celebrate any grand events; cherish close all "Simple" sacred things

Rockin’ Chair

 

A tiny dog-trot cabin, yet the porch was wide

Pappy built it like the one that Mammy’d spied

 

In alabaster pale full moon light the old swing rusty chains did squeak

The homemade oaken rocker swayed, the old man’s interest piqued

 

“Pap,” allowed the boy, “her gold hair shines like noon-time halo sun”

His father nodded, knowing that this lad’s tale of love had now begun

 

A young man’s star-struck words spoken in religious reverence

His brown eyes aglow so soft to personify eternal pleasur-ence

 

“She speaks a language sugar-coated through sweet honey lips

To caress soft hand akin to flower nectar which a wild bee sips”

 

That rocker groaned as Pappy reached to tap his corncob pipe

A work-hard hand did a tear-stained cheek ever-gently wipe

 

The youth went on without notice of the prideful sign

“Pap, I’ll ask her hand, for love is purely my design”

 

Quiet still, the old man rose but found no words to speak

A shoulder-firm-approval pat gave all the boy did seek

 

With love they’d reared this child as parents should

That gentle touch said, “Son, you have done good”

 

The rainbow flower bed before the porch wafted fragrant summer roses

At dawn, the old man takes a fresh bouquet to where his wife reposes

 

The boy dreamed glory-fame in that midnight star-filled diamond sky

Pappy smiled tears of future coming tempered in bright days gone by

 

In seeming end each new beginning lies some patient wait

Where ’ere thee be in time is right, never is our future late

 

From here to pointed there, enjoy full well this wondrous journey so

Thank God for life, celebrate by shouting, “Yes! Lord! I will go!”

 

Amen! Amen!

 

 

 

 



Jesus is a "Country Boy"

Jesus is a "Country Boy"

 

Our Father issued a clarion invite for any believer to stand tall

While heaven echoed patient silence as not one took His call

 

A good friend and I were celebrating just purely for the Joy

Relieving my worn out angel-guardian, Jesus is a country boy

 

In my old red pickup truck, the Son sat shotgun by my side

Trekked up Rocky high, winged-horses on His Great Divide

Down western slope ’til green-Northwest Pacific-blue I spied

Touched San Fran Bay, secular L.A., deep Grand Canyon wide

Texas wild arroyo Llano Estacada to New Orleans Hell-gate pride

Tasted fresh and clear the Keys and Cayman Islands blue crystal tide

On Savannah to Atlanta northeast enjoyed the Atlantic seaboard stride

Touched village on Lake Michigan, visited wide prairie landscape slide

Never “Too late!” Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead---evil devil defied

This sad lost Hedonist, His friend, with parables did Jesus subtly deride

Saints among us, angels, too, He loaned and prayed they help me decide

Through it all until the journey end, His will: From Love I could not hide

Blessed lowly me with family-friends---In Him I Salvation-sacred confide

 

So? Allow humble I to answer well the Deity call, I should

Love Trinity Father, Son and Holy Ghost the most, I could

Friends! Family! Freedom! Coast to coast; west to west, I would

 

Your poor excuse and mine, lame, too, He has heard them all

Bathe in the holy Light of Grace by choice, deny any evil fall

 

Eve refused answer His call, her mouth with apple full

Adam quickly declined “I cannot my marriage annul”

 

The mark of Kane refused, he was an only child

Desert-Baptist John eating locusts on honey-wild

 

Moses busy on the mountain top with Commandments stark

Noah ciphering the “cubit”-count? Scrambling to build an ark

 

Nero fiddled away harsh flames while posh Rome “idol”-burned

Delilah coiffured Sampson’s curly-locks to leave him evil spurned

 

And, I rode unicorns with Jesus to partake full life’s enjoy

Proud witness to His ways, Jesus is a good ole "Country Boy"

 

Amen!

 



Words of Hope! Comfort! Inspiration! (HCI)

 Hello! What a beautiful day! Welcome to Carl-E's blog. Relax---Enjoy the ride.

 

In search of "The Dutchman's Lost Gold Mine", a hopeful prospector found himself sick with the deadly ailment of greed: Gold fever! Remaining too long on the desert, he ran out of precious water. A two day futile search for "liquid gold" left him prostrate on the sandy plateau. Looking heavenward for divine intervention while praying like he never knew he could, the dying man spied a bird perched within his reach on the rim of a rock outcropping. Miraculously, as he observed, his feathered friend dipped its head and came up drinking with water on the tip of its beak. The "tank" held life-saving liquid the prospector sought within its hollowed bowl just out of sight of the man.

When desire beckons, scrutinize the "rewards" value to verify its possible virtue; let that determination be a guide to your decisions. Sometimes, we look too deep. Often, the answer is right before our eyes, within our very grasp, if, we only know "how" too seek. Amen!

Carl-E will offer words of Hope! Comfort! Inspiration! Through this blog. I pray for success in getting the message out resulting in an affirmative outlook. The reader will find an array of writing offerings from Carl-E by visiting: Amazon books; search: Carl Schuler. These e-book publications are available for Kindle or I-pad users. They can be accessed on the internet and reviewed free as well as borrowed through Kindle. They include five (5) presentations, to date, with Station Master, a collection of short stories to be released this spring; several other titles are scheduled for 2015.

Available today are: Creed of the Mountain Man; ...And Justice for All; Syncopated Cadence (general poetry); Christmas Treasures (a trilogy of holiday eves); and, Christmas Always (poems).

Love! Is good upon inception; Better when received; Best when bestowed un-conditionally!

I wish you health, happiness and good reading.

 

Live! Love! Laugh! Focus contemplate!

Vigilant be! Not one future be ever late!

 

Praise! Honor! Glory! Deity true love the most

Offer sacred gift to Father, Son and Holy Ghost

 

Faith! Family! Freedom! Might just be all there really---Is!

In one eternal instant, the only mercy blessing will be...His!

Amen!