Muses

Last updated:
13 June 2010

Light-hearted & Secular/Generic Muses

Yes, love’s a very special thing, and it’s heart shaped, so I’m told,
They say it’s red, though some say, he or she, “has a heart of gold.”
’Though that makes things confusing, it really doesn’t bother me,
Just so long as: love’s beating in me, and, universally.

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“Hi there, how are you today?”, you’ll often hear folk say,
Yet, when one says, “not good”, some are quick to turn away.
It’s funny how they ask you, yet, don’t seem to want to hear,
When problems you share with them, in the hope they’ll show some care.

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I love my little garden, it’s full of pretty flowers,
And when the sun is shining, I work in it for hours.
I have a little visitor, that likes to help as well,
Who keeps digging little holes, I’m forced to have to fill.

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I’m an endangered species, as there’s only one of me,
Thus, should my life be ended, another me you wouldn’t see.
And the same holds true for you, hence why we should take great care,
Lest it be that you or I, much too early disappear.

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Yes, think of all the billions, that some nations spend on war,
That could halt the poverty, and misery of the poor.
It's time we decreased weapons, spent more time pursuing peace,
And found new alternatives, that earth's problems would decrease.

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My name’s Bertie — I’m a germ — and I love mouths that aren’t clean,
Yes, those unhygienic caves, where a toothbrush hasn’t been.
I just love that gunk that clings to toothy pegs after meals,
And that slowly makes those holes, that a dentist prods and seals.

Yes — down with toothbrushes! — I say, for whatever would I do,
If everyone brushed their teeth and gums, and their big tongue too.
I would soon be out of work, with those teeth shiny and clean,
And more quickly so, if folk used floss, and….ahhh….Listerine!

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I’ve never seen a bumble bee wearing a helmet, nor goggles,
But a hedgehog wearing pantyhose, my weary mind just boggles.
Imagine a rhinoceros wearing lacy pink pyjamas,
Or even worse to contemplate, the odd sight of diapered lamas.

Imagine a brawny elephant in a shiny sequined dress,
Now, that it would be stretching it, I’ve no choice but to confess.
However, things could get far worse, so, I will quit while I’m ahead,
Lest it be, I see a chimpanzee, knitting jumpers while in bed.

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I’m an individual, I’m uniquely me, or I,
I’m very complex, complicated, often mystify.
Yes, they’ll never figure me out, at least, not completely,
As there’s only one of me, and only one, there’ll ever be.

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We’ve visitors to our tree, who come quite regularly,
They gobble at the berries, ’till they get fat and heavy.
When they go to fly away, they descend before they rise,
Which just goes to show — that overeating — is far from wise.

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What’s a hedgehog doing trotting about during the day?
Hedgehogs usually come out when it’s night time, don’t they?
Lost your watch? Too tired to sleep? Confused? Extra hungry, maybe?
Well, I wouldn’t be long — there’s much more traffic about, you see.

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What’s all the noise about, little sparrow? Enough’s enough!
You’ve been waking people up, leaving them grumpy and gruff.
Can’t you tone it down a bit? You are rather loud, you know,
And PLEASE — not in that oak tree that’s right outside our window.

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It’s very clear — that in order to throw mud — one has to stoop,
As it’s only from the ground, that such mire, one can scoop.
Yes, it’s beneath one’s feet, where it should stay, like it’s meant to,
And not flying through the air, to land where it should not do.

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Life is a lesson book, hence we’re always learning, and we will continue to,
For we’re so prone to straying, getting things wrong, and foolishness often pursue.
Even after we learn that something doesn’t pay, seems we have to learn again,
For often we repeat such, and the lesson of the first time’s no doubt lost by then.

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There’s little we can do, for we’re defenseless against man — his weaponry,
Thus he savagely plunders our pods, tears us apart from our family.
The depths that we roam become bloodied, haunted, echoing with our cries,
The threat of extermination looming closer as senseless man such justifies.

We’re dragged aboard their killing machines that wait like a vulture on the sea,
Yes, hellish factory ships that hunt us down and then slay us ruthlessly.
Though we’ve a right to life and freedom, and to roam ’neath the oceans they ply,
They refuse to show us mercy, and become our enemy, not an ally.

Help! Save the whales!

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Each time I look in the mirror, I see somebody looking at me,
Which is rather disconcerting given the strong similarity.
I guess I could learn to live with that, but what’s really bothering me,
Is that this person seems to have a copycat mentality.

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Christian Muses

When tempted to think that all is lost, don’t count the cost, but blessings that remain,
And bow with humble heart in prayer, and there, strength and victory in Jesus claim.
Then take His hand and let Him lead, and always plead, “Your will be done,” Lord, “Not mine,”
And there you’ll find no better rest, no better quest, for you’ll have linked with the Divine.

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Midst the darkness of tribulation, lighten my way, Lord, that I may see
Glimpses of heavenly love and grace, rays of hope and promise, sent from Thee.
Help me hear the melodious strains of the heavenly angelic choir,
And quicken within my breast, Lord, a stronger, deeper heavenly desire.

Yes, midst the darkness of tribulation, surround me with your loving care,
And angels too, Lord, who keep a watch, and praises and requests upward bare.
Grant me strength to carry on, and that peace and joy that’s only found in Thee,
So that I may be a true and faithful witness, secure the victory.

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Do others see Jesus in you, in those things that you say and do,
Do they notice His sweet spirit, His caring, His gentleness too?
Do they feel His welcoming warmth, His empathy and sympathy,
Do they feel they’ve experienced the likeness of divinity?

Oh, yes, do others see Jesus in you, a soft, heavenly hue,
A glimpse of His kingdom to come, a heart that’s transparent and true?
Yes, when others are looking at you, do they see a reflection,
One that mirrors our dear Saviour, displays a living connection?

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Jesus loves me. Wow! Jesus! Me! Now that’s incredible,
And I’ve been told — should I hurt or reject Him — He’ll love me still.
Wow! Now that’s love, I mean, REAL LOVE, love that’s worth dying for,
I’m so honoured, and so delighted — in fact, I’m in awe.

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You should not judge — some people say — and then do, quite harshly,
You should show love — some people say — then don’t, quite commonly,
You shouldn’t compromise — some people say — then do, quite badly,
And some create division, while hollering unity.
Confused? Me too!

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Good, that comes from something done, isn’t proof, the right thing was done,
Though often, when wrongs done, that it is proof, we see spun.
‘In spite of, not because of’, is why sometimes good occurs,
As God, out of wrong that's done, somehow, a good thing spurs.

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When you were a tiny child, holy angels cared for you,
And with the same commitment, they still did so as you grew.
When ageing and health’s ebbing, the same thing holds true as well,
For never are they closer, than when one’s lonely, hurt or ill.

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God's a merciful God, slow to anger, longsuffering,
Hence why angels adore Him, and His praises always sing.
He bears long with you and I, bore long with ancient Israel,
And bore the weight of our sins, via each hand and foot — each nail.

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Some may truly think they’re right, in pursuing what they do,
But so did many angels, who were fooled by Satan’s view.
Thus, surely that example, should have Christians take great care,
Lest the things they implement, be the things they shouldn’t dare.

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How could I pretend to be, God the Father or His Son,
For surely, that is something, neither clearly would want done.
Not one of Christ’s disciples, would have done such in their day,
So, why do Christian actors, now think that it’s quite okay.

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The question could be asked, “are you a Christian, or disciple”?
Or, could it be you’re both, would this, your actions tell?
Some Christians, are only so in name, but not so, a disciple,
For disciples are committed, and faithfully do God’s will.

The disciples heart and mind, is like that of God’s above,
Their every thought and action, expresses their Saviour’s love.
Their lives are lived in harmony, with their Saviour’s will and ways,
For they know that example, more correctly, Christ portrays.

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Does God always hear our cry? Indeed He does! That I know!
Does God answer heartfelt prayer? For sure! Repeatedly so!
Does God care about our plight? Greatly! And constantly too!
Does God want all to be saved? Yes! Hence all that He went through!

Does God know our every need? Each one! And before we pray!
Does God send us special strength? Too right! And without delay!
Does God love us though we sin? Of course! His love doesn’t cease!
And does God send us blessings? Every day! And they increase!

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Although He’s a God of love, our God calls a spade a spade,
And within His Holy Word, His clear wishes are conveyed.
Therefore, I’m somewhat baffled, by various things I see,
At variance with His will, within Christianity.

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Are you a breach repairer, and a watchman on the wall,
Or are you aiding error, that could be your own downfall?
Will you heed God’s warning, to uphold and guard His truth,
Or will your foolish actions, just reveal, prophesied proof?

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In God’s holy Word we're told, of some people who did ill,
Thinking, what they were doing, was fulfilling the Lord’s will.
So why should we be surprised, if there also happens to be,
Wrong within Christian churches, through some acting, mistakenly.

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I’d never say “Hi God,” as, that’s no way to greet a King,
For such a common greeting, with a flippancy would ring.
Not the Father nor the Son, would I casually address,
For such familiarity, Heaven could hardly bless.

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Let us be very careful, when interpreting God’s Word,
Lest it be, that something erroneous, via our lips be heard.
For who knows where such leads, when we to another say
Something that’s inaccurate, God wouldn’t have us convey.

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Though God’s called all to service, that doesn’t mean the same role,
Thus, all personal desires, should be brought under control.
Many have convinced themselves, that they are doing God’s will,
When the truth is, it’s their desires, they’re trying to fulfill.

Though appointed to a role, it was not God, who did so,
But rather, fallen humans, who sometimes, poor judgment show.
Thus, some think that they were called, when they were not called at all,
It was simply, their fellow humans, who wrongly, made that call.

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I love the piano, but give me an organ any day,
That is, when it comes to church, and my weekly worship day.
Organs have a depth and warmth, more befitting such a time,
Where heads are bowed in reverence, and praises upward climb.

Yes, the reason why I’ve a problem with a piano
Is that they’re far too carefree, too bright, and somewhat shallow.
Sure, how they’re played can make a difference, but even so,
Those sounds that aid the holy, well-played organs better know.

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No matter how great a man is, he’s just a man, that’s all,
You don’t treat him like some god, mentally at his feet fall.
Nor literally, as if he’s worthy, for no man is, not one,
Be they a president, pope, or king — no, don’t glorify none.

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Tell me, is Father Christmas connected to the heavenly,
Is he on an equal footing with Christ, part of the Trinity?
No? Well, come Christmas, why’s he next to angels on the Christmas tree,
Or near a manger portraying Christ as a little baby?

And why are Christians watching Father Christmas in some movie,
(Perhaps after church, we’re some carols are sung in memory)?
And why, pre-Christmas, are they sending cards to friends far and near,
That not a baby Jesus, but a beaming Santa Clause bear?

Though Christ wasn’t born on this date, it’s a date Christians allocate,
And seemingly, at the same time too, Santa’s birth celebrate.
Now, why would that be? Is Santa their Saviour too, worship due,
Or, are Christians off-track and confused? I’ll leave that up to you.

By Lance Landall