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Thursday, June 30, 2011

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The sunset of paradise.

I did this in chalk.

A Great start to my day

Which was actually on the 24th of June, 2011.

This poem has no pattern, other than the rhyming part.

First here's what happened
To me today.
I got to see my friend!
I don't know what to say!

Then I found a car,
A really awesome deal,
New stereo, good condition,
I can't believe it's real!

I went to pick Becca up,
And we drove to the fair.
we met up with JLynn,
With her awesome hair!

So now here I sit,
With my two best friends,
The German Gothic princess,
And the one who's leaving in the end.




Told ya it had no pattern.
-R.K.

Monday, June 27, 2011

There is a place

There's a place, I call it home,
Not a house, Not where I live.
I've never, ever  been there,
but I'm going, 'cause He forgives.

There's a place, I won't be sad,
nor be sick, or need a thing.
All day long I'll be content
To thank and praise my Lord, to sing.

There's a place, I live right now,
Here is just a place to stay
we should live, not of this world,
But in it, 'till that Glorious day.

Sunday, June 26th: Malachi 1:6-14

 6A son honoureth his father, and a servant his master: if then I be a father, where is mine honour? and if I be a master, where is my fear? saith the LORD of hosts unto you, O priests, that despise my name. And ye say, Wherein have we despised thy name?
 7Ye offer polluted bread upon mine altar; and ye say, Wherein have we polluted thee? In that ye say, The table of the LORD is contemptible.
 8And if ye offer the blind for sacrifice, is it not evil? and if ye offer the lame and sick, is it not evil? offer it now unto thy governor; will he be pleased with thee, or accept thy person? saith the LORD of hosts.
 9And now, I pray you, beseech God that he will be gracious unto us: this hath been by your means: will he regard your persons? saith the LORD of hosts.
 10Who is there even among you that would shut the doors for nought? neither do ye kindle fire on mine altar for nought. I have no pleasure in you, saith the LORD of hosts, neither will I accept an offering at your hand.
 11For from the rising of the sun even unto the going down of the same my name shall be great among the Gentiles; and in every place incense shall be offered unto my name, and a pure offering: for my name shall be great among the heathen, saith the LORD of hosts.
 12But ye have profaned it, in that ye say, The table of the LORD is polluted; and the fruit thereof, even his meat, is contemptible.
 13Ye said also, Behold, what a weariness is it! and ye have snuffed at it, saith the LORD of hosts; and ye brought that which was torn, and the lame, and the sick; thus ye brought an offering: should I accept this of your hand? saith the LORD.
 14But cursed be the deceiver, which hath in his flock a male, and voweth, and sacrificeth unto the LORD a corrupt thing: for I am a great King, saith the LORD of hosts, and my name is dreadful among the heathen.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

another poem...

I realized that my posts have become nothing but poetry. I will try to get some photography in there some time.

Give me give me something more
Than this little cold stone floor.
'Cause I am waiting for the day
when I'm free, I'll laugh and play.
But for now I'm stuck inside,
inside this hole I'll sit and hide.
Waiting for you to find me.
To look inside and finally see
and finally, finally set me free.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Four years apart, one day together!

She's coming, she's coming!
Excitement all the way!
It's perfect, it's sunny,
(At least I hope for that day)
My friend whom I have not
Seen in quite a while,
Will very soon be brought
To me with a smile!!!!!

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Ok... Here's what my day was like, or what it was pretty close to.

After a hectic day at work
At home my chores I shirked.
I sat around
I read a book
and my mom I irked.


she grabbed my arm and said to me
"Now do your chores, Missy!
I do not care
if you are tired
get your work done, see?"


And so I got up with a sigh
And thought might as well try.
I did my chores
then sat back down
and caught my mom's eye.


And she said "See? Now you are done,"
I thought Oh here it comes.
she lectured me
"Work before rest"
And how work is fun.

When she got done, I said yes Ma'am
And fian'ly here I am
So that's my day,
Or afternoon,
Sorry, gotta scram!

P.s. this poem, excluding the hectic day at work line, is entirely fictional.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

A Poem To a Departing Friend

When I heard that she was moving
I sat right down and —did I cry?
Well, no, but I was close.
The only thing I thought was why?
Why did she have to go?

I understand It's best for her
To leave this place and—why, oh why?
Now stop it! this is best.
Just 'cause she's leaving I won't die
But I'm gonna miss her.

Sure our friendship , it was dormant
For all this time—how many years?
At least since I was ten.
But now the reason for my tears,
The ones I have inside,

Are not for all those dormant years,
But the two ends—then and now.
I wish I could have been
A better, longer friend somehow,
'Stead of what really was.

Sunday's post

1The burden of the word of the LORD to Israel by Malachi.
2I have loved you, saith the LORD. Yet ye say, Wherein hast thou loved us? Was not Esau Jacob's brother? saith the LORD: yet I loved Jacob,
3And I hated Esau, and laid his mountains and his heritage waste for the dragons of the wilderness.
4Whereas Edom saith, We are impoverished, but we will return and build the desolate places; thus saith the LORD of hosts, They shall build, but I will throw down; and they shall call them, The border of wickedness, and, The people against whom the LORD hath indignation for ever.
5And your eyes shall see, and ye shall say, The LORD will be magnified from the border of Israel.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Bored

My latest poem, hot off the press.

I watch and wait
for something to do
On this beautiful day.
It is a trait
of mine, it's true
To have nothing to do
on Saturday.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Psalm of life

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
            A PSALM OF LIFE
      WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN
                    SAID TO THE PSALMIST

    TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
        Life is but an empty dream ! —
    For the soul is dead that slumbers,
        And things are not what they seem.
    Life is real !   Life is earnest!
        And the grave is not its goal ;
    Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
        Was not spoken of the soul.
    Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
        Is our destined end or way ;
    But to act, that each to-morrow
        Find us farther than to-day.
    Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
        And our hearts, though stout and brave,
    Still, like muffled drums, are beating
        Funeral marches to the grave.
    In the world's broad field of battle,
        In the bivouac of Life,
    Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
        Be a hero in the strife !
    Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
        Let the dead Past bury its dead !
    Act,— act in the living Present !
        Heart within, and God o'erhead !
    Lives of great men all remind us
        We can make our lives sublime,
    And, departing, leave behind us
        Footprints on the sands of time ;
    Footprints, that perhaps another,
        Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
    A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
        Seeing, shall take heart again.
    Let us, then, be up and doing,
        With a heart for any fate ;
    Still achieving, still pursuing,
        Learn to labor and to wait.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Nothing...

...Means I have nothing to post today. After a HECTIC day at work, I came home, was immediately pushed out and made to rush to the store ( a mile) on my bicycle, and now suppers on. so I'd like to just leave you with a little rhyme:

 Sorry I have to go
I hope you'll understand
when I just say no
to posting today.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Thoughts with a Horse

Well, I finally got around to writing another poem. It's odd, but whenever I plan to write one, I can't think of anything to write. Poetry just comes randomly, I guess. I was writing a letter (yes, they still exist, old as they are) to a friend yesterday, and I had absolutely nothing to say (hey, that rhymed!), so I thought I'd put one of my poems in there and ask what they thought of it. The problem was, I couldn't remember any of my poems, and I didn't want to take the time to go look one up on the computer. SO I just started writing, and the result was Thoughts with a Horse.  

Thoughts With a Horse
by Rebekah Kjos

As I sat by the fire
On a warm Summer night
And looked at the stars
That were shining so bright,
I wondered how people 
could miss such a sight.

My black horse, he agreed,
Said some people don't see
'Cause they don't want to.
And where they want to be
is not out in the night.
But at home, asleep.

He said, "Now us horses,
At least those that I know
Love nights like tonight,
It's our kind of night show.
Some will watch it 'till dawn,
When the rooster crows."

My black horse looked at me
And said with a grin,
"We're country horses,
and we think it's a sin
To just gallop on by
and not take it in."

I just nodded to this,
What he said was quite true.
I liked how he thought
'Cause I thought that way, too.
So I sat up that night
Enjoying the blue.

We, my black horse and me
Do not speak to all men
When we say slow down,
Because nature's a gem
Just put down your pen.

One's never too busy
to just go outside
And look at the sky
Or the ocean's tide
Feel the grass 'neath your feet
Watch the stars at night.

-Rebekah Kjos

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Tuesday, June 14, 2011

choices

This is a poem by Nikki Giovanni that I enjoied. Thanx , Nikki.



CHOICES 
if i can't do
what i want to do
then my job is to not
do what i don't want
to do

it's not the same thing
but it's the best i can
do

if i can't have
what i want . . . then
my job is to want
what i've got
and be satisfied
that at least there
is something more to want

since i can't go
where i need
to go . . . then i must . . . go
where the signs point
through always understanding
parallel movement
isn't lateral

when i can't express
what i really feel
i practice feeling
what i can express
and none of it is equal
i know
but that's why mankind
alone among the animals
learns to cry

Sunday, June 12, 2011

1 samuel 17:1-58

17:1 Now the Philistines gathered together their armies to battle, and were gathered together at Shochoh, which belongeth to Judah, and pitched between Shochoh and Azekah, in Ephesdammim.

17:2 And Saul and the men of Israel were gathered together, and pitched by the valley of Elah, and set the battle in array against the Philistines.

17:3 And the Philistines stood on a mountain on the one side, and Israel stood on a mountain on the other side: and there was a valley between them.

17:4 And there went out a champion out of the camp of the Philistines, named Goliath, of Gath, whose height was six cubits and a span.

17:5 And he had an helmet of brass upon his head, and he was armed with a coat of mail; and the weight of the coat was five thousand shekels of brass.

17:6 And he had greaves of brass upon his legs, and a target of brass between his shoulders.

17:7 And the staff of his spear was like a weaver's beam; and his spear's head weighed six hundred shekels of iron: and one bearing a shield went before him.

17:8 And he stood and cried unto the armies of Israel, and said unto them, Why are ye come out to set your battle in array? am not I a Philistine, and ye servants to Saul? choose you a man for you, and let him come down to me.

17:9 If he be able to fight with me, and to kill me, then will we be your servants: but if I prevail against him, and kill him, then shall ye be our servants, and serve us.

17:10 And the Philistine said, I defy the armies of Israel this day; give me a man, that we may fight together.

17:11 When Saul and all Israel heard those words of the Philistine, they were dismayed, and greatly afraid.

17:12 Now David was the son of that Ephrathite of Bethlehemjudah, whose name was Jesse; and he had eight sons: and the man went among men for an old man in the days of Saul.

17:13 And the three eldest sons of Jesse went and followed Saul to the battle: and the names of his three sons that went to the battle were Eliab the firstborn, and next unto him Abinadab, and the third Shammah.

17:14 And David was the youngest: and the three eldest followed Saul.

17:15 But David went and returned from Saul to feed his father's sheep at Bethlehem.

17:16 And the Philistine drew near morning and evening, and presented himself forty days.

17:17 And Jesse said unto David his son, Take now for thy brethren an ephah of this parched corn, and these ten loaves, and run to the camp of thy brethren;

17:18 And carry these ten cheeses unto the captain of their thousand, and look how thy brethren fare, and take their pledge.

17:19 Now Saul, and they, and all the men of Israel, were in the valley of Elah, fighting with the Philistines.

17:20 And David rose up early in the morning, and left the sheep with a keeper, and took, and went, as Jesse had commanded him; and he came to the trench, as the host was going forth to the fight, and shouted for the battle.

17:21 For Israel and the Philistines had put the battle in array, army against army.

17:22 And David left his carriage in the hand of the keeper of the carriage, and ran into the army, and came and saluted his brethren.

17:23 And as he talked with them, behold, there came up the champion, the Philistine of Gath, Goliath by name, out of the armies of the Philistines, and spake according to the same words: and David heard them.

17:24 And all the men of Israel, when they saw the man, fled from him, and were sore afraid.

17:25 And the men of Israel said, Have ye seen this man that is come up? surely to defy Israel is he come up: and it shall be, that the man who killeth him, the king will enrich him with great riches, and will give him his daughter, and make his father's house free in Israel.

17:26 And David spake to the men that stood by him, saying, What shall be done to the man that killeth this Philistine, and taketh away the reproach from Israel? for who is this uncircumcised Philistine, that he should defy the armies of the living God?

17:27 And the people answered him after this manner, saying, So shall it be done to the man that killeth him.

17:28 And Eliab his eldest brother heard when he spake unto the men; and Eliab's anger was kindled against David, and he said, Why camest thou down hither? and with whom hast thou left those few sheep in the wilderness? I know thy pride, and the naughtiness of thine heart; for thou art come down that thou mightest see the battle.

17:29 And David said, What have I now done? Is there not a cause?

17:30 And he turned from him toward another, and spake after the same manner: and the people answered him again after the former manner.

17:31 And when the words were heard which David spake, they rehearsed them before Saul: and he sent for him.

17:32 And David said to Saul, Let no man's heart fail because of him; thy servant will go and fight with this Philistine.

17:33 And Saul said to David, Thou art not able to go against this Philistine to fight with him: for thou art but a youth, and he a man of war from his youth.

17:34 And David said unto Saul, Thy servant kept his father's sheep, and there came a lion, and a bear, and took a lamb out of the flock:

17:35 And I went out after him, and smote him, and delivered it out of his mouth: and when he arose against me, I caught him by his beard, and smote him, and slew him.

17:36 Thy servant slew both the lion and the bear: and this uncircumcised Philistine shall be as one of them, seeing he hath defied the armies of the living God.

17:37 David said moreover, The LORD that delivered me out of the paw of the lion, and out of the paw of the bear, he will deliver me out of the hand of this Philistine. And Saul said unto David, Go, and the LORD be with thee.

17:38 And Saul armed David with his armor, and he put an helmet of brass upon his head; also he armed him with a coat of mail.

17:39 And David girded his sword upon his armor, and he assayed to go; for he had not proved it. And David said unto Saul, I cannot go with these; for I have not proved them. And David put them off him.

17:40 And he took his staff in his hand, and chose him five smooth stones out of the brook, and put them in a shepherd's bag which he had, even in a scrip; and his sling was in his hand: and he drew near to the Philistine.

17:41 And the Philistine came on and drew near unto David; and the man that bare the shield went before him.

17:42 And when the Philistine looked about, and saw David, he disdained him: for he was but a youth, and ruddy, and of a fair countenance.

17:43 And the Philistine said unto David, Am I a dog, that thou comest to me with staves? And the Philistine cursed David by his gods.

17:44 And the Philistine said to David, Come to me, and I will give thy flesh unto the fowls of the air, and to the beasts of the field.

17:45 Then said David to the Philistine, Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear, and with a shield: but I come to thee in the name of the LORD of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou hast defied.

17:46 This day will the LORD deliver thee into mine hand; and I will smite thee, and take thine head from thee; and I will give the carcasses of the host of the Philistines this day unto the fowls of the air, and to the wild beasts of the earth; that all the earth may know that there is a God in Israel.

17:47 And all this assembly shall know that the LORD saveth not with sword and spear: for the battle is the LORD's, and he will give you into our hands.

17:48 And it came to pass, when the Philistine arose, and came, and drew nigh to meet David, that David hastened, and ran toward the army to meet the Philistine.

17:49 And David put his hand in his bag, and took thence a stone, and slang it, and smote the Philistine in his forehead, that the stone sunk into his forehead; and he fell upon his face to the earth.

17:50 So David prevailed over the Philistine with a sling and with a stone, and smote the Philistine, and slew him; but there was no sword in the hand of David.

17:51 Therefore David ran, and stood upon the Philistine, and took his sword, and drew it out of the sheath thereof, and slew him, and cut off his head therewith. And when the Philistines saw their champion was dead, they fled.

17:52 And the men of Israel and of Judah arose, and shouted, and pursued the Philistines, until thou come to the valley, and to the gates of Ekron. And the wounded of the Philistines fell down by the way to Shaaraim, even unto Gath, and unto Ekron.

17:53 And the children of Israel returned from chasing after the Philistines, and they spoiled their tents.

17:54 And David took the head of the Philistine, and brought it to Jerusalem; but he put his armor in his tent.

17:55 And when Saul saw David go forth against the Philistine, he said unto Abner, the captain of the host, Abner, whose son is this youth? And Abner said, As thy soul liveth, O king, I cannot tell.

17:56 And the king said, Inquire thou whose son the stripling is.

17:57 And as David returned from the slaughter of the Philistine, Abner took him, and brought him before Saul with the head of the Philistine in his hand.

17:58 And Saul said to him, Whose son art thou, thou young man? And David answered, I am the son of thy servant Jesse the Bethlehemite.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Another recipe!

Today, I'm brewing beer. my father got a recipe and adjusted it to his liking. He then got all the ingredients, hops, barley, stuff like that. right now, we're waiting for the beer. It's supposed to boil for an hour. it's been about half an hour. S I'm going to give you the recipe for a Faux Margarita. it's actually really simple.

You need 2 corona Beers, and half a cup of frozen limeade concentrate. Stir well in a pitcher. It tastes good.



Brewing beer! 


Except I couldn't figure out how to turn the image around. sorry...

Friday, June 10, 2011

Another poem about work

Don't Shirk Your Work

The thing about me
And work it does seem
Is when I have to, 
I'll do it.

But telling myself
That cleaning that shelf
Can wait a day or two
Is slacking.

My room still gets clean,
(at least in my dreams)
But while it is messy,
It looks bad.

No amount of work
Means that you can shirk
'Cause there's to much of it.
Just do it.

So take it from me, 
And soon you will see
That slackers never get
Anywhere.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

I'm getting lazy

I was trying to post every day. I completely forgot. I am sorry. today's post involves a recipe.

This is my recipe that my grandmother decided to put in her family's cookbook. Unfortunately, she thought it was my mother's recipe and there for named it after her.

Kelly's Bars
  supposed to be Rebekah's bars

2 cups of sugar
1 3/4 - 2 cups of flour
1/2 tsp. salt
1/3 cup cocoa

1cup melted butter
1tsp. vanilla
4small eggs


grease a 9x13 pan. turn oven on to 350 degrees f. mix all the dry ingredients, then add all the wet ingredients.
pour in the pan. bake for 20 min.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Fairest lord Jesus

1.      Fairest Lord Jesus, ruler of all nature, 
 O thou of God and man the Son, 
 Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor, 
 thou, my soul's glory, joy, and crown.

2. Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands, 
 robed in the blooming garb of spring:  
 Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer 
 who makes the woeful heart to sing.

3. Fair is the sunshine, fairer still the moonlight, 
 and all the twinkling starry host:  
 Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer 
 than all the angels heaven can boast.

4. Beautiful Savior!  Lord of all the nations!  
 Son of God and Son of Man!  
 Glory and honor, praise, adoration, 
 now and forevermore be thine.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

a waltz

OH my! I'ts been nine days since my last post! I am indeed sorry for that. The problem is that my internet conection was down. So I apologise once again. Todays post comes from the fact that I love classical music, and my absolute favorite peice is waltz in A minor by Chopin.