Global Warnings

The frigid economic forecast;
You Can Go Home Again…After All!

Global Warnings
The frigid economic forecast

This new economic climate
is evoking drastic change.
The forecast is quite scary,
unpredictable and strange.

Storm clouds churn on the horizon.
There is darkness overhead.
It’s too late to run for cover.
We’d best brace for months of dread.

It’s a cataclysmic crisis
sure to flood the world with woe.
Loss of jobs and lines of credit.
Tons default on their dream home.

We’ve been steamed by global warming.
But, it’s time we cooled our jets.
Let’s take heed to global warnings
bout this economic mess.
 

You Can Go Home Again… After All!
Ken Griffey Jr. returns to the Seattle Mariners

Two weeks ago free-agent Ken
gave hints he might play ball again
where he first had a taste of fame.
But then he wasn’t sure.He made us sweat and squirm and caveto fears that he’d become a Brave.But drama is the atmospherethat Junior loves to breathe. Just like it was in ’95,a dream we all thought dead’s alive.The Kid (grown up) is headed backto be a Mariner. So could it be? Dare we believe?Is this the year that we who’ve grievedwill have just cause to celebrate?It could be. My oh my!

A Presidents Day Present

A little package from his friends on the Hill

“Please sign here, Mr. President.
This package is for you.
It’s from your friends up on the Hill
who know you’re feeling blue.”

On this day for old Presidents,
our new one gets a gift.
A package with a pricey bow.
An economic lift.

This PRESENT’s aimed to stimulate
the FUTURE of our land.
What PAST the Senate and the House
is nothing less than grand.

“Or is it?” ask Republicans.
“How can it be so great?”
A grande drip from St. Arbucks
does more to stimulate.”

“Just give it time,” say Democrats.
“It’s more like Mountain Dew.”
What we have sent the President
will make bull markets moo.”

Breathing Lessons

What can we learn from Michael Phelps stroke of stupidity?;
Dear God, A-Rod:
What Was She Thinking?

Breathing Lessons
What can we learn from Michael Phelps stroke of stupidity?

You take like a fish to water.
But when comes to grass,
you take a hit like an undisciplined animal.

Like it or not, you’re a role model, Mike.
What were you thinking?
In terms of drinking, drugs or casual sex,
how a sports hero behaves effects
what your young fans crave.

Your gold medals may not be tarnished,
but your golden-boy reputation has been.

Are you a has-been?
That has been a water-cooler conversation of late.

Did you feel the need to keep up with the Joneses?
Did Marion’s misstep cause you to stumble?
Or was it just freestyle stupidity?
 

Dear God, A-Rod
Talking turkey with Alex RodriguezDear God, A-Rod,what did it take so longto swallow pride and say you liedadmitting you’d done wrong? Dear God, A-Rod,why did you have to cheat?You had it made each time you played.We cheered you from our feet. Dear God, A-Rod,you didn’t need to use.You were a star just as you arewith not a thing to lose. Dear God, A-Rod,how could you let them down?Your young fans ache to know you’re fake.They’ll never trust you now.
What Was She Thinking?
Questioning a single mother’s sanity

She’s a single mom with six small kids
and now she has eight more.
What was she thinking? Well, that’s the thing.
She wasn’t. Oh, my Lord.

And what about the doctors?
Seems they like playing God.
Why fertilize and plant eight eggs?
Unthinkable. Most odd.

A human life’s not Build-a-Bear
at some suburban mall.
Each needs a dad’s and mother’s love.
They’re more than Barbie dolls.

Billy G’s John the B

Saluting George Beverly Shea’s 100th birthday

A masculine name, a feminine one,
a New York baseball stadium
recall a legend of our time
who sang from second base.

“I’d rather have Jesus than silver or gold,”
George Beverly Shea sang out loudly and bold.
For one hundred years this remarkable man
has called us to “rather Him” too.

He’s earned a nod from Willard Scott.
From Billy Graham he’s owned a slot.
“How Great Thou Art” would grease the skids
before his good friend spoke.

Like John the Baptist, Mr. Shea
prepared the masses to obey
the one who followed and who gave
the very words of God.

One hundred candles celebrate
a life for whom the bus will wait
to chauffer Bev (just as he is)
when times like these shall cease.

* George Beverly Shea was born February 1, 1909 in Winchester, Ontario, Canada. Originally an radio announcer at WMBI radio in Chicago, “Bev” Shea became a member of Billy Graham’s Evangelistic Association some sixty years ago. At each crusade service (often held in sports stadiums), he sang immediately before Mr. Graham stood up to preach. The signature songs associated with the Graham Crusades and Mr. Shea are “How Great Thou Art,” “In Times Like These,” “Just As I Am,” and the gospel song composed by”Bev” Shea… “I’d Rather Have Jesus.”

It’s a Warner-ful Life

A comeback story of Super Bowl proportions;
Lunacy in the Land of Lincoln

It’s a Warner-ful Life
A comeback story of Super Bowl proportions

Like George Bailey of Bedford Falls
who knew the sting of dreams that stalled,
Kurt Warner couldn’t understand
why hopes were put on hold.

A gifted college quarterback,
he had “the stuff” and was on track
to make the pros and make a name.
But Kurt was sadly cut.

First by The Pack and then Da Bears.
Rejection? Yes, more than his share.
But, Kurt refused to just give up.
In hardship, faith was born.

And while it’s true he found the Lord,
he also found three to adore.
A single mom with two small kids
who’d been to Hell and back.

When Brenda nabbed her shining knight,
Kurt turned her topsy world upright.
Brain injury, heartache and death
gave way to hope and life.

And Brenda helped her knight hold on
to dreams he thought were dead and gone.
What Mary Bailey gave to George,
Kurt got from his best fan.

And just like in that Capra script
where George at last made sense of it,
Kurt Warner’s dreams in time came true
within the NFL.

So as the Cards clash with the Steel,
who wins is not that big of deal.
What matters even more to me
is that Kurt’s there to play.
 

Lunacy in the Land of Lincoln
Hot Rod left the race track of reason

Honest Abe can’t rest in peace.
He’s turning in his grave
and all because Blagojevich
is one deceptive knave.

The governor’s a maniac.
Rich Daley thinks he’s nuts.
He hears “impeach” and thinks it’s fruit.
And now this Serb’s in Dutch.

Hot Rod with his cold steely eyes
is demolition bound.
He’s won the derby of deceit.
His trophy? Cuffed and bound.

He lost his job and faces trial
in weeks and months to come.
He’s bound to be convicted
in the first degree as dumb.

The Land of Lincoln has been raped
by Blago-types too long.
It’s high time these low-lifers pay
for all they’ve done that’s wrong.