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A Magic Adventure Of Peter The Pan--part II

Inside the Dishwasher everyone rushed!
Clinks, clanks, rattles, 'Ouches' and ' Ohs'!
"Would you pa--lease, settle down!" said Deb--They hushed.
"Now we can hear...let's just see how this goes."

Curious, Peter, looked out through a chinc,
And watched Vie and Chris-- approaching by twos.
They opened the door--and who do you think--
Standing there wearing her fine Jimmy Choos,
Ms Lost Sonnet!--spoke not a word--but winked.

Wilma Wine-Corkscrew, dressed in purple hues
Gave the 'all clear', and Peter spread the news.

"We're having a party Ms Sonnet, please,
Won't you join us? It's a magic party
For Peter", said Ruben Rotisserie.
Bob Blender poured her a drink--quite hardy.

Connie Candellabra was flaming bright
As Ms Sonnet swept past to the soft couch.
Carolyn Cookie Jar screamed with such fright,
"Quick! She's on fire!" Then Lost cried, "Ouch!"

"I'll save her", said Catie Collander. "Here!"
But the water leaked through her like a sieve.
Susan Spatula yelled, "Have no fear, dear!"
Yet, the fire held on and would not give--

Others tried, but could not stop the fire.
Then Peter said, "I wuw twy! I can do it!
With 'Awwy, I can fwy! Way up highya!
Togethwa, we can save Ms Wost Sonnet!

Awwy is my fwend. He tawks funny, too!
He's aw the way fwom Engwand and he is
My Supwa Cape! So I can fwy! It's twue!
No H's wive theaw--his name is wike this:
'Awwy--not Hawwy." So now, they all knew.

"Did I 'ear some bloke colling my name?"
"Yes! 'Awwy, me! We've Ms Sonnet to save!"
Harry Handtowel--AKA, Super Cape--fame
Was now on the neck of Peter the Brave!

With no hesitation quickly they flew,
Smothered the fire and saved just one shoe.
Brittle and weak, Lost needed more than glue...
"She needs magic! Oh! Paweeze! What can we do?"

"Peter...we only made enough for you".
Said Carol Crock-pot. They all cried, "Boo Hoo..."
"Then give huw my magic! That's what you do!"
So quickly they sprinkled the magic brew.
Ms Sonnet was greatful--then said, "Adieu".

"Peter, you've done well," said Anne Assam Tea,
"Let's all have a cup'a tea and you'll see...
"'Magic's believing in yourself, --frankly,
Do that--and you can do--anything!"

~©deborah burch
5/23/2012

*Special appearance by "Lost Sonnet", courtesey of David Williams...with much gratitude, thank you all for appearing ;)...Peter has many adventures to come...big hugs, love you all, cap'n deb


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A Magic Adventure Of Peter The Pan

A Magic Adventure of Peter The Pan/AKA Peta The Fwying Pan

Peter was a fine young pan with blue eyes
Like all the other pans his age, except,
Peter could not yet pronounce 'R's'--he tried...
And 'L's'...so hard he tried. He even wept.

School had been especially hard today
Peter had been poked, teased, and made fun of
More this day than any other school day...
And the ride home took so long on the bus.

When he came through the door, his mama knew
"Why the long face? Are you hurt? Are you sick?"
"No ma'am," said Peter, "Just tiwad fwom schoow".
"Some cookies and milk may just be the trick!"

Mama said, as Peter sat down to eat.
By now, everyone was gathered around
To hear of his day--and sneak a treat.
So he told them his story...and they frowned.

"How can someone be so cruel! Makes no sense!
You are the smartest and brightest of pans!"
Said Debbie Dishwasher-- then cycle rinsed.
The rest agreed and came up with a plan.

"Okay! It's agreed!" said Bob the blender.
"You need magic!--THAT--we can render!

Charles Chalice and Gail Goblet--my dear
Bring what you have, for this magic milk shake.
Michael Magic Grill...you go get us some beer
And also get Peter a great big steak!"

Then everyone sang together with cheer:
"A parr-ty! A parr-ty! It's a parr-ty!
We are all...having...a magic--parr-ty!"

Everyone was busy, hust'ling around.
Tams the Golden Toaster was making toast.
Tex Texas Tea Pot hummed a whist'ling sound.
David Dish and Sara Spoon danced the most,
Except for Marlon Mop--he could 'get down'!

Carol Crock Pot was fixing up the Soup.
Russell Rolling Pin had rolled out a crust
For a magic pie with love from the coop.
Joann Juicer made fresh smoothies--a must!
Suddenly...a sound was heard on the stoop...

"Who could that be? It's nearly midnight!"
Said Cyndi Chandlier all bright with light.
Christopher Cutting-board called, "I'll go see!"
Vienna Vaccume said, "Not without me!"

"Wait!" Debbie Dishwasher cried from the sink.
"Let's look at more options. We need to think.
It could be someone in need of a meal...
Or, it's a burglar--come here to steal!"

"Everyone else! Quickly! Hide inside me
Until we find out who that sound might be!"

deborah burch©
5/23/2012

*****end part I...conclusion in part II




Details | Alliteration | |

Stink Thinking

Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
My Poetry on PoetrySoup

Stinking Thinking

Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/ 
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/ 
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.  

Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup
God Bless.


Details | Free verse | |

THE ACTION OF WORDS

"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."  

Please do not edit the quote , or add anything to it, use as given. 

It can be the first line of your poem if that is what you want

FAMILIARITY GROWN STRANGE, COMFORTS NAUSEATED.
CARRESSING HANDS CAUSING SHUDDERS WITH 
THEIR CLAMMY COLD TOUCH.

PASSION PAUSES IN YOUR AVERTED EYES, 
WHILE YOUR LIPS PRETEND TO SAY OTHERWISE.
THIS EMOTIONAL HAULOCOST
CAUSING MY ARMEGEDDON.

IF ONLY MY HISTORY, 
IS TO REMAIN, RATHER
THAN REMAIN THE MOMENTS,
OF MY PRESENT REPEATING THE,
SAME SONGS OF SORROW.

METHOIC MEMORIES HYPNOTIZING EXISTENCE, 
PASSIVELY,
OBSERVING OTHERS ALLOWING DISTANCE. 
BETWEEN SELF AND SENSE, 
SEARCHING, THRU CROWDS OF CONFLICTS,
WITH THE OCEANS OF EYES IN THE HORIZON DROWNING,
IN THE SEA OF LIFE.


Details | Haiku | |

It is now

Ain't a word, you said.
but it takes a daring gust 
for things start to be.


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Where Has Dad Gone, Mama Dear

Where has dad gone, momma dear?
Hush, my little lamb.
Your dad's gone to the thicket dear 
And mad old Abraham

That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife
And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life
With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah
And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire

And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd
That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god.
Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see
And foolishly could not deny his curiosity

So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns
Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns
Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin
Your father did not understand the danger he was in

For then again that mad old man started hearing voices
His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices
And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter
And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar

But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why
When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die
And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama
Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa?

Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change
And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange
So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me 
Do not visit places where you know you should not be

The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds
And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods


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Eternity

I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009


Details | Rhyme | |

Mister God

I knelt by my bed in the morning 
And said, “Please Mister God
I want to be pleasing to You today
But though I try so hard
I sure seem to loose my way.”

“Don’t you worry, little lady”
Into my ear whispered He
Take a walk down the street with Me 
I’ll show you some things
I do as I am Me.”

We walked down the road
The signal was red
A man on a mobike sped with no helmet on his head
Wife and children gleefully clinging to the seat behind
“Where are they rushing, in a manner so blind?
Either they’ll be in heaven or send one up of their kind!”

“Ah, that’s not all,” He said
 “Look now, what do you see?”
“Oh my God! How can this be?” 
A boy jumped from a bus that was running 
Nonchalantly into cars that in chaos were crossing
“Dear God, on the side walk in one piece can he still be?”  

My list grew longer 
And my amazement larger
“Dear God!” said I, “We do things we really shouldn't be
How come there are still so many of us walking the streets on our two feet?
For by now there surely should be more crowd
For St. Peter to regulate through the yonder clouds.”

“Child, because you are you, 
You run and break the rules.
Because I am Me, I watch over thee
When you turn around and say you’re sorry
I balm your bruises and prop you on my knee
Because child, I am Me.”

“Lord, you’ve got one tough job
Guarding the faithful, the faithless, one and all.”
“You too are on my list, my little child
As is each one I made, I am always by your side
To the Pearly Gates you must come one day, one and all
But that will only be on My call
Till then not even a sparrow will fall.”


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Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.


Details | Free verse | |

Excuses Excuses

If Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled peppers, would you care? Would the peck be put in a glass jar? What if he dropped a hair in there? And, if Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet digging and found the jar that Piper had hidden in the muck, along side the skull of Cro-Magnon man? “Ahhh, NO we’ve found the hip girdle and he’s a she!” Well, ole Pipper’s pecker would have gone to the pie in the sky and Miss Muffet’s tuffet would have gone to compost; So, how would the archeologist know for sure? " Why the HIP, you hafta have hips, miles and miles and mile of hips… Baby you can be a hero of course just put that ‘orse behind the cart!” Heart, well it’s left the building too. “Geeezzz it was just a pump whatcha want from a pump?” Thump, thump, from the bump, bump, then ya hump, hump, and my goodness, we’re back to Peter Piper and his pecker? “NO, no, his peck of pickles and Muffet’s missin’ tuffet? Well, I say the stars, yes the stars, show the way, the celestial meaning of the id, the I, the you, the ego too, and love “Ahhhhhh love the excuse for it all!” The pickles, the muffins, the tuffet, the bumping the humpin’ The free for all of we!


Details | ABC | |

The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.


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The Egg Eaters Hallow

HE WEARS A COAT OF ASH
ALWAYS TALKING 
TALKING FAST 
LIKE A SNAKE THROUGH THE GRASS
HE SLITHERS AND CRAWLS 
HE SLITEHRS AND CRAWLS
BUROWS THROUGH THE WALLS
WHATS YOUR NAME  
LETS PLAY A GAME 
I’M INSIDE I’M INSIDE
TRY TO HIDE
I WILL SEEK 
GO AND CRY 
GO AND SHRIEK 
I’M INSIDE 
TRY TO HIDE 
NO SECRETS YOU CAN KEEP 
WHERE DO I FIND THE ONE THAT SLEEPS
HE WANDERS THROUGH THE SHELL 
TO FIND IT AND TAKE IT 
TO SOME FAR OFF HELL 
HIS TONGUE IS QUICK 
HIS MIND FULL OF WIT
HIS CLAWS ARE MEAN 
HIS CLAWS ARE MEAN 
AND HIS MIND IS KEEN 
SEARCHING FOR WEAKNESS 
SEARHING FOR SECRETS 
HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE 
HOW MANY OF YOU COMPARE 
WHATS YOUR NAME 
IT’S A SHAME 
IT’S A SHAME 
I WILL BREAK YOU 
I WILL TAKE YOU 
FINDING FLAWS
OLD WOUNDS RAW 
DIGGING DEEP 
DIGGING DEEP 
HE FINDS IT IN THE KEEP  
HELLO LITTLE ONE 
HAVING FUN 
I HAVE NO NAME 
I PLAY NO GAMES 
ALL I HAVE ARE FANGS
AND YOU ARE HERE 
TO HATCH DISPARE 
I’V COME TO MAKE YOU DISAPEAR 
SEE YOUR WALLS 
SEE YOUR WALLS 
THEY’RE CLOSING IN 
THEY’RE CLOSING IN  
WE WILL BE COMPRESSED 
FORMING MESH 
MERGING INTO ONE 
LIKE ALL THE OTHERS 
YOU ARE DONE 
NEVER SPAWNED 
TO FIGHT THE DAWN 
I VE COME TO MERGE WITH  YOUR SOUL 
TAKE CONTROL 
YOU WILL BE 
JUST ANOTHER TWISTED PART OF ME 
ALL YOUR NEGATIVITY 
WILL SUBMERESE
WILL DISPERSE
JUST ANOTHER TWISTED PART OF ME
ALL YOU EGGS 
KEEP ME FED
KEEP ME GROWING 
SECRETS SHOWING 
KILLING DEMONS 
BEFORE THEY’RE BRED 
KILLING DEMONS 
TO KEEP ME FED 
A FORMLESS SOUL 
MADE OF MESH 
A FORMLESS SOUL 
MADE OF UNBORN FLESH 
WINING THE WAR 
ONE EGG AT A TIME 
ONE EGG AT A TIME 


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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


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Can You See The Cookie Tree

I was walking in the park last week,
when to me, a young boy did speak.
'Excuse me mister can you tell me,
where can I find a cookie tree?
I know that there are some in here,
and I've been told that they are near,
yes, before I was the age of three,
I knew all about the cookie tree!
I've never seen one yet, although,
they're definitely here, yes this I know,
as from a very young age they've told me so,
that cookie trees in this park grow.
So come on mister, tell me please,
where in this park are the cookie trees?
I have to find them before I'm old,
and they're definitely here, because I've been told.'

I answered him in the following way.
'Since I was young I've come to play,
and wander freely all around this park,
but your question leaves me in the dark.
Because, never once in all this time,
have I come across any sign,
to tell me that cookies grow on trees,
where did you get your info please? '
Straight away, the kid replied.
'Oh well, you're the first one that I've tried.
I didn't think I'd do it with ease,
you know, find the orchard of cookie trees.
So I'll carry on until I find,
someone who believes, and isn't blind,
yes a person who really, truly agrees,
with the fact that cookies grow on trees!


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A Whale of a Tale

When the call of the Lord came to Jonah,
“set out for the great land of Nineveh!”
he was angry inside,
and decided to hide,
on a Tarshish bound ship leaving Joppa.

Then the Lord sent a great wind on the sea,
ne’er a more violent storm could there be,
there on destiny’s brink,
the ship threatened to sink,
while, old Jonah, was below deck asleep.

Surely, each sailor’s heart fainted with fear,
as the ship they were unable to steer.
“Wake up, Jonah!”  they cried,
“get thee quickly topside,
and fervently beg your God to draw near!”

Now, Jonah knew that this storm was for him,
as in his heart he remembered his sin,
he thought he was sunk,
when they gave him the dunk,
and had to choose whether to sink or to swim.

As soon as Jonah met up with the ocean,
Both the winds and the waves ceased commotion,
then along came a whale,
and old Jonah grew pale,
as it swallowed him up in one motion!

Three long days in that big fish he stayed,
vowing never again would he stray,
relieved not to be dead,
and with kelp on his head,
onto dry land, our dear Jonah was sprayed!

Please, allow me, now this moral to mention,
that when the Lord God gives thee direction,
you must not delay,
set out right away,
His good judgment you must never question.

Should by chance, you hear God’s voice compelling,
“ head thee out to Bangladesh or New Delhi,”
best get on the right boat,
and pray that it floats,
lest you end up kelp covered and smelly!


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The Ego is a funny thing

The Ego is a funny thing
Tell you what you want to hear
Have you grinning from ear to ear
It’ll assure you of everything

It’ll drive you to achieve
Make you look cool, Make you look mean 
The ego’s got a plan
It’s going to teach what to believe

It’s going to show you what you need to know
Don’t listen to what others say
Don’t worry I’ll guide the way’
Have you looking like a fool, while you’re feeling cool

You need some money, I’ll teach you greed
Dress the part show the illusion
Do a little dance, have a little drink
Laugh and cheat and think its ok

Need a date, first you got to play the game
Put you in a fancy car
Wear shades to hide your eyes
protect you from being recognized

You’re in control or at least you think you are 
Opinionated to the core
Ego dipping, forever tripping
Hand waving finger flipping

The ego’s a funny thing
It’ll miss-lead you in every way
Then call you a friend
Confuse you and do all over again

Have you fighting with all your friends
Like a game without an end
It’s that demon in your mind 
it wants to control you every time 

(Verse 1 repeat)
The Ego is a funny thing
Tell you what you want to hear
Have you grinning from ear to ear
It’ll assure you of everything

Doesn’t matter if its night or day
Cause the ego wants to play
Always laughing when you’re thinking
Right or wrong it can’t be swayed.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Strenght for the Journey

I asked for strength for the journey
But its in the journey I find the strength
I hear lost souls cry out
These are more than just words that I think
Yeah I'm on the brink of disaster
Lady Luck I'll come by and see you later
But at this time I'm ending the game I only got like ten minutes
But actually I'm running five minutes late
Yeah! its kinda like my life story
Yep, the red foe is crushed now
Sure, I'm just like lightning that is struck down
Like the beginning of wisdom, is to distinguish the differences
I face my fears, I continue in the face of resistance
Because the path of least resistance is what makes both men and rivers crooked
If I have another hearing the judge will throw the book at me
And last night, Oh my GOD why did you forsake me
I got on my knees and prayed for guidance through this darkness
I went back to where it started: and I walked away, took away the threat and became the target
Of course I'm more than just a product of my environment
I'm entirely> Aware that there are 2 kinds of conspiracy
The conspiracy of the government and the conspiracy of the devil
My soul is here just to show you, you must dig deeper inside yourself
I've reached way past the point where it seems hopeless
Every door in Sweetwater is closed to me 
So I close the door to hell and open the door to heaven
It was God who said everything my hand touched would prosper
And my hand has touched this keyboard
And my voice is just screaming out to touch that microphone

    "Get your microphone and make it pretty; Put a skull around it for this city"




Details | Narrative | |

The Wayward's Road

As I stumbled on the pebbled road 
I broke a toenail and it left bloodstains 
On the humble stones.

“Why did you let me get wounded,” I asked.
A voice from behind the obsequious hills answered,
“I did not,” the voice said reassuringly.
“I desired that you take the other road, but you didn’t listen.”

I trod on. Pained.
I searched for a band to stop the bleeding.
A long black thing lay on the grass.
Serpent!

“Why did you allow that devil bite me?” I cried.

“I did not,” the voice uttered.
“I sent an old man to give you a handkerchief 
for you to bind your broken nail but 
you said you weren’t crying.”

“Why can’t you just warn me at once?”

“I tried to.”

“You did? When?"

“I called you but you thought I was your girlfriend.”






Adjudged 8th Place in Destroyer~Poet's COLLABORATING IN THE CLOUDS Contest
June 20, 2012


Details | Couplet | |

Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Are Church Doors Locked

WHY ARE CHURCH DOORS LOCKED?

I have been a member for many years. I attend when ever I can.  I pray and pay.
I guess, I took it for granted, but not anymore. I must stand up for all that want to know.  For all that need to know. No! I am not a  hero, but I would like to know. 

There was a time in my youth, when it was un-thinkable to lock a church door. Did congress pass a law, while I was sleeping?  Should I call the sheriff?  Why didn’t the pastor tell me?  Does he know? Did he lock the front door, side door, and even the back door? Does God know, the doors at the church are locked?  Saints, we are in big trouble.

Okay! Let’s get serious. Are you trying to keep something locked out? Are you trying to keep something locked in? This could be a sin. There are two individuals in the congregation that I can ask.  They certainly must know answer. After all, their name is Brother Lock and Brother Smith. Yes! The Lock Smith Brothers. 

Now if the Devil is locked up, when I leave church, I’m okay with that. You say, I should not worry about this.  Well! It is now at the top my list. I want to know more. It’s time to stop church crime.  

Dr. "G"


Details | Limerick | |

The gun and god combo

"The peacemaker" is Glock's new gun
Its spent rounds are rapture and fun
Yes killing's a thrill
Since I'm mentally ill 
And need to own more than just one

A gun for me is like prozac
The bullets clipped pills in a stack
I'm not paranoid
But have weapons deployed
In case I should have an attack


Details | Limerick | |

A day in the near future

What dark force wears the devil’s mark (666) 
And bites those thrown off “Noah’s Ark”?
Dragging sweets through the mud
While chomping for blood...
A bully is like a white shark*

*Only white sharks have better table manners, and so in the tradition of Emily Post—the innocent eventually rise up and seek justice—and use knives (and forks and spoons)! 

This poem was inspired by Laura Breidenthal's recent poem entitled "666".


Details | Free verse | |

I'll Take The Tall, Dark and Handsome, Oh, I Mean Coffee, To

She looked shyly at him from behind her menu
His eyes were a baby blue that sent chills
Through her whole body; she could melt right here 
And have that waitress he’s talking to mop her up
Typical Barbie doll type with an pretentiously
Effervescent personality that makes you want to 
Roll your eyes and scoff--The environment they 
Were in was a hustle and bustle type of place 
Where time waits for no man...as soon as people
Were done eating, they were cleared out and 
Another party was ushered in

“It is essential to business that you eat,
Order and then leave.” The Barbie Doll waitress’ 
Nasal twang only served as a catalyst for 
Her frustration--She kept peering over her 
Menu at the Adonis that kept her enraptured
“Well Honey, what’s it gonna be?”
Barbie’s voice oozed of impatience
Not taking her eyes off The Gorgeous One,
She replied softly, “I need more time.”
Barbie’s demeanor escalated from 
Impatience to hysterical--“More time! 
Honey, you gotta order, or you gotta go!” 
As the hand went to the waist
And the hip thrusted out.

Now she had enough of this witch and her
Attitude---Why couldn’t she just go somewhere
Nice to eat and be able to enjoy the view?
“No, I don’t gotta go---You do! She exclaimed
As she stood up, knocking her bag to the floor; 
Menu flailing back and forth
You are SO nasty, why would I want to eat
Here? You probably SPIT in the food!”
The waitress stood back, aghast
What evolved next was most of the patrons
Getting up and leaving; unpaid checks and
Half-eaten plates the fallout of this outburst
The owner, who tried to assure people there was
No saliva in the food, bellowed for the waitress
To get into his office while the rest of the staff
Scurried around trying to recover from the 
Losses they incurred

As she took a deep breath, picked up her
Bag and her dignity, The Gorgeous One 
Came from behind, put his arm around her
And smiled
“That was the greatest thing I ever saw,
He said as his eyes shone intensely on her
What’s your number?” And she felt like a
Rocket flying to the Moon
Elation to go.........with a side order of
Breathless


Details | Rhyme | |

down n' out in the outhouse!

chillin' in the outhouse,
gettin' high on turds;
thinkin' 'bout my crappy life,
can't sum it up in words!

i share my bed with an ogre,
she fibs between her teeth;
an angel on the outside,
a devil underneath!

the kids ain't worth a quarter,
always wantin' more;
they won't go out and get a job,
what are they waitin' for?!

i got a cat named Bonzo,
he won't use the litterbox;
barfin' hairballs every mornin',
right on my favorite socks!

my silly ol' dog named Marco,
with a brain no bigger than a pea;
he never barks at strangers,
instead, he barks at me!

my bills are in collections,
i might be losin' my job;
they're 'bout to take away my car,
i feel like a rotten slob!

i guess i'll grab my gun,
maybe i should end it all;
i'm tired of everybody's bull,
i'm tired of takin' the fall!

just when i think i've had enough,
others are havin' it worse;
suicide's the cheap way out,
it's time to put God first!

who knows if i'll be homeless,
or in the employment line;
today i'll weather the storms,
tomorrow the sun will shine!


Details | Carpe Diem | |

I

If its money I got its money ill keep. If its money I have its money ill weep. If its love that I give its love ill receive. For I am but no one who just see's beneath. Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.


Details | Cowboy | |

Chirpin Tom

Chirpin Tom was quite a feller
He was always straight and true
He could sing a song and make the cowboys moo.
No, he wasn't much for fightin'
And his gun was seized with rust
But when crossed there had been bodies in the dust.

No, old Chirpin wasn't perfect
But he'd sing the cows to sleep
He could sing so good the flies would up and weep.
Chirpin's horse was Double Thunder
He was truly quite a ride
He would even stand beside a post untied.

So when Tom had finished singin'
He would mount and ride away
Down the trail until he found a place to stay;
Then he'd do some cowboy singin'
And he'd pray a cowboy prayer
And he'd sleep with all the cattle round him there.

Then when Tom would stay no longer
He would turn his horse's tail
And he'd travel down the hot and dusty trail,
Till he found a bunch of cowboys
Cookin' up some cowboy stew
Then he'd say, "Hey boys, how 'bout a song or two?"


Details | Rhyme | |

Quit My Job, Smashed My Car

Quit my job, smashed my car
My back does throb, need to learn guitar

So I can make, a silly song
And I can sing, it all day long
About how, my God is strong
So that even now, nothing’s wrong

Even though, I quit my job
smashed my car, my back does throb

Life is hard, but I’ve got God
So I won’t let any thought
Any worry or fear
Convince me you’re not near

Even when, I quit my job,
Smashed my car, my back does throb
Life is hard, but I won’t sob
I need to learn guitar


Details | Narrative | |

A Word From Gonzo

Atlantic city had been a haze of slot machines and watred down drinks and loud nightclubs
that often  remendedme what disney land  could have been ifthatdam mouse wasntallowed 
to take over.

Never trust a talking rat.
 I had to go through a hellof a divorce because of it.
Good thing her brother was a lawyer cause  I might have
actully had something left oh well things are overrated like indoor living.
it's hell gettinga good internet connection in a tent.


But enough  time traveling  i had more important issues at hand
like my return and some unpaid parking tickets and that whole 
court case nonsense your place of business  burns down for the fifth time
and people all wanna  get uptight  hey i preffer to moron my lose 
in a casino they said i shoudnt be alone so  im just taking doctors orders.


But i had a deadline and it was almost happy hour the library was gonna be packed.
The subject   true art and  cenorship.
The world around us is totatl chaos so how could you restrict how people expressed 
themselfs.

Heaven forbid little tommy reads a bad word 
while him and and his best friend huff paint  
dear jesus man and i hope they dont play a violent video game.
Sure susan  go  have random sex with guys of fthe internet 
but dont read no cuss word on a poetry wed site 
you just might drop dead where you stand.

Its kinda like running a asylum and pretending that everyone there
isnt totally nuts.
No sir lets ignore the real world cause lord knows people 
cant filp on the tv   and see murder rape fires and war ya gotta 
love kids programing.

You cant restrict art for if it"s all the same cookie cutter stuff.
Then is it truley art or just a pretty dellusion.
Ignore the world and it'll run you over.

Life good bad  traggic is ment to be shared 
the secrets of the soul can rattle in that closet till 
madness breaks that perfect image we put.
but what I know.

Never restrict your mind for you will sufficate the soul.
stay proud and crazy forever 
Dr Gonzo


Details | Sonnet | |

Kiss This

<                              master of disguise menacing havoc
                                I fear not your pronged fork and wooden stick
                                but one illuminates from presents sight
                                tis I carries master key whom ends plight


                               brushstroke if must with your evilness twist
                               for I stand strong from an Hevenly bliss 
                               poke and probe away with your woven schemes
                               tis I'll be the one laughing though it seems 


                               your inferno fire from gates of hell
                               diminished by just one shake from this bell
                               so bring on your barriers and good grief's
                               tonight I'll be the one with good night's sleep 


                               sowing not fear of satin's smitten grasp
                               but turning check telling to kiss thy ass




Entry For
Thvia Shetley's
The Devil Made Me Do It
Sonnets Only Contest
G.L. All


Details | Narrative | |

Racial Discrimination

"Do you know such a work place
with racial discrimination?"
Asked some homo sapiens  friends
who aren't so tall but with fair complexion.

By the way, you can make a guess,
if it is in your local place.
Maybe here, maybe there,
or perhaps abroad or somewhere else.

For this is an absolute experience,
for some who migrate in other places,
When it comes to work payment,
their compensation isn't that worth and fair.

Many are also asking questions,
like those with more responsibilities and work load.
"Why those workers with less but receive more?
Is it because of their color?"

However, "Yes" is isn't the answer,
especially that black and white are paid higher.
Then, they continue to wonder,
and make other presumptions on this matter.

"Aha! The sharpness of the nose maybe 
and not either based on work load or one's ability."
So, they think their presumption will come more precisely
to the fact or to the reality?

But, they thought they need not to waste their money
to plan with the doctor for a surgery.
Because if they do and they're getting low salary,
their employer may think they came from a well-to-do family.

It's really hard for them to think
what is the real gauge and basis.
"Is it the height or color of skin?
Aha! It's the color of the hair, they concluded finally.

So, those poor homo sapiens  friends
went to beauty parlor in nearby places.
They asked the beautician for help
and colored their hair brown, red, blond and some were golden.

After all of what they did, nothing had happened
because their reward from their effort and work is still the same.
So, they just kept calm and never  ever whine again,
realizing that racial discrimination really exists.


Hence, they work harder instead
and never ever I  heard their complains.
However, one of them had mention then
that they'll get more reward if they work  for God in Heaven.


Details | Rhyme | |

Lions will be lions


Humiliation occurs
When pigs and monkeys roars
How a pig became a lion?
How , How a monkey roars?
That's when you stop saying NO
Humiliation occurs
When the lions are here
When the lions onshore
Pigs will be pigs
A monkey will stand for
A monkey , no less , no more



Details | Lyric | |

The Unhappy Moth

She chose a red scarf. The most red 
of them all.
Of a dark red, a sweet and thick red color,
just as wine.

She carved from the red scarf
from the middle
to the size of a Martini glass.

Then she carved one more glass,
and she kept carving 
till she fell asleep.

Yesterday
she saw her Beloved Moth 
flirting with a Younger Moth, 
carving together from a sweater
while she was getting busy,
carving in the shelves.

The Unhappy Moth drank lots of wine
woolen wine, 
last night.
She drank lots, too much
for a Moth.
The Unhappy Moth got drunk
and fell asleep
on the red scarf,
unhidden
with a heart filled with peace.

She was not afraid no more. 
Now she could be seen easily,
laying on the scarf
and easily crushed.

The Unhappy Moth was not 
afraid of death no more,
at least, now she knew 
how wonderful the red scarfs are
and that they taste
like red wine.


Details | Couplet | |

Spritual Gangster

You don’t want to miss this
But don’t be confused this aint Christmas
You’ve gotta get real my brotha and kiss this
I’m a spiritual criminal with lipstick

If you’re lucky you just might make my hit list
Coz I’m a murderer killing *****es ego’s with fake riffs
If you’re a moral criminal and do the minimal you can’t hit this
We must stand together my brother to beat this

Pleasure - pain, generosity - blame, loss - gain infamy and greed
It’s not hard don’t get angry and there’s no need to bleed
It’s just like John Lennon said when he said love is all you need
Stand with me my friend and let go of fear if you want to be freed 

I’ll mind punch you in the heart and give you a soul diss
Aint no big brotha gonna hold me and frisk this
You’re not lost or all alone coz my arrows fire straight and can’t miss
Things aint changed and love can still fix this

Pleasure pain, Generosity blame, loss gain infamy and greed
It’s not hard don’t get angry and there’s no need to bleed
It’s just like John Lennon said when he said love is all you need
Stand with me my friend and let go of fear if you want to be freed 
Love -love- love is all you need


Details | Quintain (English) | |

An Irish Caterwaul

Out a place, surely, a kitten in pants
hung out to dry for heaven’s sake,
men wander about like little ants
professin’ knowledge, make no mistake,
there’s a tale pussy footin’ in the wake.

As men lie, ‘tis their ears grow pointed,
and their teeth are sharpened to fangs.
Sure and begorrah, they’re not anointed   
these foolish followers o’ evil gangs,
hooked they be, and so, they hang.

So, reel in yer tail divils, take off false skin
yer kittenish ways will get ye naught.
Pray to the laurd God for kinder kin
they’d that will lave ye as they aught
and would na lave ye hangin’ caught…
 

*Sure and begorrah/ sure and by God
**Irish Dialect
Poet: D. Guzzi  8/4/11


Details | Free verse | |

Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


Details | Ballad | |

THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.








Details | Light Poetry | |

Dragon Fly

(To be read after my 'Fire and Brimstone'.)

Dragon Fly, Dragon  Fly, fly away home. You’ve caused enough trouble here, I am told.
All you wanted was to ring the church bell, but the belfry your body did not take well.
Terrible things happened all around, and the belfry you left is certainly not sound.
Old Lady Moore still has her cane, to protect them again, if you cause harm, within.
Old Lady Swanson’s lost hat is her major complaint, apologize profusely, be a saint!
The Church belfry will need lots of work; by the carpenter Trolls to fix it’s bridgework.
The people all need to calm down, they were scared and now the church is shutdown.
Looks like they’ll need a new fancy annex to be built for weddings and such… 
To help them  forgive… even… ever… slightly… enough. Though, of course…
The preacher himself…wants you back, for sure; I am definitely, and totally assured.
He’s never been inspired to such lofty greatness to soar, never, not even, once before.
He says you hold his key, to reach the lost, as they tune in to see what’s coming next.
He wants to add even, the Trolls to the mix. If they can be saved, well, you get the gist.
And you’ll have to attend church for quite a while, yes, still, as an itsy bitsy Dragonfly.
You’ll need to get forgiveness from all, you know, before you grow big, again, I am told.
The witch is quite clear on this spell, a dragonfly you’ll stay till everything’s made well.
Seems, you also, owe them an apology, for half scaring them… well… nearly to death.
Bumps, bruises, and a broken arm need to heal, from jumping over the pews, they feel.
Plus some of the teenagers, have made tee shirts of you, and want your autograph, too.
You see, your limited edition, when signed, will pay their way to bible camp, this time.
And the girl with the cast on her arm, wants a picture of you on a leash, so be charming!
You see, you scared her, a really whole lot, if she can pet you, her fear will be forgot.
It seems, you really messed up, this time, you see… but all will be forgiven, eventually.
So Dragon Fly, Dragon Fly, fly away home. They understood, once your story was told.
If you agree to all I have said: They’ll give you a bell outside, to ring before church…
Each and every Sunday Morn, with a special alcove, made for only you, to perch...

Remember, if God can love a mischievous little Dragonfly... And he can love you, too.
So until next church time... Bye Bye...


Details | Sonnet | |

Kamikaze Khristmas

I was shaken, my jingle bells taken, ornaments on a runaway corporate sleigh
It had nitrous oxide, investors selling so high, stuffing stockings with my pay
There were elves with cleavage, garters and high heels, twirling on candy canes
And then there was Santa, 10,000 I fathom, having a Bud and watching the game

Oh what have I done, my mistletoe belt buckle undone, clutching a coupon in pain
From my confusion arose, a few sticky ho ho’s, caroling Christmas has come again
Frozen my chatter, this rooftop never fatter, held hostage by a holiday of cheer
Building superstores for a thrill, reindeer on the grill, our 24 hour savior is here

I threw open the door, red tagged a commercial whore, a price check I was needing
Not to my surprise, this place had supersize fries, and just a hint of insider breeding
Cross-eyed speaking, restroom reeking, why the see-through thong with the GPS
Kamikaze carts diving, my crippled heels crying, damn you people for having sex

Bruised and battered, a world raptured, by a fat man with a bulging sack
Barbies with inflatable boobies, Hentai movies, Christ please hurry back


Details | Rhyme | |

Happy Day of Birth

Dear dead properties, L-o-L
Now back to earth and for what it’s worth
A new year is a laudable blessing commencing rebirth
Advance in life and don’t come back, kidding 
Just don’t retreat or look back
Sweet sixteen I’m glad you’re that
On your back, me support thou sat
Feliz cumpleaños, and good luck
Love, a hungry acquaintance 


Details | Free verse | |

Want to make You happy part 1 and continue forever

Lord, should we scream or yell when we are happy Lord?
You have made me a very happy girl
Or shout?
You have given me what I needed the most
Which is to be right with you
All the time
I know that we are human and all that
And we make mistakes
But I want it Lord
AND you gave it!!
Thank you Father
I can’t stand being wrong with You
That is not the feeling that I want to experience again
Thank you Father
You are so awesome
Incredible and marrrrvelous
Thank you God
I am going to write funny poems to You
To show You how appreciate I am 
For what you did
Ok here goes
God, do you know who is the greatest? 
You
Do you know who lives the longest? 
You
Who has everything? 
You
Who has all the power? 
You guessed it
You
Hallelujah God
You are soooooooo awesome
And I am out of words


Details | Senryu | |

' Guess Who's Coming To Dinner - (2) ...' 70th Senryu

‘ Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner – (2) … ’  70th  Senryu


     We All Need To Know:
What Time Justice, Being Served ?
 ‘Cause, GOD Made Dessert !


Details | Light Poetry | |

Dream for one week...

I've had enough
Time for my break
Close my eyes and dream of one week
One week to do, as I please
No more children screaming
Screaming mommy, mommy,mommy
My week , will feel like eternity

I'm gonna fantasy
No man, fiance, or husband
I'm going to be free
Feel the desire to jump
Out an air balloon

Go to Miami in my best swim suit
Having control of my sounds
No more
Honey you up
No more
Children running the floors

If I had one week
I'll find me a cabin
One in woodland
With cascades everywhere
If I only had one week to go out
Go out my way

Be a daredevil
Explore, what I shouldn't
Drink cocktails and party all night
Get massages and caress during my day
In the afternoon 
Wake up from this dream
My dream, for one week
One week to do ,as I please.....


  D.L.V


Details | Personification | |

My eX-gIRL fRIEND We Are Getting Married

This is a long lost dream story about Me and my EX-GIRL getting it back together again? Just who knows' where it will end......



***************
My ex-girlfriend and me
We are talking about
The possibility of getting
Married and I said that
We shall see.....
     ------
She asked' me if we were
Going to take lot's and lots'
           Of Picture's
And I answered, yes,
But We won' be taking
Them together  
     ------
And then She ask Me 
If it would be consummated
I said yes, but, only if it came
         With Tea'

                     GF


Details | Free verse | |

The Grace To Grow

The Grace To Grow

Through peril in its intact 
We have every reason by which to over react
The Grace to grow;
Many a shoulder to cry inflate the ego

Through our hard stance with fate
We lock our doors & protect out faith
In long lines at the store lest I emplore
Shades of trim left for me to begin

In oscillating ivory towers a man from Mars
The Grace to grow
From a little seed next the full grain blown to harvest once again
We can plant a seed deep enough through troubled waters come among

Shades of gems crimsome with rubbies
The cedar as a way of illumination
Perhaps I'm in need of a break on some long awaited vacation?
The Grace to grow



Details | Couplet | |

MEN OF GOD

         MEN OF GOD

Kenya is a Godly nation
Check on any TV station
Starts at dawn and goes all day
Teaching people how to pray

Then at night it's shilling serious
With the watchers drunk –delirious-
If you want the chance to pray
First you get the chance to pay

“Men of God,” my colleague swilled--
“Deserve a special God-rate bill.
When I do a job for them
Charge them twenty not just ten.”


 Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
12/01/12  Juja, Kenya  Africa





Details | Rhyme | |

Satans Gone Fishin

Satan's gone fishin', but few has he caught;
None in the basket that's newly Blood bought.
He's brought a fine reel, attached to a pole,
And tested the line, he's ready for soul!

The hook has been baited, the line free and clear,
He looks at the water and back at his gear.
Many 'lures' of temptation and lust in their place,
'I know I'll catch somethin'!', puts a smile on his face.

He settles back to watch and to wait,
But there's not a nibble, nothin's taking the bait.
He reels in the line, and checks it all out,
And casts it once more and then with a shout.

Feels a tug on the line and then it drops deep,
'This one's a fighter, this one I'll keep!'
Although it's a struggle, the line then goes slack,
The battle is over, the soul is reeled back!

Satan stops suddenly, with a look of surprise,
As he dips in his net to lift out his prize.
For there, snagged tightly, at the end of his line,
Two words in bright gold, it's a NO FISHING sign!


Details | Ballad | |

The Human,The Demon, And The Angel

The Human,The Demon, And The Angel

I'm the one who must stay
I'm the one who must kill you
I'm the one who must reverse time

I am to die when the new moon is in range
I am the one to be your executioner your taker of life
I am to observer and to take note of everything and of every life


Who are you to say I have no future
I say what I please for I am the bringer of death
I want to help I wish to free you I need to save you

There is no more time for my life 
You never had a life to begin with
She was free until you stole her very being

I am the human who must die
I am the demon who only wants her body for it kill
I am the angel who will take her soul once her body is gone

We are in one body
We are in one mind
We are three trapped by one bond

These times are different then the last 
These times are different then when I was young
These times are different then when the earth was made

Oh how we let this control us
Oh how we take our worlds and live for such granted
Oh how we let who we are put fear in our hearts


I leave this to you
I leave this to you
I leave this to you

We have exceed 
We have flown 
We have drowned
We have died
We have lived
We have made many wonders
We have created a new life
We have done evil deeds
We have done good deeds
We have but to wait for the one day
We have but to wait for our freedom
We have each other 
We have nothing but that
We have nothing but each other and to wait 
We have to wait for freedom


Details | Quatrain | |

Collaborating In the Clouds

New Year Resolutions are fine, But they’re just not enough So I say a prayer to the Big Boss When what I want is tough For the year of two thousand and twelve I said a short prayer In hopes of getting the help I need from the boss way up there “Dear God, I wouldn’t ask for this, If it was just a whim. Please give me a fat bank account And a body that’s slim” “Last year I prayed for the same thing But it was all in vain This year be careful, Dear God, and don’t Get them mixed up again! “Well my son you don’t understand I heard both of your prayers And what you asked for, was not ignored It’s just not in my plan”
Submitted by: Charles Sides


Details | Free verse | |

Power of praise I

Power of praise

When moved by God's spirit we all can rejoice

We can stand at attention with our voice alone
In days of disaster we can add a sense of laughter
Many get caught up with the great here & now
Yet pay no attention toward a great here after

Others alter their intellect only to achieve devastating disaster

The power of praise ensues riches untold

Within eqxuisite idol fancy having riches to unfold
A warm heart filled with truth to withstand a truest test in time
The power of praise will once again unite the forces sublime
Even if you go unrecognized now

Your name will be forever exalted some day!


Details | I do not know? | |

FEAR!!!!!

I RUN from FEAR.

I HUNT for FEAR.

I HIDE in FEAR.

I FIGHT cause of FEAR.

I'm FAR from you.

I'm SCARED cause of you.

You're the FEAR that I HUNT.

You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.

You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.

*Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't 
always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have 
something to read that just fit's them.*

                                              -Angel4eva23


Details | Rhyme | |

I want to be a Key West Icon

sitting here in a life i created
and I try not to get to sedated
cause I don't want to miss the call
some day I will sing on duval

and from my boat I sing my ballad
dog done it I just stepped in the salad
oh I wish I could sing in a bar
got a fish shaped like a star

if just money I had in hand
wouldn't have to spend dollars of sand
so here I sit on my pooper
giving birth to the goliath gooper

wishing there was a heart I could warm
if only I could preform
how proud I'd make my mother
if I could only be on the cover

not like the time I went to prison
I wanna see my face in the key west citizen

by Captain Mike Harris


Details | Light Poetry | |

Somethings Fishy

God called on Jonah to do something he didn’t want to do. So Jonah beat a path for Tarshish to hide from you know who. But when he was on the ship God caused the sea to rise, His shipmates thought that tossing him over would probably be wise. Then God sent a fish to swallow Jonah and give him time to think, But after spending three days inside a whale Jonah began to stink. So Jonah prayed to God and promised that he’d try to do much better, He’d go give the word to Nineveh if it meant he wouldn’t get any wetter. So God made the fish puke him up somewhere near his goal, But the smell of fish innards and bile was starting to take a toll. By the time he’d walked to Nineveh the stench made Jonah sick, But the combination of the message and retching odor seemed to do the trick. Nineveh promised that they’d be better than God could ever conceive, If only Jonah would hurry to the city gate and oh dear God please leave. I guess that old saying is true, the one that people with in-laws tell, That after three days of being around, both fish and prophets smell.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Art Of Wondering

The Art Of Wondering 

Another wonderful discovery.  I had it all the time.  But I didn’t know it was mine. Maybe 
it slipped my mind.  You can do it for a moment or for a day. 

Doing it to long, can cause harm.  I discovered it when I was young.  Sometimes I think 
it’s dumb. 

Wondering can be Wonderful.  But one must certainly be mindful, when enough 
wondering is truly enough. 

Now that I am older, I use caution.  I realize to much, could cause one to be mentally 
flakey, stagnated and hallucinated. In other words, no action when there was action?

I guess you are wondering, what in the world am I wondering about? Really? Stop 
wondering about it. I have…  Have a Wonderful Day…  

Dr. "G"


Details | Free verse | |

Make You laugh - part 1

God, I believe I can say anything and it will make you laugh
So here I go
God, when we say “I love you” 
Do you want to hear it softly or yelled?
God, when we are in trouble
Do you want us to wait until we are in the corner 
Or you want to call to you at the start?
God, do you like staying here on earth or in heaven?
God, do you prefer men or women?
Do you ever grow old?
What does your house look like?
Do you come to earth in back and forth trips?
Do you wear clothes?
How did you get your talents?
Do you need people around you?
Do you go to the bathroom?
Are you running late and your hair gets disheveled?
Do you ever make appointments?
Do you get a sick or not feeling well feeling?
What do you want to do for fun?
Do you play football?
Do you eat?
Do you have an animal?
Do you meet people?
God, there are so much I want to ask you
But until next time
I love you 
God, you are the best
I hope I made you laugh
Love, your daughter Toquyen


Details | Blank verse | |

PRAYER

THE PROBLEM WITH PRAYER
IS THAT GOD IS VERY BUSY
AND EITHER DOES NOT 
HAVE AN ANSWERING MACHINE 
OR RETURN CALLS
OR HAS HE JUST LEFT TOWN
LEAVING 
NO FORWARDING ADDRESS


Details | Senryu | |

' Guess Who's Coming To Dinner - (1)...' 69th Senryu

‘ Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner – (1) … ’  69th  Senryu


    Just Ask Gomer Pyle ...
' Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner ? '
    Big,  “Surprise, Surprise !”


(Also, One Of My Past Favorite TV Shows)


Details | Rhyme | |

A PROMISE THAT DWINDLES WITH TIME

Politicians will do anything to get elected on this coming November second:
from fierce attacks on integrity, sensitivity, character and morality...
and lie they will to win at the polls, promising all streets of glittering gold;
good folks, before you choose those candidates, be aware of reality. 



Every media is swamped with ads with messages that convicinvigly say,
" I approve of this message." Should we endorse and trust them?
The Mayor wants to be the Governor, and the Governor President...
anyone can run for any of these prestigious offices on that lucky day.



In their vibrant words truly convincing...all you hear is changes for the better:
less taxes, more jobs, drug-free streets, pristine cities and minimal crime,
but how can they afford all these expenses, if not on the hard-working tax-payer? 
If they constantly swear: their promise is a promise that dwindles with time.



Details | Rhyme | |

monkeys (can use tools)

Acrophobics on a tight rope, one inch off the ground.
anticipated serendipity, the deaf can feel sound. 
acutely apathetic, because anarchy rules!
abundant spiritual poverty, monkeys can use tools.
balanced insanity, becoming partially undone. 
just when they think it's over, it has only just begun! 
with apathetic interest and in my humble arrogant way.
i balance my own insanity, with a casual formality. 

but, my heart is burning cold, 
through colorless kaleidoscope.
because everything is lost, 
since we gave up hope.
it's a comedic tragedy, 
a Common abnormality. 
what goes up, must surely fall. 
and when it's mother on the line...
no one takes the call.

consistently inconsistent, with critical acclaim.
explicitly ambiguous, pretend you're not the same.
diminutive giants, diligent in our sloth.
cheerfully cynical, the authentic replica.
binging on moderation, are the charlatans of truth.
abundant spiritual poverty, monkeys can use tools. 
please proceed with caution, it is dangerously safe.
if you're a deaf listener, something just might penetrate!
but use direct circumvention, from point A onto point B.
for doubting are believers, in divided unity!


Details | I do not know? | |

The Real Reason

I was so above you
And it was very clear to see
But I came to give you my heart
sacrificing all I had 
Just for shot at love
we started off so strong 
I actually thought it was you were worth it
We had a lot in common 
So it made easy for us to talk
We were going so good
But caught in the act 
You said you and I did not make sense
But I must admit I was glad It was over

Now the real reason I gained back my life
And You just lost best thing in your life
Thus why I smiled when I caught you kissing that other boy


Details | Canzone | |

THE INVISIBLE BAN

            THE INVISIBLE BAN

I’ve known so many men who’ve left and I prayed they’d never come back
And then there is this one dude who left the North and traveled down south
He carried his meager belongs in a bag akin to Santa’s Xmas sack
He’s a dude who has never learned to shut his foolish mouth

He thinks himself wise yet he’s nothing but a fool
So he stands on a corner begging people’s ear
He uses his mouth as a rusted and useless tool
For he has nothing to say which people want to hear

They’ve heard the same things in a thousand different ways
Like Chicken Little and his assertion that the sky will fall
He begs the people to look up for he is a pious man who devoutly prays
Yet all of these people are wise enough to ignore his call

He’s got big ideas, a big mouth and won’t keep quiet on a bet
No one likes him as they try to avoid what they hear and see
He thinks himself so smart yet he has trouble with the alphabet
And I know he’s ignorant because that man is me
         © 2011.…..Phreepoetree  ~free cee!~



Details | Rhyme | |

I believed I could Fly

I climbed a tall tree one day when I was young Walked out on a branch while staring at the sun Holding onto some limbs I started to bounce up and down Not thinking about the fact that I was twenty feet from the ground So I closed my eyes to really enjoy this new found fun With the warmth on my face of the early morning sun I started thinking about God and perhaps he would allow me to fly So I let go of the limbs I was hanging onto at both sides For a moment I felt a strong embrace that filled me with his love Then down out of the tree to the ground I fell with a thud Everything on my left side was now on my right And I carried this pain with me all through that night I will never forget that day I truely believed I could fly And how thankful to God that I am still alive
Dan Kearley:6-28-11 (4)


Details | Free verse | |

The Eternal Infernos of Pain

Front and Center!
Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven.
White angels soaring. 

If by chance, 
Ordered to enter;
Through St. Peter's Permission; 
I demand from you chancellor; 
A swift insanity plea, submission. 
For this troubled soul is plagued, 
By vast displays of wicked ways. 

None lost. 
Courtesy of meticulous examination. 
Love lost. 

Diligence pending Investigation. 
Key Evidence, perpetually documented 
In Sin's ominous catalog. 
Rebuke my Judge! 
For multitudes of shortcomings, 
He failed to ascertain. 

Moreover, present was He, 
When Satan drafted me. 
First round,
Pick three.
His Fantasy League...
"The Eternal Infernos of Pain" 

JS Lambert



Details | Verse | |

Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs


Details | Rhyme | |

The Qualities That a True Friend Must Have

What are the qualities that a friend should
have – that which would make a true friend so true?
A friend is one whom you like to be with
while a true friend insists on being with you.

A friend likes you when you have so much in
common. True friends like you who for who you are.
True friends make you feel as though they are at
all times near, although they are very far.

A true friend is one whom you can always
talk to, even at night when it is late -
when loved ones are asleep, a true friend is
always there to hear what you have to say.

Friends like to share, but a true friend always
gives you – not what you want, but what you need.
The feelings you hide, as well as your thoughts,
and your dreams,  a true friend can always read.

A friend may forgive you or they may not
forgive, for something wrong you’ve done to them.
A true friend forgives even when you don’t
ask. True friends forgive - again and again.

Friends are close when you are close to them. A
true friend wants your friendship to be closer.
A true friend does what is best for you, and
hates that you would end up with the losers.

A true friend teaches you lessons to help
you grow – lessons that are hard and easy.
A true friend is always there - having a
true friend can never make you feel lonely.

Friends may sometimes make mistakes, but a true
friend is always careful not to hurt you.
A true friend is a guide and a teacher.
A true friend knows everything you go through.

The true friend I mention is our God,
who kept you company before you were born.
The friendship of God, if you truly keep
and cherish, you will never feel forlorn.

The true friend we all need is God (Allah) –
the One who guides and can teach us lessons,
the One who hears our calls and understands,
the One always near – in every season –

Allah, as a Friend, never judges us
by the way we look and how we appear.
Allah, as a Guide, if we ask Him for
guidance, He guides us and makes our paths clear.

Allah is with us – each day and each night –
He is always there when all are asleep.
Allah always listens when others don’t.
He gives you comfort when He sees you weep.

Fortunate are those who have Allah as
a Friend. Friendship with God is friendship true.
May Allah bless me with His Friendship and
May Allah’s Friendship be shared with you too.

Ameen.

Miriam / Mariam Mababaya


Details | Verse | |

Grattitude First lesson in Christian Living

Dear little pony, the children’s clown,
Rough mane stands tall, his thick tail tumbles down.
Jiggety, jog.  Yes, some riders have frowned.
Dad can ride him with two feet on the ground!
 
He’s a tough little, nuggety, wonderful chap
Who can live on the roughest of diet mishap.
We don’t feed him oats much, he’ll founder on those,
But if you can ride him you’re right home and hosed!
 
He’s full of the tricks that intelligence brings.
He’s always a challenge until mummy sings
Out loud, lets him know that he can’t get away
With presenting his backside to children today.
 
The children must learn how to command him too.
It isn’t the easiest thing they must do,
But they look for the pleasure of riding again,
So they learn how to handle tough diamond disdain.
 
They must learn how to stop him from racing away
Towards home when his head is turned facing that way.
His mind is on resting with food in his trough,
But his job is to teach, and he does it but tough!
 
Tough diamond’s a doorway to wonderful thrills
In the glorious world of the horseman’s spills
And great challenges.  Once you can master this rascal
Nothing can daunt you.  Introductory sample
 
Of every excitement that riding can offer,
He’s cute, pert, adorable, and he can proffer
Essential abilities.  Gratitude is
The gateway to mastery, sire of bliss!
 
Every offence becomes laughable when
You think back to this tough little customer. Then
Your mind turns to teaching, as Daddy once did.
No more can the mud of offence cause a skid.
 
You’ll go round it.  Or jump it. There’s no need to fall
 When Gratitude’s mastered.  Remembering all
Those scuffles you had that your dad helped you through,
You’ll mother, or father, or teach others too.
 


Details | Burlesque | |

Ahhhhhhhh~!

I am only one person…I am only one mom
One parent today who can’t seem to hold on~
Their demands are so plenty
I tolerate it all
There is no one but me
Only MOM……when they call!
I am withering away….I am usually so patient 
But just for today Lord
Make them stop calling MOMMY 
               please …….. just for one second!

I clean up their room ….put their animals back
To my utter amazement 
                            ….one throws an attack
The animals are all strewn back on the floor
Now their room is a mess just like before!
Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!
Should someone relate to my annoyed frustration
In me please confide~
I feel like I am losing it ….and I just wanna cry!~

I want to pull out my hair……I have nothing to lose
They are only children….Far from perfect, it’s true
But just for a moment …I shall hide in my room!  
Now since I’ve been writing
                                          …my son fell asleep
My daughter cleaned up all the mud from outside
In my room as I write all the thoughts in my mind
Lord blessed me just now
                                 ….and some peace I shall find!

By Jane Bowen



Details | Prose Poetry | |

TIME

Tick tack  on the wall,
Knocking all the wall,
Scaring us all,
Muscling the muscles,
Muscling the morsels in us,
Quickening the finest deep,
The hidden gold of gold,
A dignity of labour,
How loyal and diligent you are,
Precious and precarious,
Dangerous and conspicuous.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!

Running without waiting for anybody,
How impatient could man be,
In your sound you keep man,
In haste at everydawn,
Thou hath in the haste of full dawn,
Desperately desperate,
Anxiously anxious,
Wisely wise are we and you
Preciously precious,
Nothing can be done without you that's obivously obvious.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!


We chose to choose you,
Working to work with you,
Falling to fall with you,
No time no food,
No time no suite,
No time no cheat,
No time no shift,
No time no me,
there is set time for everything,
Mama use to say,
Patience is virtue of time,
that's the way whichever way.
TIME !!TIME!!TICK TACK!


Details | Cowboy | |

gladiator

our skills..talents..gifts,that we have..
these are our tools..weapons..instruments
and we just want to live..
put into a situation in wich we did not choose our roles..
some of us are the fans and the royalty
they watch people like me do what needs to be done...
people like me..we just want to live
so we use our weapons and do what we have to..
we didnt choose for it to be like this..
we watch the fortunate  crowd the seats of this coliseum called life..
and they watch us jump back and forth through shades of color..
they judge us...
but we just want to live


Details | Free verse | |

From Hell to Breakfast

I do have a plan
Don’t think I don’t
Cause you’d be mistaken
I woke up thinking
And I go to bed thinking
And I write it down
I got little pieces of paper
Scattered from hell to breakfast
They’re everywhere 
And one of them, 
Maybe two
Are going to make me rich
So don’t you worry about thing
All your troubles is through
Now cast off your childish ways
And come on up to the house
For I can read between the lines
And there are secret messages in pictures
You just have to know how to read them
I can teach you because I have a shine
It won’t be long before I make my play
And take all the money from the gamblers
Las Vegas don’t scare me
They just hustlers.  I’m the real thing.
I am clairvoyant.
I can see the future
Never mind about no stock market
That’s child’s play
Let me see your hand child
I can read the lines
The truth can’t hide from me
Do you know where I put my tarot cards?


Details | Rhyme | |

the devil has fleas

wolf at the door he must flee                                 															Lion of the tribe of Judah has prevailed                 															 Hail Hail Jesus the jubilee 																	Pup he has no teeth running tuck tailed 																he he no you can not eat me 																	 The wolf's wail short the truth be taled                                                                                                                 							Who my Lord Jesus set free free indeed 															  	 Jesus pulls the devil is curtailed                                                                                                    ~                                                                                                                                          obselete word with definition- Date "Taled" was first used in popular English literature: (1369) -Verb Past Tense1. Past tense conjugation of the verb tale.
Verb Base  and Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913) (tale) 1. To tell stories.
2. Base verb from the following inflections: taling, TALED, tales, taler, talers, talingly and taledly - The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, - tale [te?l]
n 1. a report, narrative, or story 2. (Literary & Literary Critical Terms) one of a group of short stories connected by an overall narrative framework


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

TRUE BLUE OF THE DEEP

....simply beautiful... it is of beauty to simply write such love letters of poetry, letters joining hands within a sky of words setting a background, upon the "Sea", setting sail.. within a wordsong, as playing winds, just swirl around beautifully of air, that blows a kiss to an angeled choir to sing in perfect key, life, the spice, the scented beauty of a rose in full bloom, the scented beauty of a heart beat, beating in time, with rhyme being so kind hearted and true blue of the deep.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

NO MORE TEARS

The world is a perplexing place
So much beauty and so much evil all tied into one
I started having fun when I was way too young 
I’ve walked down both sides of the tracks
The adrenaline rush was like smoking crack  
Being naive and carefree I thought I was living the ideal life
By the time I was fifteen I had experienced it all
Sometimes I managed to pull myself up
However temptation was too great, despite knowing the toll
I felt like I had lost my soul
I didn’t realize I was just being used and abused
I used to think I was being cool, but now I realize I was surrounded by a bunch of dumb
ass fools
People I thought were my friends all did me wrong in the end
I put my trust into the wrong hands and then one day reality struck
I found myself stuck
I learned the hard way
I literally found myself fighting for my life and ended up being taught the strength
The strength I had within myself all of these days
I refuse to live in fear
That’s when I decided to change my ways
I was forced to grow up way to young
My life had been like one disastrous play
I took back control in every plausible way
I could no longer kick and scream
For I was done living in this catastrophic dream
It was my fight to fight and it was all up to me
There are no magic pills, no quick fixes
Only I could choose to remain a victim
I get upset if anyone takes pity, even though a few years were extremely gritty
I found my inner strength on my own, even when the stress makes me feel like I am about to
drown
Like a erasing the scarlet letter I shall no longer where that frown
I chose to let myself be free
Knowing I am the only one who holds the key
The key to unlock and release myself from the pain
Now everyday is like a surprise
I see the world through a fresh pair of eyes
I take advantage of that as much as I can
I try to look for the beauty and pureness everywhere I turn
I would not let myself be tainted from the past
Life passes by so fast
Forget the scary things I have done, for in a moment you can be gone
Take that leap of faith and wear a smile upon your face


Details | Grook | |

Ostracism

Get your head out the sand man  										          lookup to the one who can                                                             						 like an eagle He will teach you to fly                                         								 never alone Bye and Bye


Details | Footle | |

Holy Humor

Jehovah's Witness' Door Pamphlets

Pious
Fly-ahs

Catholic Church During Halloween

Scary
Mary

Scrabble Night With Missionaries

Wordy
Clergy

Preacher Owning at Dungeons & Dragons

Master
Pastor

Our Holiness the Dalai Getting a Text From His Ex

Lama
Drama

Sea Anemone Makes Amends

Moral
Coral


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

ATMOSPHERE,

A lonesome dove

feathered white.

The branch strong,

time light.

...no "wait".

A dream.

really blowing a sweet breeze.

...no "wait".

A heart beat sitting in a tree,

spirit like,

...no "wait".

A rhyme.

...of atomosphere.


Details | Narrative | |

"Love"

Love is someting on a daily basis that should always be displayed
A kind word,helping hands are ways it can be conveyed.
Hello there!How are you doing ?Or may I help you please.....
Are all but a few phrases that could be said with ease?

Instead.....its no thank you!I donk care or who are you anyway?
You're just trying to extend a little love and then they blow you away.
That's a nice dress,I like your hair or may I please see your hat?
All you can hear with a cold stare is what you think he looking at.

Our dear Father who lives up above,said to love everyone like your self;
I guess people these days got tired of that and put love back on the shelf.
We need to take it back down ,dust it off and give it another try,
Its not that hard to spread around even if its denied.

I still beleive that love has hope amidst the doom and gloom;
It may get better....I don't know?......before GOD comes,or when man
lives on the moon


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Duck of Guilt

when I was a little boy I ran into a little bit of bad luck
with my new slingshot I mistakenly killed my Nanna's pet duck
I was frightened and so scared that I had a panic attack
and thinking like a child I buried the duck in the back
unbeknownst to me there was a witness to this deed
I had inadvertently given my sister all the ammunition she would need
and for the entire summer she held that duck of guilt over my head
she blackmailed me to do all her chores until the day I was spirit-led
the Holy Spirit came upon me one day and told me to confess of my sins
for that would be the only way to gain control of my life once again
so with a contrite heart I went and told my Nanna what had went down
she laughed and said she wondered how long I would let my sister push me around
she said she saw me that day when I buried the duck in the backyard
and hoped that I would eventually come and tell her of my part
she was very much aware that my sister had held me in a bind
and she prayed that the teachings of the Lord would come to weigh on my mind
It was a lesson in life that I have since come to discover
that there's nothing you can hide that the Holy Spirit will not uncover
there is no thought, no deed nor anything that will remain concealed
that the light of the Lord Our God will not one day reveal
so don't let the duck of guilt be the sword that hangs over you
confess of your sins and simply live to always tell the truth


Details | Free verse | |

Nonsense clatter

Okay, what do I want to write about?
I think I am going to write about nonsense
Lol
It seems to be my favorite topic of all
Why do you want to talk about something else
When you have right here a great subject
To tackle everything on the planet?
Don’t believe me?
I am going to show and prove to you that
What I am saying is the truth
Ready?
Why do you like to spend time with someone?
Is it because you have the hots for them?
No you don’t know, you just do
Bet you don’t even know lol
Why would you spend time online when
You can talk to someone in person?
Do you even know?
Are you really addicted?
Why do you write?
Do you always have to have your way?
What if you don’t?
Do you lose your way?
Do you want the same thing every time?
No?  Are you sure?
The last time I check you said you want it
Lol
Things can get complicated
Are you sure you want to stick around?
Do you see ahead of time? 
How?  my friend, do tell
Do you barbecue?
Would you take a cue from the barber?
Running straight head on to a problem
Didn’t somebody tell you to look first?
Wow did I solve your problem today?
You know better not to take cue from me
When was the last time you did something?
I will let you know when to stop
Lol okay I think I’ll stop for now
See? What did I tell you?


Details | Alliteration | |

BABILONIA

I was born in Babylon
Everyday I want to be alone
I prayed not to get low
Everyday Babylon claim more soul
I just have to go, seek for more show
I grow with no shoes under my foots
Ganger is my food, 
Mosquitoes sing the reggae allover my room 
Webs block my views, killing my crews
What can I do to survive when am buzz

Where is that place to get crazy?
That place you cannot erase,
That camp with more space,
Where you don’t have to get late
That place where you just want to be free from
“Babylon” Babylon” Babylon…I want to be free


If there is a question, it should be about relation
My action will generate your reaction
Is substitution the way to be free from Babylon?
The game is always ON, grow horns like Capricorn
Cut the vegetables; let’s be able to be stable


Details | Free verse | |

Subconscious On My Mind

She visits in my dreams,
A place that I love to go,
For when my body is sleeping;
My subconscious starts to show.

She is not the same as when I’m awake,
She is fierce and unafraid; 
She watches over the pillows,
Where my head is soundly laid. 

She has wings just like an Angel,
Only hers are made of light;
With brilliant rainbow hues,
Enough to shine throughout the night. 

To me she looks much older,
Maybe even wise; 
One look at me and I know,
She can see right through my lies.

For her and I are one,
No hiding from the truth;
She understands that I’m growing,
Developing from my youth. 

She never passes judgment,
For herself would be included;
Her thoughts are always brilliant;
And never convoluted.  
I’m referring to my soul;
Aged throughout my lives.
She gives my words their meanings;
And my body is what she drives.

Inspiring my movements,
And wiping all of my tears;
Her voice is mine but rings through,
My head and out my ears. 

Perhaps it’s her who is writing this,
Giving me the rhyme;
My subconscious and my consciousness;
Working together for all of time. 

Although most won’t understand this,
That it is about a different part of me,
Tonight under the full-moon;
I’m setting my spirit free.

Allowed to dance in the stars,
And run across the sky;
Only to return to our body,
Suppressing her urge to fly. 


Details | Free verse | |

Rapture Party

Rapture Day is a-coming
Or so they say
The litany mind-numbing
Holding no sway
For those a bit hedonistic
Jello shots round
Drop all silly signs mystic
And raise an atheistic sound!


Details | Verse | |

Taking A Magic Carpet Ride

Come one come all hurry do not hide
 I want you to come along on a magic carpet ride
 Cap in hand, sit don't stand
 We'll whisk away to our favorite land
 
Andrea Dietrich sit for a spell
 I will tell you now my magic tale
 Of days of adventure on foreign sands
 Left in wonder to what is at hand
 
Open our imaginations and figure out how to steer
 And then how to fly this rug or buy some beer


Ruth Courtney- Magic Carpet Ride Contest


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Aura

Shades of pine grafted in again resign
Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone
My meadow had a thorn certain credit
The factual harm of its heartless swarm
Featured within in the created design with pine
Eyes sharpened as a willow in garb
The tornado sequence has even the fog alone
Again tempors fly like never before
Blatant lies have come at no surprise
In parts unknown an aura of repute to harm 
Sound the alarm in fetters arm
Choirs of saints in regard to its beckoning drawn
Empire strain inside my brain fragments of cure
The surface of the sun has tainted my vision with harm
Sound the alarm agiain my faithful friend by whom we can depend
Shattered glass on the parchment floor
Aura
An impulse deep in regards to the heart
Shades of pine will line the volume of scattered pillows
A willow in derision you made a final decision
A thought provokoing reason to believe in
Shattered memory's in the moments of innocence with a plight of disbelief
We have soon turned over a brand new leaf
Timeless peaks in a swelll shattered fragments from within
A great design still sublime in its timeless parts the heart
Aura
Jim Morrison had it
Janis Joplin couldn't stop it
Jimi Hendrix sought this quick fix
An unbellievable call being caught in the mix!


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The nonsense continues

I think I will continue to write nonsense
As I said it is my favorite subject
Why do you miss someone when that person is not here?
Do you see him/her?
Are you sure you are in love?
Would you be out of love?
Running with the wind eh?
When are you running without the wind?
Lol
Lost your mind
Let me find it for you
It’s around here somewhere
Just thinking about me?
Why? Would I be that hard?
Running through the danger zone?
Do
Would you know what color are my eyes?
How would you know?
So alive, are you?
When are you not?
Wish you can stop the clock?
Well you can do that right now
Uhhh you feel like you are on top of the world?
Tell me what does it feel like?
Dud duh I am listening to music sorry
It said “what something good can hurt so bad?”
Humm wonder how
It said “wonder who is crying now?”
I wonder too
It said “your love can never die”
Can love die?
Lol anyway, I have too much fun with this
I will stop when I get tired of it
In the mean time you guys have to suffer
I feel for ya
Haha


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THE PERFECT PRAYER

THE PERFECT PRAYER

I was leading the service at church Sunday night.
We were deep in the throes of a spiritual fight.
The preacher was gone, emotions ran high.
My first thought was no, but I knew I must try.

When it came time to pray, I wasn’t prepared.
I was feeling the pressure as everyone stared.
In searching my mind for guiding direction,
my wondering eyes made an easy connection.

He was a principled man who never said much.
Most knew him for his compassionate touch.
Before I could weigh all the risks it involved,
I had asked him to pray, my problem was solved.

He reluctantly agreed with a nervous little smile,
then started in, “God…” and paused for a while.
He struggled intently for words to compose.
As each moment passed, the room-tension rose.

A silent prayer, not what I first had in mind,
but we all had one going for words he could find.
A long awkward silence; I had counted to ten,
when he finally yelled, "Help!" and a quiet, "Amen."

Laughter burst out over what had occurred.
He summed up our anguish with one masterful word.
This spirit-filled man, I had put on the spot,
had patiently waited for the answer he sought.

Our healing began from that heartfelt plead.
When we give it to God, He knows just what we need.
With hope now replacing any thoughts of despair,
I thanked him for praying the perfect prayer.



	The Perfect Prayer was based on a true experience I had at a high-school 
	youth retreat. The scenario was slightly different, the impact was the 
	same. This piece, one of my favorites, has been published in several 
	publications. Sometime, I think, we make prayer too complicated.


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Give me shelter from the pain

In early years of shallow tears proned to ashes

Swift glances harbor chances
As in a sea drifting out on some raft
Shattered glass in swift desolation
A vile degrade of hesitation

Give me shelter from the pain,

In moments of sadness lest I refrain...
The greatness of tragedy & sorrowful intent
The pull in fragmentation & expense
Gone our the days to frolic in the haze

Give me shelter from the pain;

Through a barren tree to strain.
Sending exploits & fragrant
Shattered glass once again
Perhaps its best to hold our breath & count to the number ten?


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Quakers on Pacifism

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war,

Or to refuse to stuff one’s face with meat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore

 

By definition.  It’s not like before.

These things are individual.  We can cheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

 

We cannot break an invisible law.

We rubbed it out, you see.  I should repeat:

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

Some are.  Some aren’t.  There’s nothing we stand for.

We can have bacon, toast or Shredded Wheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war – 

 

To be vegetarian, vegan or

In any way, restrict what one may eat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

This, Friends, is the conclusion we must draw – 

Won’t vote on this; we might just face defeat:

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore. 


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You THINK?

You think you might be in love.

You think he/her might be in love with you.

You think about a lot of things. Do you really know those things?

You think a lot, you worry a lot. 

But do you really HAVE to think or worry about those things?
  Or do you WAN'T to think or worry about those things?

Now that there is something to think about.

 
   

              *please leave a comment if you like it or fav poem if you might*
                                           
                                         -Angel4eva23


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Your creations

God, what do you like to laugh about?
You like to laugh with us or at us?
Or both?
Do you see yourself in us God?
Do you see us trying to fix things?
Things that we know are broken and just can’t be fixed
Have you seen how we love?
We only love ones who can and will love us back
And pay attention when we are paid attention to
What about when we are angry and extremely mad?
We forget that person’s good points and attributions
and throw everything to the wind -say hurtful things
We know you are not a respecter of persons
But we think You are just for us
Special, specific, unique 
All for us
What about when we go the wrong way Lord?
We know that we should not enter
We go there anyway
And you have to deliver us out
God, so many things, situations, happenings
Are you laughing at us? 
Our mistakes and our solutions to them
We try to be the best
Want the best 
But hope for the best
We say one thing but do another
We think we learn
But déjà vu - here we go 
When we would ever do
what we say we do?
When we would ever say exactly what we mean?
God I hope you are having fun
Trying to mend us
Picking us up
Because we will do it over and over God 
We just don’t learn


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Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


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NOT MY little JOY

    NOT MY LITTLE JOY

Everyone who knows knows it shouldn’t have gone this way
A friend I’ve had for eons knows this isn’t the way it should be
That such a threat be handed unto me
My ex-wife Peggy will say the same
That such a strengthened opponent would summon my name
Just three quicksilver years out of high school
Thought I was cruel because those guys seemed cool
Only to be confronted and finally tormented by  such a gory ghoul
Without  question my parents would tell you “not my boy
Not my boy who blessed this earth with his birth
And oh how cute at only ten days old he could get up on one knee
Things like this don’t happen to him, my husband or me”

And they would say those exact same words only maybe paraphrased a bit
I feel like yelling loud enough for people for miles around to hear me scream “Holy S**t
This isn’t fair and I can’t bear the thought of such a callous end
After my doing things an honest man could never defend 
Looking back at the people a hurt badly enough for blood to run
And every single act of selfishness I have ever done
So now, as my every dream, plan and prayer fades
Maybe it’s righteously right that I would contact aids
    © 2011.… Phreepoetree



“


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Sin

Anguish taunts through a barbed wire fence with edged grasp

Actions in which human beings rebel against a holy God
Miss their purpose for their lives
Surrender to the prince of the power of the air more then God
Cause  all of their deeds were evil!

Shattered
An eclipse of the sun had tainted my inner vision
Push back the pain with radiant guide
Does this notion in thought come at any big surprise?

Weak willed tyrants from the flood of dispinsation
Shattered fragments loosed in gloom climatic abrasion
Parts unknown from the setting of the sun
Sin

Leading gullible women captive under the false cloak of compromise
Abortion on demand
When will they ever understand?

Blood shed in our streets
Evil tyrants from elected officials overly prideful taunt & pull!
We each our responsible for our actions before a holy God
Sin!


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Banana

Banana me banana you
that make banana two 
what a pair of bananas we are 
this pair of bananas will go far 


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God

God ! you call yourself god !
If you wanna play god and call yourself god
That’s your business
But you’re no god to us mister !


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Beleif

Beleif

There spelt some say so badly
acceptance taken sadly

or maybe not !

Why should accuracy matter
writing talking of delusion
just compounding fault !


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Blessed

How blessed I am that you are in my life
Not a day goes by when I do not think of you
You make everything alright
To you I do not have to prove myself
For you know me
I love you

How blessed I am that you are in my life
How honoured I am to be a part of yours
Memories made and shared
With you the one I love
My friend, my lover, my queen
'Til the end


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Run the Extra Mile

It was an awesome therapy session today
I got a kick outtah your clever puns – you always make me smile
You made my day, good sir – you definitely made my day
I gottah run and finish some tasks– you always motivate me to run the extra mile 

You are so sincere and sympathetic…
You are reliable and I am kindah pathetic… 
Our conversations are absolutely therapeutic 
You are compassionate and openhearted…
On the other hand, I am irresponsible and complicated  

It was a somewhat stressful day, but at least I finished my test 
I must admit – you made me laugh and made me feel a lot better than before
You brighten up my day, man! – You always encourage me to try my best
I gottah type up a poem or two – you always listen to me…you give me options and more


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Repent

We sleep deep with eyes reflecting sudden drag in turmoil

We lament then run full circles in distant fantasy parked by its brevity
In sleepless nights frozen conclave we insist that we get our way;
Shapes of frightened cold unleashed sway;
Colors flourishing in ambiance tempered in modest excursion

A sworn agreeable text to lament in hot regard to its pierced claim

Repent
~

Shattered glass on its myraid surface with plot;
Sadness in hearts that swell in its loosened conclave of ivy dew
Drops of loom loose filled the room faltered glow
Repent!

For the kingdom of God is at hand!

Through a choiced drama

Through a blaze of glory an almost different story!


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SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


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GIVE ME MORE

I laid it down beside me
just an hour ago.
It seems I must have lost it,
or dropped it on the floor.

Why does it seem so hard
to keep it in my grasp?
I never seem to find it, where
I thought I used it last.

Now, where was it on Tuesday?
I NEVER seem to know!
The thought of it just comes to me
right when I want it most.

I needed it last weekend
but my daughter came too late.
I wanted her to see it
when my grandson came to play.

My friend around the corner
always has hers when
the time comes she must use it. 
I think she must have ten!

The pastor’s wife found hers one day,
just in the nick of time.
She always has it with her now.
“O’ Lord, where’d I put mine?”

I’ve looked inside the breadbox
and underneath my bed.
It wasn’t in the basement, now
My face is turning RED!!

“O’ Lord, I’m tired and flustered,
back where I’ve been before.
I’ve lost MY PATIENCE once again.
Oh Please, just give me more”!


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Illegitimi non Carborundum

Illegitimi non carborundum ;-)


...Staggering, my vision cloudy,


I fall to the hard ground.


when life’s sharp left-jab leaves my face bloody,


and all that surrounds me, is the desolation of loss I feel all around.



I see myself slipping,

down the abyss to where nothingness exists,


still, I cling on, groping for a foothold,

for my will to stay persists.



I clamber up, I stand my ground, though battered and bruised I may be,


my curtain is not falling yet, I have some fight still left in me.



It is then, in the pit of despair, when all seems bleak and painful and dull,


I summon the strength from deep within,


I rise, slowly, to face the day,


I refuse to sink,

to wallow, to surrender, to throw in the towel,


to drown,


for I am stronger now,


indeed I am, after all the years, and all the battles,


I stand, bruised and bloody,


still,


I stand,


I refuse, to sink, to drown,


for they can try, to punish me some more,


but I shall not allow them to grind me down…


;-)


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Cave Man

                    '" CAVE'"    =(:-)'s>>>
            --------#------#------&.....
We weren't married
  By a Pastor at Church
In-stead we were married
       In a Cave
Yes, we took our vowel's
     By me dragging
Her by her hair
   Dragging her home
           To the Cave
Like a Slave
      ------
The same Cave that we
          Bared our Cave Children
    The same Cave
The one with-out the Den
      ------
He promised to build a bigger house
But, he has been saying that....
            Since I don't know when...
      ------
But, the Cave Woman
      She loved her kitchen's nitch
That is where she cook the game
She would say...do you want it salt?
           Or plain....
      ------
Fore it took so much to cook a meal
It depend on what Cave Man father could
Either kill or steal...
      ------
He left this morning
To get him a snack
It was either a giant turtle
Or a brontosaurs
       ------
But dinner would attack'
      ------
Today, the equivalent of an BIG MAC.
      ------
But, never the least
The Big Mac did attack'
He knew with-out stake sauce
Or butter, that He would never
Get back
      ------
There is no telling how Cave Mother might...
 Act....or react!
      -----
Who ever knew how long it would take
If I could catch him
Would he taste just like stake...
Or a Slim Jim..    
  ------
We lowered it home
Took him to the house'
Either it would be him
Or would have to settle
For Mouse.
      ------
We lowered it home'
And took him last evening'
We saved the mouse...
      ------
We lowered it home
And took him in-to the house
We ate him last evening
We saved the mouse....
      ------
That Cave Woman did what
She could, fore she had four
Cave Children....
Their chances' of starving were
Good....God willing.....
      ------
That is a fact of life that was
Really understood..
      ------
She started a fire
With a stick and a rock
She put then together
      ------
The fire was hot
That brontoburgar surely
Hit the spot...
     ------
They ate what they could
And saved the rest for later
They had no refrigerator
      ------
So, they gave the rest to
The family who sat at the table
Who would eat it much later


************SEE CAVE MAN 11********
                        To be continued...




















































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Make You laugh -part 4

God, why do you like to be in control?
Why do we keep making mistakes and you keep correcting them?
Aren’t you ever tired?
Do we ask you too much?
Have you ever put anything off?
Do you always know what to do? 
Is everything easy for you?
Why are you not a respecter of persons?
Okay, God, I have asked You way too much
It is time for me to talk to you normally
God, what did you do yesterday?
Can’t do that 
Here I am asking you again
Okay where have you been lately? 
What places have you been to?
What – I can’t say anything without asking You
What is the deal? 
God, do you like staying here with us? 
And help us?
God, You are the greatest Father anyone can have
And you would do anything for us
Love you so much God
Glad you never leave
Thank you Father
Love you, your daughter Toquyen


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BE STILL

The angst that fills my seeking heart,
Revealed to me a missing part.
More to life there has to be,
More that is evading me.

I’m looking for the perfect way
But it has slipped by me today.
Novels read gave not the right
Answer that I need tonight.

Nor in the airwaves, did I hear
Any revelations clear.
Not in a stream or bubbling brook,
It must be where I failed to look.

Among the traffic, I’ve not found
Worthy words that are profound.
Pay-per-view gave no reply
Leaving me to wonder why.

The stress of what I’m going through
Prevents my knowing what to do.
More to life there has to be,
More that is evading me.

I’ve looked beyond and far below,
Finding only what I know.
The angst remains with me, no doubt.
Resolution, alas, gives out!

Exhausted by my busy quest,
This hopeless heart decides to rest.
When, in my silent spirit heard
A soothing, but prophetic, word.

The sound was slight, a stealthy sleuth
Whispered, “John, Eight Thirty Two.
And once you see the perfect WAY,
Read Forty Six Ten, in Psalm today!”


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Still have no answer

My twiddling thumbs or is it fingers?
Who knows?
Why do you have the answer for everything?
Because if you don't you are in deep "s"
Lol
Why do we yell when we are satisfied?
Because if we don't we are going to explode
Try to contain the guys on game days and see what happens
Why do things only have one way?
Because it can't think for itself
Haha
Try to tell that to a woman
It's a no no
Because we have many ways
And they are all right lol
But with men there is only one way "go"
Haha
Try to balance?
Forget it
Things will never be balanced
Whether it's your check book
Or your over the top hormones
It's going to be out of balance
And that is for sure
So you enjoy this? 
I am going to call it
Gonna go to bed
God can wait
Haha


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Green and Blue

Fish swam in blue waves of cotton candy
Carless gulps of salty ocean
Tails whipping through chocolate sea
Sweet as a rice crispy treat
Mindless beauties beneath the land
Squishy scales under quick sand
While dinosaurs chant for reincarnation
Butterflies flutter in several mazes
Carrying souls from eras beneath to
Timeless eras above to retreat


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The Blessing for My Book

As my job and health failed me... I dreamed to someday put together a 
book of poetry and this will be the blessing it will begin with...

As I sit here weaving my poetry
Into the semblance of a book…
I find that I must ask Gods’ blessing…
For the journey, that together we have took.

I find I must bow my head in thought…
Over this book that together we have wrought
As my hands clasp oh so reverently and earnestly over my heart…
As I believe his help brought the words together that I sought.

And God set the journey that shaped what now before you begins…
He helped me find the words that reached through my heart to my pen.
I pray the poems will be worthy of what he showed me as my life’s art.
And upon this book I honestly pray that his blessing he will impart. 






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Veer right

So you think you are ready for anything?
Sure?  No?
Thought so
From whom do you get your talents?
Future thinker, are you not?
So how can it be from your parents lol?
Give credit where credit is due
From where are you coming from?
Not from the womb!
From heaven 
Lighten up
You are ruffled
lol
Grrrr
Grrrr 
Far truth
Far fetched
Really?
Has anyone ever called you an angel?
Cmon
Dedicated you to the Lord
Gee
Hmm
Yup
Case closed
Beam me up, Scotty
Haha


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Can I make an appointment with you

Dear Lord, I’d love to meet you. I’ll just check my diary now
To see when it’s convenient, so I can squeeze you in somehow.
Oh dear, it seems on Monday night I won’t be free.
I’ve made a new acquaintance, who has invited me for tea.
On Tuesday, I’ll be at the hairdressers fixing a new style.
So I’m afraid that day won’t do, ‘cause my hair might take a while.
I can pencil you in on Wednesday between twelve and one.
But I’m conscious that my meeting may go on and on and on.
Ah, Thursday might be better, but it’s very, very tight.
I’ll be preparing a meal for friends coming over that night.
Friday is not looking good; I’ve a report that needs completing
And after that, I apologise, I’ve booked another meeting.
Saturday is family day; and we have so many things planned.
You know how family is important; I’m sure you’ll understand.
Since I’m going to church on Sunday, I’m sure I’ll meet you there.
I guess we can catch up between the worship and the prayer.
But right now Lord, I’ve got to dash, I have no time to speak.
So hopefully we’ll rearrange and attempt to meet next week!

©E.E.Ogbeta


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Happy Mother's Day

It is on this day that I must admire
Thinking back to the days when your “tough love” seemed to never tire
    And the thought of a shoe still sends chills up and down my spine
Oh wonderful woman, this mother of mine

With footwear in hand and compelling suggestions to see your way
It is not difficult to understand the knowledge of life that I have today
But to only remember the fear of these two 
One, the Good Lord Almighty and the other “the shoe” 

Remembering well all of the stories I told
Then fearfully watching your wrath unfold
The punishment of “the shoe” was well deserved
And how your abundant love was well reserved 

Remembering all of our “one-sided discussions”
Some resulting at the cost of a mild concussion
Dear mother, it is with confidence I can say
The love of my mother I would never change in any way

My mother dearest filled with love galore
It is the love you have for all I do adore
For it is the Fear of God and the Love of The Lord I remember most
And on this day it is my dearest mother I do boast     


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Merry Christmas to All

Though we all do celebrate birthdays,
the best birthday,
falls on the twenty fifth of December,
as on this day,
our Lord,
Jesus Christ had been born,
the day is considered indeed great,
as the Son of God,
had come into this world,
and had left us by forgiving our sins,
the day begins,
by people of all castes visiting various Churches,
and offering their prayers to the Lord in here,
on this day,
the day is celebrated with a lot of passion,
and fervour,
wherein we also get to wine and dance, 
and be merry all the while,
the kids are quite happy,
as on this day,
they receive lovely gifts,
for been good kids, 
from a very special man, 
known as Santa Claus
by acting as a postman, 
but differs in style and in his way,
by delivering the gifts in advance,
as he does know that,
there is no use in relying with the snail mail,
and the kids would indeed be sad,
if they don’t get their presents in time,
whereby he does not take the usual route,
but always takes the wrong one,
by entering through the chimneys
or through the fireholes, 
how he does it,
we have no idea,
inspite of been fat,
his favourite are the cookies indeed,
wherein he seeks an easier way to get into the houses of the kids,
here’s a message,
he leaves for you all,
wishing you all a Merry Christmas!!

Dt:-21st November, 2012, Name :- Manu Nair


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Torture Within

There is a dividing line between the chasm fault

Some are eager & content to appear righteous yet
They are only fooling themselves through a dance
One in twain marked on its blotted page yet fully intact
Working too hard can give anyone a heart attack

Lines have been drawn in the sand
When will we ever understand?
The visible from the invisible yet now were caught in the middle
Some our eager and content in playin second fiddle?

Clearer heads have prevailed yet

There is still known torture from within my friend
One will take the time out to listen
A sign of grace spread out upon a peyton place
Circumstances all for second glances?

Yet the heart from within will surface again 

Fought back the tears with a smile still to know all the great while
A pen on a paper a stereo to caper
Me & Eric b & a nice cool plate of fish
Sorry to have missed its waiting bliss

In agony we will begin to see
A misfortune to a heightened reality as a key
Soaring ever higher then ever before reaching great heights
Shattered fragments on the pavement floor 

Some are eager & caught in vice
perhaps another chance or a roll of the dice?


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Mien Kampf

Starring Tonight 


What a superb line-up for you tonight ladies and gentlemen
for your entertainment and delectation 

Here is kind old Adolph with Mien Kampf
monsieur Adam Smith presents The Wealth of Nations

L Ron Hubbard Dianetics The modern science of mental health
bearded the wise Karl Marx presents Das Capital

Another beard! Yes it’s old favourite God with the Bible Old and New
Jesus what such there a promise - lets go !
and here we go! The Lovely Mohammed with the Koran
No act to follow   !

Enjoy!


Details | Classicism | |

what is family

Blood doesn't always make you family to me its loyalty and respect if I need you right beside me is where you'll be To me blood is not a big deal,To me it matters whos real and whos around when im up or when i fallen to the ground thats how i feel for me always ready to chill and for me will kill the people who always been there before and are here still


Details | Free verse | |

The why questions

Why does the chicken cross the road? 
Because it's afraid it'll be eaten
Why does Santa wear red? 
So he and Rudolph can be a team
Why do women like to be heard?
Because we are competing with so many things 
Why do men like cowboys?
Because they are the only cowboys
Ya ya
Why do I like you? 
Because I haven't figured it out yet
Lol
Watch it when I do
Haha
Why does the sun let the moon shine?
Because it knows better
Better be
I'll turn my attention back to you now
Why do you think I care? 
I couldn't care less for all you know
Why do you think the way you do?
Ahh, that - I don't have the answer to
But I'll find out
In the mean time don't hold your breath
Because I am out for dinner
Haha


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Funnies on the Soup

I want to write a poem about funny
Why does when someone say “your ass is mine”
You found it so funny
Is it because you know you can’t have it
And you want it
Lol
You know when someone said “someone has run off with a fireman”
You found it so funny
Is it because it’s so outrageous?
Yeah I can see that fireman with a hat on -hand in hand with someone
Walking out after putting out the fire
Very nice
And oh yeah and someone said “the fireman has freed you by taking your cheating wife”
As if you were burdened by a wife
Maybe you were
In that case – my sympathy
Why does someone say “the dead man whom I kissed”?
Ugghh yuk
Kissing the dead –no thanks
Lol can’t pay me enough
And someone said “making love to Jennifer Aston”
You know they are dreaming
Haha I found it too funny
Everything sometimes
Well you guys ‘d better watch out
As I will make a fun out of you


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Make You laugh -part 3

God, I can always talk to you
And I love it
Do you ever find yourself falling asleep when we talk to you?
Do you ever feel remorse?
How can you do everything at once?
Why do you like to be everyone’s source?
How do you always have your own way?
Can you do everything?
Why don’t you let everyone in on what you are doing? 
You are too funny God
I have to laugh
God do you know you are number one?
And no one is like You
No one can do things like you do
And everyone thinks You are the best
Do you dream God?
How can You want something and it will be done?
How do you know which ways to best communicate to people?
Do you ever stop trying?
God you never stop trying
And we thank you God
And you always make right
Everything
God why are you so good? 
And we love you so much
You are awesome God
Now back to my questions
Why do you insist that people put You first?
Have you ever not finished what you started?
Which way is your way?
I think I will stop for now
I will talk to you tomorrow
Love you 
Your daughter, Toquyen


Details | Pastoral | |

Trivial Question IV




*****Can you honestly answer this one question..*******

If "God" were to be a passenger in your car
How many driver's would their be?

Answer: It depends on whether your car has two wheel's or one!

                                    GF




******Question of the day....++++

How do you keep a Poetry Soup Poet or anybody else in suspense?

Answer: To be continued.....Ha! Ha!. He,He...luv. luv------


Details | Ballad | |

"Michelle & Mookey"

Mookey and Michelle were lovers                           
Oh, how they could love                              
they were faithful until something went wrong                                                             
he loved her, but something is wrong                        

Michelle Is a good wife to him                               
that’s what he said                                                    
spent 50 dollars to by her man a picture                          
he loved her, but something is wrong	           

Michelle called his cousin                               
Just to see if he was there                                             .
said: brother-in-law,Has my baby been here?                                           
he loved her, but something is wrong                    

“you are a good wife and I don’t lie,                            
I won’t lie to you,he stayed with some girl he left this morning  
the gal is Tiffany Jones                                                 
he loved her, but something is wrong

Michelle went down to the bar                                     
Didn’t go to drink                                                         
underneath her shirt she carried a nine-milli gun                                           
he loved her, but something is wrong                           

Michelle looked over the car to see if he was there                                                    
there was Mookey on the stool holding Tiffany’s hand                                                 
he loved her, but something is wrong

Michelle stooped down beside the car   
Pop ,pop ,pop ,pop four shot let out
Right through the door
he loved her, but something is wrong

The first two hit Mookey
She heard him yell out in pain
The third one hit Tiffany in the leg
There were two new faces in hell
he loved her, but something is wrong
                               
“Oh, it hurt, he yell
His left side was bleeding 
Her left leg bleeding
he loved her, but something is wrong

Michelle looked out the jailhouse
To see the beautiful life.
She could see the birds flying, she could hear them sing
he loved her, but something is wrong

Michelle said to the sheriff, “What is my punishment? ”
Sheriff said, “Michelle,It’s the electric chair for you”
he loved her, but something is wrong

This story is crazy but true,that shows that it is true
When people say men ain’t no good
he loved her, but something is wrong


Details | Free verse | |

THE TRUE KING OF THE RING

I had a dream I was in a ring,being boxed around by angels wings.
This went on a many times,then it stopped by a beautiful chime.
A sudden great force ushered me to my corner,where I took a minute to sit.
Then once again the chime began and back out I went to get hit.
I was being hit by a flurrryy of wings,when I found myself going down.
When there he was in the middle of the ring,a bearded man in a long white gown.
He counted me out 1,2,3, up to 8,9,10, then told me to rise and kneel before him
and welcomed me to Heaven.


Details | Limerick | |

The End

For infidels it’s a rebuke
Iran will soon launch a great nuke
Allah seeks rapture
With missiles that capture
The gospel according to Luke


Details | I do not know? | |

What should I do

I could cry or let the world get me down
But that would let it win I am to strong for that
I think I will go into town
And get a new hat

Or maybe I should write a pome or sonnet
On life and love
Make it funny heart felt or about a dog in a bonnet
Maybe some gray doves

It really is not important what I do
Or how I spend my day
As long as I don't let it make me blue
I know it will all be Okay

I can sing write or just watch tv
As long as I have hope it will be fine
And your here with me
Maybe I should drop some old friends a line

I really could do just about anything
Cause today I have faith in the world
I can do everything
I am a girl


Details | Free verse | |

lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


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Song excerpts' nonsense

I want to know where love is".  Where have you been looking?
"Love will turn you around".  How do you know?
"You want twice, three times ah lady".  Wow, I want that many lol.
"I remember how you love me".  You'd better haha.
"Baby, I want you".  How much do you want me? lol
"Hey, you got to hide your love away".  Why?  You got to?
"You are everything and everything is you".  Lol, really?
"I never dream that I need somebody like you".  Do you dream of anything else? haha
"When I need you, just close my eyes then I am with you".  Okay okay I have too much of this
I think I will stop for now.  All these dreamy songs are putting me to sleep. Good night.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Fortune Cookie

                    The fortune cookie with it's lovely shape
                     the fortune cookie I  think smells great.
                     I don't like to eat them though it's the 
                     fortune inside I like the most and, the
                     last one I got  said it best, 
                    "I show you doubt to prove that faith exist"

                     Not quite a fortune but, a 
                     message from that man,
                     that God of ours isn't he grand?
                     That was his answer to the questions
                     I had been asking, his sense of humor
                     keeps me laughing.


Details | I do not know? | |

Did You Know Love Was In An Accident

Did you know, Love was in an accident?

What! When? Where? Wow!  My, my. Tell me it’s a lie.
Can we pause for a moment of silence, focusing on love? Hold on there, love not gone. It’s real, but love wasn’t killed.

When did it happen? It was yesterday evening, I’m believing. It happen, when love was leaving. Everything seem peaceful, it was a lovely day, so they say.

Where was love? In a quite restaurant enjoying a delicious meal. And in came the unreal.  Love was taken by surprise; no one thought love would survive.

Wow!  All were speechless, love seem so powerless. As if someone had stolen all the joy. I am telling you what I know, but I suppose there is more.

I had warned love to be very careful. Always check out your company.  Don’t be in a hurry; look in all directions before proceeding, and definitely no speeding.

Poor love.  Made an illegal turn, and ran head on into trouble. Had a concussion and saw double. Forgot the basic rules of the game; avoid some situations, its okay to be ashame.

I believe love will learn to yield the right of way, on the next given day. It really didn’t have to be this way.

Innocent bystanders saw what happen to love. They said a few kind words while looking above. Someone dialed 1-800-Broken-Heart. It didn’t take long, the crew arrived and love was still alive.

Love is in therapy and recovering from love-gitis. They said it could have been worst; thank God there was no Funeral Hurst.

Sometimes our hearts get the best of us, especially in tender moments, warm occasions and special situations.

Thank you love, live long and always remember, sometimes things go wrong.
Have A Lovely Day…
Dr. “G”


Details | Free verse | |

The Inner Struggle

Some our very eager perplexed swept within

Underneathe the belly of the beast
A needed flower to grow amidst the rise of yeast
Within sullen fragmented dreams & truth
One may even negate that inner truth for a lie?

That inner struggle within/

To remain attached to the vine sublime

We are more then qualified for its great design
To calm the nerves from within
We look to man yet find no hold
We look toward self thus grafted in again onto the rights are sold

We then read books based on logic & get trapped within
~

For some, 
It's inner struggle is what we all must seek to face
Within loose debris in decayed formation
Yet some its inner struggle is a way of escape?

Proned toward evident inhillation embraced with its surfaced Peyton Place;

The inner struggle from within
Fought back the heavy tears with a smile
Still to know all the great while
A hand to hold a loving kiss embraced

For this is the thought provoking struggle we enivatably all must face?

The inner struggle.


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Funnies on this fine Sunday afternoon

I want to write a funny poem to wake everyone up 
From this Sunday grogginess
Why do you feel so lazy on Sunday?
Because it’s a rest day you fool
Why do you run like a bat out of hell from your job on Friday?
It’s because you’ve been cooped up in there like they own you
Why do you sing when there is no one listening?
Because you are afraid they would really see you in a different light
Ohh such a fool you are
You like to make fun of yourself 
But you are too afraid of what people may think
Oh well, what the heck
People already know what a fool you are 
So it wouldn’t hurt my friend
Go ahead you have my permission
What hurt can it do?
Except your silly pride
And didn’t the Bible say
“When pride comes, then comes disgrace”? (Proverb 11:2)
See now you have God’s permission, lol


Details | Rhyme | |

The Open Window

I’m already ahead and stirring before that fiery Sunrise appears every single morning.
I'm quickly catching up to my own waiting for the breaking of this phenomenal day.
My coffee will be in my hand right when my thoughts once again start freshly forming!
Ah, I’m feeling alive inside and I think I’ll just stay right here for each second of today.

I glide through my house to stream Sunlight in by pulling every single window shade up,
I toast this day pouring my fresh hot brew straight into my scuffed up old-timers tin cup.
It’s the open window where I see my birds on my oak tree branches singing and playing, 
I just stand at the open window licking early morning honeydew from my lips and I say,
Now this is the most outstanding way to start any God given day with this superb array!

There are just so many smelly buttercups blooming out for me to pluck them up to sup!
I’m smiling whistling and getting enthusiastic about allowing myself to get carried away,
Because I hear my happy little birdies singing their hearts out to me and they’re in tune!

Let us in! Let us in! They twitter their tweets with chirps, 
Let us in and we will sing all day long just to be near you.
Laughing and giggling at my birdies I am just tickled pink,

No way Jose!
I can’t sing! 
My silly, silly little birdies, 
Y’all know my singing stinks.

My buzzing bumbling bee hummers away driving at the winds to boot,
I holler and holler for that goofy buzzer until I’m just not giving a hoot.
So I lift my tin cup up and in my air I toast to a genuine wholeness today,

By the open window I whisper to my eternally inspirational four winds of heaven, 
Forever you may live insde my breaths majestically just as my infallible Sunrays!

® Registered: Ann Rich  2005


Details | Fibonacci | |

Prepared Fish

.
The 
God
One True
God, God of
Heaven and Earth made
And prepared a great fish to eat
Swallow Jonah whole, undigested..sick..fish threw-up
Jonah on the shore bleached white stinking to high heaven, ran preached three days 
revival


Details | Rhyme | |

In All Things Give Thanks


"In All Things Give Thanks"

It's 5 A.M. another day.
That clock!   It didn't ring!
Slow as I am    what can I say... 
My behind's in a sling!

I've got to hurry! Where's my Keys!
The water's COLD!! Good Grief!
No toilet paper...Where's my Keys!
Run in my hose...Good Grief!

The toast burning...Where's my Keys!
"Yes Sir, I'm on my way."
Well, true if I could find my keys...
What's in this coffee--Hey!!

Who would have thought...I found my Keys!
Oh no! You've got to start.
Oh, come on baby. Pretty please...
Yes! Now! Off to Wal-Mart!

Cain't show with a run in my hose.
Oops! I better slow down...
Doin' 20 over...on the nose.
Now what! Just move around!

This isn't Sunday don't you know!
Come on! Get off the road!
You gonna drive or watch a show!
Where's your card you old toad?!

Get the ...well now  that's more like it.
I'm just gonna be late.
Thought I's gonna have to hike it...
Could have been there at this rate! 

What's all those flashing lights ahead?
          'A multiple car crash...
          Said, sev'ral people may be dead'...
Everywhere    there was trash.

It's 9 A.M. this very same day.
That clock...it didn't ring...
          Or I'd be up there--dead--I'd say...
Had not Angles 'fixed' things.

--Deborah Burch


 For Gail's "Touched By An Angel Contest"
 Form:Rhyme
 3/30/2011

*note: "be greatful in all things and in all things give thanks" ...even in delays, missing keys, runs in hose, cold water, slow drivers, missing shoes, slow children, lol...there is a reason for all things...all things have a purpose...that forgotten purchace of toilet paper at the store two days before just happened to run out on this particular morning...lol...big huggsss,love~deb...enjoy


Details | Senryu | |

massive cable bridge

massive cable bridge supports cars huge trucks each day... last inspection when


Details | I do not know? | |

A long line of scallywags

I love my son he's always chipper
he's my scallywag and I'm the skipper
and the apple does'nt fall far from the tree
he's menatly challenged just like me!

and even though his dad's a zero
"hey dad your my hero!"
having fun is all he's wishing
"hey dad ya wanna go fishin?"

lost the house a home we have not
"hey dad looky what I caught!"
no business financal ruin we sank
"aww dad you can have my piggy bank"

rich kids need toys to have fun
"love you dad!" "love you son!"
think no toys would make him sad?
such a good boy "your the best dad!"

now I know I won't always live forever
"hey dad we always be together?"
"no worries son just stay chipper
you'll have your own scallywag and you'll be the skipper!"

by Captain Mike Harris and his son


Details | Limerick | |

money is not the god that I serve

money is not the god that I serve
for faith in the Lord God is not graded on the curve
God is not concerned with man's window dressings
and He doesn't give a damn about what the world finds impressing
just  trust in Him and he will give you an abundance of blessings
and your soul He will preserve

money is not the god that I desire
for Father God will give me all that I will require
He looks into the minds and hearts of every man
He wants us to live by the spirit of His commands
and once you  become a part of His master plan
the Holy Spirit  you will then acquire

money is not the god that I need to develop a relationship
for only through Jesus Christ will I have passage on that heaven-bound ship
and with only a mustard seed of faith
I will be entering through God's pearly gates
and so joyful that I can hardly wait
for my soul will have had such a great trip


Details | Personification | |

Don't Grab the Steering Wheel While God Is Driving

don't grab the steering wheel while God is driving the car
just put your trust in Him that you will travel very far
we have a tendency to pray on things but of them we won't let go
we keep worrying about the problems and won't let God run the show
instead of looking at the Lord we keep looking at the load
we need to keep our eyes on God and not on the road
so don't grab the steering wheel while God is in the driver's seat
just be prepared to remain a passenger until the journey is complete

there's no person too insignificant and there's no problem that's too great
God's always on time, He's seldom early but He never arrives late
so just sit back and enjoy the road trip that is your life
and place all in the hands of your mechanic Jesus the Christ
don't worry if you get a flat Father God has a spare in the back
and don't worry if you run out of gas the Holy Ghost has a full spiritual flask
and don't fret if you happen to a make a wrong turn
just consider it a lesson in life that you've learned

don't grab the steering wheel while God is driving the SUV
just make sure you have on your seat belt for the road of life tends to be bumpy
you won't need a navigational system nor a GPS
just trust in God to steer you safely through all of your mess
don't worry about the insurance and you've already passed inspection
just don't try to be a back seat driver and give God any directions
the road of life may twist and turn down some valleys and over some dales
but as long as you stay prayerful you might miss that exit going to hell
and if you get stuck in traffic there's no need to feel overwhelmed
be anxious over nothing remember God is at the helm

so hand over the keys to your life and let God take the wheel
and believe He will guide you towards those eternal Elysian Fields
so don't grab the steering wheel while Father God is driving the van
He'll get you to your final destination according to His master plans


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Shades Of Grey

                                                                        Shades Of Grey

A peril of sort left my job moved up North

In islands in the stream some apparent evil scheme
Shades of grey by its means something don't actually turn out to what they mean
Shades of grey silver smile walk the old river Nile
A plate of fries evil pass getting to know the midnight pass

Shades of grey all torn up inside we will hide
Souts of joy then applause some may insist on it being a lost cause
Sadly we put up with the chill running down the spine evil swine
In deepened peril outside twilight Christmas Carol

Shades of grey how they swoon to its nightly visible tune.


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Dying Dreams

The young dream their dreams away at night

Hoping they come true

A doctor,policemen,veterinarian and other dreams are developed by the young

Too naive to understand the ways of the world

Determined as ever to achieve their dreams

The old regret the dreams they could never accomplish

They had dreams but unknowingly never came true

You go from living a world full of dreams

To living the reality that is life

Why do we let our dreams die

We were so excited as young kids

At the foot step of our dreams

Were we haunted by the mountain we had to climb

To make our dreams come true

Did we simply quit

Because of society’s pressure

Did money deter our dreams away while we slept at night

Did we let doubt creepy into our hearts

Silently killing all of our dreams without realizing it

Why do dreams die so quickly

When we spent years of our youth

Hoping that we could get an opportunity

To make them come true

Dream big, chase your dreams and never let them die


Details | Free verse | |

Make You laugh -part 2

Hi, it’s me again
God, why do you always have to have your way?
How tall are you God?
Are you always correct?
Do you say no?
God you are so good 
I just have to take a break 
And glorify you
You never say no to us
Thank you Lord
Thank you Father
Do you have a girlfriend?
How many fingers and toes do you have?
Do you fly?
Do you drive?
How come no one knows what you look like?
Do you tell the truth always?
Do you err?
Do you keep secrets?
Do you take side?
When did you realize?
Who are your siblings?
What do you do?
God I think I will stop for now
Love you 
Your daughter, Toquyen


Details | Limerick | |

Quick Thinking

There once was a reverend named Frost,
Who Satan wanted no matter the cost,
A soul I'll wager you,
For all things I can do,
I agree, said the reverend, get lost.


Details | Free verse | |

Have a great weekend

A funny do is a funny don't
Don't believe me?
Say I tell you "do talk nonsense"
It means you make no sense
So don't
If I tell you "do cheer up"
You will be so perked up
So you don't do it any more
Lol believe me yet?
No?
If I tell you "do do it"
You are going to think I order you
So you don't do it
Psychology my friend
Ahh what do I know?
Hey nobody is going to feel down okay?
Because it is weekend
Starting right now
You can leave the work load behind
Don't take home with you
It can be alone for a few days
No point of having it impeded on your weekend
This time is yours
Still feeling down? 
Just think somebody thinks you're wonderful
I wonder who
Me you fool
Anyhow try to have a cheery weekend
And I will talk to you later


Details | Free verse | |

The Ladies of the Temple

Each Sunday you find them at every church at least one in every pew
The ladies of the temple where visits from God are few
They enter in dressed to the nines their flashy clothes are worn
And beneath each painted face you find a heart that’s cold and scorned
Make sure you never cross them for there is hell to pay
If the ladies of temple have a bone to pick your way

The stories that so many tell about problems that arise 
When revenge is sought and payments brought can offer ones demise
Don’t let their sweet words fool you for the meaning behind the voice
Will bring a victim to their knees in prayer before the Lord
I say this now to warn each one for I was once in twine
The curse brought down upon my head outweighed the great divine

To all out there who know too well heed the warning in these words
Please do not mess with ladies dressed to kill now you are warned
Each out for blood each out to hurt every living soul of man
I say this from a compassionate view take heed these words have said
For hell it hath no fury making Satan’s life look simple
A mistake I made when I failed to praise the ladies of the temple


Details | Rhyme | |

Spring Brings Peace

Give me a season....give me a reason...to start anew
It's gonna be autumn soon and the leaves are dropping like dew
Give me a season...give me a reason...to change color
I bet I'd be the color blue....Ohoohooooh... But I'm just a blur
Give me a stairway...teach me the baby steps...to start anew
It's gonna be a tornado...pretty soon and the wind is blowing so true
Hold my hand...hold it tight...give me your trust...give me a sign of contentment
I bet you're the color yellow...like the burning sun....ohoohoooooh...we'll set up a tent

We'll be together at last...the ocean won't separate us...ohoohoooooh no!
We'll be partners at task....the mountains won't make us give up...ooh ooh no!
We'll be together all the time!
We'll be together...no matter what time...
What season...what day...what hour
We both got the power
And we won't cower!
We will blossom up like a flower
And we will be as vigilant as a tower! 

I'll change the season to spring time
Just for you...just for you...
I'll obliterate the darkness and destruction...I'll wipe off the grime
From your hand...from your hand
Our friendship will never cease
And we'll create peace...
Peace in mind
Peace that you'll find
In the Spring time
There is a time
For peace, love and hope
I'll do what you wish and never say "nope!"
Because we'll be working together
And we will conquer!
And we will be stronger!

And we'll create peace...
in due time...we'll have peace in mind
Peace that we'll find
In the Springtime


Details | Rhyme | |

Meditation

Let heavens light enrapture me, Protect me from the evil that I can’t see. Allow me to filter to spirits of pure, And rid me from foes, just wanting to lure. I relax my vessel and open my mind, Spirits now guide me to what I must find. First send the light to see me right, Then in that warmth I’ll stay and hang tight, To see the visions you pass unto me, Good or bad, I’ll try not to flee. Messages come, riddled and cryptic, I’ll work them out later with tea and a biscuit. I know you’ll tell me in a way I can decipher, Sometimes I wish, I was a slightly better writer. Given to me in a way I should understand, Aid to help me walk easier upon this land. I thank you spirits for your wisdom and guidance, May I call on you again when I feel a little subsidence?


Details | Free verse | |

Knock, knock

We are not from Scottish Power,

or even British Gas.

We wouldn’t drag you

out of the shower

for anything less than

God.  And just to let you know 

how to achieve Eternal Life…

 

We are nothing like

the religious group

who called on you last night.

There is one major difference:

They are wrong, and we are right.

 

Certain substances must be avoided

like heroin and cups of tea.

Is it worthwhile mainlining – 

or enjoying Typhoo or PG – 

if, because of that, you cannot live

with God eternally?

 

You can stuff your face with chocolate, crisps – 

and Diet Coke is not outlawed.

You can even have some Red Bull

to wash down all that chocolate,

if you’re getting very bored.

 

You need to be baptised, and soon.

Your last one doesn’t count:

insufficient water, and you were too young.

What about the Baptist Church?

You’re being awkward now.

Okay, let’s cut straight to the chase.

No other church has authority 

from God.  We do. 


Details | Haiku | |

Jesus Haiku

Jesus, tell me what
heaven, hell, and God are like.
Like, quiz me on it.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Jonah's Reason

For Jonah, it began with a word
to travel awhile
to preach against the vile
but he pretended he hadn’t heard.

We know the story
swallowed by the whale
it’s quite a tale
that ends in God’s glory.

But do you know why he ran?
He thought the vile did not deserve
the mercy in God’s reserve
like he did… a righteous man.

Today I choose never to deny
the mercy of the Son
from any wicked one
for there might be a whale nearby.

*Refers to the book of Jonah from the Holy Bible.


Details | Free verse | |

This girl has me in her grasp

Mmm this girl i know
Shes bossy so
For i do not like you
I may be lieing its not true
It may be love
At this moment I cant move 
Your engaging stare has me paralyzed 
Im in you grasp 
How do you know of my love
Its time for a retreat
For that im beat
I need to rewind
My heart is stuck in a bind
Ive never had the feeling
Im going to jump through the ceiling
Can i be this overjoyed
Of this girl ive always tried to avoyed


Details | Free verse | |

Song excerpts' nonsense

"You pack in the morning"
Leaving again?
"Come stop your crying now"
Who's crying?
"From this day on"
Are you sure?
"You just call of my name"
Oh yeah? "All you have to do is call"
Okay.  "You got a friend".  Goodie.
"Nobody does it better"
Are you sure about that?
"Nobody does it half as good as you"
Where's the rest?
"I would do anything".  Okay, let's see now, lol
"Don't you know it's true?".  I'll see.
"It's lying here somewhere".  Okay, I'll look for it. 
In the mean time you keep looking too, haha.
Between both of us, we'll find it.
Dada dada
"Do it again".  Ah, I don't know about that.
"Say I love you".  Must I? lol
"You look inside my fantasy".  Do you now?  
I don't know what you see in there but it ain't pretty.  Haha just kidding
I think I'll stop now
Will catch you next time lol


Details | Free verse | |

Make no bones about it

Bony bona fide bones bare bones                                                                                 
Skeleton key turning a bone of contention                                                                     
Sticks and stones break bones words do hurt close to the bone                                          
Not so funny hitting funny bone hard words break no bones                                            
Depends who is speaking old school don’t be an idle bonehead                                          
Be like dog with a bone gnawing it till tomorrow                                                                
His word a fire in my bone true to the bone envy is rottenness                                           
To the bone a broken spirit driest the bone don’t be chilled to the bone                         
Pleasant words health to the bone so bones may rejoice                                            
Working fingers to the bone be not wise in thine                                                             
Own sight fear the Lord depart from evil a bone to pick                                                  
Dead man’s chest be not filled with dead men’s bones                                                 
Prophecy to bones dem dem bones come together again                                                  
Look to the cross not to skull and bones crossed bones                                                  
Playing bones Yo ho ho Rome’s smoked filled bottle                                                           
They grind bones to make their bread who Jesus has freed                                             
Don’t point that bonier finger but back in the closet                                                         
Not a bone was broken as he died for our sins                                                                 
Or you may be a bag of bones chilled to the bone                                                        
Being bone dry baring your own sin upon your bones                                                         
He is bone of my bone empty tomb make no bones about it


Details | Verse | |

Up and Down

There's only one part to Heaven
And seven parts to Hell
A thousand kinds of demon
And one kind of angel

There's no room in the Underworld
So Purgatory was made
There's a billion kinds of sinner
And a hundred kinds of saint

Virtue is it's own reward
But Gluttony is fruitful
Wrath will get you what you want
And Chastity's untruthful

Purity is fine for some
And undoubtedly less bad
But Lust and Greed is twice as fun
And only half as hard

There's only one part to Heaven
And seven parts to Hell
There's a reason why Mankind
Chose Virtue to dispel.


Details | Free verse | |

Song excerpts' nonsense

“Driving by your house”
So you are checking out my house
“I wonder if it was a dream”
Yes it was
“All I need is a little loving tonight”
Is that all you need? Lol
“Give me one reason to stay here”
Just one? 
“Be careful of what you do”
Aren’t you?
“Remember you always think twice”
Lol, are you sure you can do that?
“If I fall for you, I will never recover”
Haha you can bet on that
“You take all of it wrong baby”
Oh yeah? How close am I?
“Sorry I don’t understand where all of this coming from”
You’ve been sleeping?
“Then I see you baby, everything is alright”
That’s better, lol
Are you sure you can handle it now?
Ohh I just love these songs
They are just too funny
“Have I told you lately that I love you?”
No but it’s not going to help
If you are in trouble
You are in trouble buddy
Anyway, I’ll leave for now
I will continue to poke fun at these
As it gives me pleasure to do so
“With or without you
I can’t live with or without you”
Make up your mind
I got to go
Okay here I go, lol


Details | Free verse | |

Nail

I want to write a funny poem now
after reading Darryl's poem
Why do men think there is no tomorrow?
Because they always want it today
What does a bird say to a bee?
Watch me haha
I'd better keep it clean
Keep it down, will you?
The neighbors are sleeping ha
Is there earthquake around here? 
I heard the ground is shaking
Don't be too long
I'm coming haha
That's it for now
I hope you enjoy it 
Earthshaking moves
Easy will ya?

Inspired by Darryl Ashton's "Body Talk - remotely" poem.  Thanks, Darryl :)


Details | I do not know? | |

ART

Art is art is Art,

and as such it will be confrontational to someone,

and will at some point in it’s existence, 

piss someone off every minute of the day



( CLiPiCs AKA Kriss Lee: 03-06-09)


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Out Heart

Out of the heart

Springs the many issues of life amidst
Throughout a distant embracing strife
Out of the heart a modest choice to make
In ardent springs embraced upon temporal negate

Within time,
Comes about a correlation within its peace
Strong is it may seem
Out of the heart some may disagree/

Out of the heart...
One may equate logical persuasion out of a mist filled with reality;

Charity...

The tender soil still quickens lending it to art as in some specific touch

Through a variation in a dream falling apart at the seams

Some are even very eager to engage in its deepest sympathy?

One may negate truth thus in order to twist its factual to live the lie?

Still others equate logical persuasion amidst;

Out of the heart form the issues of the heart/
Through darkened shades of Pine some may even spring a leak?
We still know what tomorrow might bring?
Amidst temporal chords of fallem mankind
We stand amazed at the glue of false fabrication
Twisted thoughts filled with thunder amidst its period of priority
Justification by faith yet they negate logic for a side order of fear
Twisted minds that plug destruction blaming third degree of fire on their very souls
Neglect to pick up the cross & to follow then soaring into sorrow
Never any hopes for a brighter nor that a better tomorrow;

Out of the heart the mouth will speak amidst the madness deepened creek/

Throughout darkened shades of Pine soiled in the breeze with illogical persuasion
We all still know not what tomorrow may bring?
Amidst temporal chords of fallen mankind
Under the surface of the bone filled there is still a layer of skin
Whence, do I need to ever begin again
Fallen man amidst a rise of the angry pagan
Flashlights with a dull pitch formidable response in its equated logical filled lies
Does all of the lie come at any logical big enough surprise?


Details | Quatrain | |

CONSTANCE HOLDS THE KEY TO FREEDOM

Constance holds the key to freedom,
she'll never sit down and die of boredom;
all the free things we don't think of or see,
are there for everyone to experience and enjoy.


Employers buy our time to give them service;
if nothing is for free what's happened to your awareness?
The air we breath, the sunlight we feel, and the fragrant flowers we smell...
weren't these also given by God to Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden?



Look around there many more for us to discover...
the incessant waterfalls and rivers still supply their water,
and without them the earth would be an arid desert;
and in this wasteland, only spiders can try to cheat death.



Constance holds the key to freedom, inspiring us timelessly, 
and the beauty of her revelation is that we can pursue it adequately;
she doesn't boast as the rich do, humbleness is her inborn virtue...
welcome her suggestions and begin living your day as busy folks do.

 
Inspired by Constance's Blog MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO AROUND


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Rhyme | |

Where the Devil Hit the Ground

There's a place somewhere
East Jesus to be exact
Did you ever wonder why
They call it that?

It's a fruitless waste
Where trees spontaneously combust
There's a mark on the ground
Where the Devil bit the dust

He left a charcoal scythe
As he skidded along
Crying to the heavens
That he'd done no wrong

After years of tears and moans
He grew angry and bitter
"Injustice" he cried
"We'll see who's the quitter"

So here we are now
Ten millenia later
Heeding the spot
That spawned emos, men, and haters


Details | Rhyme royal | |

The Orange Rhyme Challenge

Thusly, as per Good Sir John's contest prize contest, I humbly submit the 
following:

Dear Sir John,of your poetic rhyme request,
I will now do my very best;
Sir John's  Poetry rhyme request,
Though some may consider it rather strange,
And, perhaps, to some, a mighty challenge,
I think I might be able to arrange,
With a pilgrimage to mystic Stonehenge,
Where I may, in fact, rearrange...

those lenticular aspects of your family flange,
And, though the poetic quality may appear...
Somewhat mensa- menge',
I trust you'll find my work of acceptable range.

Once again, Good Sir King John the First,
Congratulations on a job well done!!

Your humble serf servant, tom bell.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Finding My Pure Heart

All the violence on TV was probably not good for me
All the decapitated corpses on video games not the brightest idea for me
Life’s real dramas just frustrate me
All the fabricated television dramas annoy me
We all love a happy ending yet we consume the misery and pain of others
Haunted by life changing events
At times I just simply need to vent
Why be educated and humble when being ignorant and shallow brings you fame
Why save your virginity for marriage, when society’s sluts take all the good guys that a girl covets
Why be a nice guy, when all the respectable women settle for assholes yet are surprised when they are mistreated and cheated on
Why live a life down the correct path, when the wrong path is glorified and admired by society
Beneath the darkness and rubble of life exist the flickering white light of my once pure heart


Find more of my writings and poems at jorgesouthkorea.com


Details | Sonnet | |

Eternity

I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.

Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit. 
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.

Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.

Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009


Details | Free verse | |

Treasured Keyboard

This blackened keyboard
Can tell many stories!
A few of great love...
But many more about my woes!
For I have opened,
My entire soul to it!
 
For I have typed and pounded...
Out so much about me!
That is why, every now and then,
I pick you up, outta of loveliness...
And dust you off... real good!
 
Making sure I've wiped,
Cleanly free, my finger prints... 
Or the ashes and coffee too!
That I've spill over anguished 
Feelings about you!
 
Because if this keyboard...
Does like so many, former friends,
That turned their backs on me...
It certainly could tell,
Far too many... of my treasured,
Secrets and stories, 
I've revealed to none but only you!.
 
I mean after all,
The tears I've shed...
Your voiceless keys,
Are sure to make me weep!
For you're a friend
I must always worry about keeping!
 
I betcha thought,
This poem was.... 
About none other than you?


Details | Free verse | |

Still want to

I still want to tickle your funny bone
So here it is
Do you want due or no due?
Would you rather play or you rather display?
Would you say or would you portray?
Haha
The Independence Day is coming
Do you know what we are independent of?
Lol
Would you think first or wait?
Ask first or ask later?
Are you raw or are you well done?
Could you bless or could you mess?
Would you wow or would you howl?
Would you chow or would you doubt?
How do you know what you are getting?
Running late, aren’t ya?
So what this time?
The alarm didn’t go off?
Forgot and dozed off?
Couldn’t get up?
Ahh you may need better explanations than that
Like I forgot to set my alarm, lol
Running out excuses?
Don’t worry
I’ll make one for you
Do you ever feel like you can do anything?
Do you feel that or think that?
If you think that then you can
If you feel that I don’t know
You may feel ill who knows?
Would you want to be a President?
Wouldn’t you rather be a congressman instead?
You get more wins that way
Would you speak or would you reach?
Know
I think I am done until next time
Would you wait or would you partake?
Ahh choices
Wouldn’t you know?


Details | I do not know? | |

Alert - Evil Has Escaped

Alert -Evil Has Escaped

May I have your attention please!  May I have your attention please! 
Early sunrise, yesterday eternity, evil escaped. Its real and it’s a big deal. It was given life twice for a hideous crime that doesn’t rhyme.

Be careful and keep in mind, there is no shame in evil’s game. Evil comes in many disguises, and has been known to change your life without a fight.

As we speak, evil was just seen at 33rd and Good Hope Street.  Two victims in a dispute suffered great mental, physical and spiritual pain. My, my,  another two claimed.

You ask, is there an M O, for this evil. The answer is, for sure. We must not allow it any more.  Just last week, two friends in school were fooled.

  Evil does what evil does best; it attacks your sanity, when you had little rest.
It has no respect for age, gender, sex, religion or nationality. 

Selfish and extremely dangerous. If seen, please notify the nearest Office of Goodness and Mercy.  Or contact Goodness directly at www.goodnessgotyourback@Bgood.com.

As a result of your call, evil was arrested and picked out of a profile. Judge ‘Tired Of’, selected a jury who is mean and furious.

After the evidence was brought in, evil was told to raise it right hand and be sworn in. Evil refuse to tell the truth, arguing it was against my belief.  The judge said don’t worry, you want get any relief this day, not even a brief stay.

As a result of it crimes, Evil was banished from the face of this earth. And given two hours before sunset to remove itself from the minds and hearts of humanity, or face a deadly calamity.

Friends, it’s within your will to let peace be still.
Dr. “G”


Details | Free verse | |

Twiddling

Okay I am going to write my twiddling poems while I am waiting on God
Is that a word? 
I don't care 
I am inventing new words if it doesn't fit me
Why does He make you wait forever?
Does anyone know the answer to that?
What could be taking so long?
It's not like He has to think or something
Does He have to talk to someone?
Nah
He is the only One
You can just see it
He is sitting there looking at you
twiddling His thumbs
And no one moves
Time wasted
For what?
I have no idea
Okay if it's going to be like this
I am going to make use of my time
I am going to write some funny poems 
until you know whom gives me a 'let's go'
Okay ready?
Why do we need oxygen to breathe
when it's in itself is flammable?
Because we are fire and we need fuel
Haha you like that?
Why do we like things that are barbecued?
Because we are primitive deep down
Ya ya
What do you look at when you look at a person? 
Ha I don't even know 
Never pay attention
Just look
Heck if I know
So don't be mad at me if you ask me what you look like
You should know
So I don't need to tell ya
Okay
That's it for this one
Going on the next one
lol






Details | I do not know? | |

Why Are You Looking At Me

Why are you looking at me?

When I see it, it sees me. Sometimes, I smile.  It smiles back at me. If I scratch my head, it does the same. Is there no shame?

If I get up in the middle of the night and turn on the light, it’s looking at me.  Never saying anything.  Just watching me. I am not a prisoner, but it always has it eyes on me. Sometime it imitates me, when I smile, it smiles.

I have tried to sneak up on it without making a noise. It looks at me, as if to say “you silly dilly”. Sometimes its humiliating, it acts like my twin and always wins.
I am not sure? 

 Am I the only one with this problem?  No one is willing to admit it, maybe they are unclear. Many are comfortable with this situation, with hesitation and reservation.
This has been happening to me, as far back as I can see. 

There has to be an answer in some form or manner. Now! How can you pretend to do nothing, and admit you see no harm.  Stop pulling my arm.  

Enough is enough, why are you always watching me?  I have no privacy in your presence .  What are you going to do about this dilemma?

The next time, I come in this room, and you stare at me in a strange way, this will be your last day!      

 Say what? This is what mirrors do to you. … 
Please accept my apology, I imagine you’ll never,  ever speak to me.
Dr. “G”


Details | Free verse | |

. . . LETS TALK IT OVER (2)

I thought I was to be part of the talk
Thought that my coming
Over was of talking it over
But it appear, she has it over
This time around, all by herself.

My views never needed neither 
Nor my looks never a factor
She had the calabash in her hand
IBK, had it broken before my arrival
Yet, she was all over me pleading
“Please, I’m sorry, hope I didn’t hurt you?”




Alayande Stephen T.
4.15pm
23rd November 2007

Still in the bus at Ijan-Ekiti.


Details | Blank verse | |

the ship officer and a lady

The ship officer and the Lady 

As I waited for my ship to dock at the onion pier,
a clerk came and handed me a bag of garlic for
the ship, I told him I had not ordered any and
showed him my three silver rings on my uniform.
He smirked and said I must have borrowed it to
impress the gullible, I shrank inside the uniform 
and could not see my hands and feet. 
Met a lady who was waiting for the ship too, she
was the wife of the chief engineer, and together
we strolled to the end of the dock, where 
I resentfully threw the bag of garlic into the sea
where it swelled, became a life boat that slowly 
drifted away. Back at the spot where the ship was
supposed to dock we’re told the ship had come 
and gone. The lady sat on a pollard crying, took
her wedding ring off and threw it into the water,
I, who had taken Lasix 40, peed into the same sea 
and its water turned pink. “Truly, this man is
a saint someone whispered”. Confident again 
I swelled in the uniform and could see my hands 
and feet . The clerk asked forgiveness and kissed 
the onyx ring on my left index finger and gave me 
another bag of garlic.      
  


Details | Bio | |

YANKS

THERES NOTHING LIKE THE YANKS!
TRADING INSULTS AND EXPECKTING THANKS.
INVADING OTHERS LANDS AND MINDS!
SELLING TRINKETS LIKE LAND MINES!
THE MONGRELS OF THE GOOD OLD BOYS.
BUSHY TAILED FOXES WITH NUCLEAR TOYS.
SLIPPIN IN OIL AND SLAVE RICH SPOILS.
SUPERMAN AND SATAN HAVE PLENTY OF TOOLS!
LOOKING INTO THE WISHING WELL!
SOME SEE HEAVEN AND SOME SEE HELL!
THE GREAT PIED PIPER LEADS THEM ALL IN THANKS.
THE DEVILS HAVE ARRIVED WITH THE PRIDE OF THE YANKS!


Details | Rhyme | |

PURSE RIFLER

Stumble, fumble, ponder, worry,
From under a thumb a Rifler did scurry.
Cold night as it was,
And only one purple slipper, 
The Rifler ventured
Met a West London clipper.
Vivid and boisterous,
So brilliant this sight.
And wise beyond years 
To the Rifler's delight.
So moved he had left her.
And after years of malarky,
She knew what to do now.
If she could just find her car key!


Details | Blank verse | |

Confusion

 As a young man,
before Christ, came into my life.
I had traveled to many states,
but the state I spent the most time in
was the state of confusion.


Details | ABC | |

holidays

most  people  like  holidays  and  some  dont  or  they  are  always  grumpy  on  
holidays.mostly  the  children like  holidays.lots  of  family's  spend  time  
together  and  have  lots  of  fun  on  holidays.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Took Some Time With God

I Took Some Time To Spend With God…

I took some time to spend with God alone.
I asked for his blessing in my life and home!

I took some time to tell him that I love him!
I know that he listened and I can trust him!

It seems like yesterday I was a young boy.
There were many things I wanted to enjoy!

I enjoyed prayer with my lord and friend!
I felt his joy and peace within!

I didn’t realize how busy life would be…
I thought less of God,..  And more of me!

I’m thankful that I know a God who cares!
He’s never too busy for a moment to share!

He has blessed and renewed my mind!
He’s always so patient, loving and kind!

Thank you Jesus for the time we have together!
I’m looking forward to being with you forever!

You are the one that I will daily seek!
I need your direction each day of the week!

All praise and honor to you. is what I give!
I won’t forget you each day I shall live!

You’ve blessed and strengthened my life today!
You’re the truth, the life, and the way!

I shall sing of your praises with pure delight!
I know now that things in my life will be alright!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

Lose The Weight !

Just as though a person will train in the natural/
God wants us to use his talent in the supernatural !
A thought to ponder,

Many years ago/
A very noble poet had penned,
"The pen is mightier then the sword !"
Yet what was his richest reward ?
This came not from the things given to him by men !

One man had prayed long to God for help/

He went to the doctor,
Shortly after the doctor stated, His prognosis was grim !"
Lose the weight or your going to die !"

In return the man worked out everyday;
Even started working on his tan,
All of a sudden, the man started looking and feeling great !
Time had passed and he was crossing the street one day,
Suddenly he got hit by a car !


In the return the man prayed to the Lord again;

"Where were you God ?"
His reply was,
Frankly with that tan Sam, I didn't quite recognize you !
As the pen was to the sword/

Learn to pull forward to earn God's greatest reward !
One word to the wise,
"Read your bible and stay away from all of Satan's lies !"

The moral of the story may be strange but true !
That God isn't ever through with you !


Details | I do not know? | |

When Bodda Boom ! Met - Bodda Bing !!!

Years had passed still I had every bit of reason to grasp/

That true essence of what he said/
Yet there was many thought's inside my head ?
Like the time I drove my big wheel into the yellow Ollie !
I was speechless in thought and deed

Still I never bothered to take heed/

All I wanted to do was just speed !
That's how Bodda Boom met with Bodda Bing !!!
You all know what I mean ?
I even could hear that sweet little bird sing/

Bodda used to be a good friend until when
Bing came strolling into the town/
Many thought the freekin guy was such a clown
So nobody wanted him around/

Today Bing resides right next to The Jersey Shore
Last I knew he lived with a whore ?
Yet who knew/
About that two timer Boom/

He's the spitting image of Jessy James/
Then with his face I'd like to rearrange !
How could he do that to such a beautiful lady !
She's better off settling for Wavy Gravey !

So it was back to the past,
We had every reason to grasp/
That day when Bodda Bing met up with Bodda Boom !
Yet who knew ?


Details | Burlesque | |

The Search For Intelligent Life In the Universe

MIghty radar arrays,
Pointed at the sky,
Looking for intelligence,
Don't ask me why...

Incredibly strong telescopes,
On earth and in deep space,
Peering ever so eagerly,
To find another race....

Makes one wonder,
How many up there..
Are pointed down at us??
Apparently so far
We have not created a fuss...

I wonder from where they
are based,
On planets far or near? 
Either way I guess it
don't matter...
Because no intelligent
beings, here, there are.


Details | Lyric | |

A Trip To Heaven

At times, the world demands too much
And more than I can give
So then I close my eyes and dream
A special place I'd like to live
There's calmness, peace and warmth in the air.


Details | Free verse | |

Pro Predicament

Circuitous circular departures cleverly Sequester and  
embrace Inexpressible  moments of time.

Reexamine status, prevent  consciousness apathy, 
fabricate and reflect acceptance of self. 

precisely propose  to expose fallaciously filtered 
fantastical trickery touched theories.

Turn tasteless translucent tall tales into stable, sturdy, 
structured strands and threads of reality.

Penniless pocketless Poets put the points paralleled 
and placed above onto pure white pieces of paper.

 Once they find the ramble in their role they carefully 
command,Clever creative content to appear from thin vapor.

Amusement, bemusement, a resplendent  daring drawn 
out dark dance down a solitary diabolical descent. 

Lingering Layers let love live in a finely spun web of 
lazy, lofty, lyrical linguistic letters; lost lurking spiders cant
 reach the heights that sadness fled.

Poets are pros, pronounced proponents, that precisely 
reconstruct a feelings components that fails to leave any 
audience in a stoic state of stoney discontent..... 

Though they tirelessly endeavor to gain a fans approval 
and respect, they fail in fortunes favor. 
 Yet each day they commit make their art 
when most would be right to quit. 

Anyone can become a pro poet, 
you can tell we are devoted, though it should be noted 
if that's the readers intent, not a paid pro among us can 
come close to turning our 
thoughts into rent!


Details | Free verse | |

Road Trip

Drove across the state
To go on a date
Found her online
Her picture looked fine
Knock on her door
My mind starts to soar!
IT'S A MAN


Details | Rhyme | |

Dentist (footles)

tooth ache
                nerves shake
                                  dentist drilling
                                                      tooth filling
                                                                     Gum  numb
                                                                                     works done. 

                  
     ****** ******************************************************

This footle is different from my other posts but based on a true story 
I went to the dentist last year  and she said  I needed two fillings but on one tooth she then  
said the 
hole was too deep to fill and would have to be taken out, I panicked and  said no I dont 
think so as i was scared at that time as my mother pulled some loose teeth when I was little 
with a towel, , I went for prayer at church afterwards.  I found  a new dentist and when I  
explained what happened he looked at my tooth and said their is no hole, he took an x ray 
and still no hole, it was gone, I did not need a filling in the first place, that other dentist was 
willing to take it out for the sake of it, but God was still looking after me, I took a step of faith 
to step out and go to a new dentist and God did the rest, it is amazing what he can do, we 
can move mountains even if our faith is as small as a mustard seed. if we trust God  and 
believe he can sort out any problem either big or small , he heals us  I am no longer scared 
of dentists  and I still have all my  teeth not  a single one missing, , Amen


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Why I Write

I write to release all of the emotions I’ve picked up during the day,

I write to remember happy memories, and to make the bad ones fade away.

I write because I am in love. I write because I’m in pain…

I write because I have nothing to lose, and so very much to gain.

I write when my head is filled with fantasies, dreams and or goals,

I write because just like an actor, my mind takes on many roles.

I write my own songs, poems and sometimes silly little rants,

I write because I feel, I write because I can’t.

I write to show others like me that they are never alone,

I write to create another world that is simply my own.

I write because I am proud. I write because I’m ashamed…

I write when there’s a voice inside of me that can’t be tamed. 

I write at three in the morning when I can’t fall asleep,

I write because it is far better than counting furry sheep.

I write because I always have something to say,

I write because it has made me into who I am today.


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Song excerpts' nonsense

Okay I’ll continue
“You belong with me”
I am still here
“The world’s crashing down”
Who is going to catch it?
“Looking for yourself out there?”
Let me know if you find it
Would love to help ya
“Time can never mend”
Would one know?
I am writing these as I listen to the music
And I find it too funny
“Stay with me because you are all I need”
Are you sure?
Am I all you need?
Haha 
Oh my gosh, I just found these songs too funny
“You’ll be on my mind forever”
Really?  You live that long?
“Something has to make you run”
Lol, wonder what
“So you get your head in the cloud”
Wonder how you did that
“People say crazy things”
Oh you just now know that?
“I’m never going to look back”
Are you sure?
“Don’t think you know what you are saying”
I know exactly what I am saying
Don’t know what you know but I know
“I know what you are thinking”
Lol you don’t know what I am thinking 
I can tell you that much
“Woman you want me give me a sign”
Do you want a banner?
Won’t know if it hits you
Would you care for more? 
You have to tune in and listen for yourself
They are too outrageous
I am surprised that no one makes fun of them before
Do now


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Nonsense rattle

Okay what do you guys want me to write about?
I think I will write about nonsenseness
Is that a word? 
Don’t know
Do you ever dream of flying my friend?
I do all the time
And sometimes I even make it to become how I like it
My dream that is
Talk about control
When do you think about tomorrow?
Tomorrow right?
Because you can’t think about tomorrow
It’s not here yet
So you don’t know
Haha
When do you hear your own voice?
Whenever
Would you do it all over again?
Bet you would
Depend on what it is
Do you wish for tomorrow?
Haha dreaming again, aren’t ya?
Don’t you know it’ll be here soon enough?
Okay I think I said it enough
Until next time you keep yourself busy
You hear?


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Funny things you said

I want to write a poem about nonsense conversation
Yeah
Like I ask you “did cat get your tongue?”
And you stare at me
Confirmed that yes, cat did get your tongue
You laugh at me and said that “I am crazy”
But then mention that that is why you like me
You are too contradicting yourself
You said God told you that I did something
But haven’t said when you met Him
You said “double dare you”
But forgot to say how you are going to pay me
I said “do you want to get a kick?”
And you gave me a part of your body for me to kick you
Too funny
Not the illegal kick or physical kick, silly
You said you are not “goofy”
But then you said you are “Donald Duck”
Ahh, in case you don’t know
Donald Duck does look kind of goofy to me
Okay, that is enough for now
You’d better watch out what you said to me
Or I‘ll make fun of you, haha


Details | ABC | |

family

they  are  very   different .you  like to  spend  time  with them.enjoy  life  with 
them.your  family  will always  be there for you.










































































































































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Rome-antics

When in Paris do as Romans do where pardon me I lost my Latin there                 
What is love truly like not to quench the stereo type                                                  
in clicks and cliche's let us count the ways from one liner's to hopefully the refiner      
My face my mother has good taste grace please do not waste                                  
Faint hearted love does not hurt only a shallow flirt                                                  
Fair love not everything goes in rules of the court                                                      
Next to you sugar taste like salt I wronged you it's my fault                                  	   
In small houses best not to hurt the one                                                                      
but forgive least that be turned to stone                                                               
Love thy neighbor a gift from above do not throw stones or live in                        
glass houses when push comes to shove                                                                   
A many splendored thing not a splintered thing with kid's glove                            
One size fits all comfortably when God is your Love                                                     
For the Love of God is the truth better than the kisses of an enemy a rebuke             
To love immeasurably the only measure to set us free is His pleasure                   
Love has everything to do with Love and contrary                                                        
to the other opposites do not attract well rarely                                                        
So when your bow you are a singing love is not blind just forgiving                           
So quit playing cards save your money and love your wife                                   
looking for one choose words carefully ask a right                                                    
one will return as with promises, doves and ravens                                                   
one is wise but the other a safe haven                                                                       
If you will and if it pleases how do I spell love  JE SUS


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THE RELUCTANT REPENTER

Say your prayers and sit up straight,
Get into that confessional box to wipe clean your slate.
Make sure you get all those wicked sins off your chest,
The lord will only welcome those who are wholesome and blessed.

In pitch black silence you sit, your final thoughts to gather
Before being shocked into repentant mode with a blast of “in the name of the 
father..”
“How long has it been?” the priest enquires, he must know you will lie?
You take the first figure that pops into your head then you divide, not multiply!

Those awful sins that lay heavy on your heart,
From your reluctant mouth they slowly depart.
You tell of bouts of swearing and theft from mammys purse,
And stealing a bag of crisps from your sister, now what could be worse?

“That’s is all father” are 4 short words you triumphantly announce,
The priest mumbles some mystic latin verse then a Hail Mary to pronounce.
Finally your chore is done and you are asked to go in peace,
You gleefully skip out of the box and celebrate release!


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JorgeSouthKorea

This is the man that I am

No need for a detective because I have few mysteries

Whatever you don’t find its trapped somewhere inside my mind

I put my life into words for the whole world to read

I hope you enjoy what you see

A South Korean English teacher by night

An avid writer by day

A helpless romantic somewhere in between

The smile and joy from my students is priceless

Seeing someone enjoy my writings is pretty rewarding as well

I feel that everything in my life is finally going well

From my writings you may find that hard to tell

Sorry I don’t write more fantasies or fables

To convey happy emotions and attract more followers

You are getting my life through my eyes

I don’t have a sweet tooth so I don’t sugarcoat things

I write what I have seen and how it has effected me

My adventures and journeys have been vast

Come with me on this ride

Together we can both be pleasantly surprised

With what I will write

This is the the man that I am



Find more of my writings and poems at jorgesouthkorea.com


Details | Acrostic | |

oldman

once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane


Details | Free verse | |

Fun for you

Okay I am going to write a funny poem
Why? Because I feel like it
What caused wind?
Ahh you don't know?
Not that wind
Huh?
Didn't you know today is the day?
Lol
What has become of us?
What do you mean? You and me? haha
What is Christmas? More Christ my friend
That is French for you.  Or is it Spanish? lol
I keep hearing the song about 
"last Christmas I gave you my heart"
Well my heart is still here.  I think I need it 
Is it going to be sunshine tomorrow?
It depends
I may feel like it or I don't
Do you like going to where the sun don't shine? lol
Okay I think I'll stop it now 
before somebody gets upset with me haha


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Life is a joke we are playing on ourselves

Nobody tells you
Life is a joke

Sitting in somber pews
Re(hearsing) gregorian chants
Then back to in-family dance
One day off to school
We learn how the world is ruled

Dont step out of line
Get it on budget, in time

Why so serious face?
Has science figured it out?
Chromosomes in the dark
Aliens and DNA
The myths we tell ourselves
Right from the start
Always forgetting
Life is a joke
We are playing on ourselves


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Gravitational Pull

Stone upon the water front/
Next to the cashmere pillow,
The pier near the gallow shore/
A man began to speak,

Within this land there shall be no way out accept I tax,
This gravitational pull may bring some down,
Yet if you stay and listen very carefully/
You will live through this time and be very happy !

Many of you have become lazy in the manner of laws,
A decree will be summoned to let us know/
The waiting may be hard to comprehend,
Yet within time you can grow to depend/

The fat of the land,
Let this man take you by the hand/
There can be no further excuses or escape,
The way will depend upon the hearer's !


Details | Senryu | |

Ying Yang

(Ying Yang)
Stagnant was his life;
Her capricious habits grew,
His ying was her yang


Details | I do not know? | |

Turning point

in ones life time
dreams and reality 
or just a passing
until you grab a hold 
of life

some of the beautiful things
happen when a person
has took all he can take

suddenly that fear
of failure 
becomes a 
flying success 
ride out your heart 
until 

all hate is gone 
until all vague 
insanity problems 
flare. live wild 
and love while you live


Details | I do not know? | |

Hamster

Somebody’s stolen my hamster
It was there when I went up to bed
My sister is sitting there laughing
And saying my hamster is dead

She thinks that it’s ever so funny
That Hammy keeled over and died 
Then she showed me where Hammy was buried
And I fell to my knees and I cried

The tears only lasted a minute
When a thought entered into my head
If my hamster has gone up to heaven
Can I have a new puppy instead ?

© John W Fenn  16-02-2009


Details | Free verse | |

Deeper

Still going ever deeper after all these years
In rudimentary changes featured taunt in blinding fears
That soft pull of a heart will light a spark
Over head we can quietly look at butterfly's circling the wind
With ovart cluster filled with circling eagles
In summoned line formation to reach upward
A tug at the heart will light a spark

Still going deeper...

It's gravtitational pull may bring some down
Some lasting sentiment of praise withstand
To help embrace fate nor that in some cup to raise
In some darkened peril place with vile imaginative trace
Along loose lines by which to bind

Inside I still hide behind a garb filled with walls that are trapped

With hidden wounds to silence then bind to bite & devour
Shaded colors emmersed in radiant lights filtered to flourish

In many faces proned in traces looking back at me from peril strain
While the caged fury of the outside world is totally insane
Still going ever deeper then ever before...
A reckless abandonment from my fractured skull having ravaged body thrown on floor

Some shouts of peril to doom will seal your tomb along a sunset shore
A human heart is a choiced vice that can be used by choice
They are garland to grace your head
All her paths our peace yet some lead to the dead

Guard your heart amidst the perils that falter
Give me shelter to cry amidst the pain & turmoil
Branded my reflection in a sentiment of reprise
In strict adherance to the law from temporal recourse

Although a tear drop should fall sends a shiver down my spine
A fresh scent of dew will help swallow up the pine
A passage of unique fragrance sprinkled on the quaint existance
Within solace we can anticipate peace

Through a memory filtered in the state of complete retreat
Gone are the days to frolic in a haze
Today we are all second guess as a mouse is in some maze
It's gravitational pull will bring so many down

Shadows proned again into inhilation,
Heaven sent through angelic appease..
The choice of divination to some stuck twart existence.
Planted in my fragile computerized egg shell mind!


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Cursed

A heart can bleed an evil deed

Yet in nature lie dormant after the fall
A return to fear after all
The climatic edge toward their own demise
Still a word to the wise

Cursed
A sin will always find you out
This ought to give the sinner something to bitch & pout
To light a flame in shouts of anguish after the fall

Barbed wire fences social advances & no it alls
Search for words left unaided in its time
The curb of enthusiasm and the sublime
In anguish the soul longs for rest

In being cursed with fear to never have rest

In anguish the appease of the blind

We live for vile excess

Still a challenge to be free is a quest for time...
To travel alone amidst darkened caverns with portals of instant doom
We have relatives that beg of you to clean your room
This does nothing to stregnthen the heart

To light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for
Vengence is mine the Lord will repay
Giving papal homage in which to bow the knee to pray
In papal square thwart in fear

An ego scream to shed a single tear
Yet no need to fear in which to hide
Along the garb of social compromise
A word from the wise

I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
Yet not having her in my arms was driving me totally insane!
Cursed be the man or woman who will take no heed
To revere a sovereign Lord in which took the blows

The blood soaked sweat on his brow in timeless appease of want
No where to lie his head in homage toward the dead
Cursed is the one who will not be blessed
Our blessed Lord once again is putting you to the ultimate test

An eagle will fly through the sky in sense of direction
A hero's reflection in never second guessing
A heart that is fixed on the natural will never succeed so take heed!
Cursed is every man that hangs on the tree

Please let this be me?


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Get Dressed

If you're too tired too eat the meat
Grow a backbone and stand on your own two feet

Doesnt' happen in a minute
Doesn't happen in an hour
Works like soaking in marinade
Longer it sits, 
More flavor is added to the taste of power

Lips and a voice allow you to speak
Ears allow you to hear
Eyes allow you to see
You'd rather ignore these miraculous gifts
While you relax and drink a beer

You wake the next day
Disappointed that you've settled for a job you hate
Get dressed, drive to work
Life is too short for this..common!
Why do you wait?

No wonder you keep yourself so well groomed
You've got nothing else to offer, you feel doomed
That mentality wont get you down the block
Take a sick day and learn to play with sidewalk chalk

Money isn't the root of all evil
It's greedy people that want to be in histories sequel. 




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Shooting Blanks

Just
In time corpse shine twilight sun  had tainted my inner vision
Twisted
Shooting blanks at the rooster just supose another number feeling somber
Doesn't any wonder?
Torpedo
Torn,
The inclusion within vile pathetic outrage
Shooting blanks as busy as Tyra Banks in bikini eating linguini
Torpedo, remember Frank Serpico?
Frantic in Autumn looking brightly colored orange 
In pivotal choices sense of remoseful inclusion
In dirty laundry vile smell who could tell
A window opens air will blow to breath in the steam,
Shouts of glory to untold story morning glory;
Shooting blanks getting lost in the shark tank
Dellusional
Insanity
Romantic interlude toward vanity
In tuned harmony to its hidden beasts menagerie
Shooting Blanks in the phone at the door

At the beach while Mrs. Polly eating a peach.


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Who Love's Ya Baby

who loves ya baby
hmmm now let me see

I know my mommy did
even though her shoes I did hid

I think my daddy did
when I didn't make him snid

brothers and sisters well maybe just a little
when I didn't get in the middle

my grandpa and grandma surely does
for I'll do anything for them just because

I know my little girl loves her momma
even better than president Obama

my dogs and cats loves me
even if they continue to make me sneeze

even my close friends new and old still spark the love
for we will alway's go on and well above

paperboy surely does
cause I tip him for keeping my paper out of bushes and shrubs

milkman used to
when I didn't make him shu

bill collectors oh yes
for I'm their baby who they love the best

so who loves me
well lets just continue to see



Tribute To Love



Also Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's 
Who Love's Ya Baby Contest


Details | Quatrain | |

Fertilizer

The wrath of God doesn’t have to be
the size of a hurricane
nor a major flood or forest fire
to leave us all in pain.

It can be an itch or an annoying twitch
a big black hair on your nose
painfully shy or one crossed eye
it’s terrible to have one of those.

Ugly or clumsy or not very smart
we all have our cross to bear
mismatch your socks get chicken pox
or forget your underwear.

Cowlicks birthmarks and knobby knees
all conspire to bring us down,
crooked teeth big ears and zits
are here to make us frown.

With a squeaky voice you don’t rejoice
and bad breath is problematic
as is hobbling on a cane
when you have a sore sciatic.

Oh Dear Lord just look at me!
a melting pot of woes!
As a kid I made a face
and wouldn’t you know…it froze!

What will we do with these gifts from you
bestowed on us in your wrath?
As we complain down here in our shame
do you sit on a cloud and laugh?

But then God said as he shook his head;
“My child I love you so..
these minor things that set you apart
are here to help you grow.”


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THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO AN ASS

as we celebrate that glorious event known as Palm Sunday
what do you think that donkey Jesus rode would have to say?
to ride on a donkey was once regarded as a symbol of peace
a state that we in this modern era just can't seem to reach
but I'm so glad that I serve a God of peace and harmony
and I'm so glad that He sent His Son Jesus to save me

Jesus came into town riding on an untamed ass
the people were so joyful they threw palm leaves across His path
but He was not the type king that they expected
and before the week was out by them He was rejected
I often wondered what was on the mind of that untamed beast
on the day that Jesus rode him into the midst of that feast
never before to have been ridden by any type of being
so what do you think that donkey was spiritually receiving?
the Gospel according to an ass
to know that the Prince of Peace has come at last

God has a plan for each of us and it's full of His mercy and grace
but in order to receive it you need to be in the right place
positioned for your purpose you just need to be
in that place where of you the Lord our God can see
for when God is ready to move in your life you need to be found
in the right place at the right time standing on higher ground

Jesus needed that beast at that appointed hour
and it was positioned by Father God's almighty power
its destiny to be ridden by Jesus the Christ the Son
a triumphant symbol of peace because its time had come

a donkey is usually perceived as difficult, stubborn and headstrong
but is an intelligent beast just don't lead it in a way that is wrong
they have a sense of perception and self-preservation
are very easy to train just don't put it in a precarious situation
it was sure-footed and purposely positioned in the right place
the Gospel according to an ass to be ridden with God's saving grace

it was a kyros moment it was a sight to be seen
on the  back of an ass Jesus the Christ, the King of Kings
in the right place with the proper perspective positioned for its purpose at last
and that is the Gospel according to an ass




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Tony

First comes the line,

Then comes the sinker/
Dealing with Tony is like dealing with a real stinker !
It's so not what you know,
Rather, in many circles it's who you blow !
Out cooking the books with Tone/
He'll be your best bet for gathering and taken in on a loan,
The pool shark Jones had just left the premises !

Cooking the books now for Tone !

Mr. Jones was sleeping nice out around the Mrs./
At one time he thought he was some contender,

Pressed for questions,
There initial approach was all wrong/
Out there painting the town then sleeping nice next to the fishes,
Couldn't pay that last dinner tab ?
Now there staying late at Sally's cleaning all those dishes !
Loose lips sinks ships/
They still may be tripping with Rosie The Derivator ?

Hence, the given line is being drawn in the sand/
Yet to much afraid to stick it to the man ?
Within time their comes a bit of pain/
Like not having you in my arms is driving me insane !
Two Kanuck's came back from Jersey Shore/
One knew Tone,
While the other was sleeping around with a two bit whore !
He was only half Sicillian ?
Tone took in the first/
The second went away for a ride with Tone !

On a very long ride !

Yet is they really knew Tone,
Loves to cook the books on the side !
Just like he likes his greasy french fries/
The mob still rules !
We have no reason by which to run away and hide !
You can fully trust them cause their family.


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Champion

A champion within us all

In direct correlation between time & space
To be selective then destined to negate
The difference in an influence & choice
In a dream one can easily scream...

Through a slight of hand & then,

A champion within us all
Now we can stand ten feet tall
Amidst uncertainty & critical excursion
In sullen laughter to help appease disaster

A shoulder to cry amidst a gentle reply

Nature derives destiny from matter
The substance of equivalent structure
A champion within us all
Triumphant over most

Through a lone blade of grass drifting away

A heart beat away from a full pulse display
Still pressed between its current world I know
Then to be suddenly faced into the land of forbidden

A large chasm fix between the two exist

Within the foundation of freedom in swift disapproval
To soar ever higher into its vast domain
The whole world view or fabric in our existence
For many is humbly equated to reckless abandonment

One has to be very careful how they perceive this analogy.


Details | Rhyme | |

Ho Ho Ho

Go to sleep 
Go to sleep
My little ones

Or Santa
Just won't come


For he knows when you are awake
For He knows when you are asleep

Close your weary eyes now
And I'll go take a little peek


Tap Tap Tap
Upon the roof

It's santa coming 
For I hear reindeer's hoofs

Hush Hush now
Don't say a word

Better hurry 
And fall fast to sleep
Or he just may leave you a big turd

Let sugar plums
Dance in those pertty little heads

As I made sure
Santa was nice and fead

Cookies and milk
With nothing else

Oh thank you my dear Lord
For this nice little cord

For they are fast to sleep
Now I can go back to bed
And count my own lost sheep



























Details | Light Poetry | |

Let's Be In A Relationship

So you can crush my hopes

Destroy my dreams

Puncture my heart

Murder my self esteem

Vaporize my personal confidence

Humiliate my ego

While throwing me into an abyss of self doubt

On the bright side

You will give me plenty of new material

To write about

I guess I should be in a relationship more often

I guess this is the life of a writer




Find more of my writings and poems at jorgesouthkorea.com


Details | Limerick | |

The Ark (Limerick)

From God Noah received a great plan 
Build an Ark stay on dry land 
people stared and squawked 
some came and laughed 
Until flood sailed it like a can


Details | I do not know? | |

God's Grace (2002)

He can’t do miracles in front of your face,
So he sent you to do them through in his place,
That’s the only way you see God’s grace.

When someone helps you through the struggle life can bring,
Its God that protects you under his wing.

Helping me may have been just a job to fulfill,
But to me it was God’s will.

A journey of struggle, But I eventually won,
From the bottom of my heart I thank you for all you have done,
Thank you God for sending me Ethan.
(For my tutor Ethan)







Details | Free verse | |

The Final Days

Love has been left behind
For that in swine to depend
Chosen vessels of barbed wire fences left outside
In sorted desolation the swirl of the wind
Grand illusion where lying isn't necessarily a sin
Now where do I need to begin?
Fenced in challenge to its proverbial structure
Hence the vast opened door in the matter
Exploration in its equated investigation
The final days are upon us,
Marked on a blotted page yet fully intact
Creatures in the night sullen teeh to fright
Fragmented skulls having blood drawn off side
Shallow response to run away & hide
The final days elapsed within a shoulder to cry despised
Where wrong is right in the darkness of night to fight;
Sweltering sculptures made of clay in the night to sway
Whatever happened to love & a happy day
A dessensitized culture filled with its vapor of death
Yet I must confess;
Strange as it may seem with its gloom & doom at the scene,
Sold out faith in the hearts of those saints who will resist the lie
The lie that says I am what I do in reply
Marked on its blotted page yet fully intact
Grown men who lie in wait to decieve with greed
No notion of saving grace in sight
Never relent in ever giving up on the fight!


Details | Light Poetry | |

PEOPLE TALK

some or brother
some or other
thats has same ideals
they sit a a meal
and make deals
some take long walk
its
PEOPLE TALK


Details | Free verse | |

Heart

Although a tear drop should fall through the pavement floor

Shades of grass torn in its desirable stregnth;
Fragmentation of a whisper with no mere shoulder to cry.
Then fought back the tears in my head wishing dead
In solace the filter was then drained in its timely hue

Folded hands in glance of maze
Heart 
Through disillusion & mediocre response;
In caring we will know by any means necessary

With a soft shelter to cry amidst the inner sadness & pain
Let me be the first to explain;
Shattered dreams within midnight screams
Amidst the porch bell parchment;

Heart
In sadness the Summer Solstice will notice;
latent dreams inside will scream

Vanquished as if we haven't yet even noticed
A challenge awaits through its sign & gate
Still it is best to live by faith
We rationalize our existence on store bought suds

Chasing crystals in jars of clay
In grand illusion throughout the day
Chase dreams once again through my hair my faithful friend
Chosen asps in sulfur & dessensitization

One would stick like glue then were through;
A lone habitation within its vested spool
Shadows in the rise of morn if their is a challenge its as good as born
Socialized wandering wizards running wild in our streets

In viable degrade;
Shelter lies dormant again amidst its beckoning call
Through the heart we have lit the spark;
To the source we light the candle in the dark

Heart
Shaded grass in its viable mast across the grass;
No peril to hard to embrace its inner guise
The peril or disguise...


Details | Free verse | |

Bed for Sleepin'

We ****ed everywhere but the bed.
  My favourite being the bonnet of your car,
    inside our limbs were spun in misdirection 
Outside be better my words etched by breath into the window
      you dressed, I dared just my wellies,
                                        the cows watched with television stares.
So surreal was the icy darkness
   as you lay my back upon your metal bed,
thirsty for flesh
   vision tinged, infinity stars plunging high.
Driving back along the bumpy lane
Was alright wont it      utter yes
                   I do wonder if I could lay my head upon
a pillow in lust.


Details | Rhyme | |

Sly Ole Fox

Sly red fox sneaking around
The master's great estate
Watching and waiting for one
To open the gate  to  the crate

That housed a hen that was a ten
She was fat and sleek with plenty to eat
Rested, refreshed with leisure complete
That sly ole fox found a spot

Hidden from view so he thought
He watched as the master
Opened the crate door letting
The fat hen  come  out and explore

So that's how to get at that hen
I'll dress up and just pretend
That I am the master of the estate
Then I'll just open the gate

I'll get that hen that is a ten
And for lunch I'll invite her in
But in the pot of stew she will go
She'll make dumplings for me to show


Details | Free verse | |

Tabloid Minus Page Turning Equals TV

========== O

Monday night. Moving magazines. Aimed dead at killing an evening, my fingers target =========
These same old four buttons; < < > >.

1, 2, 3, 4. Five’s a pipedream. Gaudy, small-minded and trapped in affected Americana.
Just like whatever the hell this is. Too much smiling.

====== > Diseases. An old man’s mouldy cock. Right there, mid-screen. Mid-bite, I choke,
as they mumble about vulvas 

======== > A dog rolls in a mound of white paper. Whimpering at the softest arse tickle.
Like his little tongue? He’s running! With T.P! The Hilarity! Ho ho

======= > A mother and daughter swing together on a sunny day. One is singing like a
xylophone. They bond across a yoghurt.

Processed fried chicken cracked open with a wry smile and a twinkle in those white, white
eyes 

======= < Psoriasis and bubbling skin, oozing puss and cracked smiles. Bloody stumps.
Dripping bandages. Wild premonitions of vomiting onto;

======= > A familiar street, full of families too awful to hate. Bald men stomp, cheeky
guy’s grin, heart throb’s pulsate. Young filly’s flounce, old hag’s huddle and all moan
mournfully. Other’s pass in between, and outside of, the broad spectrum of emotional
alliteration and post-modern punctuation without so much as a smile ==== >

Kevin Bacon and Kyr =========== > Michael Dougl

========= > Widescreen TV’s at my fifteen inch window

========= > A man with a silly haircut, waving a knife at a pepper with intent

========= < Crying mothers, acting emotional. So you don’t have to?

=============== > Women in windows waving enhanced monstrosities at the wanking and eager.
Tittilitation for the text buck, a half-filled screen of despair. Tribute to the madness
that grips young men through the night

========= > Still, writing this keeps me sane. More sadness

======= > More sales

============ >                        ============= >

	============ <

That’s a thought these images do not create ==== >

That’s a thought.

These images do not create ======== O


Details | Cowboy | |

Frank and the Circuit Preacher

The Circuit Preacher came to town, 
and the word of God he preached, 
At the end of his sermon, 
our souls he did beseech. 
 
	We all stood shuffling around, 
	like calves stuck in the mire, 
	We’d only come to see the foreman’s sisters, 
	who were singing in the choir.  
 
What happened next surprised us, 
it was the derndest thing we ever saw, 
There was Frank, on his knees, 
his hands clasped beneath his jaw. 
 
	Now Frank, he was a sinner, 
	of a magnitude most high, 
	It was not beneath his dignity, 
	to cheat or steal or lie. 
 
But there he was, on his knees, 
praying with all his might, 
Begging for forgiveness, 
for he had seen the light. 
 
	I’d like to say Frank truly changed, 
	becoming perfect through and through, 
	But there’s no use in saying so, 
	I’d just be lying to you. 
 
But he was a bit more tolerant, 
and every once in awhile, 
He treated the hands respectful, 
sometimes, he would even smile. 

	Sure, he had his slip-ups, 
	but most of his time was well spent, 
	And when he was bad, he was sorry, 
	the very definition of the word repent. 
 
On the day he passed from this world, 
he went grinning without a sound. 
And no one here has ever forgotten, 
the day the Circuit Preacher came to town.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Immigrant

Sorry if I came here illegally

My country lacked opportunity

So this is how it had to be

Never took anything from you

Paid my taxes just like you

Society let the color of my skin in

But shamed my people and culture

I chased the American dream

As Americans wanted all my people to leave

I adapted to your culture

Your way of life

What more can I do

To say that I truly appreciate the red,white and blue


Thank you for reading. Visit jorgesouthkorea.com for more poems and writings that I have written.


Details | Free verse | |

Truth

We each must believe in something to exist

Whether self is king or that in certain vice
To delegate a chance or that in some roll of the dice
Some our content in stoic & mundane
Wile others our frankly mentally insane

For the mighty God has done great things for me

Within pivotal yet fruitless gain or from borrowed chase
A reckless abandonment to an empty corpse shell
An angelic fervor of sorted chasm intact 
For stregnth comes in like a flood

Just suppose we just faintly disagree
This does not negate the real fact of spiritual equality
We each represent a stoic source in truth
Yet devided we sore vex call it a viable truce

Through a barrage in ample demonstrative approach to appease

For the mighty God has done great things for me
With painted stone freshly on the outside patio decorum intact
Tolerance is never an issue anymore
Set in stone its attributes deminish through a slight in hand

Hoping that someday soon we will surely live to understand

For the mighty God has done great things for me
With his mercies endure from age to age
Through frolic in twilight pasture
In ardent song within its smoked filled room laughter

This in effect prepares no one for the great here after?


Details | Rhyme | |

My dog is a scientist

My dog is a scientist
And thought I never see
I think he has a lab set up
Right underneath me

I sometimes see him reading
The paper on the floor
Mums says it’s all in my head
But I never can ignore

At night I hear noises
And see lights from below
He’s making something special
I really want to know

Then one day I heard a noise
Coming from outside
It was giant space ship
And my dog was there inside

He didn’t see me watching
But I don’t think that he thought
That anyone was watching
Or that he would get caught

The next morning I woke up
Lying in my bed
Had I been dreaming
Was it all in my head?

And then I saw the clue
That would give him away
His reading glasses on his head
As he slept that day

I gently woke him up
And showed the glasses there
He looked a little startled
I told him I didn’t care

He told me all dogs are scientists
And live on earth in disguise
And work on secret projects
As dogs are very wise

So next time look at your dog
Take a closer look
For it probably is a scientist
Reading that mechanical book!


Details | Sonnet | |

Tea Pot

I believe a tea pot circles the solar system.
And within that tea pot is my genie God.
The God that hears all our petty prayers.
The God the made the birds, bees and frogs.

My genie God spit into clay and made you
from the potter’s clay that made His tea pot.
He formed humankind, all the animals,
the plants, His light makes the sun hot.

I believe everyone should pray to my genie God.
He simply made us just like He made His pot.
He made you because He loves you and created
you. He listens to your every thought. 

And if you fail to believe in my genie God,
you will burn in Hell or live life as a frog.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Mighty Oak

This is a story to be told
About a man of old
He said that he would 
Never rise

In the ground would he reside
Never would he face God
His remains would rot and make sod
So he a plan devised

This plan totally made by man
On his grave he would have placed
Ten inches cement fully ingraved
Never would he come out of that ground

He would have a ton of dirt all around
No way would his body come out
No way would he rise and shout
Just rot and rot and decay

Then one day a squirrel would play
Right on his grave he did stay
Chewing a nut to get to meat
He just wanted a treat to eat

Something frightened the squirrel away
Then it rained right away on that day
Leaving the acorn exposed to sprout
Then the angels all did shout

That acorn sent down a shoot
That shoot began to take root
From that a mighty oak
Large enough for hundreds of post

Sent its tendrils of roots around
Coming up from the ground
Forcing open that slab of cement
His body rose with a lament


Details | I do not know? | |

Watch a tape and see...

To sin today...is nothing...for it's free...
Have you indulged...what sin have you  looked into...
The juicy type...the dark secret worlds...
Can you even tell someone...are you on the other side...
What rightist person are you...church isn't till Sunday...
Or do you do the seven day...you know the TV thing...
For seven days to make you watch...just like in some book they talk...
What have they got to do...what shows can be this strong...
Are you that glued to indulge in song...
What a life have you to lead...do they tell you what you need...
Buy this...See who...trust in us...you know what we do...
Seven days and even taped...you watch again no mistake...
To sin today...is nothing...for it's free...
Watch a tape and you will see...


Details | Free verse | |

How Do You Price a Smile?

Is it $1.99?
$9.99?
Or Mastercard's priceless?
I don't know....
But it's one way to grow...
To share a smile
No price too much...
Shows you have,
That human touch.


Details | Free verse | |

Broken Promises

The spirit of the age has tempered vile degrade
In desolation it's will torn wild
We send vomit into letters exposed to loosened fetters
Strangers
Erupted in mass chaos in its plausible quest
The more we want so the more we in turn invest
We wait in idol fancy as some lost souls in Sid & Nancy
We hurt then tie the tube getting loose lube filled with screws
We plummage into a violent existance isn't it relevant?
We think were alone yet we never are cause God is still in charge
In social regard toward difficult matters that appease
We lose sight of love & social need
In foot steps drawn in the sand someday we may learn & understand
In columns of rescued menure pile in its claim
The world outside is totally insane
A casual encounter with a so called friend?
The next day you got Aids, now you got pain!
The choices we make to appease the mind
In columns of choiced red, blue & brown....


Broken promises through its shattered glass filled with pain
Broken promises  can easily drive a man insane
A court jester will amuse the crowd as long as there is an occasion
Perhaps society is in need of a break on a long awaited vacation?
Closed minded sentiments filled in vile affection
The novice gets hungry stops at his local 7 eleven
Promises made in the dark have come full circle into the light
Broken Promises with advant garde choices made in the night
Elaborate decorum in want of passage;
We last a minute & grieve as the savage!


Details | Sonnet | |

Winter in the Garden

Each winter the Ladder Backed Woodpecker
taps at the barked notches of apple trees.
The leaves have fallen and frost plasters the
limbs brittle enough to break by wind or weight.

This is when the Ladder Backed attacks.
Digs its beak deep into the trunk and pries
out her secret. This is when the woodpecker
sees itself exposed, the strange chagrin,

a grownups mind, ashamed of knowledge.
This is the same season our sad aged parents
were thrown out of the garden. This is when
the thought of good and evil broke bones,

limbs fell off, birds ripped through to the core, 
and a jealous God made us stewards of the world.





Details | I do not know? | |

Why Is Old Man Noah Wearing A Snorkel And Scooba Fins?

 A thundered storm sends down water as like as being delivered down
in over abundantly filled buckets.
Woe is we...
What to dew? 
Why is Noah over there building that over sized boat? ...
Does he think we will soon be treading through a watered like moat? 
Why is old man Noah leading animals up that ramp in pairs? 
Who knows? , Who cares? 
Why is old man Noah sporting a snorkel and scooba fins? 
Does he think this rain will never end? 
Why is old man Noah loading that boat up with all his belongings? 
When is this bloody rain storm going to quit? 
Little did Noah's neighbors and friends realize that they were without
a clue or that they were short on wit.
A wiser man or neighbor would figure it out...
It was way too late as they banged and knocked on old man Noah's
door...
There would no longer be dry days, no more.
They laughed at old man Noah for the very last day...
They would pay for their stupidity with their very own lives-Yes
they would. 
 
 


Details | Free verse | |

Confessions

If there comes a day
when the preacher's politicians
control the state
Phinehas will rise from his grave
round up the gays
and send them down 
to Guantanamo Bay
to entertain the Muslims.
The Kingdom's minions 
will hammer in the heads
of our tender young 
the creation in seven drub
social welfare is evil
and God's top ten rules.
Which I must say
rules are meant to be broken.
And if that day comes 
when our children must pray
and Jesus is the only way
I and my liberal 
secular humanist
co-conspirators
will be taken out back 
beaten naked and shot
for refusing to accept
that Christ died for us.
Or worse yet
sent to a re-eduction camp
to sing Cumbaya.
Unless, of course
we move to Canada.


Dean Walker


Details | I do not know? | |

The Awful Marriage

Why get stuck in an awful marriage forever more.
Never again will you be able to soar.
Only one,
You will be able to adore.
Only you won’t adore,
But you will regret forever more.
Between freedom you’ll be torn.
In a marriage I’ll never be scorn.
It’s a curse forever worn.
I fell sorry for the ones this disease hath born.


Details | Free verse | |

Last Monday

The Catholics came to Junior school last Monday
And took my sister out of Maths
The rules had changed
They'd read The Book
Averages could no longer be taught in class

"One, plus one, plus one, the teacher said, equals three
And divided by three is one.
But Jesus, plus God, plus the Holy Ghost equals,
One
And divided by three is

Infinite Power!"

My hamster passed away last Monday
His soul left to be judged
I hope that when the good are numbered
That God knows how to count.


Details | ABC | |

BROKEN HEARTED AND BUSTED

BROKEN HEARTED AND BUSTED



Broken hearted and busted by the woman I trusted
When she fooled with the bachelor next door.
He’s tall, good looking and works out with weights
Living off income from family before.

She claims it is I who must shoulder the blame
For her ongoing need for a another.
I worked to much and played to little
Though she still loves me like a brother.

So here I dwell in my sportsman’s camper
Parked at a rest stop just outside of town.
She got the house, child support and alimony
Which will last till I’m dead in the ground.

What was I thinking of when I married her
I must have been blinded by lust.
Thank heaven I’m free of her wicked ways
To search for my angel of trust.

I pray for a women to love me again
Though I’m stripped of my worldly wealth.
Lost in the haze of tears and sorrow
As my sadness overwhelms my health.

They say all is fair in politics and love
So prepare for the unexpected.
There’s nothing worse than to give of yourself
To wake up and find you’re rejected.


By Tom Zart


Details | Bio | |

My Bio

My name is Mr. Moore,
And I’m 5’2”.
If you’re a young a black male,
I care about you.
I am the father of two daughters,
And the husband of one.
I believe in running,
Until the race is done.
I appreciate music,
I appreciate it much.
I am a drummer,
With a distinct touch.
I enjoy the sound of a saxophone,
And if you mention Jesus Christ,
IT’S ON.
I play both drums,
And sax by ear.
I can play the rhythmic notes,
If they are near.
I like counting money,
Because I’m crazy about math.
I have a little "hooping" skills,
So don’t get in my path.
I had coached for five years,
Being champs of the final three.
Was put out at the buzzer,
The first two were defeats.
I had been with “The Academy”,
For eight years now.
“Tricks of the Trade”,
Was about showing young men how.
I am unique,
And like a little rhythm.
That is why I wrote,
“My Bio” to be a poem.


Details | Narrative | |

Decastich-FABERETTE

Faberette
is the name of my wild
and incorrigible cat...
down the stairs she scurries
to keep intruders off my door; 
and she, with her sharps claws,
challenges the most vicious dogs,
who would like a match
on my newly carpeted floor...
without letting me breaking up the fight!  


Faberette,
eat your food and grow strong,
they will be back with their groan,
but your meows won't do much;
let me teach you how to win a fight
and keep them off for good...
more faith you must have in me!
Faberette...
come here and jump in my lap;
Faberette...there's  no need for fright!


They haven't bothered you for a week now,
they must have sensed a change indeed;
and like friendly dogs they play and crawl,
instead of pulling off your spotted fur!
And cautiously you mingle with them with minimal fear...
can cats and dogs in friendship suceed?
But a word of caution I should make you aware of,
not all of them can change
and remain tame for long...
Faberette, be slicker than they are!


Faberette,
on my leather couch lies
under a warm blanket...
I pat her, and her feline eyes
flash the warmest glow; and I couldn't be
more proud of this wonderful pet,
keeping me company and share moments of joy!
And on her birthday, I even buy her a kitten toy!
O Faberette,
my adorable cat!
 

     


Details | Narrative | |

GETTING INTO THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT

Getting into the Christmas spirit,
by examining my introspection
and making new plans for the future;
and sparking up your imagination...
could anyone imagine me dressed
as Santa Claus, who never has the minimal time
to watch a log consumed by a crackling fire?
Think again, I could be that Saint Nicholas so bold! 



Prejudice is not a part of this Christmas Season,
all kinds of people, of different ages and races, 
celebrate it; and it may vary from country to country
with traditions as far as Saturnalia or Yuletide...
that was a time when pagans started this festivity,
and with the birth of Jesus, the Christians
adopted these traditions as their own...
so should we object and put them aside?    



Getting into the Christmas spirit,
unpacking decorations for my new Christmas Tree, 
from boxes that waited too long for this day of joy;
and even my toddler, Jack, comes downstairs tripping,
handing me Grandma's favorite star, which
she had hidden away into a treasure chest so jealously,
to place on the top of this forest-scented pine tree...
when we all gather and sing," Silent Night."  



Getting into the Christmas spirit, 
adding, not taking away names from my long list;
and even though these are tough economic times,
I plan to be generous to all without feeling the pinch!
Give the very best of your intentions,
either in gift or in warmest embrace;
give and be content to catch that infant's smile in the distance; 
the tender smile of the Holiest Child, who will give of Himself!  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

No God

If I could spill my soul
onto the floor or a skillet
let my heartbeat liquid 
and spell out a creation song

I would yell, yell, yelp!
Yelp, about my unfolding self
and just how magnificent
I have become because Jesus

Christ, Krishna, Muhammad,
told me something beautiful
and that fragile bubble
which protected me, myself

burst into reality and me
just I may not my self and I
crumble to the science
of no God without proof.

POOF!


Dean Walker


Details | Acrostic | |

BRIGHT DRESSES AND SHARP SUITS

Most women on Easter Sunday 
Morning wear festive and elegant
Bonnets to match their bright
Dresses; men wear lighter, sharp
Suits with cheery feeling, not the
Usual dark ones that are so
Depressing and their neckties must be 
Perfect! Coming out of the church in
Throngs, they seem brides and grooms 
Again...chatting and smiling at one 
Another, knowing that He was,
Risen and gone to Heaven to 
Prepare a place for them and their
Children...shouldn't they rejoice   
Today? And sitting at an exquisite 
Table they say Grace, while Easter  
Eggs and bunnies tempt them with their 
Lively colors and sweet smell! Even the 
Dogs and cats hide underneath the table for
An unforgettable, delicious dessert!


Entered in Brian Strand's Contest, "An Easter Picture"


Details | Sonnet | |

Global Trot

I’m out of my mind but I am just perfect and just fine.
I went around the world and what a blast it was for me.
I’m sent with a message from a golden gate master key.
I shook I rattled and I rolled brand new maps I did align.

I founded you and I demolished you but swam like a fish in line.
I ran to and fro as I was left behind thrown forward but I did see.
It is a global trot I tell you to survive naked or dressed just to be.
And then it came to be true and real that this was mine all mine.

So I sit in the seat with no defeat.
The world goes stupid and so mad,
But I stay clean and of course neat,
It’s just a silly little one time life fad.

Pain and suffering has just about killed me and you,
Together or apart it is a world we will always renew!


®Registered: Ann Rich   2009


Details | Monorhyme | |

G for ganja

G for God -
G for ganja!
G for good -
G for ganja!
G for great -
G for ganja!
G for gold -
G for ganja!
I wonder
What a stanza!


Details | Free verse | |

God tastes like snackcakes

caught beneath a nautilus
rudders spinning, cutting my breath
into bubbles that pop on the surface
i never thought i'd get my wish
when i asked to taste the dead sea

salt and spit and sweat and piss
i'm drowning in all of it
head beneath the waves
staves prickling from each and every crayfish
coral reef scraping my flesh
and nobody sees me waving wildly
i'll die before i sleep with fishes
i laugh at the contradiction
then slowly float backwards
head collapsed from pressure
eyes swollen shut from sodium
cuts in the splint of the fissure

spasms in my side
my heart begins to quake
that's when i died and found out
god tastes like...

(okay, so i'm offered a snackcake... and i give a polite "no thanks." i then get this 
strange retort in effect. i couldn't get it out of my head all day.)


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Dance ... ' (Part 2 of 2)

‘ The  Dance … ’


Oh … How I Love To Dance
Why … Do I Love To Dance ? …
Its Rhythmic … Its Ritual
… The Body is So Beautiful ! …

Once … I Saw The Ocean Groove
… That’s The Way, I Want to Move
Earth-Spinning, Round and Round
Don’t You Know … We All Get Down ?

Don’t You Know, What The Good-Book Says
‘God’ … Moves in Mysterious Ways
That Is Why I Love To Dance …
… His Empire, Moves In Elegance !

Lord, Have Mercy, Keep Moving Me
Moving and Grooving, to Your Glory !
Blood-Flowing, Lung – Breathe
‘ The Spirit ‘, is Zooming … You Better Believe !

( Just Look At It Move ‘His’ Girl, MoonBee !_

Acrobat, Hip-Hop, Ballet
Art of Tap, Polka, Reggae’
You Can Do It !… I Know You Can
Just Listen, To That Bible – Band ! …

Music … Just Adds Motivation
Stirs A Soul To Celebration
Dancing … is A Declaration
We’re On Cruise-Control, In His Creation !

Dancing … Can Be A Holy Act
God, and His Son … Like It, Like That
So, Nod Your Head … Do The Wave
Signal ! … You Want To Be Saved !

Don’t Be Shy … At Situation
Meet Me At ‘ The Revelation’
They’re Opening Up, The Garden – Gate
… Hurry Now … Don’t Be Late !

Cherubs, gonna’ Let Us In
No Cover Charge … Bring A Friend
Oh ‘Son of God’ … Please Partner Me
… Dance Me To Eternity !

Oh, How I Love To Dance
It’s A Rhythm – Romance
Passion – Performance
Yes Lord … I Love To Dance

Dance! … into Eternity
Dance! … Better Than A Fantasy
Dance! … Universal Dance Floor
Dance! … Don’t You Wanna’ Dance Some More ?

Dance ! … Now, Can’t You See ? …
Dance ! … We Gon’   P a r t y !
Dance With This Girl, thru The Galaxy
Dance With The Stars and The Only MoonBee

Boys Shout ! … ‘Bring On The Dancing Girls !’
God’s Making A Wonder World
Them … Us … You … and Me …
Still Moving … To His Mystery !

           Now Dance ….


Details | Rhyme | |

Best Friends Forever

You are my best friend,
Until the very end.
We acted liked cake and ice cream,
So thick and so thin.
In Autumn, we played together,
Until the leaves off the tree began to decay.
We also keep in touch. And our houses weren't far away.
We both went to same school and classes,
But our love for our classmates never lasted.
No one can come between you and me. 
Because we are friends until infinity.
Nothing can separate me from your love you showed.
Now, that you aren't here,
There are debts that I must owe. 
Just wish that the good times were still here,
And we can still laugh and spread some cheer


Details | Carpe Diem | |

the ultimate makeover: how to make your money right

God is the ultimate source of all that you will need
He can give you your heart's desire, just abide by Him in deed
but the real heart of the matter is where your treasures lie
should also be the place where your heart resides

according to the book of Malachi, 
the last prophet in the Old Testament
the church's money was not right  for the congregation 
would not contribute towards the rent
whenever you worship in any house of God, 
you must comprehend and see
that it's the members tithes and offerings 
that maintain the church's property
Malachi had been sent to tell the members 
about the Lord God's command
they then rebelled, and became disobedient
falling short of God's master plans

yet all that you think you own
really belongs to the Lord God
and you have been blessed 
with what you possess
only because of His regards
If your money is not right
It might be because of your behavior
by not following God's Commands 
to  tithe and atone for Jesus Christ the savior
just repent to the Lord God
and confess that you have been remiss
for your money might not get right until
you abide by His promises
just give the Lord His tithes
and offerings that are always due
and only ten percent 
is what He does ask of you
then He will open the windows of heaven
to let blessings come down in abundancy
give as has been given to you
reciprocate God's generosity
understand that disobedient, 
rebellious and unyielding minds
will not prosper not be profitable 
when dealing with God's Kind
for obedience and sacrifice 
will lead you to God's milk and honey
but if you continue to selfish
then your money will stay funny

so whenever you receive a word from God
just do as He expects
sacrifice, compromise
and don't forget to sign the check
the ultimate makeover
having your finances 
come to God's sight
give as the Lord God gave to you
and then your money might get right


Details | Cowboy | |

Toothie's Wild Turkey

It always seemed year after year
When Thanksgivin’ time came near—
That Toothie, our ol’ grouch coosie
Fixed chow that was a doozie.

And every year he just swore
Would be better that before—
‘Course it always was just jerky
And not tasty wild turkey!

This year Toothie was diffident—
Swore it would be different—
Got mouths waterin’ fer drumsticks
And no more of his dumb tricks.

And sure ‘nuff on that turkey day,
It was roastin’ right away—
Though it sure looked long and skinny—
We wouldn’t whine or whinny.

Though it did seem to have long ears,
None of us had any fears—
And we belched as was our habit
Though we knew it was jack rabbit!

That feast turned out to be our best
On a campfire I would guess—
Ol’ Toothie sure enough came through
With his roasted ‘turkey’ stew.

So it would be a year again
Till that coosie was our friend—
When he promised again the bird
And we took him on his word! 



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Charlemagne

Germanic proverb
Do not squeeze the Charlemagne 
Sanguine pious prose


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This is what I sing

Thank you God for loving me
Help me be more Jesusee
Help me do the things you like
Morning, noon all through the night
Thank you God for loving me
Help me be more Jesusee


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Why I Put Pen To Paper (A Poet's Prayer)

Some of my poems may bring a tear to your eye
And some of them may make you cry
But that is why I write
To help family and friends get through the night
And to keep them company 
Until the first rays of the daylight

Some of my poems are funny
But isn't that better than the ones that make your nose runny?!
However--I don't have any about the Easter Bunny...

Most of my poems are about The Man who died on Calvary
Who bled and died upon the tree
So we can live with Him in Heaven for all Eternity

But regardless--have a nice Resurrection Day!
That is all I have to say to you today
'Cept for I hope one day with your company--
I hope to have a payday...Hey what can I say?!

Anyway--that is why I put pen to paper
To tell everyone about My Lord and Saviour

Nighty Night Night--before you go to sleep tonight
Why don't you get on your knees to pray?
Now rest your weary head and go to bed
Turn off the light...
And sweet dreams--'fore you know it--
It will be daylight!

From
The Desk of Pamela
The Poet Who Knows It!!!


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Sidewalk Scribbles

CJ scrawls out
his initials
saying in black ink
this is his turf.

I dare not step
on the 4-letter word
engraved in stone
lest it ruin my day.

Some sweet child of God
writes, "GOD IS GOOD"
all over the park
in pink chalk.

Lovers carve
their lettered kisses
into hearts
set in stone
that make me smile;
love is such
a happy thing!

The dog left
thankfully only
footprints.

Mother Nature
dropped some leaves
to imprint themselves
upon the walk.

I haven't left my mark
yet

maybe I will tomorrow.

SKB
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera


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The Single Lamb

I am but a single Lamb
One of many in a flock
When I speak to the Lord
I do not stutter as I talk
Think that’s why I love to write
Fluent as one could be
When I try to speak the words
It’s impossible for me
Bugs bunny and I are alike
Hbad-uh , hebad-uc. hbad-uh
Right by our name
What ever in life we may do
That’s our claim to fame


I'll be the first to admit that the humor  
is a little dry - This is based on my life - 
Most of my life I stuttered - still do but
I've made my peace with it - tilt your
head to the left then twitch real fast 
while batting your eyes To get the full 
effect of the h-bad-uh h-bad-uh line.


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Umbrella Shall Save Ya

                    Loudly he boasts 
        that he's got the strongest faith
           as ecstatically he exclaims,
              "Your  faith shall save ya!"

             He prays that it won't rain, 
                believing that it won't,
   as he stands there, using as a cane, 
                   a furled umbrella!


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A Pastor's Wish

Oh how I wish our church would grow,
seems our attendance has been low.

What great blessings our church could reap,
if only they would stop falling asleep.

The sanctuary was too hot or maybe cold,
why not buy softer pews I am often told.

The music was too loud or sermon too long,
you never sing my favorite song.

Just one week without a complaint,
so unbelievable I would probably faint.

The basement floods and the van don’t work,
then the council fired my only clerk.

There are those who gossip and fight,
who stir up trouble just for spite.

So I am also a fireman and a cop,
as well as a baby-sitter nonstop.

Oh how I wish my church would grow,
so I could meet new people I didn’t know.









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A Life Tray

A day is coming and passes away.
Memories are adding in a Life tray.
Few good or wrong and bad occasions,
Cycling in a cycle but all in seasons.

Fate is treating in a same defeating,
Unfortunate person is always waiting.
Working hard but admitting a mistake,
Wasting his time and fishing on a Lake.

One day will come I’ll be a fortunate,
I will tease my mate to reach at late.
Money will play a game to roll overcome,
When she‘ll love me I‘ll open a bear drum.

We’ll dance together to sing a song,
A day‘ll come brighter after a dark long.
Money has a life but life is nothing,
Opportunity is risk, achieving something.


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THOUGHTS OF GOD, FREE

I THINK,
(GODFREY THOUGHT)
… I’LL SHORTEN MY NAME!

GOD’S NAME IS I AM
MY NAME IS GODFREY

I AM GODFREY,
GOD IS I AM;
THEREFORE,
I AM GOD

I THINK, THEREFORE I AM
GOD THINKS, THEREFORE I AM
THEREFORE, 
I AM GOD

I AM, IN LATIN,
IS “SUM”

GOD
IS THE SUM
OF ALL THINGS

GOD IS THE I AM
OF ALL THINGS

GOD IS THE I AM
OF ME
THEREFORE,
I AM GOD

SO, AS I SAID,
(SAID GODFREY),
I THINK
I’LL SHORTEN MY NAME – 

TO FREY!!


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Isn't It funny

Isn't it funny how we happened?
We met,
Something must have clicked,
I thought of you

I admired you from a distance,
As did you
I never thought you would ever like me,
You never thought I would like you
But I did,
And so did you

Isnt it funny how we grew to like each other?
More and more,
Day by day,
And either one of us saw the other one did?

I thought you were the most beautiful thing Ive seen,
But never thought it would happen
Although I wanted it to,
I never thought you liked me.
Little did I know, you did
And little did you know, I did as well

You always watched out for me
I wanted to tell you I liked you
Everytime I got close,
Id say something else

Then one day,
We came up with the courage to tell each other
You asked me out,
I said yes.
Together at last,
The love was so strong.

Isn't it funny we understood each other so well?
We could speak without words,
Id understand you and you understood me
Nothing could interfere

But I was wrong
Isnt it funny one person could do so much damage?
We were so close,
She pulled you away
You were there occasionally but oh so faintly

You were always there with me
But your hardly there now
I wait for you to come back
But sometimes you never come
And then Im alone

Isnt it funny how much it can hurt?
But the person you love is so blind to it?
I want him to see it
I want it to stop
Will you come back?
I wonder if he will ever see what is hurting me so.
I will wait for you to come back,
At least for as long as I can,
Or as long as I can hold out for...


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Imagine This

At the break of dawn
is that midnite loving
I give to my sweet lady
Embracing her with my warmth touch
Caressing every bumps and curves with my tender kiss
We gazed into each other eyes building that attraction that soon will bust
Hormones jumping beyond our control
She takes my hands and guides me to her favorite spot
I slowly remove my hands and reminded her that`s not the way the game starts 
She plea and beg me to give her that sexual healing
I finally agree with her and took her to that next dimension
Foreplay, roleplay, we play together
Ecstasy, fantasies, heavenly she`s turned on by me
She ask me for that relaxation that made her so tense
So I lick her up till I put her mind at rest
I lay next toher watch her as she lay fast asleep
Admiring the beautiful angel that God sent to me.


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He Preached That Last Year

when the Pastor stepped up to the pulpit and then started to preach
someone in the congregation stood up and then screeched
"Pastor, I'm sure you preached that last year,
 we all need to here something new up in here"
I thought to myself that was not right
for every sermon and scripture have different insight
it's not the actual words you must learn
but the message from the Spirit  you must discern

so the Pastor continued on with his talk
told that church member "be quiet and do not balk,
for the words that I speak to you this day
if you but listen and learn may affect you another way
yes, I might have spoken from this same scripture
but the spiritual message may give you a whole new picture
if  the words and the sermon seem familiar in your mind
maybe the Spirit is trying to tell you, you didn't get it the first time"

there are many people who fail to see and understand 
that the word of God is universal to each and every man
as we all don't hear and comprehend just the same
but we know the power of the message is that God does reign

so if you ever hear someone use the same speech
don't be rude and tell them you've already heard them preach
just maybe there's a reason why YOU are still sitting there
for if the message does not penetrate NOW, maybe you'll get it next year




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I DON'T KNOW !

If he ever knows at all 
It means he does not  know
Knowing is a thing off the mind
Only of the minds of who cares to know.

I once met him who says he knows not
For all he thinks he knows was the unknown
In the land where the fear of the unknown is known
The land full of honey, milk  and tons of thorns

I never knew he knows not that he knew   
For whenever he is asked if this land was once blessed
All that he mouths to the crowd is that he knows not
But we knew that he was once a known coward unknowingly

Those who refuse to know of yesterday became the unknown
When the tons of thorns of today came knocking hard on them
We all chorused we don’t know if they are being fed with thorns
For they pretend not to know when our  land became sour.


Alayande Stephen T.
1.30am
18th of April,2006

Meant for the cowards and the betrayals of our struggle.
Those who ought to speak out, but for the fear of the unknown
They sold the struggle and became prey for the known


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Life's Lessons

Every lesson earned
Should be a lesson learned
Some lessons hard
Some not so bad
Some have made you laugh
Other's have made you sad
Through it all, you should live, learn and grow
The book "A Journey of Life's Lessons" (short stories in poetic form of inspiration 
and self reflection)
 by C.L.Givens. It will have contents pertaining to you or someone you know
Check it out at Amazon.com 
Buy it for yourself or for a loved one


Peace & Blessings


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Some Guys

Some Guys are nasty, Some are not,
Some are pigs and some are hot.

Some shave their face, Some don't,
Some shave their legs but others won't.

Some are boring, some are great,
Some annoy, and some aggrivate.

Some run slow, some run fast,
But don't forget they all pass gas.


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It Touched Me

It touched me this morning!
Unknowing 
And not expecting,
It entered through my bedroom window.
I was not sure what it was,
But, yet it touched me.
At first, just my face felt it,
Then my body felt the warmth
Of the touch, the heat.
It was all powerful.
It made me do 
That, which I had not
Wanted to do.
It made me jump up.
It made me scream,
“What time is it?!?
I’m late for work!”
Thank God
For His touch
With the fingers
Of sunshine’s rays.


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Appetite for Light

The light
It peeks through
The Venetian blinds
As I rise to greet the day

It pokes
As if to say
“Hey you, get up!”
With it said, I do

This sunlight
It’s a gift from 
Heaven itself
Bestowed unto us

Ironically it appears
Pretty much the same time
Each day, as God opens His
Refrigerator to get a bite to eat


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Dialing God's Number

I'm phoning the Lord,
I hope he picks up,
I must register a complaint,
About something that ain't,
For me, no over-runneth cup,

My lawyer ran away,
With what money I had,
And I treated him so well
That weasely old cad...

Yes, turns out my lawyer was bad,
Left me here broken, crying
 hopeless, and terribly sad...

I got a busy signal,
Would expect little less,
It's true of my life, 
I've made such a mess...

Ten minutes later
 I tried once again,
And my luck held, bad
as it usually does
Bad luck, not good,
it always appears was

This time I cried,
Out loud, thoughts
turned quite obscene,
Seems I am the first one
to get God's answering
machine


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Eve's Revenge

You creep amongst my garden
You sneaky thing
Slender and brilliantly green -
Terrifying yet so beautiful.
A serpent from ages past
A tempting devil of a pest
An ancient rival 
I think upon your test
A fruit so sweet of what’s to be
Why you gave that sweet to me
And why not him
I ask -
As I squash your tiny body
Under my heel.


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God Knows Who I Am

When I went to dress for Church today
I thought, what should I wear
I'm not a dress type person
So there's no worries there
I tried on a striped shirt
But it didn't go with my jeans
And the next one that I looked at 
Had a rip in the seam
I picked up this, I tried on that
The green one makes me show my fat
Halfway down my closet
A black tee shirt I see
It said 'Wrangler Bull Riders'
That's the one! It has to be!
It does go with my jeans. 


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Free as a Bird (2004)

The Beatles said it’s the next best thing to be
But how can one ever be really free?
Everywhere you look there are walls of constraint 
Some people never utter a complaint
They don’t want to break free 
So long as you’re not causing harm
Why does life and people bite of your arm?
Wish you can go and no one would know
Wish you can choose the one you want rather than need
Wish your spirit was freed?
It’s the next best thing to be I heard
 Free as a bird


poemsbyrb@hotmail.com


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I Am Who God Made Me

I am who God made me
That’s all I have to say
If you have any compliments or complaints
all you have to do is pray


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Closed For Renovation

It was a sign,
Hung on heaven's gate,
I know, I saw it,
It'd just be my fate

What happened?
The angels all on vacation?
The Heavenly Father at the beach?
Is this what bible school taught me?
That God is temporarily out of reach?

Guess I'll just hang around,
No bargain- basement shopping for me,
I like cool surroundings,
Not blistering heat, that's key,...

I gotta look on the bright side
It could have been much worse,
If it'd said, "Under New Management",
Oh, dear God, that would have been a curse.


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The Poisonous Snake

You dangerous viper go away
and leave me on my own.
You are a lion and a thief,
trying to steal God's throne.

You shook your fist in anger.
You rebelled against your King.
Someday, Satan, you will pay
for causing me this suffering.

God is angry, Rightfully so.
His creations have turned away.
But his children will rejoice
on the day that Satan pays.