Around the corner (20141010)
What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view,
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you?
Two terribly tired turtles
Which wearily weathered wars,
Survived cyclical separations,
Regretfully raised rebellious rascals.
Seemingly securely safe-shelled,
Ironically intently imagining inside
Future failures, follies, fallouts
Won’t waste, wreck, wipe-out their world.
Keeping cool. Keeping calm. Keep continuing!
Blindly burroughing. Blindly blustering, believing
Learning lingers, life lingers, love lingers.
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you?
What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view?
riddles N' rainbows paintbrush the day
summer's heaviness invades
rain circumvents geraniums
ant's N' azaleas dance through sidewalks
where tiny green grass creep 'neath weeds
to see sun seed grey with bright
frogs N' grasshoppers flop along
when storm clouds bend beyond old oak trees
boys N' girls skip rope,
Double Dutch N' such
up N' down the cul de sac curve
moms N' dads pretend everything's ok
when they've long since strayed away
from light N' love
gloves come off
when lights go out
they scream N' shout
the children barely notice
yet they'll feel the coldness N' cold shoulders
as it's gets colder N' colder
just not days N' nights like now
fuss N' fights have no place
right here N' right now
along these roasting roads
where ticky tack homes
where riddles N' rainbows paintbrush the day
summer's heaviness invades
as nature n' naïve children play...
Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
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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
The whole house was dim
Only the oven flames burning
We couldn't find you
Our blood began churning
We scoured each room
Our heartbeats are yelling
To find you alone
Deranged and repelling
You stink of poison
It seeps through your skin
An odor so potent
So easy to pin
I smell the resin
Of two day old sweat
Your eyes somehow open
With no signs of regret
A vision of a junkie
No more and no less
To weak to confront it
Just claim duress
Your cheeks sunken deeply
Thinned to the bone
A look made of stone
Lips dried to crust
Spoke like a child
Eyes blank and dilated
The sirens grew closer
You resisted the aid
I promised you solace
But you can’t be afraid
A few hours later
You were awake
I begged of you
To know what’s at stake
You created two angels
That will surely turn sour
Blame it all on yourself
Its their souls you’ll devour
When the urges arise
Remember the day
We found you alone
JUST A HEARTBEAT AWAY
Dogs Dig Dirty
Holly and Harold
Fabulously Fantastic Father
Son who Shines Sunshine!
©Holly P. Moore
My Love ,My Wife,
It’s all love,
Red is love,
My Love, Love you,
Red color of Love,
Blood is All Red,
From a Black, White, yellow, Albino
It’s all Red and Universal,
Red is Love,
Always I will be for you,
My Rib is for you,
When not there, misses you Big,
My love, Your Love,
My Love, will always Love You,
Dots of light dotted the dome
Displaying dismal disks
Halfhearted innuendos of harmony
Repetitive, unremarkable recordings
Minimally interesting, middle class, mediocre
Small wonder he thought, smirking, smarting
Discipline dismissed, discarded
Replaced with fun, funk and fad
Foolishness fueled Fukem, he fumed
No more, no more, no more
The military, military school, immediately!
Parents play party
Soft savory sweet
Fun for all
As adults go away
Leaving little lambs
Corpulent cottagers clapping like clowns
a fat Friday festival, gobblers and gowns.
Merry mad munchers of muffins and mirth
do-si-do dumbly, eaters of earth.
Champagne sugar shoved in a shoe
If love lasts not long, love handles will do.
Feel fond fun fund
Oomph observes opt
Notes nurture none
Deep delight drops
Frame finesse fond
Ask apt appeal
Mind mirrors morn
Live lasting light
Yes yields younger
Meet moving might
Etch each eater
Apt apes after
Love lights laughter
22 December 2014
Lovely little Lenny,
Laughing loudly, lucious,
Likes licking lollies,
Learning lots lately,
Lightweight lithsome livewire
Their destiny, or whatever was left of it,
Was shown to them in black and white print.
Their property and earnings were neatly split
"You kids can't wait till we are dead, now isn't it?"
The old man's words were laughed off by them, although they were not a jest,
The words carried utter disappointment, and a dash of regret.
They would be carted off to a shelter for the old and weakened,
Live in separate wings and meet each other every second weekend.
As the kids and lawyers reeled off on how it was a wonderful opening,
They asked for some time to reflect on the dealing.
As the young blood left for their plush homes,
The lady scribbled something on a note.
The sunset silhouette of the couple showed them kneeling,
Thanking Almighty, even after everything.
Next, when the neighbors found the old couple sleeping forever,
They saw seven words on the suicide letter.
With a will stapled to give everything to charity,
It said," We chose our own dregs of destiny."
Always, Are, All
Each, Evenly, Extended
Hands, Honorably, Holding
Good, Gracious, Gratitude
Being, Beholder’s, Blessings
Trying, Teaching, Them
Life’s, Learned, Lessons
Unconditional, underlying, Undeserving
Christ’s, Chosen, Children
I am valuable but not worth any price
I am precious but far more than gold
I am productive but not for abuse
I can talk but not to be abused of talking
I am hardworking but not to be a slave
I am a wife but I am an individual too
I am a mother but I'm just human
I am strong but I get tired too,
I am in flesh, so I need rest
I care but I value myselft first and foremost
I am kind but need kindness too
I listen but not to be lied to
I run the house but I deserve to run myself too
I am the help meet but I need support too
I understand but not to be misunderstood
I provide but I need to be provided for too
I run the kitchen but I need to run my self too
I am the housewife but I am a wife too,
I am married, to my husband, not the house!
I love but I should not be taken for granted
I am weak but not to be raped, beated and scratched
I am submissive and obedient but not to be exercised power abuse on
I am a cheerful giver but not to be robbed
I am soft but not to have my blood squeezed out,
I am full of life but not to be taken away from me
Yes, I am a woman,
Created to live,
Not to be a woebegone!
As but only one young lost man in a great land I sometimes don’t want to see what I see in life but death causes me to look. I don’t want to hear the things I hear but have to admit the things here that I’ve heard. I don’t want to be guilty today it’s why I continue to strive past my past for innocence in the near future. I don’t want to feel what I feel but after another day in this dark place has gone by I can’t hide what I have painfully felt. As but one young man I wonder why I question others motives and still can’t see the answers to my own as if I know all the answers to life when I don’t even know the true cause of my own. I wonder why I am happier at times but more often than not why I continue to be sad. I look for ones in groups of twos and get lost in groups of threes, but don’t get even me started on the groups of fours. On the outside world I am lost yet inside myself I know I am found, I holler silently at night while I quietly pray during the day. As but only one young man I can only do what is best for self-first if I want to start making a difference for two.
Sometimes life for one can be fun, but on the reservation more often than not it is boring and dull. On the reservation I found serenity and solitude in the hills but I also found old savages and young Satan’s in the towns. I see beauty and peace in Mother Nature but I also found violence and ugliness among my very own in the neighborhood. I see not what I see and I think not what I think for I feel what I see which leads me to think. I choose rather to just be rather than not be what other people want me to be. I see what I see because I haven’t really got a choice in what I will see, I’d rather choose to just say that I saw. Outside people can’t make one see what I already choose not to see for I see what I see rather if they want me to see things their way or not. I can’t feel what they feel unless they feel what I feel and live where I live and be where I am to know where I truly am from to understand the thoughts and feelings of not only a young native of struggle, but as a person worldwide no matter the skin color.
Families aren’t perfect.
Families aren’t blood.
They have there ups and downs.
They might fight or argue.
They might drive u crazy
They wouldn’t hurt you.
There always there for you.
They stand by you.
They are there for you.
They fight for you.
My real family is my friends.
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
Meli and Mak make Mommy melt.
Mak mews marking his milk mission.
Meli mimics Mommy masking many more minutes of mischief.
Greatest Commandments are Good works
God Gives us Graces we need
Gifts of the Holy Ghost are Given
Gospel of Goodness Thoughts
Gets us Going to Grow for the best
The Church cannot forget her mission
Was made possible by the Motherhood of Mary
Who conceived and bore a Son
Who is God from God
True God from True God
Mary is truly the Mother of God
Whose motherhood as the vocation to motherhood
Bestowed by God on every man raised to its highest level
Thus, Mary becomes the mother of the Church and to be New Eve
The mother of believers, the mother of the living
Family Feuds/ portraits
do not drive drunk
we kill cockroaches
heavy headed hearts loaded like led
dropped into the center o f the third ward/world
frayed caps cocked to the side
flannel shirts with shirts underneath
and black marks like ashes
flaking against tired skin
swirl of confusion
t y p h o o n
s l o w l y
God's Greatest Commandments are good works
Gives us Graces we need
Gifts of the Holy Ghost
Gives us guidance
Gets us going to grow for the best
Take the time to set back and travel the minds turntable--
Set the stage of your spirit of your soul ever so simply--
Each ember of life that earns you strength is everything--
Seal the seats of friendship with stars from heavens sky--
Relief will be your reliance; reliance can be your role--
To live life loving with much laughter and spiritual light--
I sound like a pound of purity, with prosperous preparations--
Though that is hardly the fact, the terror of life totally thrives--
Drives me to dare divide my dreams and sacrifices decently--
No, I do not know the key to never failing, or sainthood--
My mystery is mesmerizing mere meter or rhyme or prose--
Writing written words to warm or calm mere mortals like me--
Generous, never stops giving
Energetic, never stops helping
Really loves her kids
Really lovable character
Is a dear, loving sister and I love her too.
His healing hands
God given gift
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Grattude gives glory
Dedicated to my sisters
A sister loves.
A sister forgives.
A sister fights, but still loves.
A sister trusts you.
A sister respects you.
A sister keeps you in their prayers.
A sister is family.
A sister is there for you.
A sister is there for you when you fall.
A sister is some one you can talk to.
A sister is some one you can cry on.
A sister is some one who won’t give up on you.
A sister is some one who you can laugh with.
A sister is some one who helps you in need.
A sister is some one who supports you.
A sister is some who is there with you in the hospital.
A sister is some one who encourages you to be a better person.
A sister is some one you can depend on to be there.
When we are born we come to the buffet
We are all created equal and treated the same with only three sections on our tray
Love, humanity and compassion
But there at the buffet we are offered greed, lust violence and the latest fashions
You have to give up space when you choose to hate
You cannot have it all when there is no more room on the plate
We begin to grow and understand
Have prejudices for one thing or another, learn to despise your fellow man
Go after things you don't need, but desire
Most of them are in rooms of fire
The poor go on starving, homeless and feeling like no one cares
The rich tell them you are not good enough to breathe the same air
The Governments thrive on greed
They go for thirds on their plates and continue to feed
Low income have little but care very much
The wealthy have everything but care very little, they feel nothing, so they never
reach out to touch
To change your ways is never too late
Unless you are one who has no room left on the plate
this baby that is born on christmas day
why is he here
why did he live
this baby was born to take our sins
yet we feast and party christmas
we don't bless this child
we don't care that he is born
we don't care that he died on the cross
we don't understand what he was for
this baby born on christmas day
A family is made from lots of different things,
screaming kids and lots of children's screams.
The number one thing that holds it all together,
is when God is sitting in the center.
Without his presents it's easy to forget,
that life can get tough especially with all the debt.
Next to God we need to find forgiveness,
it helps when we're going through all that stress.
We are all human and tend to make mistakes,
having forgiveness helps to keep us in our place.
After forgiveness should come the peace,
without peace we wouldn't be able to stand this place.
When we keep the peace we'll find,
it's easy to find a quiet piece of mind.
The more we keep the peace we will gain the trust,
that's what keeps us all together without going bust.
After everyone trusts with all there heart,
it's hard for the family to fall apart.
Finally the soul core of the heart is love,
sent to us straight from the Lord above.
Any families love is tender and golden,
just like the innocents of our sleeping children.
So please remember this one thing my friends,
all through life there is something' more important than power and benjamines.
That one and simple thing is the heart of a family.
Dedicated to my wonderful family:
Renee, Emily, Faith and Clairyssa.
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