In seeming innocence you lie upon the warm ochre
about the edges of the dust-strewn street,
a remnants of larger issues, crushed to just the right size by a killing blow.
Before the mob merged, before cat calls raised the hairs on the back of her neck,
she had been of a favorite pet, a cherished wife.
A mother now lays dead, brought down by the bloodlust of the men around her.
Today, the stones are coated rust-red with the blood as the of women of Iraq
are laid low by their husbands, sons, and fathers.
We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,
Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...
These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken
Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"
Inception of poise anon-times.) And burgeoning..!
"Plays" of & to; each entered instance...
To posterity through eternal inference..!
Copyright 20 12 2011 Joe Maverick..
this poem is dedicated to my Mr mellors i hope he reads this
The Cop, The Math Teacher, The Guide
you've been there for me
when i was confused
and could not see
the forest or the path
you were there
when school was hell
and life was black as midnight
you were there
when i screwed up
and found myself trapped
by my own mistakes
even though i disappointed you at times
and made you want to tear your hair out
you were there
you've always been there
and cannot thank you enough
Thank You Mr. Mellors
Stretch our mind/s with deep understanding of Wisdom
To obtain positive understanding with every complications
Counsel us with guidelines in our work
Give us Fortitude, strength, Patience and Tolerance to finish in peace successfully
Deliver knowledge in our mind/s
For us to receive Piety, goodness and devoutness to get satisfaction
With Holy Fear of the Lord-God, I/we ask in the name of Father Christ Jesus to be with us now and forever.
People can change the “our” to “their”, “him” or “his” when praying for others.
It was kind of nice having money all the
Looking back when I was seventeen,
I looked forward to going to work.
It is unlike what I feel about work now.
I did a lot of reading as a child.
I read all kinds of books.
I would consider Oak Lawn a safe
I can’t remember any times when I got beat up.
I did a lot of running home and telling.
I avoided a lot of suffering by talking to
My parents about the bullies.
It wasn’t until junior high that I had to
Take care of a fight that went way wrong.
I was scared to death of a seventh grader.
I fought him, and found out he wanted to
I wasn’t that good of a
I got better
In high school.
It was kind of chaotic, and the wrestling matches
Were more “fighting” than wrestling.
I hung in school and made a name for myself
At Oak Lawn Community High School.
My sister gave me a collection of albums
My junior year.
I was introduced to all kinds of music by
My first good introduction to music came
My sophomore year.
A friend introduced me to “The Police” with
“Zenyatta Mondatta” and “Ghost in
He told me what he did at his party
In eighth grade.
They sat around and played Gin.
They drank soda.
They went bowling.
I got off to a late start with music,
And I finally caught up with my tape-
Radio I got for Christmas my junior year.
I could have had a big party,
But I decided to wait.
I didn’t really have one except
The one’s I had in grammar school.
My friend thought he was going to
Get married to this one girl at O.L.C.H.S.
It fizzled out like my relationship did.
That girl liked someone else though.
I should have given up calling her,
It was no fun talking to her.
She didn’t talk to me at all in school.
I’m not sure she even knew who I was
I didn’t have anymore classes with her.
Her boyfriend went out for basketball
Like I should have done. I was pretty good. Maybe just
Doing my chess and studying was the best thing for me to do.
In these cases, the mind and body become contaminated and such individuals are
understood as such by all whom come into contact with them. Those with limited insight are
subjected to intensified ongoing experiences of the things they deemed offensive. Because
they ignore the causes and effects of karma, they accumulate the effects of their negative
examinations. They become all that they judge. They become arrogant and ignorant. They
fail to contemplate their own faults because they naively deny the presence of them. This is
the worst kind of mindlessness. The presence of such individuals defiles those around them.
Their venom is ongoing and overflowing, making them abhorrent to all but their own kind.
Karma is a universal law. It is experienced positively and negatively. Karma is based on
cause and effect in which good happenings and bad circumstances are experienced. The
effects of karma transcend life times then blend into all future incarnations. Its consequences
are summed up by Jesus’ Sermon on the Mount: “Blessed are the merciful: for they shall
obtain mercy….Judge not, that ye not be judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall
be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.” This is a
truth that is not determined by higher education or social status, it is understood and
embraced by those whom operate on a higher spiritual plane; for, it is realized that a
person’s quality lies in the heart, and that is all there is.
Diction ENglish grammer proper nouns predicates verbs learn the way the language
works then grow up to be a poet and throw it all away today to make new words to
make poems bleed to make the rhymes the prose doth need. Shakespeare is an
affluance. He rubbed off some on my purple prose. O God! how wonderful are Thy
works! Thou makest the rotting log to nourish banks of violets, and from the
stagnant pool at Thy word springs forth the lotus that covers all with fragrance and
beauty! Sonnet #3,000,745,001 OH LORDy
OH LORDy, howe wondrous is thy working beauty. Thou doth makest the rott sprout
violets from olden logg on water bank nearest stagnant pool whilst at Thy WORD the
lotus springeth forthwith to cover over all the smelling salts nearest hand to hold in
cuppboard bare the bone for elbert Hubbard gone. Hark the light from yonder glaring
glen forsook the frames the lenses now opaqued. Blind to world of beauty winter
paints a white mistaken ache in me. Amid the bones of whited elephaunt skunks
rome near me to harken when the crow calls daybeak come. Caw the raven quoth.
God forbode a man, that an Englaisman should tell or act a lie, neithor the Son of
GOD my Jesus, that He should feel repentance or compunction [for what his Father
has promised]. Has He sayeth, and shall He not say on? Or has He spoken and shall
He not make it gooder. Oh LORDy. For the reasoneth He stays upon His bethroned
placement is quite evident for iff GOD were to walk the Earth as a mere man in sight
of all this assembled Heathorns even for just one day twold make us all so jealous of
the miricles in the clay. For Jesus could open up his hand wiht a plott of dirty clay
and make a violet blooming say. Oh Lordy.
Be the best you ,you can be...even if you have stereotypical strikes against you. Use the back door, dressed in khaki not Gucci, armed with knowledge and the courage to know that you be the best ,at whatever you do. And let it be proved, no one can perfect on being you. Make sure what ever you do ,you do so well that once you are gone. you'll still be remembered; Remembered for the improvements,and not destruction. King wanted not to be martyred, as he wanted to prove: As I have done you can also do:There's no difference between you and I; So do as I have done and even more he would say, prepare your self with education and the knowledge thereof.
. Stand on passion and be guided by LOVE. Passion and self determination is the lamp at our feet. Even if you cannot afford a college degree, Grab a book from the library and read, be you self taught or guided by ancestors voices. Its all in a book, the ancestors still care. The way has been paved and the motivation is there. Some made it through on wisdom and prayer. He did not die for us to praise him, he wanted to be an example and his example was ample; To show that just an ordinary man...could leave a legacy and a dream. That all men are created equal ..SO do even more than I have done he would say Because he has already opened up doors and paved the way.. Let us not run backwards ,forward we tread. His dream is alive and his memory not dead. Stop looking for A leader and become one instead,by his courageous spirit, let us each be led...Billions are looking around for a King, put on your gloves and get in the ring.You are chosen by the mighty....Yes you are the one...each of you have a Job to do. Be the best you,you can be. And lets get this done.! YOU ARE THE ONE!
For many people outside the Myanmar poetry, it may come as a surprise that there is such a thing as language-oriented poetry contemporary poetry scene in Myanmar. The Poetry of the bourgeoisie and the "art for the people" left-wing poetry.
I feel like I have to say to me about how this had happened in Myanmar, the country was under military rule over the past 60 years their poetry broke away from the traditional style classic writing about the monarchy the old and the Burmese Old Burmese way of life before the annexation of British Burma in 1886. The hair experimental poetry movement 1 of the 20th century, was 2 in the movement of new writing, which led pilot Dag on (which is now in his 90s and blind), after the end of World War 2. Influenced by left-wing ideology known of the historical period popular poetry, realism and the Marxist-oriented, through the 40S late. There was at that time, an ideological struggle between the so-called "art for art's sake" The Poetry of the bourgeoisie and the "art for the people" left-wing poetry. Has described those who did not support writing the new "bourgeois" and blasted the "progressives." Although the new writing system that is based on experimental poetry rhyme 4.3.2 with some changes in the number of syllables in each line rhyme scheme, which makes it more flexible, and was aimed at, faith, and the content of a revolutionary. The art for the masses, and poetry is the weapon of the masses against the landowners and capitalists and national. It is unfortunate that the writing of new, while winning the hearts and minds of an entire generation of young poets, and in some cases made just propaganda, and the adage is that the hair must be less aesthetic and utilitarian more so that even the common person would low education "appreciate" poem with ease. UNSUPPORTED CODE myanmar poem UNSUPPORTED CODE
In my life , i find pressure to be different and extra ordinary.
it is a struggle;
and above all a 'challenge' on how to get to the top.
In a super and extra ordinary life , I see myself as a best friend to the Eagle because it settles for nothing less,
A cousin to the Elephant because its strength and courage are unbeatable,
Having a chance to be spoken to by a Beaver because its words are more less like its personality, i.e a hard worker.
Having a chance to hear and know how an ocean really is and what makes it outstanding despite having the same 'waters' as the lakes and rivers.
Being given a chance to run with TIME in the race called ''BIT IT and ATTAIN'' a reward called SUCCESS.
Indeed it is a quest within,
A quest for extra ordinary...
Perseverance: a poem
Long ago or should I say sometime in the past?
I had dreams and now at the age of 31 I have realized most of them.
It’s funny how good luck; joy, pain, rejection, effort and ‘Perseverance’ with a capitol ‘P’ have played a part in my life and sealed my Fate.
I now choose to think more positive thoughts even though this is still hard for me when I hear a negative voice in my head or when I hear people say negative things about me.
Those things hurt me and stay with me until I let it go.
I am self-motivated and I was a star pupil in my memories of my childhood.
My main goal is to be able to take care of myself, be responsible for myself and for the choices I make in life.
I am finishing school next January ’14 with my Bachelor’s degree and I want to find a good Internship.
Then after that I want to have a part-time job working 20 to 25 hours per week and continue doing volunteer work.
Oh and poems, I will keep writing my poems and reading other people’s poetry. Right now I am reading LIT a memoir by Mary Karr. I also want to write children’s books.
dancin' to the tune
of her Dandelion Wine.
peddles paper posies,
toothless, useless whore.
not on her best night!
rodents without fear,
muddle-minded Faustian ,
soul redeeming martyr -
broken boned beauty
forged in her mind,
lost to time.
could have been
sooner came later,
locked and loaded link.
pride of Arizona,
class of sixty-one,
a devotee of luna,
loves her remy rum.
many bitter winters,
bitter winter winds,
sliced her like a knife slice,
bled her bone thin.
gave away her gravity,
weighted down reality
roles she plays.
saddle-strapped sad hag
never gonna' lose
'cause she's never in the game.
always aware where the
light lays low to the ground
livin' in a clap-trap
runs for the shade
when the sun goes down;
safety in crazy,
crazy shades and shadow
hides her braided hair
and her Royal golden crown.
salts of lithium
took away her name;
doesn't even know
who the hell to blame.
wants to be codified,
once and for all,
as prophets once prophesied -
another Jackie O.
with her hag-bag shop rags
ready to go.
time is always lazy for a lady goin' crazy!!
midnight, brain-drain, middle of the boulevard,
ragged lady bag-hag screamin' out her rage.
The Lady Speaks:
up there with your pixilated palindromes,
sippin' fresh-dipped sewer juice
and french champagne - you blue-blooded, high-borns,
listen to the tale that I wail at you.
i'm a sack-cloth, busted, shackled crusted scab,
gonococcal wet-brain - slippin' on the ledge
of pain on pain, while livin' on the edge
in the whorin' pourin' rain. God died, I cried,
now i'm lookin' for some gain.
leave your flush plush penthouse high-flying life;
see your bleeding sister, see your bleeding wife.
that's right, once a wife, mother to your kids.
your kids are gettin' shifty, siftin' on the street;
private school, brittle-veined, maggot-tagged gods,
waitin' for the reaper with the universal odds.
i'm brain-drained, insane, dissipated plain,
a bucket full of truth even Jesus wouldn't claim!
so crucify your comfort, your gentrified name,
then bring it to the street, bitch, let me see your shame.
(Dedicated to Dana Rugina)
On that very cool and refulgent evening
Flying from Europe to Africa
Luck placed me beside you
How beautiful it was to look at your pretty face
How wonderful to know you are from Romania
How pleasant it was to have a seat beside you
How glad I was to know you are a mathematician
Though accented, paid kin attention to listen to me
I had a smooth and sweet flight
Not because it was an Egypt Airline nor that I sat in business class
But because you keep my company
“Is your final destination Egypt?” ignited our conversation
“A man that keeps quite will die” will I always remember
Because they are words of wisdom
I believe I’ll see you again
Friend on the flight
Where and when, that I cannot say.
Soltive pre ordained priest warlike additives initially a Jesus Freak becoming cold
hearted in the winter. Bane has come with hatred of simple minded people. Sexual
orientation is nill. Macabration indentation on the quilt. A welcome matt with a towel
for spills. I have a small fortune tied. Up is not an option now. There is only snow up
there eventually. The water line is nearer the river then the streaming stream of
water near me on the highway catching all the melting riverlets as they run away
from home in WinterBane. Some men still have strength but they abuse it think to
break down boarded ruins tearing down old barns and cornors of old abandoned
houses where homeless and poor people might find shelter from the rain. Where will
they find to dwell. Because of wealth they have a large area to heat in WinterBane
they have a larger of a structure the more expensive in the WinterBane with sleet
coming down in Sheets of Ice looked like a solid wall of water hitting me Frost icing
clothing no thing was DRY ice all over me a few moments after I stepped toe out of
sheltor walking on the SIDE of the road cant walk on the roadway slipping on the ICE
stepped offroad walking in the treelined. I found what looked like a Najavo Hogan
brogaded outside there was clothes hannging on branches a Babylon Garden in the
snow. While the whole city was whited out at degrees zero. The goose has a liver.
Oh Pâté the liver rules the Goose is cooked with too many alcholic incumbents while
the minutes of the meeting Read all old activity reported long ago nothing is new
under the sun. Nothing there is nothing is there nothing in my past has preparred me
for my future education has failed me for the alcholic eye was ruined for functioning
in SOciety degenerate reborne. Nothing smelles worse to a man then sex mixed up
with tobacco and alchohol how can anyone live as porn objects and still survive the
toll booth smells like whiskey before three pee em it takes the heart to control it
takes the lust to want. I feared to die for I was sinnor I feared one day to lay
underneathe the snow ensheathed but then one day has come to eye EYE Fear No
Snow EYE Fear No Snow I am a man. The snow no longer bothers me. I am beneath
it all, My soul is not inside of me. It leaves me when I fall. As I lay here
silently,wating for the trumpet, It will blow!
I do not any longer fear the snow.
Copyright © 2006 charles hice
MAS come on down front you have been chosen by the frozen tender tundra to eat the
apple i can give her. Staccatto beating in the background leaning to the south moving in the
night polish wont make green apple to shine. The love GOD has for all of us in is SON Jesus is
also inside us in our Souls inside our Spirit. He did this even though none of us are worth this
a freely given gift. Something that opens up inside us each and every day. Better then the
food we eat the apple red and green. Better then what people give on Christmas Day the
packages wrapped and placed underneathe the tree dont open that dont shake it up dont let
Johnny see. Perhaps its all the things that boy has stored up all year long some new toy he
saw on television laying on the lawn. He never picks it up now or plays for very long. This
Christmas please think of how the Son Of God must feel when we ignore his gift to us. I feel
so guilty of his love inside this green forgotten apple in the bucket in the snow. Sorrow not
the answer the apple catches worms so the food stored in the bucket doesnt turn to molded
into love when I get hungry having none I go to cuppoard never barren there. I cannot eat
much fruit anymore but mix the trail will fill me up when there is none to find in town. For
CHristmas is two missing weeks after Thanksgiving missing one. SUnday on the November
twenty nine untill Friday December Eightteenth then back for three more days then Monday
the eleventh of January I solidify for more solid days activities perhaps the apple won. Bright
red and polished up for teachor loves. Look for me with love.
As a pediatric nurse
One may least expect
To lead by
Very young children
The art of blessing.
These are not angels,
Or winged beings, but
The art of blessing.
Soon after birth, Leslie
Began dying of hemophilia,
The large general hospital
Become his second home,
Transcending darkness around
The social taboo: death.
On the day of the inevitable
He was four, acting forty:
Doesn't act like a little girl
Told his weeping mother
I am made of Light
Is it possible for the Light to die?
Before departing, prophesied
Her mother will be blessed with
Two other sons:
Only earthly angels
Raising sick children
May share in the art of blessing
The prophesy materialized,
Both suffered the same ailment
Being the children of Light
The art of blessing.
There's always an issue with teen pregnancy. And when watching "16 & Pregnant" on MTV,
still on the air, this "wanting-to-be-a-parent-at-an-early-age" thing has gone way too
far. This show's about teen girls, who got pregnant at the ages of 14,15,16,and/or 17.
They had their hopes and dreams in tact, but all of them have been put on hold. One of
those dreams included being a lawyer, doctor, or whatever. MTV's "16 & Pregnant" means the end of
one's so-called "social life." It means no more going to the movies, no more going to the
mall, no more going to exclusive parties, nothing. There was no way that these teen girls
were to be mothers at an early age. They needed to concentrate on getting their high
school diplomas and their college degrees, and then have kids. There was no way that these
teen boys were to be fathers at an early age, either. They needed to focus on their
futures, like going to college. Those teen couples, they should've used condoms. Now I
know why I never became a father at an early age, let alone 13 or 17. Some teen couples
should've waited until both teen parents had finished their education and they were
married. But despite all of the drama and the stress, I still think that all teen moms are
doing a good job, raising their children. And if "16 & Pregnant" were to stay on the MTV
network for at least two (2) more seasons, that would be great, but teen pregnancy has got
to stop. No children until after marriage.
they are born
in a world thats torn
its not mabe
these are babies
has a cry sound
tell you too
THE NEW WORLD IS
Who is in charge of our children's education?
What happens when parents don't do their job?
When children have no sense of reading, writing,
till they hit that school room head on?
Who is responsible to initiate, ingratiate, the word,
so language is understood from infancy and
not suddenly at five years old when
communication receives the attention it deserves?
Parents stand up and take notice
schools do not provide the only source
You are your child's first teacher
You are the one who gives him voice.
From you he will learn expression
From you he will learn who he is
From you he will learn his roots
Give him your love and attention.
Provide an environment filled with books
A place where reading takes precedence
Instill in him a joy for learning
With gentle hand and loving looks.
Model the love of learning
read on your own or with
till without even knowing
he'll develop a yearning
to know, to explore, to evaluate
all there is and more.
Leader among leaders
Beaten, never die
Stressed, not strained a bit
Pulled apart, never deformed
But better than former
Been through fire,
Walked through storms,
last man standing
Super eagle among the eagles
Catering for the falcons
Having a heart of unconditional love
King of one queen
Great example to his offspring
True friend to his friends
Man of his words
Always walk the talk
A true ambassador in a foreign land
True champion of our time
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It is hard to do the will of GOD and judge not a brother for what he eats or drinks but they THE LAW aer seeming smarter for they judge no content but amounts thereof. This is number twenty in my CharlaXTitles Cadd.
Mum, you bought me shoes, socks and a football kit,
'You were willing me to see me as your ‘hero’.
Fifteen years have passed away,
I still have your gift that you bought for me on Christmas.
Your son is a really hero, have you seen me,
I am top scorer as you can read in the local newspaper,
When I kissed my first trophy, my tears poured out,
My friends thought that I am crying in happiness.
Mum, have you remembered me?
As I know, I always missed your shadow,
I go to the pond every week,
Where you fed the birds and spent hours with them.
You never come to learn,
How your son spent days, weeks and years.
Perhaps you don’t know, dad also left me,
When you went out, he ran after you.
I saw his picture in a newspaper,
When I grew up a little, I heard from my carer,
Your dad died in an accident,
Have you come to attend his funeral?
I learnt when he left church nobody was behind him,
Only service that he received has been delivered,
I went often to kiss his stone, as I found him,
Few days ago it was a fathers day.
When I join my mate’s birthdays,
I saw their parents curdling them with gifts.
They dance and laugh, enjoy food and drink,
I feel loneliness and lost myself in puffs of smoke.
Always I got drunk but never forgot that incident,
When you tried to stop dad, not to drink more,
He pushed and slapped you strongly,
I saw blood touching your feet.
You don’t know, I also ran after you,
Door slammed shut, road was icy and frozen,
I hit a stone and fell conscious on the street,
When I found myself, I was in a hospital bed.
Mum, is your face looking the same as before?
How will I recognise you if I met you suddenly?
I am sure mum. You will recognise me,
At last I am your son as same as I am Dad’s.
The mental quality of spirits is unveiled.
Anne saw them in imagery.
They were in small shapes as a displayed mural.
A bust of lives demised with estate being conveyed as an inhabitant or the occupier.
Their capacity was that of full animation and stream.
Anne watched the mystical images that were once all men.
Their colors came as black, white, and olive.
Attuned to their surroundings, they did not alter their position on the wall.
They desire was to rectify a wrong.
Calibers are competent to their form in which Anne was not afraid of being forewarned.
Anne began to name them the ones that she saw.
The black one was called Magic because he was the leader of them all.
There were two level of white men seated by rows.
Anne named them Parchment because of their lab coats.
The olive one was called Mixed-Blood.
Stature they formed with ability to construct.
The degree of their mental capacity paraded the capability of the physical you being possessed.
Might they enter via an oval of the body?
They haunted this house to influence cognizance.
Anne’s knowledge is such that she may not be aware of their existence from where they exist.
Ignorance is the perception Anne lived in.
Anne and her family moved from this house in her seventh year.
She saw their presence first when she was four.
Once Anne and her family left, she did not see them anymore.
Anne moved on Briesch when she was an infant.
She never spoke of what she saw until she relocated.
Anne’s mother stated that a veil was over her eyes, a pall of despair trying to develop premonition.
Caliber is a degree of mental capacity or moral quality.
Anne cultivated this identity.
Penned February 17, 2014!
For Anne Currin Contest Any Poem/Any Subject!
Poems, are works of poet.
Cos all poet,
are led by thought.
And poems are to loose a knot.
A poem makes thing so clear,
Even if, its subject is never near.
For all poem
Has it own proem.
A poem speaks,
Not as the green thinks.
For a judge in court,
Has once slept, in cot.
Poems are deep thoughts,
Even if, they might be so short.
For fourteen line poems are
And ballads are works of poet.
Poems are not forgotten,
Cos they are not for nothing,
But to treat a topic,
As a story could be in epic.
Simpler version is better. As in the poem so is the days of our lives. The Congregation wants
the King James Version. The Preacher wants the NIV New International Version. The Hobo
comes in the Church in the middle of this Sunday Confrontation. Eye have the Gideon Bible
eye took it from the Motel at the edge of town they had a disclaimer on the page said for me
do not remove this Bible from the room. The Church is quiet now not a sound not a mouse
moves in the house. “Why did you take the Gideon Bible”? said the Preacher. “SAYETH why”
said the congregate. Eye like to have a Bible in my hobo bag so when someone steals it they
can find the Bible in the bag and it keeps them mad. But eye promise you one thing
preacher when eye meet this Gideon fellow eye will give it back. The preacher says, “eye
will Preach.” The congregate says “no you will Preacheth.” The hobo says “read it from the
Gideon.” Deuteronomy 5:19 (New International Version) 19 "You shall not steal.
Deuteronomy 5:19 (King James Version) 19Neither shalt thou steal. Deuteronomy 5:19 (The
Message) 19 No stealing. Open the night stand drawer in almost any motel room in the
world and you will find a Bible
placed there by the Gideon’s International. The oldest Christian business and professional
men’s association in the United States, the Gideons have been around for more than 100
years, and have been placing Bibles in hotel rooms for almost that long. They also give the
small New Testaments to people at schools eye havd had many of them and yes eye am the
hobo that steals bibles from motel rooms.
Satan and Daniel
one last word
“Checked or checkered worsted or suited to be nude under your clothing is transparent apparently non existent to my naked eye think this will be easily my last try Daniel answer me what is the last word” ? “Remember it means your soul against your long and sinful life”. Daniel shuffled his feet there was only a long silent night. “Away over there in the manger”, the Devil began to sing. “Stop that” was from Daniel, “How do you expect me now to think” ? “eye need a drink a stiff one or both, ? eye need to THINK!!! The merciless Devil began to sing louder “Baby Jesus in the Carriage rhymes with perfect Marriage” yes you never married Daniel Webster but you played the bombast lots of times. Tell me now this one last test of time repeat after me “the last word is now just fill in the blank for your life ; at this the Devil Satan rocked back and forth in a Mimicry of him and then HE smiled. You always defeat me so quickly so smug in your Lawyers britches. While Christians die naked and stoned in the bull rushes of “GOD”. Daniel was smiling now. The Devil slapped his hand up over his mouth TOO LATE he realized just what he had done. Daniel seized the day. “GOD” is the last word howsoever you say it Jesus or Our Father the last word is “GOD”. Then the Devil rode a giant lightening rod back up to the Heavens and Daniel did his little Webster definition of a dance shuffle full of saving Grace. He shot his cuff out and buffed his sleeve and looked down at his Plaids.
Yes, adoption to most adoptees, “always” the sunrise to a brand new sunset. Yet, if not given in to each, is full entail…
“Ablaze are our thoughts from far, far reaches, as if the reddish licked flames from long lost fires… Fires of which, brushed, had every shade of burnt orange that still hues of its past sunset. Your sunset, our own living sunset, a sunset awash in its own past beauty or life’s chaos -; now viewed by all as hope never surrendered. As if an artist’s hand-hurled, color-of-the-sun fireball had just splashed broadside - our own clouded gun metal gray horizon.”
Puke all over the seat and get some on your dogs head
and a little on the wife’s purse get her good
and Madd at yew so she will take the car keys
and drop them in the piranha pool to keep
the control of the car away from yew.
DO not ever try to drive the car like that again.
Be my friend let the motor idle when the belly
has an idol in the center of your disgusting
fatness leave the driving to the women
or call the rental. Drinking is a disease
of the mind heart liver central being alcoholic yew.
It is now not only whiskey but people drugging
swagging smoking of the left handed Turkish variety
just puffing passing smoking inhaling
like a Clinton Will. Stronger measures now aer
needed to stop the added danger of a high
mucky muck brown frame toker from totaling
the soccer van of Mother. There is station wagons
on the road this mourning with whiskey bumps
all over them the women drivers not exempt
from hitting poles and other cars
and then my friend there is the LAW of Johnny
combined to probable cause. When the police man shines
his light inside the car and sees at least thirteen
empty beer bottles laying in the back seat empty
he has a right to ask ewe iff ewe aer recycling them
or drinking. A road test complete with breathalyzer
please make them touch the nose
never mind the sneezes please.
Summon the strength
to confront pain, grief;
to endure danger
or the threat thereof.
Campaign with determination
to face a valiant struggle.
Boldly challenge the fear within
to prepare for resistance
Compel a coercive compulsion
to become valid.
Assume risk when others retreat.
Stand for righteousness
in the face of adversity.
This is the nature of courage.
It only takes a moment
One second of your time
To make a change
The invisible children are starting to be heard
With your help they can be saved
Just take a moment to listen
Joseph Kony is a villain
A terrible, terrible man
Take a second to find out why
He kidnaps children
Right from their homes
Puts them into his armies
But thats not all
He forces them to kill
Sometimes forces them to kill
Their own parents
He has no cause, no worldly plan
Just wants to grow his power
And he MUST be stopped!
If enough citizen support is gathered
We can make a difference
We can assist in his arrest
All it takes is a second
Look up the Invisible Children Inc.
Look up Joseph Kony
Look up information and join us
As we fight for these children
Who alone may not be heard
And as we fight for the capture and arrest
Of Joseph Kony
....................................................Joseph Kony 2012 We WILL make a difference!
First, be aware, all close by 6pm.
NYC, this aint.....
Second, call up.....
"How much are beers?
"Okay- I'll take 4 beers and a slice.
What's that come to?"
"Hold on, 4 beers, each $2.50,
that's $10., right?"
A slice is $16.50?"
"No, you have to add sales tax,
Oil surcharge, delivery fee, employee
dependent's education fund,
wear and tear on the tires,
and telephone imformation fee."
"sorry, you're right, that should be $29.50."
"Additional questions are $2.50 each...."
"Hello, Chinese Jade Restaurant..."
"Hi, any MSG?"
"No, we don't go to Madison Square Gardens"
From now on, english muffins and liverwurst!
As for a concise short history and probable sure continuance of mankind's covertly planned taking of innocent life goes, it would be the right frame of mind to think that most of these deaths having occurred, were a peoples' righteous morning's bring of their country's political stealth, having struck during the night while under a forgiving light of our moon's hire...
the more you know
makes it hard to do
some won't you dumd
those mean sungun
won't you on the run
don't like a smart mind
like to kept you blind
WALKING A THIN LINE
A reference for every thought
Deconstruct all you think and find the link
To the last time you felt that way
Heard the words
Learned that fact
Disassemble the pieces of the things and
Actions you hold to be true
Find the place in the litany of your life
And note down the author, the theorist
The lover and map the route to the
Conurbation of storehouses and pyramids
Of belief and time
Track each thought, each breath, each moment
That constructed these towns of ideas
And live the informed like evaluating each
Fortify only the foundations of these that
Hold under such intense surveillance
More than a man, the south made.
Black and white, south one started,
great oaks refused no man a child
to hang about it, call dark christmas.
Hallow was a name, old now hollow.
Stigma inside wears grey cotton
memories, alive die uncompensated.
Here, electricity has that sick sweet
smell about it, as if it were once alive.
While morality, debates in pockets
of isolated votes packed together.
Is It Poetry
you can tell
if theyer not well
they cry like hell
but some have drops
they will not stop
only a direction,
from different ones.
full education and training,
a bundle of references,
for tasty funs.
but lost a way,
where progress competes,
a successive runs.
arguments, a burning matter,
sharing or non sharing material,
Trust or dis-trust guns.
prosperity and peace,
Otherwise life exists for nones.
They took a cart with four wheels scootered by me just to almost hit my foot they
tried to run between the bus stop and the bench where eye was standing waiting
for the bus just missing one that left me almost got the dust she flipped at me
with her middle finger she had to knoe that eye was there she meant to make me
feel bad so what she said he was not there at the stop yet this old man found
and scrounge is better than a gang and take this poem is for FOUND things
sarcasm is lost inside a deep dark hole I don’t want to take it with me overheard
and listened to the conversation all anew again in my imprinted memory as I
pen, this; ODE to rudeness, eye have been told there is NO LAW against cell
phones or decent public conversations Its hard to see he is my poor brother eye
keep my own needs simple and eye travel light,
And keep all of Egypt on my back, but some people need the even more security
a four wheeled
Shopping –cart can afford them the demonic teachings of the classroom just
made me realize that eye would leave my education in the great wastebasket of
the sky eye would learn some other thing eye would leave the classroom without
thinking never embracing death and the mark of the rejection of the lord the
millennium mark the 666 mark of the beast called SATAN.
Rood rud - Show Spelled Pronunciation [rood] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA
1. a crucifix, esp. a large one at the entrance to the choir or chancel of a
medieval church, often supported on a rood beam or rood screen.
2. a cross as used in crucifixion.
3. a unit of length varying locally from 51/2 to 8 yards (5 to 7 m).
4. a unit of land measure equal to 40 square rods or 1/4 acre (0.10117
5. a unit of 1 square rod (25.29 sq. m).
6. Archaic. the cross on which Christ died.
[Origin: bef. 900; ME; OE rōd pole, crucifix; c. G Rute rod, twig ]
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Job Well Done
June 27, 2011
Got my job done
Now sitting in the sun
Tried a computer to pawn
Treated me as the devil’s spawn
Met a man
It was so grand
I looked and I spied
Ronnie gave me a ride
is it fun and games,
or is it insane.
just to keep milking him.
you all do it now.
look at your hands.
warm and slippery.
yellow and dripping
and ever growing.
you're fevered and glowing.
all of your faces are red.
rejected by him at the prom.
and him by all of you.
ruffies you put in his milk.
He does not drink,
what you think
he should drink
he is good.
and loved by all.
by you and by most
as he should.
and look at him now.
passed out hot icy cold.
but how can you now.
how can you,
and your friends.
as one squeezes,
the brown paper bag.
and when one's coming up
each flight of stairs
another seems to aways
and all of you giggle and *sigh.*
and all of that spilled milk.
milk all that white milk.
looking around it is every where.
it's on your faces,
and on your hands.
you change and your skirts.
are soaked as well.
deep asleep, like a babe.
and yes you were knowing,
now as he...comes again.
and you know by now,
he's in very much pain.
and none of you seem to care.
here comes that lover,
that none of you knew.
that a hunk like him could be 'gay'.
and you didn't know, that
all the ones that you want
like he....are always gay.
feeding him all of those ruffies,
like the three of you,
have done in the past.
like the ones who,
come to school the next day,
with out any memory
of those nights of the past.
While you keep
all of those pictures as proof
of your kills.
what do all you think of
your hot selves now.
and even more so vainly now.
as he lays on your couch,
held fast in ruffies deep sleep.
alive in your hands moving now.
Is It Poetry
They were hippies
and societal dropouts.
Scholars, poets and
pot smoking draft dodgers.
Civil right activists,
and anti-war protesters.
Patriots and soldiers
fighting an unpopular war.
Relationships were confused
and marriage became open.
Morality lost meaning and
God was largely forgotten
except to grape Kool-Aid drinkers.
They liked to “groove”
on a Sunday afternoon
and kids hid under desks
for H-bomb drills.
They were good and bad
and pretty and ugly.
They were raised on Dillon,
Joplin, Hendrix and Doors.
Motown was happening
with The Beach Boys, Zeplin,
and the Rollin Stones.
Paul Revere had his Raiders,
Love was a Spoonful and
Three Dog was the Night.
The Beatles reigned supreme.
Sullivan was a king maker,
Elvis was a soldier,
and Archie and Meathead
were "All in the Family."
They welcomed the British invasion
and hung out at Woodstock -
sometimes in the nude.
Many were students
who got high and
routinely cut class.
Most of them were psyche majors
trying to “find themselves?”
LSD was a bad trip
that many took.
Sex was free
and there was a lot of it.
They were spoiled, selfish,
lazy and genius.
They grew up late,
but at least grew up.
They hid their past
and regretted much of it.
They were artistic,clever
and very inventive.
They are also to blame for
much that is wrong.
Many are in denial
and most have regrets.
They were the boomers
of the baby boom generation.
In the black and white days of the 1950’s schools made youngsters learn and learn well or else,
Uniforms were as important with short trousers and knee length grey socks with elastic garters,
Garters would get so tight they left impressions on legs that took ages to stop legs itching,
We sat on wooden desks with ink wells in the corner, wooden pens with removable inky wet nibs.
Every single day my hands would be covered in ink no matter how hard you scrubbed it stayed,
We began our ten year education reading Janet and John books, and others not allowed today,
Girls wore grey pinafore dresses and blue knickers, we knew as they always played hand stand,
Playgrounds, black tar with chalked hopscotch grids and in the grass puttyholes for marbles.
In the London schools there was sometimes thick smog a thick fog mixed with smelly pollution,
Each morning before we left to go to school we were given a huge spoonful of malt with cod oil,
Disgusting, a big spoon shoved in my mouth, gagging as it was wiggled about bashing my teeth,
Discipline was tight the cane was used often, lesser offences a beating from the big slipper.
Never knew why it was called the slipper because it wasn’t a slipper it was a shoe and it hurt,
In class and I was fiddling with something and not paying attention I got a rap on my knuckles,
When not expecting it, out of the blue a whack was a painful experience and the class giggled,
The edge of a wooden ruler covered in ink made the back of your hand go red with a white line.
Then it was the dreaded times tables a teacher would randomly spit out a question and stare,
What’s 7 x 9 boy? The pressure of the stare and the stick patting his palm made me forget,
Stand in the corner boy, I will deal with you later, so for the rest of the lesson I worried,
Hands up on my head, my arms heavy aching, waiting for a portion of punishment what would it be.
i must say
i came a long way
i can help other today
is well understood
POOR BOY DID GOOD
When they love their children as much as they hate us the war will be over
Its doesn't matter which side your on
Whether your a viva viva palestina
Or an am yisrael chai
You know which side is evil, committed all
Wrongs, sometimes you meet people who
Extol the virtues of this treacherous,
Terrible oppressor /terrorist
With their shock and awe tactics and
Disregard for freedom or the right to life And the pursuit of happiness
And sometimes for a minute, particularly
When you talk to someone you think is
Intelligent it becomes harder to maintain the
View on this malignant party you tried hard
To campaign for and against and although
Peace (of mind) is all you want
All you could dream of
With this entity at the negotiating table
Independence is swapped for catastrophe And war
If you give them what they want you will
Have nothing except the need to a right of
Return to a better time
OK Let’s get started, huh?
Well, ladies and gentlemen, on this sad occasion, it is my painful duty to welcome
You all to the farewell meeting convened in honour of our beloved Uncle Hector.
We gather together on this heap of cat-crap behind the restaurant for two reasons.
First, it is a familiar place full of pleasant memories for all of us, but second,
And more important, it is Uncle Hector’s own favourite place for passing away
A pleasant hour two, buzzing excitedly on a hot summer’s afternoon.
You all know, I think, that Hector was born into a family of 115 flies
From his mother’s bluebottle fecundity. Raised in poverty, no education to speak of,
The young Hector managed to learn the lessons of life the hard way,
Narrowly missing fly-swatters in kitchens, sprays in toilets, sticky-paper in bedrooms,
And many other potentially fatal ends. When he was seven months old, he married
The beautiful Mary-Belle, and they had a lovely family of 8,236 children,
Many of whom are the spitting image of Hector himself. Uncle Hector is survived
By Mary-Belle and 5,019 of their children. We are all heartbroken as we realize
That the poor kids are still asking their mum,
“Why is daddy so late coming home? When will he be back?”
You don’t need me to remind you of the sudden and untimely end of this fine fly,
And yet there are youngsters among us today who would do well to be reminded
Of the pitfalls awaiting the careless adolescent fly. Yes, ladies and gentlemen,
Uncle Hector, despite months of expert practice at avoidance techniques,
Allowed his attention to wander too casually and he accidentally stepped onto flypaper.
What a demeaning end for a leader of such stature.
Hector blazed a trail a mile wide
Through the old-fashioned traditions of bluebottles.
No mere dog-crap afternoons for him….no !
Hector didn’t hesitate to go for the unusual. The half-rotten kiwi fruit.
The over-cooked - nay, burnt - shashlik at the beach or barbecue site.
His favourites were the day-old vomit from dogs with food-poisoning,
And the two-week-old decayed carcass of a mouse or rabbit.
Youngsters listening to me now would do well to attempt even half of the stuff
Practised by our beloved uncle. Indeed we would all do well to try
And emulate the deeds of such a fly – a shining example to us all.
(continued in PART TWO )
I HELPED THE NEEDY
I took the money and kept it to support my own family for a year
Then asked their permission to leave for a year and work in Africa
I went to Kenya, to a poor family and their poor school there, which I had read about
Teaching is my trade so I taught them everything I knew
About English, math, wood construction, health, business
And many other things. I showed them how much the rich
Westerners care for them by being with them and sharing their burden
The end of the year came and I went home to my family
Glad to be back, but also glad to have worked in Africa
Years later some children had pursued their education with their better English
Had become doctors and teachers and builders and businessmen
They made efforts to change their country and make it a better place for all Kenyans
All the sick people, the uneducated, the homeless, the jobless
Who previously had little chance of improvement now had a better start
I felt that the benefit of education would ripple down from generation t o generation
I guess time will tell if I was right to take the money for my own family.
July 31, 2011
Been caught in a scam
Should I have just ran
Try to be good
For God as we should
Always to get bit
Just take another hit
Never knowing why
But continue to try
To live with the strife
Just wanted a wife
Will we ever just fit in the groove
Or should we just move
On the Golden list
I do not jist
Or just change my name
To fit and stay in the game
Never, never win
So I will just give in
Somber silly little Setter, English; painting trapped himself in the side yard whimpering, howling away wildly.
Sunscreen-on, moseying on over, in His tenderness He offers a helping hand. Hot Summers cool vapors the blessings found here, there to and fro leaning midst the still lulling; gentle calling of the Rains.
Yes the Grace of God, in His joy humming, arriving just in time, and so is Patience the greater venture I suppose the eminent virtue.
His Love always; Honest, Open... Willing already beholden... . Far beyond the wreck I make for myself and others... chains stretched bounded securing me yes, my freedom in kind stripped away from me given in the effort this provisional very prominence preceding me when in denial of these facts.
Isn’t it exciting?
How this event
Can make you feel
You know it’s heaven sent
Graduating from Middle School
Is the beginning of your life
You know to keep your cool
And must forever strife
For going on to High School
Is a wish we parents have
So you can get the knowledge
We as parents wish we had
To succeed with a good foundation
Is what it’s all about
Because an education
Is something you can’t do without
That knowledge that you’ll get
Will forever replace
The inexperience and seclusion
And make you someone in this place
Remember, for you to see the world
Education is your ticket
Because with education
You will have a wealth of knowledge, mind, and sound
So today CONGRATULATIONS
That with education
You are honor bound
Love: Mrs. Enriquez
Blue chips stared - boring
Appraising. 'Do you have anything
I stare back. Bristling.
Eyes streaming.Of course I had opinions to
I look around: solemn masks tinged with
comrades - are we faulted?
I am the Head; I must speak.
Deep breaths. I conjure my favourite fantasy
'We offer our apology - and hope
we are still in your good books -'
Pontificates. Obnoxious man; I chew my lips
'Oh, if you were out of my good
books we wouldn't be having this
I stare at the faces flanking him.
Baboons before their master.
Nose spasms; eyes twitching:
I get the message but ignore.
Deafening silence stretches
Sweet relish at his petulance.
You know not what you are
dealing with -
Haven't you heard of the notorious village
you this and that
you sill running like a rat
be smart like a cat
so much you can do
you are one the choose few
TRY SOMETHING NEW
Had a dream about my Pa tonight, We all went out with them to Lake Loral Nancy His wife cooking up a good ol' Chicken Pot Stew slow-cooked set way up high atop the hickory us loading up the Bayliner for our afternoon fishing trip.
We reminisced, Canoe in toe as we used to do just in case, yes just as we did back then; you-know if either would wished to float to one or more sides with the Canoe tied to the railings of the boat, or more or less to widen the chance at a greater spot to cast a gander upon our luck... .
My Father by adoption; having-stated many times early on in-all of our teenier all together, God being-in-charge of all good-Blessings and if-you will--luck... we'll always catch some albeit one Yes I began to see through this statement he mentioned often God is always presenting always providing this-His Honest Hope, for us both--as I believe like my Pa, for any one yes everyone who is patient remains-open... !
Our woes, and Peace abiding... uncertainty grievances questions yes laughter were our main recollections as we dropped our first lines as we cast them... .
I tell you I truly did love Him, still love Him, will always I figure... yes I know Some folk are so defined never wish to grow any further their Character divorced by Cancer, Nary did my Father allow it. On the day he passed He told Nancy, "I love my life. My Family Children. Love all those close to me.... but I'm tiered just plain wore out." the Lord took Him that night, the next day forthcoming I was told and O how I cried —
But then realized as I saw he lived the greater life - He worked on this purpose until the day he died, and so for all he work for this final reprieve — it was for all of the ones he loved, because I feel for all whom he loved, he'd prayed for all to do the same... Yes a suffering in kind the same I'm seeing now -
All-of-it I'm-finding; because he taught me the greater of his Faith nary a day apart from Him, and me... his youngest Son two Others older Sons if you will, yes I feel his family and friends still have this eminent belief to boast;
Yes, in-the Company--Comfort... of Jesus' Peace... !
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
When theres a knock on the door
will you be ready?
For all the things
That's outside the
world you live in?
When the telephone rings
will you be ready?
For everything which is being told
At the end of the line?
When they wake you up
will you be ready?
For the stuff tat happens in reality
And not the for the dreams you hope for?
When they open your eyes
will you be ready?
To see things as they are truly are,
Rather than what you've heard?
When you enter the dark tunnel
will you be ready?
To find light at the end of the tunnel?
Blog? Is that when your sink is clogged with blood?
its the deal
the trade meal
a part so make start
and sell you might do well
earn more and more
Greater 'Minds' Than Mine;
Have left the 'Earth' and walked away.
Einstein as a troubled child,
mixed socks and locked away.
Hubble and his visions eye'd,
are seen across the sky.
D.N.A...must free more how...
When freedom lies barred now.
Worlds within a world within a world,
his world one waits.
Within our dreams.
We do not wast our time on germs,
untill they show us how.
Is It Poetry
LOOKING AT MY SPAM
A guy with a busy-life like me has everything he could want, right at fingertips:
I can “stop snoring with a dentist-designed mouthpiece”
And can pay for it, after I “check my credit rating on line”.
Everyone I know should offer me “Congratulations” [ because I ]
“have been chosen to join the National Association of Professional Wrestlers”.
On the other hand my interests may lean towards the aesthetic:
And I could “learn at the University of Phoenix” until they award me
“the Degree on-line of beautician and cosmetologist”.
As consolation, I "can also obtain 70% off all [my] Viagra needs” -
Never knew, but older guys tell me it’s a drug to help ‘their health’.
Finally if the drugs and education can’t help, I can pursue
“Lawsuits for serious injury and compo” with those well-known
Ambulance chasers, Messrs. Ripoff, Fleecem & Grabbit.
Maybe writing a poem about reading spam is itself a symptom
Of my empty life. . . . . . . . . I really gotta get out more.
I got lost somewhere between hope and reality. I tired with all my might but things never seemed to go right. I had all my dreams ready but they never came true. I planned to achieve numerous goals but I never could. I had the perfect life planned out in my mind but now I feel as if I just wasted my time. My best efforts never produced any success. Have I been walking through life wasting all of my breaths? Quitting and surrendering is the obvious choice for me now. Do I continue to fight until I have nothing left? Should I just hold my breath and patiently wait for death? Too broken to die and barely alive to continue. I just wish I had a clue to figure out this mystery called life.
It's been so long since i have seen her smile.
Thirty five years give a month or two.
Boy you best get back in that line,
your dressed in blue to her you all look the same.
Boss she covers me, with all her dreams.
Reckless eye balling boy, no supper tonight for you.
I'm only asking why, 'Boss' man.
Boy your dressed in blue, your blue from head to toe.
Each day my wife, she comes and brings my lunch
besides that cup of fruit is not for fools.
Boy now what!
And then get back to work and just shut up.
Boss your eyes are blue and she is white like you.
Boy and whats the point your trying to make with me,
be quick or back in side the hole you go to keep.
Boss it's the kids...I see inside the car.
I think and I may be wrong....I've been wrong before.
But they look like twins or is it 'Boss' I'm color blind.
Don't they appear 'Boss' and your eyes seem clear..
Are they not looking to be...of color the same as me.
Is It Poetry
we;re all the same
there's no one to blame
for this pain
not walk in the rain
cause you like too
i tell you
from here and there
and every where
you see you can be
ALL PEOPLE OR FREE
and 'Ladies' young and old
do you even know
when i go into the grocery store
and how they come all around me
not even paying attention
as they watch me squeeze this and
and they being all that you are
some what more and some few less
take my hand and place it there
and in my hand they squeeze it
they squeeze it harder than they should
but i'm not paying attention
and as i'm thinking about squeezing
that which needs to be squeezed
in my mind i am squeezing it more
and watching some become flushed
there faces grow dark and pink
and so many my head spins around
looking down as i feel
all of that juice run free
through my hands
and all of my critical thinking
has left me it's gone.
Is It Poetry
this poem is on my website with this appended
Ecclesiastes 9:11 (New International Version)
11 I have seen something else under the sun:
The race is not to the swift
or the battle to the strong,
nor does food come to the wise
or wealth to the brilliant
or favor to the learned;
but time and chance happen to them all.
A fitting ending to this CharlaXFabel.
its a matter of taste
mind s going to waste
should no be
its is the key
to move ahead
but has to to be fed
it will be your guild
its not a race or face
TO HAVE PRIDE
Entries will be limited to the first 100 submissions. Thanks...tom
Bill beat them to death. Verbose and belligerent, banal and brilliant, Hicks would beat
you with a joke until you weren’t sure it was funny any more. But you’d still laugh.
Advertising advocates he indicated, would be best dealt with through suicide. Like
lemmings, but really jumping.
Clearly he can’t have so concisely come down on those poor cretins alone. Blasting and
berating the bourgeoisie, leaving no stone unturned. Advocating erogenous interaction and
nature’s narcotics never felt so fresh.
He cut a legendary figure, shining in mono on the stage, an anti-hero in the spotlight,
questioning the questionable and querying great quandaries for our bite-sized attention
spans. All joking asides and jeering anecdotes. The great, the goat, Gods and grass
gripped us throughout.
In his own immortal words, life is just a ride. Rails and loops, dips and troughs. Thrills
Bill’s the ticket inspector. Taking names and kicking ass.
1) ..Every time... I take a breath.
2) ..I think about... the trees.
3) ..Knowing that....deep down inside.
4) ..Each breath you take...no longer can I clean.
5) ..Is it True...your love I sought.
6) ..When on my skin... you carve your heart.
7) ..When here...upon my limbs birds nest.
8) ..While knowing that each root...I need.
9) ..If leaves are words...one poem makes.
10) ..And making none...you strip my branch.
11) ..Where then will you..hang your swing.
12) ..Looking up..why do I see..a heaven without trees.
Is It Poetry
this poems for everyone
there's work to be done
make a wish
have better year dish
don;t be like the fish
go one way here what i say
help other have a better day
show love and care
FOR THE WORLD
BEST OF THE COMMING YEAR
Coins turn tails and heads it seems so strait forward today we learn the
variables of luck.
It seems so simple tails or heads but there is so many games that cheaters
learn to play. Three card monte is all the bullies rage no one wins except the
deal. Play it once then run for life away gambling would be fine if luck ruled the
play. Men who gamble steal and kiss and cheat the way is linned with silk and
pistol play. Flipping pennies on a crack to see how close to the wall they got. Eye
ching tossing FIVE coins two land heads three land tails. TOTAL TWELVE.
Twelve is good luck for a chinese Charlax android one. A bakers dozen is good
for yew they laughed at me thirteen was lucky for the thieves. Greedy gain and
lining money baskets is all that eye was ever taught by them.Then there was Two
out of three where the coins had to match excatly we each had Heads twice the
third time we both had Heads again. What now eye said he gave me the
Quarter.Eye win. Liars poker has been popular for some time in the better bars.
Look at the number on a Dollar bill and there is matches make a poker hand like
8737738AA this would be Two aces and three sevens a full house for the player
picks the best five numbers to stimulate the cards? simulate them eye meant
like an android acting human and in love. Some Men toss piles in the pot and
sweat the alcholoic breath and sweat real bullits from there chest of money in the
corner in the safe marked all in ones. There are seven visible planets and
luminaries (Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn). Each one
rules a day of the week (Sun=Sunday, Saturn= Saturday, Moon=Monday, etc.) and
that is where the seven day week came from. Each one is supposed to have a
particular virtue or power. "The 3 (spirit, mind, soul) descend into the 4 (the
world), the sum being the 7, or the mystic nature of man, consisting of a threefold
spiritual body and a fourfold material form. These are symbolized by the cube,
which has six surfaces and a mysterious seventh point within..."
A mystery unfolds the number seven is included in this fabel about lucky
theyer out there
this time of year
so be aware
don't just stare
kept your mine
and in the socket
so your know
sometimes wonder how many dark chapters are lost between the glitter of the details,
Flowers of the most beautiful bloom lay dead while artificial wreaths are being twined,
And how much do you think a poor man will have to pay to buy the smile of a rich man,
It is a sad fact that very often human happiness feeds and thrives on human miseries.
There are men prospering in stark proportion of the lesser man working for a pittance,
Some rear a superstructure of comfort on the foundations of another mans ruined hopes,
We hear hardened tales of misery in newspapers, televisions so often it has no effect,
Soul destroying factories, profit by repetitive tasks, cutting out long learned skills.
Even in these enlightened days where higher education is available to the rich and poor,
How can some of the poorer families get money to pay for their graduate's costly upkeep,
Can they purchase uniforms, books and pay for lodgings to be near the free university,
Free education is too expensive for working classes, so now we have it, nothing's changed.
The Global Warming Goblins
and there are movies
featured with these
they 'd often spread
just to scare
they didn't care
like tales of dying whales...
and dying polar bears...
to like nature .
to like humans
Yet, the gruesome
blamed them for the strife
they set out to hurt humans
for the rest of their life.
Crunch! Gobble! Crunch!
"The earth will melt-they'd shout!"
And many more lies spread about!
"The earth will burn!"
"The earth won't turn!"
Lies, Lies, Lies !
" Serve us or lose your head!"
"For if you don't, you will dread.!"
Crunch! Gobble ! Crunch!
Copyright McCuen 2008
Just Like we were made in God's image
I believe he was made in mine
time is of the essence, and ever since
he was brought into this world
I been giving him something
I never had, a dad
and like all children we all make mistakes
so he's gonna be looking to me
to teach and distinguish real from fake
love from hate fact from fiction
true love from lust deception
and unjust from loyalty and trust
and if your gonna be anything successful
in this world education is a must
no one said it was easy, but
remember this anyone can give
a speech, what makes you great
is the audience that you reach
this world isn't what it's all
cracked up to be, and trust me
we're still fighting for freedom
because honestly it's still not free
your father was made in God's image
so, imma teach you how to walk like me
now you don't have to be like me
I want you to leave your own mark in life
so I leave with you life is what you make it
nevermind the roll of the dice
its not cool
to follow a fool
its bad news
and the blues
best thing to do
WHATS BEST FOR YOU
If a country’s majority of people are illiterate
Democracy will bear no sweet fruit
Whereas if a country’s most of the people are educated
Democracy will bring peace, harmony and prosperity.
Therefore governments ought to provide education to all citizens
In order to obtain good results of democracy
And if necessary they should go for free education
For the poor people irrespective of sex.
On the other hand education should be up to the mark
And moral education should also be provided
So that a corruption-free society can be established.
Thus democracy is able to set up a welfare state
Within a minimum timeframe.
“Pheonix is experimental courses involving the release of prisoners into society”:
Professor Hardon was now speaking to his children “he was thinking of them
already as his child and children he was daydreaming of a future world
populated by his prisoners released into Society to jerk the world around on HIS
string. When you do a book report eye the TUTOR have to grade them please
read only CharlaxFables so you will learn something better and eye can pass all
of you with highest honors. The Bathroom has been painted and the graffiti is
fresh and it has to be one of you. NO almost Screaming Tommy Gunn jumped up
and SPEWED his filthy words at the teacher. We think it is the girl that works as a
Library assistant for she is not helping the people who are not students. The
rules would work in a NAZI society there would be no loud talking in the library
they Matron would walk among the computors and swing her MILLYCLUB if
someone snickered. The portable classrooms have not yet arrived and the
prisoners keep milling about in the library chasing a hope and a dream to the
door of a classroom hoping it will magically appear in front of them while Charlax
Plugs are not available only in the outlets at the mall where you can also buy
coffee in a latte snicker at the freezing cold and hold thy nose with burgers
smelling like a dead old cow went yearning in the afterbrushes reeds and
rushes in the ditches working on the center stone of the idea of the century. The
Pig is dead the Rat is born a Chinaman's surprised the chinaberry's were so
plastic tasting never boiled them never tried them after fried in oil and butter and
the batter would be better with some butter and some soil. A man told me bugs
are good sources of protein how can one man go so very wrong he is not alive in
the same sense as ewe and eye. The semblance of an android to this human
image eye become is striking mee on both my nerves today seems like a
memory of half baked love. The Pheonix is now rising up the ashes of the
The Tutor is the elephant. The classroom is the world the students are the girls
in love. The lady has a favorite song
ewe aer my song
my hearts desire
my love of fortune
my sweetYheart ewe
my early life
my later years
my only love
The Teacher is a ruler and a lover of the song.
The professor is a lover and a ruler of them all.
i am 'Sad'
though not ashamed.
once some one said,
i was full of myself.
anyone, every one and
the rest who have,
done it as well, i know.
i love the moon, not any moon
but your's is the only moon.
i love when Lily confides to me,
about her Rose.
and the garden i tend always full.
i love toes,
'God' made each toe i love.
and 'Given' the care he gave each heart.
he has shown me,
and see it's like this.
if i had a single 'Rose' to kiss,
'Lily' would soon have to know about all the rest.
and then all the moons,
would find out about the best.
so you see, i am not that full of myself.
i am just always so heavy and full,
like all the rest and i'm ready to burst.
and even the 'Lord' knows,
that the toes that he makes are the best.
Is It Poetry
its for kepts
they don't cheat
put in hands
and pin make the plan
ring bell of the hell
you go thur so mush apin do
just tell it too
they will paper walk
WRITING PENS TALK
Good evening, folks...trust all is well.
First of all, let me congratulate all those who commented on the first Poem
Contest posting I had. Bear in mind, as Judge and Jury, only I am permitted to
send messages without words...It was mentioned that this would be a tougher
quiz...see with me, words are completely optional. Re. the $160 electrician's bill,
once, in my old house, I had one come and put a new ceiling light fixture in my
father's room, and track lights in my room. His work was awful, fixture was the
cheapest thing...I had worked in a retail lighting store, and knew he paid about
$20 for it, the track lights were extremely unsightly, the ceiling was butchered; the
entire job took no more than 30 minutes, and he handed me an $800 bill!! Talk
about highway robbery.
Now a few bits of Tomfoolery, with but a few "Tom's Tidbits".
How can I lose more stuff than I own??
It's a struggle to figure out how to get my cell phone to work. I wonder if that's
because I've never been imprisoned.
Talk about hot flashes...I had my first with the above mentioned electrician.
A ringing in the ears is but to be expected by someone named Bell.
Did I mention about the Honda Civic Center??
My "No Words" Poetry form should be posted with the Soup. What'ch ya' think;
"Tomfooleryesgue??" Any suggestions??
A bachelor like me gets so lazy, if I get hungry, the most I can do is take an olive
out of the jar...w hands, of course...
Comments; I wanted to post either "Electric Blanket" or "How to Pay Bills" but the
Soup won't allow it, cause they're too long, and require two postings...Should they
count as one? Or should I just post part No.1, and leave it up to you clever
people to find pt.2 on your own?? Is this idea acceptable, guys?? Please let me
know. The Soup is always busting my chops about using the number symbol. I
suppose there is a good reason....gotta find out why...they are like our parents
here, at least for me. Just wish they would cook me a meal once in awhile,
maybe do the laundry or somethin'....
Kindly post your votes on third poem being "Electric Blanket" or "How to Pay Bills"
which I have just "fine tuned" a bit...let's see how it runs now, or is, like a guitar, a
thing in need of a tune-up to play. You can post your votes as comments at this
posting site, and "write-in Candidates" are accepted gleefully...
Now, up with Clue No. 1 on Super Quiz Poetry Contest.
Okay, the moment you've been waiting for!!! Clue No. 1
and it speak
you should kept
writer things down
you never know
as you go
you can show
and mabe win with a grim
POWER OF A WRITING PEN
Yeah, Ruby, but Elvis had drugs!!
To Fred- You ain't that fly guy, r u?
To Patricia- that bug you caught- was he Freddy the Fly?
Catch ya'll a bit later.....tom
From a sleepy mind, unable to sleep...
These words I do feel deep...
The Soup has become my
number one family
One I spend my time with great joy,
I hope I don't too often annoy...
But that's what ya get,
When ya read a dumb goy...
Seriously (or as close as I can get)- to Christy- I am so glad you love the Shivaree
song- it was on the ending soundtrack to Kill Bill II. I first heard of it on a great
NYC college radio station, WFUV, from Fordham University...I was driving when I
first heard it, and nearly crashed! I was awestruck, and haunted...I ordered the
CD from Amazon (you can get anything there!)...and have heard it many times. I
have not been able to "get into" most of the other songs, because if you put a
Picasso next to the Mona Lisa, you can't really judge. I have trouble lately getting
a continuous clean video (on You Tube, same as you)- and hope there is a video
available from Amazon, but haven't checked it out yet.
To my precious Shar, you are so sweet, and easily the most popular poet on the
soup (well deserved)- I often get so wrapped up in writing, I have to train myself
to read more- And I've been trying...ever amazed by the talent I read, there is not
enough time in the day...and the reading is so pleasureable, it ought to be taxed!
(oops, none of us want that, it was a pun..."Monty Python"...the parrot sketch),
what a joy to have this great library to enjoy for years to come...And Christy, why'd
ya' send the racoon here?- He just left and I had to join "The Racoon Club" to get
him to go...Ya'll great, and I still got an hour or three left in me...
Incorporate, fifty word or less, must rhyme, and make some distorted Bell-ish
Neutron star in a can of tuna
Feathered boa on my poodle
Cooking Black Flag noodles
sweet candy of concrete and caramel
Oop, I fell in my Fruit Loops!