You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise your attentive head up high
to be equipped for this compulsory journey oh sweet creature of my seed.
My hands of your molding and chastisement
are already the processing engine of your refinement
my strong willed mind and love soaked heart
complete the stages as you hold steadfast
to the train I’ve prepared for you
Listen attentively as I perform this segment of my duties
and lets take a tour round the routes of wisdom
and gallivant the landscape of experience
while I pedal your feet and smoothen your soles
Seasoned flavored virtues are an armour through which
life’s shots are overcomed
and a colourful behaviour becomes a saviour in times of need
Labor not your whole life in chasing vapour
for out of vigour, flour is made from wheat,
Bread from flour, but all for a time of enjoyment and satisfaction
Guilty syndrome is exhibited when a person answers unasked questions
and don’t force out jokes from your head
or else people will think your sense of humor is on a life support
Sunset is no accuse for the clock to stop running ad infinitum
thus, an excuse is like a punctured umbrella
it’ll still not stop the invasion of raindrops
Your natural desires are borderless, but your ability
to strongly control them is what makes you distinct
from other species in the animal kingdom
Love has no prefix, suffix or adjective
it is what it is and as powerful as
causing natural instincts to be abdicated in favour of kindness
just for the carnivore to embrace abstinence.
He who begins a tale becomes its reference
don’t say what you cannot defend in court
rumour is a bad odour which spreads beyond the neighbourhood
and puts a noisy siren on your personality
Bad companionship will lead you to the garbage
and corrupt friends will join others
to marvel at the immortality of your adopted stupidity
Wash your face every morning with these words
and take your every meal with these lines
then would they be spices
to which your life is preserved.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015
Always have a book at hand,
In the parlor, bedroom and loo.
Condensed thought on paper,
This is the world for you.
My daughter loves to read,
Must have something to hold.
No cover or pages,
Not even a center fold.
Electronic books these days,
For the person on the go.
Flip it on for convenience,
Living color, like a show.
Reading can entertain,
Delight the lonely heart.
Those without education condemn it,
The learned ones tear it apart.
The many pieces of the written word,
Bring light to those in the dark.
Challenge the mind of the curious,
Give your life a spark.
No entertainment is so cheap,
No pleasure lasts as long.
Your mind flies o'er the pages,
The words are like a song.
The love of reading,
Challenges the soul.
Nothing else given to man,
Can make one whole.
There are those who read,
To know what the world has done.
Others to enhance their personal life,
To be the brightest one.
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Master Sergeant, USAF - Retired
Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2016
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.
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012
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"
Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013
Inception of poise anon-times.) And burgeoning..!
"Plays" of & to; each entered instance...
To posterity through eternal inference..!
Copyright 20 12 2011 Joe Maverick..
Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2011
Each field is barren white with snow,
around me blind, they know.
Darkness brings the haze of dawn,
how many must it show.
While many miles of web it's barb,
it tastes and grows.
Bringing home the wheat,
and powdered souls,
spread open far and wide.
Touching only youth,
Each gem from stone,
pours out and lost our seed it keeps.
Is It Poetry
Copyright © Poetry Is It | Year Posted 2009
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
Copyright © Wolf Lief | Year Posted 2012
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.
Copyright © Hannibal Lecter | Year Posted 2011
How much of bitterness is truth we cannot swallow.
The acridity of words held idle for too long, fermenting
in the cauldron of conceit, the spoils of victory flaunted
in feigned servility. What scales measure life against
life, gain against greater gain, success against success?
Can we not savor the sweetness of another’s gifts
without coveting them, bathing them in our envy,
sullying them with our rancor? Could we not applaud
the valor and perseverance of the triumphant, revel
in a rivalry well played, tip our equally soiled cap,
nod in an appreciation of a job well done?
Must the fist of failure pummel all who do not win,
remove the joy of competition’s camaraderie,
negate the lessons learned, the hours shared,
diminish the successes in setting and
eclipsing goals and gains. Does not the acrid stench
of final gun fade, slowly drifting on a passing breeze?
Why must the truth hold bitter still, unable to accept
the success in every failure and the failure in
John G. Lawless
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015
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
Copyright © sanjit saha | Year Posted 2012
the Indian education system is the worst
because the parents and students aim for first
this is because education is turning out to money
but this is not funny
each individual has a dream
but sometimes the light does not beam
because of the society
and the parents anxiety
every parent wants their child to get education stardom
and snatch away the child's freedom
the parents doesn't want their child to gain knowledge
and they want their child to put their effort till the edge
no one can understand that marks are just numbers
and they make us climbers
how can numbers be a mark of our thinking capacity in our brain
the sentences we read from our book will vanish like rain
the disaster is the television publicity for the topper
and everyone thinks the toppers are sharper
but most of the topper are just blind fold in mugging up each line
without understanding, but everyone thinks its fine
because of this attitude of Indians we are down
and other country treat us like clown
and mold us according to their wish
like their favorite dish
memory is just a skill
it cannot lead us to the top of the hill
in depth knowledge will lead us to great height
like wright brothers who found flight
whenever this situation changes our country will shine
and other countries will wait back in line
India should make leaders
and not workers
Copyright © yashika ramesh | Year Posted 2015
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.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2009
The College Caravan
Last night we loaded the minivan with her
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, and chest of plastic drawers
stuffed with clothing, toiletries, school supplies, and posters.
While our vehicle is tightly packed, her room stands hollow;
drained of stuff and spirit, except for the furniture she left behind
like the last icicle melting unnoticed in the spring thaw.
Morning’s excitement, today’s foreseen guest, found her passkey
so early, she displaced the alarm clock, announcing her presence.
On the verge of adventure, our cramped van vacates the driveway,
eager to meet the other jammed vehicles joining our journey.
Sporadic chatter splinters moments of spurned monotony,
spanning the miles amassing in our rearview mirror until …
A hatchback hauling a heavy load leads our line exiting for the rest
stop, where the parking lot hosts vehicle after vehicle stuffed with
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, and chests of plastic drawers …
Our re-entry acceleration runs smoothly, courtesy of a
clamshell-covered car graciously slowing to permit our advance.
From sedans to SUV’s, the right lane is flush with fenders and
families, forming a cohesive chain whose links approach “The Exit”
signaling for the deceleration lane. The college caravan, flowing
onto the exit ramp and through the green light, turns and winds
along Main Street. As the minivans, hatchbacks, clamshell-covered
cars, and SUV’s pour onto college campus USA, they’re carrying
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, chests of plastic drawers,
and, of course, the proud, nervous parents …
escorting the Freshman Class of 2015!
Copyright © Elizabeth Wyler | Year Posted 2015
Blog? Is that when your sink is clogged with blood?
Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007
Broke the Rules...
Left some clues...
I'm a fool...
Living in a cesspool...
I hear the economy is bad...
And getting worse each day...
Although it hasn't affected me in any way..
I can even keep kosher if I choose.
So what do I have to lose ?...
I get three meals a day..
And sometimes a snack...
Clean clothes everyday I put on my back..
Exercise is a daily routine..
that I choose to do ..and it keeps me lean..
My quarters are small..but after all..
We have a room with a big color TV...
And a place for family and friends who visit me...
Healthcare ? not a problem you see..
As I don't pay for insurance like thee...
Problem with teeth...rectified
Education, Degree, I can even be Certified..
Because unlike you, who lives outside..
You need to work to survive...
Now I'm a part of the system you see..
And have it much easier than any of thee..
I broke the law and now pay the price...
But I'm still better off than your lousy life...
And when I'm released, I will qualify for...
Medicaid, Medicare and even more...
So you may have done it different than me...
But in "old age ", we're equal you see...
Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013
It was the dawn of a new day;
knowledge and truth sought and given.
As I gave, so was I again taught.
(Ask, and it shall be given)
“Teacher, same said Egypt ina Africa
lak ina de Bible?”
“Same said Egypt, son;
same said Africa.”
(Seek, and you shall find)
dem neva tell we
(By night they stole us; by day they maimed our minds)
“I know son;
But we now teach ourselves”
“Ah true, Teacher; ah true.
Dis day be a new day dat’a com.”
(Truth, trampled to the ground, always rises)
Free your mind and you are;
but like butterflies, be aware
of the rain.
(The truth shall set you free)
Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015
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!
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2012
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
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2009
(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.
Copyright © Joshua Akinwande | Year Posted 2011
What is Being Ahead in Life?
Being ahead in life is a lot of people’s goal
A path that is easy for some and hard for others
Others are born to it, and does well
Some does not and they all have drama
These are people who struggle in Life
But drama I speak of is not just drama
This Aspect that carries your will without will
What is being ahead in life?
The question is so unrevealing it can go on
But this is what life is all about going on
Without fake feelings or bad negotiation
The value exists not of value it is all not objects
It is a story within a story, Life is all about stories
What to not read and what to read
When you can read and when you can accept
The belief of virtue with others would be
What is being ahead in life?
Being notice that you exist is what I rather have
Not money nor fame, I am what I am
Life goes on and values change but do you
To be in such hurry to gain the respect of others
Is so flaw in so many ways, those feelings you accept
Is tarnish and fake, what life do you think you lead
Never been reached, because you cannot reach it by objects
The question again is this
What is being ahead in life?
If you can answer this true, with no stutter, lies, or fake stories
Then you are ahead in life, because you do not fear it
The journey to believe in you and choices
The journey that belongs to you with out walking away from it
The journey becomes your destiny
The journey you meet people who has the same goal
The journey to get in life is a question that you do not want to answer
This is why this question is the way it is
What is being ahead of life?
Being is you
Ahead is what you see
Life is the spirit that you are
What? Is the question
Of is what are we made of
Is the present
Any of these tell you that you need something to take to your after life?
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2015
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.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2011
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.
Copyright © tom mcmurray | Year Posted 2011
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.
Copyright © Natala Orobello | Year Posted 2011
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 )
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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...
Copyright © chimwemwe chiluba | Year Posted 2011
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
Copyright © Joshua Akinwande | Year Posted 2011
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.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2009
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!
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Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
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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.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2008
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.
Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2008