Bring your sick along beside Me
Jesus healed the sick and lame
Heal me Jesus the woman cried
Jesus knew her and her name
Come to me dear daughter He said
Let me show you the forgiving way
You touched My cloak, it moved me so
She dropped to her knees and prayed
Power starts to wane,
Decisions lose their sharp edge,
New winds soon will blow.
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Time runs out, no more
Power wanes, the wings are clipped,
Legacy remains.
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Some old guy on a park bench
looks like Jesus,
if Jesus had lived to be some old guy.
I'm old, not really, really old
but I look older than that guy on the bench.
From his coat pocket
he scatters crumbs among the pigeons.
The birds are diseased, they got warty stumps for legs.
I know what stumps look like; seen way too many.
He looks at me and winks.
I don't think he's gay; don't care anyway.
I think he can read my mind,
because he just laughs and laughs
as if I had just told the best damn joke ever.
The pigeons rise up and fly away.
It's a beautiful sight,
sunlight speaks through their wing feathers.
Every one of them sick birds is beautiful.
I’m so caught-up in the moment
I forget about disease or stumps.
I still don’t get the joke - never will, I guess.
You say to me, “why don’t you go away?”
“I’m thousands miles away already, as you know
Where to fly from here, where to stay
There’s no direction I can take to go”
“Stay where you are”, you say, “I’ve no concern
About your present life, your past and future
I have a share of troubles on my own
And I don’t want to make my troubles mutual”
“But I just want to help…”- “You always do!
I’m sick of your advising, stupid man!
Don’t talk to me of things you never knew
I deal with serious stuff for now and then!
Think what you will, how bad I am and all
How good are you, how true you are to me
Don’t press me with emotions, its your fault!
You are unreal with your stupid fantasy…”
“Why you’re boycotting me, what have I done,
For what did I deserve such attitude?” -
“This is your favorite question, you’ve done none!
You just get on my nerves, this makes me rude!
But this is me, its useless to explain
Just take it as it comes, or go away!
Go write another poem – pretty lame
Your poems are, but you keep writing anyway”.
(Inspired by Deep Purple song “ When a blind man cries”)
(Verse 1)
I’ve kept the door open for you
I want to see people standing in queue
Find me smiling after a long time in blue
I’m not pretending
I’ve really found me new
(Chorus)
I’m a lame man
I’m a lame man
But my sky is bright
When a lame man smiles
You will know
His heart is full of delight
(Musical Interlude)
(Verse 2)
She came shining in my life
Made me happy
Took me away from all strife
Joyful time saturated my life
We began to fly
On wings of love in cheerful sky
(Chorus)
I’m a lame man
I’m a lame man
Now my life is complete
When a lame man smiles
You will know
He is in love so sweet
why kick lonely lame dog
who will suffer from much pain
felt from first moment
a speedy trial act
always applies to both sides
equally applied
if we would have known
possessed a different view
which was established
what would happen next
based on final decision
have to call case closed
All over is the same,
we scratch each other's, that is the game.
We kill logic, hard truth, wisdom and opinion,
we don't feel any shame.
We break our conscious like a horse
and live like a lame.
(11.08.2023)
Woodrow's wife is the apple of his eye
But there's been no sex lately and here's why
She told him that he's lame
Every night it's the same
There are other options she wants to try
I maintain some names badly annoy,
Whichever way one might them employ:
In just minutes turn one into flame
like hands and feet one's self esteem maim.
I never prayed for Dragon as name.
Charles had at me flung it as a game,
And for days I was not the same;
In the end venturous tongue to blame...
Already violent who was tame;
A vengeful impulse and what to claim:
Clear make it that I had lost prized fame
In image much worse than an old dame.
Men there are one dare not call a name
Or one might soon join The Lame:
With limps and hops back to where one came...
Such won't a good picture make nor frame.
Since you were fixed under the knife
your perfect face renewed your life.
But darling, mine remains the same -
your attitude is pretty lame.
I’d pay a fortune to revoke
your face… except I’m badly broke.
February 1, 2023
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Contest: Bite Size
My mind seems mess,
more worse than a match of chess.
Felling everyday the same,
like every video is roasted by
Khaby Lame.
Finding out something to do
hoping for something good
no matter how bad the day
at the end of it, I love the food.
Now, problem is my soulmate
but I don't know how to say,
every time she comes near me
I just try to push myself away.
So, I can find some peace
before my life get seize.
Can the undeniably lame
Play a hard football game
And it will still look the same?
Already, I’m suffering his shame
But see upon the brave lame
A thrust gigantic fame
And lips screaming his name
And discussing the amazing flame!
I myself shall God blame
For excellent legs he could claim
To with them FIFA balls tame
Leo Messi proving ‘A Real Dame.’
You said I was fake, laughed in my face,
ignored as I suffered, recorded your hate,
you said it's all nothing, I said that you are mate,
then I walk away, and you stand and wait,
never returned, confuses you, blame my mental state.
Selfish deluded rage, saying these 3 are me as you demonstrate all 3.
Blaming me aimlessly shaming me crazy,
while your brain can't explain drained of all memory,
I know you're the nasty one, you're also the nutty,
but because I showed rage all are home to me.
Time will tell, karma won't fail, you are ill, you are not well
Now pouts the ex-president Trumpty
his turkey-day gravy’s all lumpy
he’s down on his luck
for he’s a lame duck
his a** voters threw in the dumpty
Susan Ashley
November 26, 2020
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Out On A Lim
Sponsor: Joseph May
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