Presumably assuming,
Presents peculiar perspectives,
Within our collective,
As a selective few move through,
Unabated,
Unafraid of the path laid before them,
Restoring glory to an old story,
As we climb assuming the truth,
Teaching our youth what's true,
Sharing the beauty of the view
As we stew the pot,
It's getting hot and ready to boil,
The soil ripe for sowing,
As we keep growing as a whole,
Giving love the control,
Governing our own soul,
Presumably assuming the best,
We have passed the test,
You guessed it,
I'm talking about you,
I assume you already knew,
Just what you came to do.
Consent covered by deceit,
Would be nice if I could retreat.
Instead of being beat,
By an unseen enemy.
Our world run like a company,
So many tired and dying.
They're trying to kill us,
Training us to cuss.
Hustling through the bustle,
The food poisoning our muscles.
As we hustle through the bustle,
Ads rustle threw our mind,
Leaving only dirt to find.
While hiding behind the light,
They're playing with our sight.
Most are too weak to fight,
This just isn't right.
When will the night end,
And time bend,
So my heart can mend.
You're my only friend,
Who can heal this land.
I demand Justice,
Because I can,
Come help my fellow man.
salt
on potatoes
livening them up
salt on the road
melting black ice
salt in a block
feeding deer
are you worth your salt?
like potatoes and black ice?
do you enjoy your salt
like the deer?
When the elders declare a war,
they have lived their lives.
Wars thundering through the
centuries,
Death is present to reap,
it’s the children who fall.
They haven’t walked enough,
in childhood’s discovering journey.
The bombs, the drones,
the guns,
the screams of fright,
it’s the children who fall.
Dust plumes in the hellish rampage,
and in the rubble they are dead,
mothers, fathers wail to God Who
weeps on His heavenly throne.
Psyches bleed, ravaged by grief.
Wars trample and crush the flowers
of innocence,
as the butterflies search for them,
it’s the children who fall. ~
The breast of the Carolina wren sighs,
and the tinge of autumn glorifies the
silent beauty of his engraved name on
marble and granite,
a tribute to the youth bridegroom
known for the cherish of his gleaming
love he had in life.
A cascading veil of lace,
white roses,
teardrops,
a pall cast over his bride and
nuptial guests.
Hail him, with his heart that had
goodness, generosity, and joy.
The bridegroom died on his
wedding morn.
In a passage of mortal to eternal,
the sparrows dedicate sorrow in
autumnal songs to him.
His betrothed stands in the grass,
her groom, her love, in
September’s embrace,
In the mourning fields.
North Carolina bereavement is
everlasting,
in her mountains of gold and
crimson,
her Piedmont, her coast.
Such lament aflame-
unbridled in its pain.
Our paean rings of his song,
his tragic journey to join the Lord
and His angels,
as the mist shrouds envelop
his bride,
in the mourning fields. ~
hedgehogs, happy birthday hats and hamsters have a holiday
having hand-held hoes has highlighted Harry’s heavy Hanover hay
hellacious heavy thunderstorms hasten the hedgehogs away
leaving birthday hats and hamsters, who happily decide to stay.
Reading is good and easy
As is loving a pet
Without a noisy jet
Or even Picking a ripe tomato
Deciding what to read
That is what’s hard
As are waiting for the first tomatoes
And avoiding the eye of the wind
Sometimes something seems hard
But is really very easy
Including reading learning
And reading as well!
Soft power of a white shirt
is worn by public women
who are a minority
Their lifestyle has nothing
to with the struggling
low-income women we see
all around us
we were supposed to sing the song as a duet, Pa and me
he is a rooster, which means cocky and ornery as can be
I did my best on this song, starting out on the low C key
Pa sang it double time as if we were flying to Kentucky
I got louder, my way of getting back at this pompous he
Pa got louder, stunning radio people in WH3
My mother had seen this as she watched our eggs three
You two need a vacation she said, get on to Tennessee
Why that state? Asked Pa, who was irritated with me
Isn’t that your home state? answered my mother to he
Kentucky, he said. Let’s go, he added, nodding to me.
we came home with a basket full, egg count twenty-three.
big balloon-like bouncy Barney B. bear
Came out of the bushes from practically no where
His nose had led him straight to this buzzing bee hive
He hesitated a few minutes when he counted thirty-five
The bees are in a tizzy, he thought, who stirred them up?
Did he have his bee suit? No. It was being let out by Buttercup
Buttercup was Barney’s bubbly, bounteously beautiful wife.
Barney dove into the bees for honey, for he only had one life.
fourth of July T-rex was carrying fireworks for the park
They would all be lit in a specific order after it got dark
People were seated on blankets, whispering about this lark.
Luckily, they did not see T-rex, as the park was so dark.
kraken bagged his first clipper ship on a Monday afternoon.
I love the feel of it in the bag, he told his cousin Swoon.
Swoon thought that keeping a ship in a bag was bad luck.
He asked how the creatures would breathe, but
Kraken did not give a gut
feather witch queen had a colorful headdress of feathers
she showed it off to her familiar, a black crow named Weathers
Weathers was irritated with the dyed job, it is fake he said.
She got angry and gave him a super noogie on his fat little head.
the desserts were bragging they had stolen my tooth
It was cake and ice cream, both hailed from Duluth
They were obscene, bragging with outrageous smiles
I wanted them to go away, at least a hundred miles
I knew they had taken other teeth from me too
I had lost several to cavities, and it made me blue
The desserts were boasting they had stolen from me
I wanted them to fall off the edge and end up in the sea
the aliens did not come empty handed, they brought their own camper
It had a clothes chute, a laundry room, and an empty clothes hamper
They showed me their kitchen and their tv room, which was amazing.
I turned and saw three more aliens on beds, they were just lazing
They offered me a tv dinner, and I thought what the heck
the meat tasted crunchy, like a brittle turkey neck
there was something that looked a bit like potatoes on the sink
They offered me that too, but it turned my stomach, as it was pink
We had a good time, even though I did not know their language at all
They measured my tummy, and made a note that I was not so very tall
I recognized the numbers, they were similar to those we use here.
They hugged me too hard, making my eyeballs pop and tear.
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