Aine, Irish faerie from Glaslough listened to butterfly’s advice.
Sage, solid, sassy, and succulent as always, and twice as nice.
It set the mood for the St. Patrick’s Day parade.
In Memory Of Mrs. Vera Latney)
Stop, all dat looking
down
Cause I ain't in that
ground
I'm in Mount Zion making
a joyful sound
Don't act like you aine know
I was heaven-bound
Up here, "raising the roof';
justa jumping around
With a halo over My head, I
wear like a crown
So none of that crying the tears
of SMOKEY'S clown
Since I, a new joy in Life have found
(for SOMEONE SPECIAL)
Man, I swear to God,
you rule
I bet aine None like
you, at school
I don't mean to put
you on a pedalstool
But, dude, you are
too COOL
Like 'a breath of fresh
air' or 'a dip in the pool'
A sweet taste in the mouth
making the Ladies drool
And, the way you shine out
like a precious jewel
Having your Wits about you,
being Nobody's fool
How I wish to make you, My
learning tool
(In Memory of Micheal Jackson)
That's what He was, gone too
soon
Leaving Us, on a whim, the 25th
of June
But, aine LIFE just like a cartoon
Funny, in terms of what happens,
at a full moon
For the Epidemic he started, proved
to be quite a boon
Judging from the way, We got caught
up, as if in a Cocoon
What every Teenaged girl needs,
A Plan B
When it comes to SEX and
Pregnancy
In terms of looking at it,
Mathematically
To prevent One and One from
Being three
Especially, if MOTHERHOOD, early
In life, they don't see
Besides, aine Nothing like, being
Single and carefree
(In Memory of the late, Marvin Gaye)
It was April of Nineteen Eighty-four
When We lost the Man, We did adore
Aine life funny;Our not knowing, what's in store
At least, the One he lived, was far from a bore
Cause he had hit Albums, by the score
But, for what he stood, meant So much more
Since he, about being REAL, opened up the door
Capturing the true Essence of being Black and Poor
Sending across a MESSAGE about Humanity and War
Yet, the Magic lies behind how he derived at the core
Ole Marvin, had a way of making Us to him, lure
How tragic, about his being shot dead to the floor
Although, apart of him remains on Lake Michigan's shore
And, if We listen closely at the waves, We can Still hear him, ROAR!!!!
I'm like Winnie the Pooh
Can't keep My hands out the hunny
Nah, I aine making jokes
Cause it sure aine funny
But, it gives A brother reason to smile
By keeping his days, All sunny
Especially, when they So hot
Until, it makes the nose runny
Got Me feeling like I'm rich
With a pocketful of money
What, you're asking if
I see Women, as a Playboy Bunny
No, it's just that they're like the bees
When making Love, Sweet as honey