Skinny girl cat was horrified
When she finally realized
She looked more human than cat, her reflection was petrified.
How can this be? She asked her ma who lied.
No idea, her mother said.
She knew her husband and preferred to not be dead.
Why you look more human, is odd as lead.
We really do not know, her daddy said.
Elevator! Take me to thirteenth floor!
I'm sorry, Dave! I'm afraid I can't do that!
Indeed the panel lights skip a beat,
Beyond the limit of what one hand can count.
Off the precipitous cliff into the valley periphery,
Into the shaky, rebellious and withdrawn teens
Between childhood, tears and grown-up years.
A baker's dozen, a boost to some!
Or the Loki or Judas curse of a gate-crasher supper guest.
Even the moon tries to squeeze
An extra quaff in 12 months of years and 12 hours of days.
For the number thirteen is an exceptional outcast
It's amiss peripheral, a step beyond.
Amiss a world of violence with hate and greed strong
I withdraw within my earthen mound refusing to belong
Evil's ugly face embedded into men's souls
the wickedness they gleefully in pale they hungrily show
Mutilate children and wars for profits greed
those who speak against it are blamed for the deeds
A new world order for the richest one percent
paid by starving masses they taunt and forget
The earth bleeding with technology as a god
love evaporating in the sunlight with the fog
Mass media reports nothing but only spreads hate
only one view announce never allow debate
Stop the growth of food let them eat themselves
do not use real energy go green for it is pelf
No justice or morals or laws of any kind
mocking the victims celebrating the crime
Harvest the organs of the unborn and very poor
the rich class lives forever they must endure
A new world religion feels very very old
Lucifer rules the world his bloody crown of gold
Enough I shelter into the earth's womb
underground peace I found buried in my tomb.
I strolled upon the crests of darkened hills
reveling at the fragrant aroma of daffodils
Suddenly, stardust glittered in a nearby field
Its enchanted power was amazingly revealed.
A single sunflower towered at great height
Shadowed orb wide open, unusual in the night
Its leaves sparkled, but could a star cause this?
An unlikely occurrence ~ something was amiss.
Was I imagining the vision of this phenomena?
Perhaps it was a heavenly sign from Andromeda
The moon dipped lower in the cerulean sky
as I watched the bloom with the cyclops eye.
Had a mystical spell been cast over my mind?
If so, it was a gift of the most wondrous kind
I was enrapt by the aura of a sunflower in glory.
Sadly, bereaved when no one believed my story.
I'm starting to feel that some thing major may be amiss,
when I asked myself this am where is my water dish.
I truly love dogs but currently own none.
Could it be possible that I am turning into one?
I enjoy my exercise and like to eat alot.
Some days I now pant, especially when it's hot.
Most mornings I'm energetic but later my energies zapped.
I'll curl up with a book and take an afternoon nap.
My skin is dry and itchy.
I thought it allergies.
Could it be that some thing else is going on with me?
I love to greet people where ever I go.
I really hope I don't wag my tail to and fro.
They say that a dog lives seven years to are one,
so if I'm now a dog this life is more then done.
My life is always in a mess,
Something must be amiss,
I'm not living the ordinary,
Things happening contrary,
It all began when I was young,
A better life I always yearn,
Nothing seem to add up,
All my life is ed d up.
Left right and center,
Every place I enter,
All I get is a blow,
When will my star glow,
I'm now fit to be independent,
But I still remains dependent,
I cant tell where I went wrong,
My days and nights too long,
Where there's a will there's away,
Dear God let your will be done your way,
Let this not happen to any other,
Neither should I see another.
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.
THE FOOL HAS SAID......
A human who believes there is no God
And we were made from nothingness
Cannot be thinking straight at all
Does not know he is amiss
To start with, how can he say
That humans, stars, and flowers
Were all the result of pure chance
And not intelligent powers
It takes a huge stretch of human mind
To think that such could be
That over a long period of time
Nothing created you and me
And also to the infidels
Who say a God exists
But they think he tossed us all away
As a piece of rotten fish
But real intelligence will show us clear
That our Creator's plans must be
The only kind we can truly believe
That will make sense to you and me
Copyright, Kathryn Search
S-un won't go amiss,
H-e will come up again;
A-pril fifteenth Saturday,
N-ight cold raindrops
E-nd.
A-n early sun won't go amiss,
L-etting the light warm your heart;
C-hill of the wind is over,
A-s the shadows depart.
N-ew dawn has broken
T-o erase the haze and mist;
A-fter the twilight is gone,
R-ising sun won't go
A-miss.
Rose pink glow back on that clear face,
Oranges and reds reflecting on space,
Starlight bouncing on cotton fluff,
Just one of those divine stuff,
Swinging gently to and fro,
On my swing I thought,
Everything is beautiful though,
Then why this sudden drought,
My heart dry for some reason unknown,
An indescribable hollowness sown,
Chirping birds and beauty celestial,
Still I am missing something essential,
What could it be I puzzle again,
Lovely things all in a chain,
Yet something amiss,
Some missing piece....
07/01/2020
Lo! if I Could just
Just catch a breath
Another chance at the tree of life
Atop the Lotus tree
To be rendered with remote reshaping
To catch the breathe
From God lips
To embrace the winds.
And see all the horizon
Embrace me
O heavenly skies
Kiss me with thy spirit soul eyes
Winds and clouds all see the horizon
Embrace me while alone with God
Breathe life in me once again
As I hold on top of a Lotus tree
All of the leaves come everyone
Come climb, fly, With Me be reborn
9/9/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
Our hopes sky high, we drove along the coast
We'd ask our folks their blessing for to wed
The bridge was out, perhaps the first signpost
Yet neither of us felt the slightest dread...
When we arrived, we felt something amiss
Our parents' faces ashen, gaunt and long --
No more to thrill to love's expectant kiss
~ Our different religions made it wrong
Iambic Pentameter
There is yelling and crying
Good.
There is screaming.
A loud wail. Great!
Uh-oh.
Dead quiet.
I creep up, quietly
To spy on them
Knowing something is
Up. They are four, six,
And eight,
Only quiet when they
Are up to their most
Dastardly deeds.
Lost in the wildness,
my mind
amiss,
looking for a trail,
that does not
exist,
seeking a star to guide me,
though the mist
a blizzard to out run,
yeah…
only in my dreams
can this be done
frozen to death
never
to be missed
The mystery man in the orange feathered hat,
Invited Miss Scarlett to a Tit-and-A-Tat.
She had no idea what it was but she went anyway.
She wasted her precious time, and a lot of her wonderful day.
Abject annoying politeness kept her in her seat,
Trying to pretend he was exotic and fun.
When she should have been swiftly on the road,
Much more quickly and wisely on the run.
The mystery man in the orange feathered hat,
Revealed nothing about himself and was weirdly insane.
Miss Scarlett stayed in place like a solid place mat.
Until she could run away, out in the rain.
Moral of the story, in case you did not see.
Is to honor yourself, to your heart feel, be.
When something is amiss, be on your way.
When something is wrong, do not let it take most of your day.
R-ight path has shown
Y-ou the truth and light;
D-on't ever go astray,
A-im at the crown so bright.
V-icious lie of the dark
I-s nowhere to be found;
L-et the fifth of July shine,
L-ove of God is all around.
A-llow your life to go on,
R-eaching the heaven's door;
I-n spite of devil's deceit,
N-ever go amiss anymore.
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