I wrote a documentary
that would have won a BAFTA
But nobody would fund it
It was not what they were afta
I pitched the plot to Netflix
cuz they have a lot of money
They sent me packing, laughing
“Don’t call us, we’ll call you, Sonny”
I lastly pitched to Paramount
hoping they’d save the day
They took one look at me
shook their head and said, “No way!”
It’s such a shame that no one knows
your worth unless you’re famous
I always seek some solace from
those cookies made by Amos …
Famous (yummy) Amos (yummy)
“Makes your eyes light up (and)
Your tummy say ‘Howdy.’”
'Least likely' times three,
Putting me through difficulty
To persuade me to go away,
Axing with, "Have a nice day..."
So much for a 'Protection Plan'!
That maze through which no one can,
Defeat the 'Crooked Counterplan'!
The 'gods of profit' win again!
(sigh)
'Most likely' times three,
These "gods of profit' turn beastly,
And poison justice everywhere,
Until their profit becomes a snare!
Israel's leaders blind and dumb!
Their nation so far out of plumb.
God sent His prophet, Amos, to say,
Their 'profits' He would drain away!
Despising 'God's Truth' cannot win.
'His Truth' rises to win again.
Jesus Christ is His 'Point Man',
Look to His 'Protection Plan'!
Cheers! Emmanuel Amos:
A Fast Gathering Moss!
No more a Rolling Stone.
The magic wrought alone…
Now, nice strong. houses builds:
Vibrated blocks for them wields
All Strong Generators
Withstand Incinerators…
Amos I’d taught in Okpo
A World I’d sought her succour:
From a tough part of the clan;
She could go to war no plan’
I would never forget Amaiyi:
Sounds much like Poet Niyi.
Four years it was over
And again turned A Rover…
A Great Meeting this year
January starts with beer!
You stole my son without communication leaving me in massive distress.
With no regard to my feelings as I laid my soul to rest.
I died that night maybe two or three times you see.
You’ll never know how much he means to me.
You’ll always be the reaper as declared by the Lord.
I’m the faithful plowman waiting for my turn.
To see his joyous smile each and every day.
The days are coming Lord, I hope so much, yet I pray.
I pray, I pray, I pray so much, no one knows how bad it hurts.
To have your world turned upside down by such a hateful man.
He acts so innocent, to pretend his innocence once again.
I’m the faithful farmer planting all the seeds.
So sunflowers will bloom again underneath that live oak tree.
God is supremely graciously good
to all that He owns as His own
among all the nations that He made
for Israel, He will shake even His known
Behold the Lord commands in His voice
to divide His precious from those of no account
even the pebbles are God's own formation
loving them so dearly like to His divine fount
Everyone who believes in Jehovah God
is called precious in the Lord's own heart
nothing shall separate His love from them
specially joined uniquely in no small part
As with Job so with every believer in Christ
for Satan is held in God's sovereign chain
so it is equally for every believing child
God's in total control so Satan has no gain
God's sieve is taken to shake about
all that exists around the nations
but all of God's pebbles are securely safe
for He has a place within His holy station
(“For behold, I will command,
and shake the house of Israel among all the nations
as one shakes with a sieve,
but no pebble shall fall to the earth.)
Amos 9: 9 ( ESV)
We were relaxing on the bed, Amos and me.
He is my He-cat, older, set in his ways you see.
I have to calm down a bit, or he holds me down.
Sometimes I am too bouncy, he gives me a frown.
Today it is raining, we are up on Mom’s bed.
I am leaned over his side. Man, he is well fed!
He is reading a comic book about Tom and Jerry.
I am asking lots of questions. He calls me Barry.
I keep telling him I’m a girl cat, but he does not care.
He kind of thinks I am kind of up in his hair.
But on rainy days like this, we are contented, we two.
We may even make a little bit of fish market stew.
I am his pet cat, and he is my He-man elder, and I love him ever so.
He pretends I am a nuisance, but I know it is just a clever act.
Because when I am not around, he is begging to know
Where I am, how long I’ll be and when I’m coming back.
My Great Great Aunt Prissy had a magical dog.
She never needed friends but she did have a blog.
Her acquaintances were thrilled with her pix
Of a talking dog with costumes so thick
She would put hilarious captions under the blog
Stating the words came from her magical dog
A border collie with a mad sense of humor
We all laughed, thinking she had a brain tumor
My Great Great Aunt Prissy made her dog famous.
When she passed we fought over who got her dog Amos
By then he was up to six million hits every day
Advertisers were eager to throw money his way
I drew the long straw and took Amos home gladly
He was mouthy, a diva, and spoke his voice gladly.
A magical dog loving his own fans and gobs of hype
He is standing over me now watching me type
Criticizing my English, correcting my grammar.
Laughing at my mistakes in a belligerent manner.
Great Aunt Prissy’s sassy confident magical dog
No longer has a following, friends or a blog.
Out of sight and ought of mind is a philosophy vain,
It holds not a bit between friends of standing;
(Not even between enemies, again!)
The more time takes you from sight,
Much more your thoughts arrest my mental train;
And I can’t help but pen this rhyme,
To treat the wound wreaked by time.
Till again we meet these two observe:
Remember your Savior upon the Calvary tree,
And the others a kind request of love,
That you please pray for me!
well, Amos got tired
of picking up fares
in his Harlem cab,
and decided to take
a break,
maybe from the urban
blues, he'd find a way to shake
so he drove his cab
to his favorite country spot,
with his bow and arrow,
rifle season, it was not
he waited in patience
for prey to come
bag some venison
so the meat he could
with Andy, share some
a tad bit cold,
took a sip of rum
to warm himself
he wasn't dumb
from out of the foliage
came a deer
cautious eyes,
wide alert ear,
Amos aimed and fired once
oh dear!! I've missed!!
oh deer, now I'm pissed!!
oh dear deer, where'd
you go? my deer....
arrow stuck in the dear deer's rear....
oh dear! oh deer!!
Oh my God, just
what I'd learned to fear...
such crappy aim!!
and I was so near...
to wind up shooting up...
the poor dear's deer rear!!
Forget-me-not sprigs
for the nipper of figs
and dandelion soup set a boil
The sycamore tree
leans ever toward me
crowned in humility: loyal.
Poor absent minded
Amos Magoo!
He used to be Keeper
Down at the zoo.
But his name was included
On today's obits page.
He tried putting a tiger
In a parakeet cage