Oh ye pomp which circumstances robe
that thy ignorance treasures ye in tribe
Naked her submissive body wishehes
Pregnancy from me
Yes in all languages si as all can si
Come back to Suuerrentjo
The sweet oranges sing
Tentback the visitor the
Campback of loveliness
___________________________
I planned the suppers of autumn,winter and spring
I planned the breakfasts were
the morning eaters sing
I planned the lunches 365 or 366
Put me in your consideration
Put me in your mix
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a confetto of voices is nothing but noise and a mass of sound
This question for God
Prayer to man
No matter where he stands
Dare to never give up
There is no such thing as luck
Determine we commence
The Father pure romance
Take a moment look around
Tell me what have you found
Did we appreciate
In order to resonate
Purity of faith
You freely gave
Arms wide open
Your love was spoken
We held this token
This door you opened
poses for posterity
the human form
in creative postures
displaying
the beauty that resides
in us all
from finger
toe to torso
a visual close-up
life-size
sensuous & tactile
a journey
for the eyes
to dwell
& meditate
consider & respond
to an invitation
to kiss to think
to applaud
the inherent
sculptured
reality
Amanda Gor-man
Influ-en-tial wo-man
Black-nifi-cent
Great with her pen
Mic in her hand
Recite her Po-em
"The Hill We Climb” en
Joe Biden inaug-uration
Our Sis-tren
Choclate Mel-a-nin
highly com-mend
Ancestor's applaud from hea-ven
©Copyright January 29, 2021 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
A well travelled lass named Adelaide
Innovative and never staid,
Unmarried,single but no old maid-
A short life,latterly full of pain,
Her epitaph,the American cinquain.
Be Mood and Applaud God
will want to be mod
we should laud and applaud God
He gave us a nod
Jim Horn
We Will Applaud God
God did great things so will applaud,
And when we always love and laud,
While He saves,
Does in waves;
Spares each sinner and spoils rod.
Jim Horn
Happy me!
Dressed up in new pink sheath dress,
embellished with white sparkles.
Excited to flaunt it to lasses and lads.
Quickly walked out swaying my tress.
Inspecting eyes stared at me in amazement
“Baby walk with style!” that was cerebrum’s announcement.
Oh hell!
I fell down from my porch escalier,
Down into the mire.
I just hurtled to avoid the huddle.
Remembering those happy days, together we crackle.
On a holiday, at Agra Fort.
With my friends, gushing and rushing on the ramp.
Hay scattered just like sand.
Uf! Suddenly what happened?
I slipped and slithered!
“Now what was that?”, I was out of my head.
“Dry elephant dung”, bursting with laughter, someone dispreads .
Entire herd weirdly cracked up!
It was my lucky day.
I just rode my bicycle all the way.
Proudly I declared, “Hey I can ride without any strain.”
And before I could finish, found myself in the drain.
Laughing out loudly, friends applauded once again.
Hey! This is how every story must begin!
My list goes on, but I think, now I should stop!
Else, laughing out loudly, your jaws will drop!
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God has made us not to be inferior,
instead he made us to know all of us superior.
Who pays our bills
While singing our praises
Whose cup should be filled
With the blue of our blazes
It is those who don’t care
If our white balance fails
The ones, unaware
Unable to tell
We call it ignorance
A happy, naive
We’d kill to convince
But they’ll still never see
Pulling tricks from our hat
Shows no reward
Our purpose feels flat
Our talents, ignored
Migrating elsewhere
We feed our egos
With others who care
How a frame is composed
At the end of the day
We’re less than content
Applaud doesn’t pay
Not the smallest percent
applaud your own
my words are stones
throwing bones
dusting thrones
leave me's alone
ha ha ha
voices through chalk
gawking like hawks
feathers on ponds
pawns release
two dollars
treat
meet meet
meat
of
the
vegetarian root
straw with soot
hollow toed foot
bopped a popped
puffing a spooned dropped
dripping from meaningful
landing in worded handfuls
just a mirage for clones
applaude your own
?
When I'm at the Kingdom Hall, I do something to honor God.
I am a Christian who is proud to applaud.
I applaud God and you should too.
God loves me and he loves you.
When it comes time for us to give God our applause,
we should not hesitate to clap, we should not pause.
Jehovah God deserves applause because his only son died for our sins.
And Jesus's death will make it possible for us to see our loved ones again.
moon's beaming allures
ecstatic heart of ocean
waves applaud with jazz
spectators applaud
as breeze lifts a lady’s skirt - -
a husband scowls
* Marilyn Monroe
For Frank’s Favourite Movie Star contest
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