Alice actually ate an apple,
Billy broke building blocks,
Cora counted candy corn,
Donna drove decoy ducks,
Elliot's eating eggplant,
Frannie's filleting fish,
George's geeting Greta,
Harriet's hunting hornets,
Inez is irritating Ike,
Jasmine's jabbing John,
Karen's kissing Kevin,
Leon loves Luann,
Monte's mimicking Mary,
Nellie's not-so nice,
Opal's organizing origami,
Penelope's pushing Perry,
Quina's quietly quilting,
Ramona's reading romance,
Sophie's softly singing.
As an Englishman's home
is his castle,
I abide in my own abode
part and parcel,
but as I'm always being told,
by the trouble and strife
(Cockney for 'wife'),
how to behave
in my own house,
whenever the rules I waive,
I must ask, I have to say,
"Why am I not Lord
of all that which I survey?"
Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
In his tongue.
Whose tongue?
Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
What, with my tongue in your tail?
Nay, come again, Good Kate;
I am a gentleman.
—William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
(exchange between Petruchio and Katherine)
Love looks like blue skies, nay.
Today is the tango of sister twisters.
Innuendos don’t behave. They slave
over the mountains and valleys.
Twines of a forked tongue, devilishly
misbehaving, drunken in delight.
Good Kate, is she kind, his kind of date?
Will she satisfy his intellect, his loins?
Is he a gentleman, this Shakespeare?
Is his lady worthy of remarkable taste?
Petruchio, with his yellow jacket,
prepared to sting, with lover’s words.
Katherine’s falling into the Venus fly trap
as she plays along, bidding farewell.
Petruchio draws her back in
wagging his tail and tongue.
These heavy boots filled by Taylor and Burton
acting in real time and on the silver-tongued screen.
If the ballroom could produce such a tango as this,
Shakespeare himself would rise and erupt in applause.
it not in the way you make a man
even the quality of living is unstable
new zealanders are flooding into thousand oaks like
similar valleys for the corruption entrees
soo many spill outs from the economic offerings
please bring the handsome warrior of sex with!
amazing
the spending habituals of teenage frolicking
60-80 and 90 year old rotted l death ven diagram
oasis retreat me never gossip gotherians
and the make a move already boys with holsters attache me now
March 31 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Samuel 18-20
Key Verse – 1Samuel 18:14 And David behaved himself wisely in all his ways; and the LORD was with him.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO EMPOWERS US
TO BEHAVE WISELY
Praise be to God for empowering us to behave wisely for the:
Progress of our spiritual development
Protection of our salvation-status for His delight
Prevention of our selfish demands
Prosperity of our stewardship dedication
Pursuit of servanthood devotion
1Samuel 19:7 Praise be to the Lord Who wrought for us
a great salvation along His:
Gracious satisfaction of governing sufficiency
Generous supply for glad sharing
Great shield upon guarding Scriptures
Guided standards midst girded sanctification
Gospel-standing sanctuary with giving of sacrifice
1Samuel 20:14 Praise be to the Saviour Who
shows us His kindness always:
Secured with His love
Settled upon His laws
Serene because of His lessons
Surrounded by His liberty
Steadfast along His leadership. Amen!
March 31, 2024
History
A carbon copy of the past
To prevent a loss or lapse in memory
Even when people become Alcheimer patients
History remains
The good and evil remain
No one can erase the past
But to learn a lesson
To behave well
And to teach the younger generation
The fact that
Truth and history never die
Pray To Behave Perfect
Pray to behave perfect modest.
'Speak firm', yet soft not rude.
But in injustice fo protest
to win.! You must, you should.
Holy Spirit to guide.
Truth stands sure on your side.
Confidence not to hide.
Holy Spirit directs.
Pray to behave perfect.
02/11/22
Quietus Form ( Jan 2022 )
Contest by Unseeking Seeker
In
Contest
There is an undelivered letter
Called democracy
Because freedom is limited
Law is passed
To keep man knowing how to behave
To prevent man from running wild and loose
And to prevent man from fleeing to the boundary of wilderness
Voice of conscience here you are again
niggling at my soul like one last Amen
Breathe me in, but do not rob me of my choice
you know its nice when I can use my other voice
Take me to your right but don't neglect my left
you conscience, are my wholesome gift
Whisper to me softly truths I do not dare
for when my slate is clean I feel light as air
You conscience, are the reason I behave
the purpose I hold straight my stave
Drink me in and water my reason
be at my side, for every season.
June 4, 2021
Behave yourself! Or what?
What if I don't, you sot?
What if I did misbehave?
Give the couriers more than a wave?
Ain't misbehaving, ha ha ha.
Imagine me and a Grandpapa!
I once behaved. Followed all the rules. Understood what was "normal". My parents taught this, teachers demanded this, principals enforced this. Ministers expected it, society reinforced it, friends tested it, professors challenged it.
Then, poetry became my statue of liberty.
following the rules
and behaving normally
no longer appeals
I know my rights as a man
Behave
I know you have me in this very cage
Behave
I know there will come brighter days
Behave
These are the last days
Behave
I know He will make a way
Behave
Slave To Wave Who Will Behave
Have often found myself to be a slave,
To water surfing on in form of a wave;
Like me;
Love to see;
Best are those who themselves behave.
Jim Horn
Why shave?
Why bathe?
Why behave?
Should a man let self-maintenance make him a slave?
If he bucks expectation, will all think him depraved?
Perhaps think about starting a hippie enclave…
Where the bathtubs are puddles and the streets are unpaved.
But no, I like smart phones and my microwave.
How else could I heat up the treats that I crave?
I think I’ll go down to Wendy’s… buy a burger from Dave.
Wait, who am I kidding? He’s dead in his grave.
I’ll just make something here, hit the porch and sunbathe
And think about the five or more bucks that I’ve saved,
And count all the gifts that our earth-mother gave.
My armpits still smell and my beard is unscathed.
Because why shave?
Why bathe?
Why behave?
I'm just not an athletic go-getter.
Won't catch me in a teams scarf or sweater.
But what I watch on TV,
That always does it for me,
Wrestling- and the dirtier the better!!!
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