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Defenseless people
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Haiku 97
first frost
windblown red sumac
glistens
See, see the splurptious sky
Marvel at its big Mauve depths.
Tell me, dingle, do you
Wonder why the Aardvark ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel Crappy.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your crumbobulous facial growth
That looks like
A Rotten fish.
What's more, it knows
Your flarpgurgle potting shed
Smells of a ball of snot.
Everything under the big splurptious sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm aliens?
COPLA 97 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World
God of money makes monkeys of man
Great leaders line up for Mammon mass :
Count notes sleepless
Sound of money clinking in the bank
Is enough to make leaders kiss *ss :
Monkey business
Leaders decide when to declare war
Silence disgruntled men in their youth :
Weapons bring loot
Warring peoples always want something more
Like a thousand acres of greed to soothe :
Vanquished stay mute
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
The Lord above is righteous in his love,
he shines his light on the good, and
through his gate- they will walk.
_________________________
April 14, 2016
Kimo
For the contest, Sun Shines On The Righteous
sponsor, Sere Roberts
Did not place in contest.
ROBERT MITCHUM-----7/1/97
JIMMY STEWART-----7/2/97
CHARLES KURALT------7/4/97
On lifes long road, who knows where are the ends
and when the ones we love leave us alone
what words express the loss of dearest friends
held oh! so dear, whom all the world has known?
Was this their highway junction to all time?
Our grief would be too great for only one,
and three together taken, shouldn't rhyme
but brings reality now that they're gone.
Out on the road, with Charlie, Bob and Jim,
we see ourselves in all they've ever done,
as memories, some bright and others grim,
from reel to reel, and love them every one.
They told our stories, every one was real,
as if they knew exactly how we feel.
God Speed, My Friends
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
cough and fever form
holiday is spent in bed
cancelled family time
chicken noodle soup
stopping dehydration now
spoon to mouth feeding
97 years a life of entertaining
Blessed by family and friends
A memory you have become
97 years for a new song to sing
An angel you will become
No more pain No more sorrow
Tears all but dried away
For you are a truly free soul
Now love will carry us through
A guardian from above you shall be remembered as
We love you uncle Stuart.........
the nondescript ..uncovered
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Giver.
Surely we revealed this book on the prestigious night.
How can you make out what is the prestigious night.
It is better than a thousand months of life.
On this night
With Lord’s permission angel Ruh with all his might
Descends on earth for every affair.
Peace till the dawn of this night.
None but Allah has made the stars for you in the sky
So that you may follow the right way thereby
In the darkness of the land and the sea!
In fact we have made plain Our communications
For the wise nations.
Carsick staring up at the sky
close the roof as the sun rolls by
my seatbelt is a gray tongue that licks me into my seat
I’m beat, I’m beat, I’m beat, I’m beat, I’m beat
Aliens took her in the summer of 1997
She had nearly forgotten them
Incorporating her experiences in her dreams
Pretending it did not happen
So she could remain free and unchained
She remembered waking up on their table
Being examined by creatures with bulb like heads
She sometimes sees the dark brown orbs peering
As the aliens picked up her appendages one by one
Dropping her flesh with disdain as they dismissed each
Aliens took her in the summer of 1997
They took pieces she has never been able to salvage
They took her feelings of safety and her peace
They took her carefreeness and her uninhibited ways
Causing her to constantly be on guard and aware
She dared not speak of her abduction
If she wanted to stay free and normal
So she kept it to herself and it worried no one
Giving others the false sense of well-being
She had lost in the summer of 1997
I once heard her say, "I don't know why I am here". I suspect the best advice on any given day would be, "Just bid Him have His say regardless of what comes your way". Were it up to her, she would quickly say, "Nay, this is no longer the place for me to stay". So like a wanderer from across the sea, she now sits at the dock of the bay. She's weak, worn, and frail, but not without a family who cares. At times she sits in an easy chair and stares, feeling there's nothing left for her to do in this life. She's 97 and wonders why she is still here. She's had a good and fulfilling life, and of death, she has no fear, but she still wonders why she is here. All things being equal, she knows her call to heaven is drawing near, and that angelic call to her eternal home is really all she's waiting to hear. But for now, only heaven knows why she is still here.
111219PS
I've got four lines to tell you how I feel.
Why do I have it bottled up inside?
I feel like I should tell you the truth.
The truth that I love you.