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Got such sharp pain in my heart,
feels like it will never go away
I'm dying on the inside,
sadness eating at my soul like a cancer
Boxes full of tissues,
empty bed is missing you
Toss and turn every night,
under the covers, I witness
my wasting away life
Shocked by your sudden disappearance,
traumatized by your mysterious vanishing
You made a move so unusually cruel ...
didn't even tell me that our love got stalled
at a relationship railroad crossing
This train wreck wasn't no accident,
to Occupant is where your Dear Joan got sent
Letter said embryonic love died with no name;
no need to cry, no one's to blame
Nine months later, I still ain't the same
I'm filled with shame, baby, only shame
If I didn't do anything wrong,
why ain't my health getting right
Simply put me out of my misery,
got the pox of tears since we parted company
Doctor says I'm in critical danger,
recommends emotional euthanasia
Painless injection to the heart,
gonna make all my hurt go away
Expected from you a sympathy card,
don't hold your breath my friends they say
Now I'm so desensitized,
can't seem to form feelings anymore
When I see someone who looks like you,
I just weakly smile and turn away
It's hard to distinguish blue from gray,
guess that's the side effects still pumping through
Should feel something, at least be a little sore ...
nah, no red eyes,
every tear duct is dried
What's the point in being alive,
when you have emotionally died
(This poem is political satire;
don't read if you think you may
be offended. No truth in any of it,
considered by many to be
tasteless -- Not meant to be taken
factually nor literally -- Sincerely, Joe)
New strain of Virus detected
just a minute ago! Predominately
in Democrat run cities and states:
Seems to be 3 trillion times more
infective. CDC is calling it the,
S.T.U.P.I.D. Variant. University Staffs
hard-hit! Early signs, loss of Sense-
of-Smell, Gullibility, and increased
fetish for Designer Masks. Best
detected by examination of Cancel
Cultures -- microscopes prohibited
per Fauci. The most vulnerable group
seems to be those who have already
had 4 doses and 2 boosters. To treat
Fauci recommends, 4 doses and 2 boosters
for everyone, preferably administered
as young as the womb to developing
fetuses by his personally trained
omnipotent physicians at Unplanning
Parenthood -- Biden and Pelosi
say, God Bless America!
Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...
If anyone eats this bread
He will live forever
Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"
Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine
Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union
with the Lord God.
Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ
It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ
The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.
Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar
He is to be honored with the worship adoration
To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude
Expression of love
Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord
Written 09182012
I've been a bit free with the vitriol with a couple of poems recently, and need to check myself. Some months ago I met a bard, Kevan Manwaring. In his book, the Bardic Handbook, he recommends satirising oneself to see how it feels...
With satire comes responsibility
Thus spake the bard, regarding cosmic law
‘Tis true that thought and act and speech are free
But heed the truth learned by the bards of yore
What goes around and round will soon return
To that dark human place where it began
And pain shall be the lesson he shall learn
Who points his pen in anger at a man
Lest he forget, we none of us shine bright
That are not sullied by some silent shade
And he who seeks another man to slight
May curse the pen that bore the words he made
For what we see in others, we have known
Some simple human neediness or greed
The weakness we perceive is like our own
Who knows a tree that has not seen a seed
So satirise yourself, so spake the bard
Before you dare another man to mock
And turn upon yourself a light as hard
As that with which you wish a man to shock
Unshadow your shortcomings, write them true
Or fall upon your failings like a sword
For this is what you would to others do
And thine own self hast thine own pen ignored
Now weigh the pain you draw like blood from light
With cut of blade, of swift and vicious pen
Look down upon yourself from lofty height
As you would fain look down on other men
What do you see, but merely flesh and fear
A naked frightened soul that cries for love
All sorrow bound and clothed in darkness drear
With eyes up turned in hope to light above
Have pity, spake the bard, for every word
You wield will have the power to wound or heal
Remember what you here have seen and heard
Think twice before you cause a man to feel
The lacerations of your jagged wit
The schadenfreude of your savage ire
Lest you be made to join him in the pit
Lest you be so consumed in that same fire
He snuffed the candle flame, picked up his book
And left the poet, wise from sorrow shown
An unveiled mirror’s face in which to look
At imperfection that was his alone
With satire comes responsibility
For what goes forth returns, of that be sure
And you are that which you in others see
The naked frightened soul the poet saw
by Gail
Jehovah gave me two boxes to keep
One box was black the other was gold
In the black box, put the tears that you weep
Put your sorrows inside for it to hold.
The gold box is for all the joys you reap
My joys increased, blessings were manifold
The little black box felt as light as air.
Surprise, surprise, my sorrows were not there.
Jehovah, where did all my sadness go?
My dearest child, they are all here with me
Storehouses will open blessings will flow
Always trust in me, was his fervent plea.
I’ll carry your burdens, give me your woes.
My care will never fail; it is the key.
The meaning of the boxes is sublime.
Jehovah’s wisdom and justice are prime.
We have an excellent helper and friend.
We have nothing to fear, he’s always near
Our heavenly Father will help us mend
If we listen, then do our best to hear
Hearing means doing what he recommends.
He guides our steps. Makes the road smooth and clear
Because of him, our lives are desirable.
These truths I sang complete this parable.
Seems each time I visit my doc he recommends more pills for my health!
I'm not sure they're effective but this I know, they're depletin' my wealth!
And with all the side effects, I'm really concerned about my early doom!
"He expired from excessive medications!" might aptly be etched upon my tomb!
The list is endless - Diuretics, Beta Blockers, Nexium, Advil and Tylenol,
Alpha Blockers, Vitamin D, Zantac, Zocor, Micardis and a bit of Timolol,
Carisoprodol, Hydrocholorothiazide, Alphagan, Moltrin and Fosamax,
Hydroxyzine, Caltrate, Phillips Milk of Magnesia and some Atarax!
The black-box warnings say I could suffer everything from dehydration,
To blurred vision, dizziness, diahrea and a serious case of constipation!
My Pa seldom saw a doc and lived to the ripe old age of ninety-four!
He survived by sippin' SSS Blood Tonic and usin' horse linamint for
His aches and pains and other such stuff peddled by the Watkins Man!
I may toss the bottles and use his home-remedies to increase life's span!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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A whinstone varigated thoughtless vegetative scrumptious.
A thanksgiving theology scrupulous splutter simultaneous.
A wistful zephyr as a wizened face vehemently wiseacre,
A filibuster recommends fiddlesticks to extradite fabulous.
An extraordinary amusable, desirable or sustainable flush.
ROMANTIC SURVEILLANCE
Friday came with a change
The incubated hen got laid,
On this platter of grace shaped
Into spade,
Her beauty flows faster than
The rain
Washes through my vain
As I read within her photo and
Her lips says,
Hello my charming male,
Project my fame as the
World is created for love to play.
Her flamboyant sticed garment
Rolls down the carpet,
Let all stand welcoming the
Diamond that my heart target,
Elegant asset my mother recommends,
I'm foolishly in love with her
Accent.
II
These creature matched the
Well arranged furnitures,
As we watch flashes turn out
To make pictures,
Never will I give up in making
Your sister my in law,
How would I resist these enigmatic
Posture
Honey clothed features,
Mirror of every man's imagination.
I will keep you in the deepest part
My heart treasures,
No excavator will ever expose us
Romance my lips with your
Liquid lip gloss,
Am drunk with this rhythmic liquor
I mean you are beyond words.
III
The tongue will only talk
My ears always appreciate your
Voice
As my heart is forever yours.
Happy birthday is all I tried to
Say
Join my hands let's celebrate,
You know I respect today
We would share the night in these
Exotic cave,
Located in my romantic village.
Slice your custom pink cake
With inscription of our names
I baked for this special rave,
My love will never find its tail.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
You know she missed her period and she missed graduation,
And she missed those wedding bells.
And her daddy’s shot-gun missed the boy next door—
Where he’s gone nobody can tell.
It’s a simple operation—her sister recommends it—
Her daddy’s going to foot the bill,
It’s the All-American Ladies Choice…
It’s a legalized license to kill.
God help me Jesus, forgive what we’ve done,
Did we murder a daughter, or a rambunctious bouncing son?
God help me, Jesus, please hear my voice—
Forgive me…for making the All-American Ladies’ Choice!
The weary old world takes a couple rotations
And she marries someone new,
But every year ‘round Mothers’ Day,
She’s unaccountably blue.
Ten years later in a ‘Frisco apartment
A cowboy tunes his guitar….
He’s been educated in the Land of the Free
That your songs reveal who you are.
He sings, God help me Jesus, forgive what we’ve done,
Did we murder a daughter, or annihilate a rambunctious, bouncing son?
God help me, Jesus, please hear my voice…
Forgive me…for helping her make the All-American Ladies’ Choice.
All alone my father use to ride
On the long lonely streets
That runs through cane fields’
While we are warm under our sheets
My father was very hard working
And he always had a smile to show
Even when he had a lot of pressure
He would never let any one know
He use to work in the railways
He was an operator of a train
When the government shut it down
Then he was jobless for while again
He would work his garden everyday
Can still see him with a cutlass in his hand
He was the best person I ever know
He was the perfect gentleman
My father never drinks or smokes
Never heard him say a bad word
And he never once complain
Although he was carrying a heavy load
And no matter how sick he was
He never misses a day of fasting
And everyday would go to the mosque
Even if it had storm and rain
Then he got a job in Voss government school
That still is on gasparilo junctions
Up till today they all remembers him
And says he was the perfect gentle man
Every year he had 3 nights of prayers
Starts on Friday and use to end on Sunday
Had Muslim, Hindu and Christian speakers
With food and desserts to eat and take away
Every night he would sit on the table
Learning to read Arabic from the Quran
And in the local mosque in usine
They all wanted him to be the imam
But my father recommends some one else
He admired and is a better public lecturer
So sailor boy becomes the imam
And he become the mosque treasurer
A post he holds for over 35 years
He was a man of such great character
He match contributions with his money
When he got sick it had $40 thousand extra
And all my father brothers and sisters
They all lead by example to show
So that their children and grandchildren
Have the right footsteps to follow
And from mayaro beach Manzanilla
To Marabella gopauls land
Though out the whole of Trinidad
he was known as the perfect gentleman
The healing power of FORGIVENESS has brought me gratitude,
in moments of atonement I feel a positive attitude-
CLEMENCY with amnesty brings me to a compassionate place,
as I pardon from my heart with sincerity and grace.
I find giving MERCY onto others brings me joy and beatitude.
Absolution and restitution for wrongs committed onto me,
can bring such appreciation and alleviation with LENIENCY-
Acknowledging that one can cause hurt and be redeemed,
can bring them to feel comfort and give them high esteem.
For in deep REPRIEVE a restless soul can be set free.
I have afflicted and caused harm to others in my days,
caused injury and heartache in so many awful ways-
But so many times I have been forgiven with ease,
and I find SOLACE in exoneration; my remorse starts to cease.
I can only pray that the pity and condonation stays.
Dismissal and KINDNESS, I shall shower onto family and friends,
I know in that moment it is time to make amends-
So, when I feel wounded and pained from others,
I shall remember they are BLESSED sisters and brothers.
Forgiveness is BENEVOLENCE; mercy, my soul recommends.
October 27, 2017
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'Kimmy's Bliss?' Find yours too (on the yellow brick road)!
'Courage' leads to adventure, 'Brain' lightens your load!
But real 'Heart' is the answer we're all looking for,
She's a 'Wizard of Ah's,' (1) you will come to adore!
Add #9
Most reviewers just rave, and complaints, hardly there,
Personality plus makes it hard to compare,
She's not in it for tips; so your smile's her reward,
"Kimmy's Bliss" is one place where it's hard to be bored.
Add #10
'Kimmy's Bliss' "Boss" is Brian, HEAD poet-at-large,
But the NECK's truly Kimmy; he should call her 'Sarge!'
Though he 'gives her the business,' still her's is the art,
He just dreams that his poems will play a small part!
Add #11
You're name's "Miss Apprehension,' and these days who's not?
Life on Mars might be better, but no astronaut,
Put your worries aside, 'Kimmy's Bliss' give the keys,
And you'll find that 'hair problems' will all bend their knees!
Add #12
'Clementine' (2) (we hear) wore 'herring boxes' as shoes,
Could it be, hair expense was the cause of her blues?
Ruby lips, bouncing curls, kept the boys looking up,
'Kimmy's Bliss,' decent shoes, might have saved, buttercup!
Add #13
Now if you're one who's hassled by "little blue man,"
Count on 'Kimmy's Bliss' poet to do what he can,
Write a godawful poem for daunting effect,
Should a very tall building (3) and you not connect!
Add #14
Is the Easter Egg Bunny the one you pray to,
When you're planning dream date, need a smashing hairdo?
Easter Egg 'Kimmy's Bliss' hides is sheer hair delight,
Please don't blame her if you get to party all night!
Brian Johnston
August 25, 2017
Poet's Notes:
My goodness, writing these poetic little four line advertisements is fun! See 'Kimmy's Bliss 1' for the first seven adds!
(1) A reference to the famous movie 'The Wizard of Oz.'
(2) A reference to a famous American folk song 'Oh My Darling Clementine!'
(3) A reference to a goofy pop song from the 60's. 'Kimmy's Bliss' always recommends non-violent solutions!
1. They said the meeting point
between your traits and swagger
has dislocated
and your newly acquired awful image
is beyond reversal.
But hey! I do not fall for obscurantism
on your honor, my senses are on sentry duty
even when peers run amok cos of you.
loving you has become my leisure vade mecum
so mister, wherever you are broken
I’d love to be your plaster.
Chorus
A huge joke you are,
yet a major in my mind
a decay rejected by the vultures
yet I love you still
even when you throw me down,
I’ll understand it’s who you are
I’ll fall with my hands intact
to shield you from probably falling with me.
2. It is true that your identity
is so bloated to the point those who envy you
are suitable targets to miserable mockers.
Your score hits no one’s pass mark
and your partial current's charm
is a shibboleth of attraction.
it’s not a lie that your deeds
flummoxes matured eyes
downplaying the hope of their acceptance
and a repellant to their minds,
yet I billow in this madness to long for your touch.
Chorus
A huge joke you are,
yet a major in my mind
a decay rejected by the vultures
yet I love you still
even when you throw me down,
I’ll understand it’s who you are
I’ll fall with my hands intact
to shield you from probably falling with me.
3. Not a slacker, just a being
who correctly, no one recommends
yet acts arrogant and foolish
despite been in a one-man’s domain
one rare good encounter
and you expect me to amortize with my own bed.
I am very wrong to be dismayed
b’cos you’re a well known jerk.
Stop this folly I self acclaimed
but you’re already a peppery paste
and a locust I leave my cotton unprotected to.
Chorus x 3
A huge joke you are,
yet a major in my mind
a decay rejected by the vultures
yet I love you still
even when you throw me down,
I’ll understand it’s who you are
I’ll fall with my hands intact
to shield you from probably falling with me.
EGUSI SOUP.
Blessed vegetable leaf with
Melon roots
Selected soup from the
Eastern roof,
My taste bud is the only
Proof,
As pounded yam is her groom
Eba could be a quality
Substitute.
Ingest and digest because this
Is the best,
Nutritionist recommends
Strangely my skin becomes
Fresh,
She even doubles my strength.
Assorted meats to select
Stock fish sinks in Egusi's chair,
Pets enjoy her remnant.
Sufficient palm oil is a blend
It remains on her shallow bed
This makes Egusi almost red.
Five fingers is the instrument
Begin to roll into Egusi's trench.
Egusi is Ibo's friend
She also visit's different events,
Her eminence, favorably prepared
By pretty women
Who are culturally dressed.
Egusi is this natural herb
Cures illness without my consent,
Tarnish as many plates
She never torments,
I will respect green and protect
Her children.
Habib Akewusola.
(for Manoranjan Byapari, a rickshaw puller who writes Bangla novels, stories and autobiography)
--Jaydeep Sarangi
You may dismiss all I record here
Stop! Please don’t ignore them as junk...
Here it goes....Hope you hear me....
You will hear me one day, sure!
You can never hide your face, Priyotosh.
We’ll get you in streets and lanes
Of this incredible city of joy.
Long struggles
demystified Byapari of false tags
of the caste-ridden society
beauty in the working class,
cooperation among the have-nots,
humanism among rebels,
simplicity among outcastes.
Byapari drinks them all.....
he salvages various concepts
from the hasty derogatory labels of the privileged,
and makes the understanding concepts
more complete and realistic.
We remain
as hands folded in inaction;
prisoners outside jail.
Lectures move electorate in a civil society
Justice cries in a caged cell.
Byapari writes a new history
as Shankha Ghosh recommends
his books for Bangla readers,
only Hope against Hope.
Artists are legislators of the world!
let there be enough crackers to celebrate
it further
under an alien sky.
There is hardly anything ‘complete in completeness’.
(Shankha Ghosh is a Bengali Indian poet and critic.He released Byapari’s book, “Amanushik” and spoke for Manoranjan Byapari on the 27th August,2013 in an evening gathering in Kolkata)