Yet again such troubles
Speaketh as words
The surges of evening
Make darkest the day
As if expectance is deserved
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If you can withstand my
Ooh auh wollies
And my auh we oohs
Then I can deal with your
Auh she mollies til we
Say I do
Got auh nutta one
Tryna get tween
She and me
Baby keep me near
Got auh nutta one
The buck stops right here
She's my lady
Someone I love sincre
If the nights are for sleeping
I will say I do
Conflicting resolutions
Solved tween me and you
She likes meddling
She likes getting in
Others affair
She tells a story
I feel like I'm right there
If it's about us together
Then I am all in
Marrying a special woman
One I call my best friend
Got your gossiping
Right here in my hand
All ways got some thing
Only you know
My wife is my friend
Stop underming me
My gal is right here
Those you better hands
And snears and sleases
It all stops right here
Blest birthday blossoms burst out bliss…
…breeding midst life-building best
glows with gracious generosity…
…God-governed that greatly grows
toward triumphant, jubilant, vibrant, radiant, abundant…
…gratitude fueled by praise-altitude upon faith-fortitude---
kindling loving kindness, igniting caring inspiration
as thanksgiving warms friendship and worthy worship
for festive existence of peaceful persistence
signified by a single white rose.
Between the ruins of decadence and ash,
Where drones carve lines across the sky,
A silent question starts to crash,
As modern empires pass us by:
Quo vadis, humanity?
From Gaza’s dust to Ukraine’s snow,
Through Lebanon and Iran's red night,
The profits of the weapon-sellers grow,
While children lose their futures to the fight.
They only asked to see the morning sun,
To run on feet not broken by the blast,
But calculations made behind a gun
Declare that peace is something in the past.
You claim these illegal, hollow wins,
To paint your maps in rivers of regret,
But when the final, global storm begins,
Who will be left to profit or forget?
Quo vadis, humanity?
Turn back your rockets, ground your iron birds,
Before the silence of a dying earth
Becomes the final answer
of an inevitable final life's end.
Winter
snowy and cold
temps fall below zero
You seek the warmth of a fireplace
Cozy
Ordinary days, just like before,
No one knows the feeling of being ignored.
It's always that one who makes the heart beat fast,
In every way, giving the heart a blast.
That someone is too far from reality,
The impossible hits differently.
Too good to be true to notice,
Even in the smallest way, there's no space.
It’s always you that gives a butterfly.
It’s you that brings a fast-forward to imply.
Gives the benefit of the doubt to try,
Risking something just to be with you and cry.
You’re my “what ifs” sometimes,
And also, you’re my “at least” every time.
It’s better to give a little shot,
Than to give the negative and make a plot.
When I first set eyes on you
I was thrown back
to a time when I was on a bumpy track.
I still recall that time of slippers
and bouts of jitters.
It was a phase
where I was lost in a maze.
Now I close my eyes
to cut the ties
to a past
where I was stuck in a blast.
poems wing -zing themselves through the air
hitting me on the back, in the neck, in the ear
I am being pelted by them on a daily basis.
The only way to get away is to write them down.
They begin to settle when they realize I am honoring them.
Thus, I keep a pen handy in restaurants, while waiting for soccer practice,
in the doctor’s office.
You never know when a good one is going to come full out at you.
I blame my freckles on a shotgun blast of poems.
Shirley hired a taste tester at long last.
The rest of us thought it odd that his name is Blast.
We went to meet him; startled now, for he is a mouse.
Why would you want one living inside your house?
He is the best taste tester I have ever had.
I was frankly thrilled to see him, totally glad.
He likes the taste of everything, even pipes, you see.
Complimenting my cooking, much more than Lee.
We asked Lee her husband what he thought of this.
His answer was a weird kind of shut-up hiss.
Parked in front of the TV in his usual spot.
Where I suppose this old guy will eventually rot.
Invigorating rock and roll shakes the morning air
Bandsmen play Comanche, on the marble stairs
People that I used to know, tap their feet and smile
Iron curtain rusty folds melt down for a while
Can’t define now what it was, the end, or the beginning
Not a lot to comprehend left in underpinning
Reasons come and reasons go, morning sun goes high
To obscure in a glow of the springtime sky.
In late April, once it was, nobody remembers
How it came, and how it went, like the dying embers
I shall not return to dust, but I’ve no idea
If the others will, or must humbly disappear.
I’m a momentary blast of the past time air
And it happens now, until I’m no longer there.
strength only comes through the higher power
beautiful like a lightning flash
thunder claps like a wild wave crash against the light reflective sun
turn the other cheek to heaps coals of fire on your enemies,
churning every so often in the sea's bewildered breeze
turning darkness and caves to bright shining light
Be a shining light to the darkest mysterious tunnels in life
Lets cut off the fighting and strife
Shoot for light instead of death without fearing for our life.
Fight the good fight on the side of life...Light will guide the way
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,"
Israel's war crimes, a brutal truth..
The statistics are glaring and growing more bleak.
One thousand Gaze an children killed every week..
Fathers in anguish, mothers drown in their tears,
their babies now gone before their first year..
Every fifteen minutes a child killed in their blast,
while one in four are starving now, some eating only grass.
For those that survive while in harms way, are losing
their limbs as the bombs splay.
12,000 innocents, undeserving of their fate,
while the rest of the world just watches and waits..
47% of Gaza's population are children.
plow trucks out at night
ditches filled with thick white snow
winter storm is here
War is upon us,
none wanted, yet all predicted.
Blast the TV faces,
Blast the gun-rich reapers.
Heavy the price - light the blasted child
the match lighters.
The conflict is here,
yet-not-yet do we fully flinch,
but give-way inch by inch,
behind the already blasted doors
of new lost freedoms.
Blast those we once trusted.
Blasted are the blasted,
all the blasted faces.
Tunes
I'll sing
Blasting empty barriers
Of broken hearts with
Sound
We try not to swear; it isn't nice
I have been guilty once or twice
Why are some words offensive to say
Who decided it would be this way?
What was the origin of these foul words
That offends the ears when heard.
Blasphemy is a mortal sin,
What a position to be in,
When something or a body upsets me
Silence is the remedy,
I know this for damn sure,
Until I vocalise and tell them more
Swear words have a way,
In expressing words best not to say
Words that seem to have a place
When nasty folk get in your face
I have rattled on and on.
I still haven't learned where these words come from,
But it seems to me they have found a place
With the bloody human race.
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