Disarmed
Bullets fall silent
against words
well chosen
Their caliber
muted
— the target on fire
(Villanova University: March, 2024)
Stuck In Gear
Motion
not an absolute
The world
is never still
Inertia
tries to write the law
Where stop and start
are nil
History
at the speed of light
Consensus
in the math
But standing
here
While stuck in gear
— the notion leaves me flat
(Villanova University: March, 2024)
Before The After
Don’t bog down
in research
Spontaneity
the thing
Truth
is most elusive
And joy
a passing Spring
In flashes
of an instant
What’s timeless
will appear
Thinking often
kills the goose
That lays
— both far and near
(Villanova University: March, 2024)
Deafening Silence
Things most often named
before understood
Then never renamed
for the bad or the good
‘Particles of light’
we now know as waves
But ad infinitum
their reference stays
A ‘Tablet of Paper’
consisting of sheets
Two ‘Bolts’ of lightning
fused Franklin’s belief
A ‘Softball’s’ still deadly
meant to careen
And ‘Deafening Silence’
— spurs wonder indeed
(Villanova University: March, 2024)
I come from afar,
Leaving my loved ones at large
I am a Housekeeper, I am here to serve!
I was here during lockdown,
Never did I bog down
Preparing to welcome you safe,
Anticipating your fear and inhibitions
I am the Housekeeper, I am there!
As dark clouds hover over,
As fear and panic grips,
I am called at forefront,
I am the Housekeeper, never my commitment dips!
I walk towards the unknown,
Wearing a smile & my prayer
I don’t flinch, don’t sweat.
I am the Housekeeper, I don’t dread!
I am called upon, I respond,
I am at the front, I fight.
To keep you safe, to keep you fit.
I am the Housekeeper, I use all my might!
I work long, work hard
I prepare for you to return.
I risked, I battled.
I am the Housekeeper, the war is still on!
I am the Housekeeper, help me help the World,
Wear masks, follow protocols,
Join me in this fight,
I am the Housekeeper, let’s do what’s right!
I don’t need gratification
I don’t need sympathy
I am the Housekeeper, show me empathy…
Together we can achieve,
Together we can win,
I am the Housekeeper, I believe!
Keep The Faith
Miracle Man
November 27, 2023
Today’s view of the world,
can often be despairing.
Some face this adversity,
with sureness and daring.
Many others will bog down,
with doubt and with fear.
As Satan pulls each one,
toward the depths of drear.
But it doesn’t really matter,
what we’re facing today.
Jesus identifies with our pain,
and will take us away.
So be not overly concerned,
as is the manner of some.
There comes a falling away,
before the end will come.
When you make a wrong decision
And you’re feeling not too bright,
Don’t bog down with self-derision;
Try, instead, to set things right.
Though it’s tricky to untangle
Strings you’ve tied into a knot,
Dig down deep and find an angle,
Using everything you’ve got.
Place a phone call, write a letter
Or make contact with a text
And you might feel somewhat better
With whatever happens next.
I’m no expert, though, believe me.
I oft wallow in despair,
But unless my years deceive me,
There’s not much beyond repair.
excuses
temporary
detours
journey
creates
momentary
confusion
to arise
don't allow
it to bog down
the internal
motivational
compass that
exists in us all
Beautiful gardens of flowers blooming
Ever inspiring those with a green thumb
Trees leafing out from a recent grooming
Making a shelter for the birds to come.
Giving visions of green, white, pink and red
And fragrances that lift the spirits high
On a crisp morning makes your worries shed
In your garden under a brilliant sky.
If your world gets small within your four walls
And your thoughts bog down with the day ahead
Go outside, breath in, and when beauty calls
Let your day bloom, like the flowers instead.
The garden of life is waiting for you
To cover your soul like the morning dew.
I accuse ..... Part 3
My elder brother who instilled in me
The impetuous rage for music and its ecstasy
Let me thrill,bog down in quicksand
He commenced imbibing the Holy Koran and understand
Parents who pamper their children's avarice
Acquire them the latest inessential extravagance
Disdain to sow in them the worth of morality
Never sullied their lips with such formality
Teachers who their pupils skull stuff
Promulgate a lot of a grip not enough
Fail to dissect their must-have for heartfelt loyalties
In authentic scoundrels and wolves in sheep's clothings
Like cocky peacocks strut through the grounds
On allegiance,they read the last rites
Tear their identities or stomp on flags
Yet could medications be of any use
For those a whole epoch has abused ?
Acapunctre energy,
Back about 220 before Christ,
The yellow Emperor gave his advice,
Comissioned by Emperor Houang-Ti,
Use needles to direct the energy,
Acapunct-urely,
So close your mind dismiss the word,
Use western medicine, drug-dog-bird,
The drugs won’t set you free,
More blockages you will see,
For the narrow-minded nerd,
All sickness is channel blockage freeze,
Your chakras bog down with crap and wheese,
So get your 7 chakras to flow,
Breathe in imagine it’s grow,
Rainbow colours here increase,
and will nerve meridians to turn-on go,
Get rid of all disease,
The will in charge yes please,
A healthy thought, is so!!!
If mind block you release???
Don Johnson
In search of a day to search for serenity
Against this abased society,
A quest stays on for a time
To outcry against the wind of a warfare eternity.
Out against the winds of tormented sunshine
Hassled by sped bureau clock,
His quest remains on for a time
To outcry against the wind of a compulsive barge.
Loaded by books the teen rushed for the schoolbus
Tensed up yester forgotten task,
His quest let out mutedly on for a time
To outcry against the wind of an academic mask.
Bumbled by responsibilities she dished out from her kitchen
Half boiled egg, two toasted bread and cup of tea,
Her quest bog down on for a time
To outcry against the wind of an homy bonded sea.
Lost by words, justification against sour litany
Countrymen beefed and he pled,
His quest for an ally against busts
Out cried against the wind of a cordial grade.
An ailed soul by the dustups of barbarism
She pleaded for a penny and held obscurity
Her quest for a snug refuge
She out cried against the wind of savagery.
In search of a day to search for serenity
Against this abased society,
A quest stays on for a time
To outcry against the wind of a warfare eternity.
Walking around the marsh with caskets
Floating in the air, Unknown hollow feelings
Tears like rivers, raise the marsh to flooding levels
Unable to see your face
Muddy steps, bog down
Wishing death was not a part of life, idle wish
Like a child's tooth fairy
Idle wish, Eternity of unanswered questions.
Unable to see your face
Wanting release
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