Christmas Poem
Jingle bells
The doorbell rings
Granny and grandpa
With Present for all
Jack screams then
runs down the hall
Jingle bells
Dinner ready
Granny yells
Eat till you can't
The wrapping paper is ripping
The people are thanking
Splash in the pool
Trying to beat my cousin
Cause he thinks he's so cool
Mum and aunt lyla
Bragg about us kids
A secret competition
My dad still doing business stuff
My dogs trying catch the fluff
My uncles just ate dinner
But i watch as they let the sausages simmer
My sister aria mashed potatoes
I shoo the fly
As we say our goodbyes
My uncle yells
Merry christmas to all and to all a good night
Alvin
Bragg
Is
Such
A
Ragged
Bag
Of
Political
Corruption.
God
Bless
His
Little
(Corrupt)
Heart.
The March rain is here and
it's flowers are in bloom.
Love has come to they whom bragg
But love won't come to me.
My love is there inside her breast
Where love shall always be.
Every night love comes to them
But never comes to me.
Chain made out of candy
So I Bragg the sweetest,
A good man, just don't mistreat me
Treat me well or miss me.
Clan full of rebels...
Soulless geniuses, what you call that?
Archives for those ancient achievements
Illustrated by artists and writers
Glyph's to symbols I'm constructing the past;
to contrasting the rest,
From the dull '60s to the saturated '80s
Man, we strive for revolution,
We move for evolution...
Payment of anti-Semites and unknown legions
Bombing peace campaigns:
Built by the nations
Congressmen asking kings for higher wages,
traded souls: The walls of the kingdom,
Crowns of hard cut diamonds:
Broken hearts and hard decisions,
Pope, bishops and ministries as the
psychologist of the state:
Healing minds through amnesty,
reconciliation and pardons...
Excuse me!... says the judge,
Casting the portions to dark caves:
Animals, carnivores roaring for prey,
So we pray.
No one is perfect
Perfection is never man made
So when you Bragg
Of all you can do
Or all you have done
Remember someone
Has done it before
but yet
Remains calm
No one is perfect
Perfection is not determined
By how intelligent
One gets to be
For no matter
What you know in life
Yet you cant know all about
Life
So on this quest
Be kind and humble
in life for
No one is perfect
The energy around you felt amazing, encompassing my very soul.
You were like a drug I was craving, and I lost all self control!
So intense was my desire, it was like a molten river flowing with need.
My loins were on fire, and the longing in my body language you could easily read.
I was burning to intertwine in your light, to swim in that pinkish hue.
I was yearning to make you mine, and ignite the sweetest passion from you!
The energy was beyond explaining...
Consuming my very being;
Like a drug if I tasted you once...
I knew without you I'd be sick...Fiening.
Mistaken with the many men syndrome.
While cupid continued missing "we."
Our connection is undeniable,
Still love is hard to see.
You've captured my attention,
and you've held all my senses hostage.
Your aura is pulling my whole essence towards you;
Mentally and physically I think you know what to do!
Note: Elizabeth wrote 2nd, 3rd, and 4th stanzas. She is a good friend who is incarcerated at
the womens prison in Raleigh, NC To contact Elizabeth write to her directly: Elizabeth
Shannon #0919740, 1034 Bragg St. Raleigh NC 27610
Oh that I had shunned his first embrace.
And turned away his luscious kiss.
Too young to understand love,
Afraid to feel him near,
Filled with emotion.
He took control.
Dreams rampant.
Thinking
Love.
I should have dated other people.
Instead I clung to only him.
Like a lamb to the slaughter,
I followed him to sin.
Self-respect was lost.
My values crushed.
Love in force.
Ashamed.
Bad.
I should have gone to port with girlfriends.
My “perfect match” they said, was there.
My soul mate docked near, that year.
Young, handsome, and gifted –
That meeting drifted.
Missed at Ft. Bragg,
And Texas.
But now,
We…
© September 20, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Another sleepless night has come my way.
Trying to find answers of a tragedy that took place.
My nephew came running screaming for help.
Little Jeremiah would not wake up.
We ran next door to my sister-in-laws house.
The little child layed in his mother’s lap.
No signs of life visible to the eyes-
Checked for a pulse but none could be found.
We found a small body frail as it could be.
Laid there motionless-CPR began.
It was too late the damage had been done.
I bowed my head and the tears began to run.
A life so innocent had just began to live,
Was taken away by the ignorance of men.
A niece and her boyfriend that could not agree.
Took things out on a child that was so weak.
Felony Child Abuse they both face.
The rest of the family is grieving from their mistake.
We need your prayers to help us get through.
Facing a tragedy and I don’t know what else to do.
The Duhart/Bragg Family certainly need your prayers.
Jeremiah Bragg was only two years old. We mourn the loss.
Henry Normal is very informal
When he reads his poetry
Robbie Caltrane looks almost insane
When he apears on the TV
Bruce Forsythe has a very nice wife;
Well he's had quite a few you know
And Roger McGough was once known to cough
On a live broadcast TV show
A.A Milne may have owned a kilne
In which he mad pottery Poohs
Billy Bragg was once called a slag
By someone in blue suede shoes
Ben Elton ate a hot cross bun
And he isn't religious you know
And Roger Mcgough was once known to cough
On a live broadcast TV show.
Alan Bennett could run for the sennett
and write all the speaches much beter
Jonathan price doesn't need my advice
So I won't even write me a letter
Stephen Fry is so nice I could cry
And Hugh Laurie has a readybreak glow
And Roger McGough was once known to cough
On a live broadcast TV show