In magnificent memory of Vee See’s zaniest chimpanzee
Probably discussed by merry monkey’s chipping chickadee
Readily and aptly apparent by three who seldom agree
Incredibly supping with Mamie, Marjorie and Mr. Paul Klee
Please pass the honey and the light brie said brazen bumblebee.
No one capably eats brie with lemon tea said a flickering flea.
Advice is free but listen, skinny skeleton, I dare you to try and oversee.
Chimpanzee and chickadee fell down laughing at this on one knee.
Always trust that God is existing
And giving protection to the World
All evils, He is very firmly resisting
Making His devotees highly bold
Prayer appeases God superbly
And His heart is melted by it
He who prays lives capably
As God makes him fully fit
Every word in a prayer is holy
As it reaches God who protects
Support comes from Him duly
Producing the very best effects
When our mind believes in Him
Our happiness is surely enlarged
He gives enormous power and vim
For peace, we are not at all charged
If our prayer is genuinely expressed
We are sure of getting Divine bliss
God is by all our efforts impressed
He will not miss to fulfill His promise
Who runs Oz? The task,
A public servant you must ask!
PS clerk run our land,
Admirably, it's quite grand,
As they will tell you, tee hee,
They run budgets efficiently,
Managing Oz quite capably,
Pollies come and pollies go,
PS clerks are keeping on, lo!
I dance with a beautiful angel,
harps resonate heavenly tunes,
I pirouette with a divine beauty,
strain my ears to celestial croons.
Would this beatific joyfulness last
for blessed eternal time,
since I have found an angel
that dances so sublime?
The problem that now faces me
is whether she really cares,
for it's not easy to discern
if I'm one who capably shares
the love of something so divine.
So worried I tremble that all this will end,
will this dance go on and on and on
despite the fact I do still pretend
that I have not toiled and laboured in vain
but wish it will never end in bitter pain.
He ruled his kingdom with an iron fist
all looked up to the earl of otherworld.
Women sighed over his handsome face,
his manly stature and his sense of humour.
His heir and son was cultivated and charming.
Yet the earl's wife was a fiery woman of red hair
with an hourglass figure she tempted and teased.
He was putty in her hands when she flirted.
His warriors would follow him to certain death
such was their trust in his leadership and skills.
His earldom was both strong and rich in arts,
jewels with bounteous harvests of fruit and grains.
His once many enemies were now scattered and few.
He gazed out over his kingdom and knew with certainty
that all was ready for the day he was no more
that his son would carry on capably in his footsteps.
He knew he would be remembered with relevance
that many would mourn his Rite of Passage
after all he was the patrician all he beheld
and he ruled all with wisdom and strength.
written 07/17/2015
contest Patriarchy
DESERVED DISTURBANCES
Earthquakes, floods, Tsunamis and hurricanes
Sorrow, desperation, torment and torrential rains
Denial, desperation, destitution and remorse
I face the threat of these things as a matter of course
And deservedly so
After all the sins I have so capably committed
All the painfulness I have proficiently permitted
And all the righteous acts that I have omitted
Charity has never been a priority to me
While using, abusing and confusing people has come so effortlessly
I take very well and avoid giving with expertise
I destroy the concept of comfort and peace
I am not one you should ask of for a favor
As I savor a soul made lame by the lamentable
I experience the exemption of an exclamation mark to my life with exquisite exclusion
I am a dissertation on the disturbing
And a pound of pages expounding on the perturbing
I am what a lack of honor always brings
And of the above mentioned catastrophes I deserve all those things
© 2012…..PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Story of Jesus from Luke chapter two --
Mary, his mother, was coming undone,
anxiously searching midst those trav’ling through,
hearing her Lord ask, “You can’t find my Son?”
“Was it yesterday, that I saw Him near
Joseph's side?” but quickly dropping her brow.
“How could we lose One most treasured and dear?
Should we return to Jerusalem now?”
Safe in the Temple, at end their pursuit,
capably teaching, God's Son sat unfazed.
Hearing this Boy/Man’s replies so astute
those who attended His words stood amazed.
Story of Christians from that time to this,
quick three days' journey away from your Lord.
Noticing nothing of what’s gone amiss.
"When did I lose Him – the One I adored?"
Busy with church, His presence you exclude
without knowing He's been out of your care!
Stopping to listen, fellowship renewed,
your heart's engulfed when Christ speaks to you there.
capably balanced
wing form swept from curling wave
certain of heaven