Always thought God's an odd bod
Untruths like hoofs stuck in a clod
Over us aloof just run roughshod
So don't give love above the nod
No proof where Angels ever trod
More encores from the laws of sod
Each church on a perch made a wad
Will besmirch then constantly prod
Tribal bible merch from God squad
Us all in the lurch bait on their rod
We're all just peas in the same pod
No merry on sherry on vicar's quad
Fickle like feather tickle of Ken Dodd
As through the strife of life we plod
Always been more rocker than mod
But still we are all carriers of the hod
As yes ultimately we're all on our tod
Because yes confess there is no God
Eyes see
yet it is the heart
that translates
ears mere cone carriers,
the many voices truly one's own
(schizoid nature of senses)
looking out we see in --
listening we hearken to
ignited self vocabularies
nothing concisely as it seems
Poe’s myriad dreams~ within dreams --
The energy of a dying star,
Is truly who you are,
Part of a collection of entities,
Sentient amenities,
Pleasing the host.
Guided by a Holy Ghost,
Most go unnoticed,
Amidst this vast existence,
Innocence taken by insolence,
Violence filling the airwaves,
Invisible slaves making waves,
As the system caves.
Paving the way once again,
For our star to shine on in,
As the pieces awaken,
To the world that was taken,
Leaving the leaders shaken,
The regimes were overtaken
Breaking down the barriers,
We are the carriers of light,
The star burning bright,
Enlightening everyone around,
Turning frowns upside down,
Drowning out the sorrow,
There's no tomorrow to fear,
Just right here,
Right now,
Power lies in your hands,
To heal our broken lands.
Home is not a safe place
People die at home
Trapped under books and papers,
Carriers of culture, which
Should be there to save you
Yet, beguiling blindly,
The termites of destitution
Bore into the substance
Which crumbles gently
And lets you down at last
On one Holy Night
An Inn Keeper was experiencing a very thriving business
King Herod demonstrated his selfishness and his evilness
Joseph and Mary found no comfortable accommodations
On One Holy Night
The bright shinning star was obedient to God
The wisemen were focused and determined
The religious leaders knew the Scriptures
On One Holy Night
The angels were joyfully communicating God's message
to the world; And the shepherds were obedient and
convinced as they became carriers of good news
“But the path of the just is as the shining light,
that shineth more and more unto the perfect day.”
Proverbs 4:18
King Solomon shared with the Jews over time;
much he had learned from his own dad, King David.
The path of the just is no quick, speedy climb
for the light it brings forth is way off the grid.
Solomon had wisely asked God for wisdom;
He wrote proverbs galore, one of God's sages -
sharing divine wisdom with those who'd become
carriers of that light down through the ages.
Believers today find the path of the just
in Jesus who's the Truth, the Life and the Way.
Steadily we grow as we learn about trust.
God's Spirit shines through us till that perfect day
That perfect day when our spirit is transferred
to the presence of Jesus and Father God
Meanwhile, we must keep on studying His Word
sharing more and more light as His path we plod.
CARRIER
In a world where the woman already goes through a lot
I can't imagine what it's like for all carriers
Especially when they don't know that they are
And only get to know after they welcome a child into this world
Cause it marks a moment of learning
Learning to be a mum,
and also to take care of the child with the condition
And without anyone to help them, it can be overwhelming
It's hard having to watch your kid grow
And you constantly worried about how to get meds
When at times you'd have to sacrifice the last coin
To ensure that you get meds
At times, that could be the end of her marriage
Cause the man goes on to the next
And the woman left to fight to stay afloat
Kudos to all the men who remain and brave it together
The PO£T
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my enemy gave to me
Twelve upset tummies gurgling
Eleven spoiled milk cartons curdling
Ten missed opportunities to achieve
Nine judges who refused my reprieve
Eight frustrations and barriers
Seven Covid-19 carriers
Six casseroles with a bad smell
Five empty packs of Pall Mall
Four creepy sashes
Three worn out lashes
Two cobras who attacked me,
And a grizzly bear in a honey tree.
Unheard were those desires
Unseen were those dreams
Unrequited were those memories
Because they had died
I, you, they..
No matter who killed..
I sent them to the clouds
Carriers of unshed tears
Hoping to meet my soul there
I collapsed under its weight
Ahh.. The downpour is so heavy
Am I drowning or drenched in it?
Did you wake me up? Or did I?
The dawn murmured I was awake..
As the blush painted the sky
Wait.. It’s a sunset!!
Beautiful though!!..
carriers of souls
birth cord, from the branches, cut ~
freedom in full flight
Your heart disowned you,
Time when you left me.
It might beat inside you,
But carriers hope for me.
It wasn't instant for me,
To just gaze and love.
But it plants few patals,
And attract butterflies.
You were a greenish leaf,
In the hot sweaty desert.
Now you are too brown,
With no water left over.
It made me cry and cry,
Over and over, lonely!
I was lonely in a room,
And just missing presence.
Eyes surrenders one drop,
And no longer cries,
One drop is about hope,
Of love, and of giving up!
Trauma,misery and unhappiness
Is a life one lives;
Overcoming obstacles and barriers
Interacting with carriers
Of diseases and affliction
Mental health and addictions
Days of sadness and depression
No help on the horizon
Living the life of flight or plight
Trying to survive another night
Dawn and then the morning comes
Thoughts of what the day holds
Let’s get out of the slum
And entertain with some chums
Evening comes and the night is dark
Feint sounds of a dogs bark
Sleeping again on the bare ground
No solace to be found
Written my mjm aug 2024
My beauty was a pledge I took
Beauty hidden in plain face
In the small secured, kind place
Beauty beyond what was seen
What I had become from what I had been
From the impaired to the mended
Something that surpassed all the barriers
The kind of beauty that chooses its carriers
Are you one of them, that never fails
to disgust me, sitting across from me
on public transportation, talking trash
to a dog's head, sticking out of a
knock off over-sized Louis Vuitton.
Are you one of those people,
parked on a park bench, on a sunny afternoon,
crowded eatery, or maybe walking the mall
looking for bargains, sipping a six dollar latte
from Starbucks?
I see you with your designer mini mutts,
heads sticking out of those carriers,
bows in their sometimes dyed hair, rhinestone
or diamond studded collars, polished nails.
You talking to them as if they understand.
Sometimes I wish I had a gun, others
a knife would easily do.
It was like smooth operating tools
of a well-oiled machine that was
providentially placed in motion.
Like the birthing of a one-act play,
The curtains of God opened wide
for all the world to see.
The time had fully come,
and the stage was set.
The time had arrived for each
participant to play their role.
The greatest secret was to be
revealed in a very small town.
The A N G E L S broke the headline news to
SHEPHERDS who became good news carriers.
A special S T A R was on time shinning
the light and guiding every step of the
W I S E M E N whose role was to give,
to worship, and to take their exit.
There was an evil-eyed K I N G ever-ready
to destroy anything or anybody posing a
threat to his kingdom. The S C R I B E S,
steeped in knowledge and understanding
of the Scriptures, became revealers of
eternal trues. The I N N K E E P E R
would be forever remembered as one
unable to provide or create room for
the birth of our savior. Were this a play,
the curtains would now close on Act 1 of a
never-ending story about the King of Kings.
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