The afternoon was spent calulating
what would be misfortune to millions
as he calulated the winnings from
the online " Hoss lottree Game"
the odds were in his favor and
nanometers in the visible spectrum
wave lengths and frequencies
inline turbine which flows
he stood at the bbq pit a master with
a spatula in his hand bragging about
his odds and days later we found him right and rich!
He won and won big, from there he created
The Capstone Grill and invested in
Stemcell Meat production. Helping to create
a culture were affordalie meat
would be sold to masses of people
as an alternative to animal meat and protiens.
From the book Music Lover
Songs by Chancey
A sleepless night,
Stars burning bright,
Stilling the moon,
Shining silver spoon,
Feeding the dreams,
With endless screams,
Moments of fire,
Rising to inspire,
Whispers of grace,
A gentle embrace,
Stirring souls fancy,
Breathless and chancey,
Music’s rhythmic flow,
Contentment will grow,
Wherever light fades,
Familiar shadow cascades,
Breathing wonderful life,
Never bringing strife,
Wherever birds sing,
Peace is king,
Inside, I believe,
God will relieve,
When I’m lost,
And sea tossed,
I know One,
He won’t shun,
When tears come,
I won’t succumb,
Because He cheers,
Through the years,
Bringing joy alive,
Wonders who thrive,
Erasing all doubt,
I’m never without,
Love that provides,
Love that abides,
Wherever He lives,
His voice gives,
Reasons to hope,
Ways to cope,
Without His light,
I couldn’t write,
This love lives,
This love gives,
He’s always mine,
He’s my lifeline,
When time ends,
Because we’re friends,
I’ll live evermore,
In heaven’s splendor,
Thanks to Him,
My heart’s hymn,
Resonates with elation,
He’s my foundation,
Listen and praise,
Forever and always!
Ah, the afternoons at the once upon a time, busy mall.
With my long auburn hair, large hoop earrings.
Add thigh high white boots, with dashing men, leering!
It was my favorite inner call.
Shopping for fine jewelry and intoxicating, imported cologne.
Meeting with dear friends at our favorite coffee shops.
Those scented with aromatic coffee and cinnamon, I about dropped.
So glorious those days, to not be lockdowned, at home alone!
Sadly, the years have passed far too soon, no mini-skirt, no boots?
Now writing poetry,alone is my new fancy.
Meeting handsome males is so very rare and so chancey.
But, on any night, I dream of them, under a flirtatious moon!
4/27/2021
A friendship so young afford the time in the eyes of a groggy old terrapin
Is warm to the forgotten touch as a single candle on a cold winter's night
A comfortable brightness in the midst of dark, melts away lonely paraffin
Leaving the rinds of a once sweeter fruit, to wither from painful sight
But amidst such loss of loving feeling, a yellow flame sucks at its wick
Drawing up from the heated wax something so soft, something unbeknownsably new
To forget one's past, is to lose the vigor of today, and leave's tomorrow feeling sick
But to grow from one's history will take the bite from the present's wicked brew
I wish for a chance for the yellow to grow red, as red as a springtime rose
For dark emerald eyes, among the deepest beauty, to look among her common moors
Another chance, the second among tenfold of friendship and rhythmic prose
That Beauty will love the ugly duckling, and you will find my heart in yours
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