She is a sop to insanity, a foreign minister that sounds off like a gong.' With such alien love
She is imbued, of all things strange.' And imported shoes..' all the time she's been around, we've watched living Aussies driven into the ground' hope assailed and
Men denigrated, women disenfranchised
My nerves; are by now raw grated, i've known cross-eyed mongrels, with a better view; of
Aussie values, ya-know? just things true blue..Like safe streets. And parks' like beaches and lakes, instead its
The chop-suey
Only; menu..Or an empty plate, I'll swear she trading noodles, for spaghetti sticks
As albo, creams of millions..
Its sick sick sick.' And things really won't
get better.' All the time this
Wong one, keeps.' Sending off; all
those loaded red letters.'
Better days ahead
The song of ages
A song we always sing
In bad times or days
After the dark is dawn
What we've always believed
Whenever we're down.
Freedom is a must
The song of ages
A song we always sing
Whenever we're fighting
For liberation of all forms
Standing for our rights
Independence our goal.
Justice must prevail
A song of ages
A song we've always sing
No room for injustice
You won't know the damage
Until it's done to you
Calling on karma to take charge.
Henrietta Hitch had done it again
I know because I am one of her kin
we all ran over to try to shake her awake
it took an army of relatives and an earthquake
You hypnotized yourself again, her mother chided her
Henrietta came around suddenly, the cauldron gave a purr
we all turned around to see that it was doing a spell by itself
You need to retire that thing, her mother said. Put it back on a shelf.
What none of us knew in that magical witch-like dell,
Was that Henrietta was completely under the cauldron’s spell
The cauldron was waiting for Henrietta to do her bidding.
She sent us packing, saying “I’m not kidding!”
one day God said: "I'm gonna go lie down for awhile, take care of things for Me."
Behind each charge of valour
Undeflected off Death's stare
Spirit is confessed. A shield
Held of a self luminous, scorching ware.
Search the histories, thick for
The unfanciful! In vales'
Open wounds of disclosure.
That shine out with great sacrificial tales.
Call upon nature’s almighty forces
draw on the energy of the universe
recharge your batteries to the max
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
BEFORE THE CHARGE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
the sun’s advance troops
line the ridge like Indians
in an old Western
poised on the bright brim of day
a moment before the charge
If men want to change the world,
they must do it while they're single,
because once they get married,
their chances really dwindle!
Speaking from experience,
you guys will quickly find
a husband's often not allowed
to even change his mind!
Because the important thing to realize,
in this crazy world of strife,
is to remember these four words:
"happy wife, happy life"!
She should be ashamed, he should be ashamed, they should be ashamed
Nasari grew up hearing these daily chastises from her mother
She knew that she also should be ashamed
And yet she did not know the why of it yet
Shame was a theme in her life, at an early age
She was ashamed in kindergarten, second grade, sixth grade
Her cheeks were flushed, for everything was her fault
If someone else dropped the Playdough, she took responsibility
Not only was she in charge of herself
She was in charge of the rest of the world
What they did was her shame
She took it all on
With guilty feelings
For her mother had drummed this into her psyche
At an early age
My heart cried
Please loved him no more.
It hurt more and more than before.
My brain questioned
Why did you keep on thinking of him for?
You should practise
"Out of sight, out of mind"
My eyes pleaded
Where has he been all these days?
I wanted to see him just one more time.
Why was he so hard to find?
Made me wondering days and nights,
Would he still be sitting at the same place?
At the desk to surf on the internet as always.
My nose sniffed:
He had strange odour, but it was quite unique.
At the corners of my lips,
My round dimples tipped
He also had two but elongated in shape,
And they appeared each time he grinned.
His face was almost perfect,
Except a calculus on the buccul of his tooth.
By now my hairs proudly tousled,
I kept your neck warm in winter
And gave you shades in summer.
But he had none what so ever.
My legs were short and stout,
His legs were long but could not play
The swings in the play ground.
Has my brain teased or cheered my heart?
When and will he mend my broken heart?
No words to describe his eyes,
I hardly looked at them due to being shy.
Friends like no other
They give you pain and bother
Ready to screw you up
From bottom to top
In the name of honesty they kill
And they charge you for the bill
Wednesday 3/12/2003
My dogs charge the fence
Barking ferociously at the neighbor dog
Acting like he is a murderous intruder
Here to do serious damage to their pack
The neighbor dog lunges back
Enjoying the game, glad to be of service
I smile at their antics
If the fence disappeared they would be smelling butts
It's a part of my soul
pleasantly beating
each time caressing t
Vape fluids flowing
I'm an electric charge
and I'm lightning jolt
I am reminiscing
I am electrified voltage
7/8/24
February 15 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 9-10
Key Verse – Numbers 9:19 And when the cloud tarried long upon the tabernacle many days, then the children of Israel kept the charge of the LORD, and journeyed not.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO CONSTANTLY
REMINDS US THAT WE KEEP HIS CHARGE
Praise be to God for constantly reminding
us that we keep His charge in:
Confessing constantly our sins
Claiming His compassion according to the Scriptures
Cleaving to His care with sincerity
Clinging to His Christian standards
Committing to His cause by His security
Numbers 10:13 Praise be to the Lord Who
wants us to take our journey with Him:
Awakened by His command
Admonished by His challenge
Alarmed by His correction
Affirmed by His creative carving
Assured by His cleansing
Numbers 10:35 Praise be to the Saviour
for rising up for our:
Defense of help’s request
Dedication by His honourable reinforcement
Determination with His hope’s restoration
Direction toward His high calling’s recognition
Destination to His heaven’s eternal rest. Amen!
February 15, 2024
Poetry is moody, she can be pouty and sad.
She can be vibrant, dancing the chicken dance.
I allow her freedom to be herself.
It does me no good to feel I am the boss.
Poetry is a chameleon. He is flexible.
He wakes me up in the night with an end rhyme.
What the heck!
Poetry is a teaser.
Poetry is not just a he or a she.
They is also a we, an us, a them, collaborating.
Going off in directions I could not outguess.
Doing what I never knew they could do.
Poetry slides onto a page with loops and whorls.
Laughing at my consternation.
Taking me totally unserious.
Poetry does not listen.
Sometimes I have this weird feeling I am in charge.
Poetry laughs
Pokes fun at me
Smacks me upside the head
Flies out the window with a hamster on her back.
Reminding me who is in charge.
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