CONCEPT...FLOW....PROSODY.....
these are sequencailly sound!
Wishing aint gonna make it happen
it's best to stop whinnin and complaining
tuuf it out if you goota
when life puts you through changes
we gots to togther
sorting out the foolishness
from the good stuff
got to be more reliable
to get through this situation
it aint easy thinkin up something
when there aint that musch to say
what seriuos to me is a joke to you
sems you like it that way
toddle up and get ther
do your best to keep it right
we gonna be together
just let me make it throught the night
pucker up and kiss me
Sweet lady let me be your man
concepts flowing groovin together
pouring out like a soda can
swig aint that nasty
it sweter then the honey from the bee's
cold to cold today and tommorow
just keep me off my knee's
I don't want to be sad,
Because when I'm sad
There are clouds in the sky,
And clouds always bring rain.
Maybe not today.
Maybe today will be sunny,
And maybe tomorrow will too.
But eventually those pearly clouds
Will turn into treacherous tempests
That rain lightning, and flash floods,
And hail thunder that booms
Like cannons in my ears,
Until my ears hum songs
About sunken voyages
That met a watery tomb before
Land could be glimpsed
Upon the crows nest.
I'd rather be happy.
Happy as a clam
So that there are no clouds in the sky.
And if there are any, they'll whisk by
As wisps of cotton or incense
Only recognized by
The faint scent of metal it leaves
When it is somewhere else,
But not here.
I'm as happy as a clam.
That's just about how happy I am.
I would make that suggestion.
Exactly how happy is a clam?
I'd say, that's a pretty dam*
good question.
Calm and quiet
No stress or worry
Soft sounds of nature
Calm, quiet, and relax
My feet touches the bottom land
As my feeling start to quiver damn
Scratching those toes on silty sand
In the hope I can find a clam.
Fortune pay a price in waiting
Inch by inch I'm starting to find
Boulders of clam in seabed setting
Excitement painting my mind.
Labor showing enthusiasm I confess
A hungry belly want to cook an obsess
All in all a happy one sack we possess
A laborious day harvest of clam a success.
you want the commitment,
you want to be loved -
though, you need to know me,
in order for this to work out.
i need to be free,
to not clutch my wings,
do you understand me?
that's all that i need.
don't keep me updated,
don't share any words,
i'm easily bored,
that's all that i want.
shut up, keep it quiet.
don't say anything more.
i'm not interested
in none of your lore.
move on, just accept it,
i wont always be there,
as you're deciding
what to reply with.
but would you change your history?
would you do the impossible,
or continue to bore me?
Protecting one's good name
Not a kid's easy card game.
Who does climbs towards fame,
Who squeezes it buys shame;
The picture not the same....
Better one an old dame,
Clinging to her good name
Than princess of just blame
In morals badly lame
One's good name is one's flame;
Really, the thing men claim.
Thus, you must n't it maim;
Remain - not wild - the tame!
The Lord is on our side; once again He’ll stem the tide.
Enemy onslaught will subside. The Lord is on our side.
Our God is here; we’ll survive. Are you swallowed up alive?
Have you foes who stalk? connive? Our God is here; we’ll survive.
God saved Noah on the ark. He healed the Hebrews in the dark.
God led Jonah to the shore. He guided Peter to the door.
God kept Daniel in the den. He rescued Paul from angry men.
God spared David in the fray. He taught disciples how to pray.
At all God’s vict’ries, stand in awe; on ev’ry front, our God, voila.
Watch Him thwart Satan’s coup d’etat, And praise Him, Jehovah Shammah.
January 17, 2022
*Image of Shell The Beach Pearl by Pixabay.
the clam
cool clam chills
glacial claimed precious life
pearl rolls the seabed
2021 August 29
*HM*
Bite Size Poem no19
~~Line Gauthier: Judged 2021 September 04
here she is spoke out
doubt settling inside
here she is sharing
caring what they think
here she is waiting
rating the slow time
here she is again
penned in a type font
here she is alone
phone ringer shut off
here she is, a clam
damn, there she goes, gone
What's all this about, why are we here
Time's much too short till we all disappear
We're having so much fun
Many challenges to be won
We're happy as clams, year after year
ocean wave retreats
water spurts erupt behind
clams beneath the sand
May 3, 2918
1st Place ranking in "haiga - haiku - Theme sea - ocean" Contest
Sponsored by Mick Talbot
May 11, 2018
OLD clam
For my daughter
It's safe.
10 Dec/2017
There once was a clam
In a shell on a beach
By a rock under sand
At low tide out of reach
Till a boy with a hat
And a pail and a rake
Moved the rock and the sand
And the clam he did take
Said the mom of the clam
“I could not be prouder,
Good luck little clam
You’ll make a fine chowder!"
Talismanic turbans trade togas. How great. Short grin large grin. Big beam. And now an elephant in baggy trousers dancing. Peachtree waving. Chutney calling. Tantric trade. Tanks. Till not a tailor. Traditionalists trumpeting. One six zero. And a purple patterned silk cloth. Rice dance then. Kilowatt jewels. Oooh sparkly. Good. Hahahaha green relish. Hahahaha many many many many turrets. Xxxx Adriatic sea. *** corrosional. Z
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