What is that, 'midst gray silhouette
A night-winged creature slips, beset?
Fluttering through pampas and ground
Mellow the dulcet trails of sound
O blackbird, my breaths awaken
By soft chimes...this angst forsaken
Glimmering 'neath still of moonlight ,
I find peace in warlber's hymned flight !
high expectations, low visibility - impossible becomes reality
in again had clocked
thoughts from my mind had been blocked
my brain tightly locked
concept corrected
mind with body connected
my brains collected
had been head scratcher
not ever virus catcher
be of sound stature
seen in state of shock
we had checked out cattle stock
chip off the old block
poem up contriving
did see bird which was diving
find more food striving
masks decomposing
them should be reimposing
properly disposing
when things went to waste
they will have done with much haste
did not meet our taste
books stored side by side
none of them will want to hide
read them all have tried
about quanon
always wished that it was gone
start a bright new dawn
a brief nap I took
read one more page in my book
about Trump being crook
on you God will grow
my Bible has told me so
did fight off each foe
ingenuity
should buy an annuity
in community
at wheel may have dosed
to virus we were exposed
whole house should be hosed
No one ever changes their mind.
People are changed by events that occur in their life time.
"Did ya hear bout them Wright brothers?" said the rural backwoodsman.
"They says theys gonna build themselves a flying machine."
"That'll never happen", said his companion,
"If god wanted man to fly he'd have given him wings."
At that moment overhead flew the very first airplane,
as both stared in disbelief at what they were seeing.
"I have changed my mind! Me too!" they both exclaimed.
They didn't change their minds, neither one of them.
Both of them were changed by their first flying machine event.
"I have changed my mind," is a phrase often misinterpreted.
A more proper response would be, "I stand corrected."
The Way of Life To my Son
Felicia Jefferson-Weaver- Jefferson Avatar
In the path of life sometimes you can get thrown off the path or maybe you wander off the path but repentance and genuine love for God and man will always put you back on the path.
Life is a cycle, just in case you get off of the wheel , when yourself see you jump back in.
The whole purpose of living this life is to meet your maker in Good standings.
Sincerely Yours ,
Your Mama
A Drizzle
A Drizzle
The wind blows and is fierce and cold
A shake and a tremble from me
One would think that we were in for a storm
Oh, but wait ,look! it was only a drizzle.
Little light rain drops slanted falling from the sky
Drip drip drip drop in abundance but even very scarce.
What is all the fuss about? Uh,in only a drizzle.
Hurry get under shelter don’t get wet
Oh yeah! It is not like you’d get drenched in rain
Drip drip drip drop drip drip drop
It is as I perceived ,it is only a drizzle.
By Felicia Elizabeth Dawn Jefferson
The Silence of the River
The silence of the river flowing like a stream
Masking fishes and crabs and other living things.
The silence of the river encumbered with whispers, prayers, cries and meditations
(Pause inhale and exhale)
The silence of the river flowing like a stream casting my rod and my care upon it along with all my hopes and dreams
It’s noon 1 o’clock and 2 o’clock all day has passed; A smell of a pine the sound of a squirrel or a mole in the grass an animal of its kine and the sound of a slithering snake.
The silence of the river embodies creation and regeneration all kinds of tragedy’s prevented
Upstream and downstream wash away my sorrow repairing life for me and a better tomorrow
The silence of the river flowing like a stream
A world in itself I have seen so many tales and stories only acknowledged by the keen
The length and the breadth of the river has its own account
Listen, can you hear? No because the river is silent, calm, free and clear.
By Felicia Elizabeth Dawn Jefferson –Weaver Jefferson
always corrected
for my actions and my words
twenty four seven
Fatty deposits
called CELLULITE mostly plague
the pelvic region
Beg your pardon sir?
Oh, I see! It’s CELLULAR
Let’s try this again…
Fatty deposits
called CELLULAR mostly plague
the pelvic region
For the 'Cellular Reality' contest sponsored by Marvin Celestial
And here I stand, both corrected and a fool
Yet here I stand, both forgiving and willing
To afford another try.
Pity me, but do not pity me
I hate to be pitied
But my stupidity leaves you with no choice
But to pity me
I am with shame for two times is one too many
Given the crime, one time is far too many
You are, but lucky that you found such a forgiving soul
To victimise
A braver heart would not have stood here, both corrected and a fool.
Dirty leprechauns-n-promiscuous shepherds, prestigious statues of golden
leopards, emerald tongues used as weapons, false pride, no philanthropy
accepted, the most precious reddest of rubies selected, my hearts surrounded
by floating fire balls 2 keep it protected, thru the devil’s schemes my blood
streams infected, true wisdom neglected, diverted direction collected, murders
committed off the record, is love 2 be expected or dissected-n-digested, the
value of money supersedes the value of life is what’s being projected, I’m
viewed through the eyes of this world’s perception, money changes lives
through magnificent methods, dirty leprechauns-n-promiscuous shepherds,
statues of golden leopards, emerald tongues used as weapons, I repeat God’s
whispers to my listeners through scriptures, I pray 4 mankind 2 be corrected
and our mind frames and actions 2 be perfected and our souls 2 the highest
levels of Heaven 2 be accepted and 4 the root 2 all evil stop being treasured,
the love of money.
My soul’s being measured
-n-corrected and accepted
In the highest levels of Heaven
Where it ain’t no money just
Imans-n-Reverends
You’re welcome
Foaming tsunamis
Crashing against a boulder will
Break squared shoulders
When a person speaks in error
With a slip you have detected,
You’re often better staying mum
To keep yourself protected.
For setting someone straight
Is often not what is expected,
And there are those who might just feel
A little disrespected.
So next time some amending
To another soul’s directed,
You might prefer to stop before
Your remedy’s rejected.
Not many can quite graciously
Admit, when they’ve reflected,
That maybe they’ve misspoken and
Will therefore stand corrected.
Beyond fascination I have found a place in me...
I have unlocked a door and opened to see
a reslient inner entity.
I assumed I was debilitatingly fearful
and what I have found
are mass elements of the bountiful...
Seeds rise up and out
whether viewed as brilliance or doubt.
Allowing them to be
and release into
the timeless sea
I create corrected harmony.
GROWING YEAR BY FEAR
By one I was done
I didn’t know what to do at two
Believe me, I was far from free at three
Four was a bore
I didn’t wish to survive at five
I was always sick at six
I was ready for heaven at seven
I learned how to astronomically hate at eight
Then at nine I took to wine
I was repulsed by most men at ten
I learned there is a Hell and a Heaven at eleven
Into my life no one cared to delve at 12
ain’t much I hadn’t seen by thirteen
Times I didn’t cause havoc were lean at fourteen
The universe turned mean at fifteen
And I was mentally sick at sixteen
I O.D.’d and it was Heaven I swear to have seen at seventeen
At eight I was finally set free and ran with every degenerate denigrated by disgust and
dehydration the rich chose to ignore
And at nineteen….well, need I say more?
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
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