He was born a full cripple,
Who is now causing ripple,
Unleashed shock waves a triple;
Soon to catch some disciple...
As cripple had sucked nipple,
Fed flesh fifty times supple:
'The most blessed cripple'—Sample
Mum's testimonies —Ample...
Of his mother's eyes—Apple
Though on his body Dapple
And the redness of maple...
At twelve could his mates cripple,
Rash harsh orders give people.
"To rupture it is simple:
Quickly take off my pimple!"
Do you remember me
Walking under the rain and sun
To prove my love,
Fetching your water,
When friends and others said
"I was as a madwoman?"
Looking for you in every corner,
Putting food in a bucket,
Yet, you look in my face
And said, "Love is cripple!"
I didn't understand your tricky words,
Till you modest me in tears.
I understood you are not rich:
We put heads together to get things right,
Cherish whatsoever you have:
Your tears always puzzle me in sadness,
Your sad words critique my heart in agony:
Suddenly, my pay is tears?!
Now, I know love is cripple;
As you romance her in your arm,
Love her always,
For she is, beautiful like Queen Vashti:
I thought we were going to build a Museum of love,
I thought we were going to be like Romeo and Juliet,
Oh!, pain is my best offer?!
Jesus did his best, yet he was betrayed;
If love is cripple,
Let me go and find someone
Who will straighten my heart:
Love me for who I am, my impressions, and throw away tears.
I appreciate the tears and affliction!!!
Only life in our mortal realm
entrenches self-doubt’s stand.
People and events cripple us
with critical mirrors showing us
visuals of our ineptness.
All who are predisposed to clutching their negative blows
know doubts occurrences of fearful disturbance
thoroughly unscrambles one’s confidence channel
Image deceit drips as falsely scented,
mixed with drops of fictive doubt,
to kidnap our splendid potential.
On and off, our truth wrestles doubt’s absolutes.
Since youth, most have fought that gloomy devil.
Cripple Creek in Colorado
Ghost town before have you ever seen?
Behind old buildings is grass so green,
That we looked for and started to seek;
In Colorado a place called Cripple Creek.
Thriving mining town it once had been;
With several people there, mostly men;
Trees they had cut down by the cords;
Made houses and cabins out of boards.
What we now know and have supposed,
All once there was shut up and closed;
When wind screams and blows around,
Can hear ghost making an eerie sound.
Over rocks and ruins started to stumble;
Down entire town eventually did tumble,
And when you look what will see is moss
Except an old church that still has a cross.
Jim Horn
PS. Will have to read poem
"Donald Trump" poem by
Judy Emery.
Cripple Creek and Pike's Peak.
the wind may cripple
within the darkest corners
bask in the sunlight
Russell Sivey
The king and the cripple all day.
Whilst awake they must make hay.
Men must allay; not dabble like the abbe.
Even if they make child's play,
the king and the cripple have cache,
for one other day's living' per se.
A king must be wary,
and with excellence must parry,
all the privileges thrown his way.
Like the lame use crutches to stay,
upright; both need to sway.
But when men don't sway,
they stagnate long parts of the day,
including the parts that they just lay.
A minor comment may cause dismay;
these men, with great scope battery array,
need a push to stop dilly-dally with no allay.
You cripple me,
I fall into you hard,
Abandoning motion.
You deafen me,
I fall into the sounds of you,
Neglecting to hear those of the world.
You mute me,
I fall into the allure of your words,
Disregarding my own.
You blind me,
I fall into the beauty that surrounds you,
Forgetting to see anything else.
You render me useless,
I fall out of myself completely,
Forming an extension of you.
You leave me,
I fall into the empty void,
Always allowing space for you.
To anyone familiar with the state of Colorado,
there is a place out there with many a casino.
It is nestled in the mountains like a town of yesteryear.
There are several houses to take a chance here.
It is just beyond the world famous Pike’s Peak.
This casino town is known as Cripple Creek.
If you play tables or a slot machine,
the odds are against you, and they can be mean.
Your luck will be no better than Vegas or Atlantic City.
So many people lose their money. What a pity!
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