Norman’s snowman decided to hit the road
he was disgusted by his current frosty abode
I am leaving tonight at eight, he told Norm and me.
He said he was heading toward Livestock, Tennessee
I heard later that he melted along the way
His parts were scraped off the sixty-seven highway
We had warned him not to go, begged him to stay
Let that be a lesson to you Norm said to his new snowwoman, Kay
*BLOSSOM MONYEI
*Liberia's Poetry
*I have decided to follow Jesus.
I've been here before
Where I promised I'll keep myself clean,
again you came in
And left with a heart of sore.
You can't stay
You despise dirt
Like the light of day
You slowly go away when comes the night
“I have decided to follow Jesus”
A line in a song I sang
But when temptation came
I swam in it's pool of mud.
I'm now dirty
Will you cleanse me?
Have you given up on me?
I'm on my knees.
I took advantage of your grace
Now I seek your embrace
If you'd give me a chance,
No matter what I won't turn back.
"Let every dark addiction start to break"
Blossom Monyei the bleeding Pen ??
Decided , I , I won't assess
To what the point in time
I will had found
Being or working active and employing the recess
The true solution of the process this of mine
Today will be good
No pettiness allowed in
Just a smile and hope
Decided
Squirrels Choose
Their Nuts
Very Carefully.
What Squirrel?
Gone.
-Gray Squirrel
11-12-2024
He made her feel like a princess, a bride, an angel, a queen.
She had never had a love like this before.
Others did not understand, because of the age thing.
She did not see his age above his kindnesses and his love.
Whether they had five years together or five days
She decided to make him the “rest of her life”.
Their romance was a whirlwind of respect and fun.
When it was over, she could not let him go.
She carried his urn to all of their old haunts.
The carnival, the video arcade, the beach.
Every place was full of memories.
She would never forget him; he had raised her awarenesses.
She had never felt more witty, more exciting or more loved.
It’s all been decided for me
I was told to get up and go
To reap the harvests for free
Which I had no idea to sow
In a competition of fictions
The most plausible won
I bargained three new convictions
For the price of the cheapest one
I invested them in three essays
Which I was relieved to forget
I walked through the Roman arcades
I rested on faraway sand
I drank from the springs of wisdom
And ate from the plates of good
Almost lost my immune system
Survived though wasn’t too shrewd
I bet this plot is predetermined
It’s all been decided, you see
I gave my word to return it
But still I keep it with me.
decided to rejuvenate myself…
get a younger hairdo
maybe add a splash of blue
I looked ridiculous but was glad
after all, I have the face of my dad.
If there is something he would never do
It is have his hair dyed outrageous azure blue
So today I felt less like him, more like me
Rejuvenating my look was good, you see.
I’d be a fool to say I don’t miss You,
After all this time I foolishly
Thought there something I could do.
Maybe it would help me understand,
A way to have a chance to start
All over again.
To make things the way they used to be ,
To bring back those times that are now just memories.
Tender memories that you shared with me,
But those days are gone and again will never be.
After all these years I came to realize it wasn’t really about me.
It was you who wanted the change and it was you
Who decided to leave me.
Clasp the not for thy arms are empty,
for forever thy time has gone.
Be not deceived for lack of time,
nor your heart will not open for it is gone.
Place thy lips upon thy empty mouth,
for your sight will never appear.
So let it be said upon mine for you, you will be blind.
Cast your love to the wind and let it blow,
Let others seek your faith.
For tomorrow you will see,
Thy emptiness you have caused me.
I screwed it on and it went right up the bank.
Hey! Said Crankden Cramden, was that mink named Hank?
The one who lost his head and needed a new one? I asked.
I think so said Bogland Bagomire, as he baited and basked.
I am irritated when strangers get in on my conversation of course.
So I gave him the bug eye, and got back up on my horse.
That is cheap cheese you are using for bait, Betty Beatercheese said.
I gave her the fisherman eye that said clearly “you’re dead”.
As if by magic Shabolina Pilford suddenly appeared in Rockah.
She said “tighten up the chain and wheelie for a block’ah!”
The self appointed experts began giving Shabolina weird advice.
You can’t ram the car son! A voice yelled, and not very nice.
I’ll jerk the keys! The son yelled at his father, Crankden Cramden.
That’s when I smelled the odiferous cat box, put there by Jamden.
Fonkland O’giglocard yelled “I thought you were going home to me.
I decided to stay a bit longer and watch this crazy nightmare comedy.
Mr. Emmanuel Cleaver has an old Testament name
It means 'God is with us;' of that he's not ashamed
But 'Amen' is sexist, or so he's decided
On that, Mr. Cleaver is sorely misguided
_________________________________________
'Emmanuel' is a name derived from the Hebrew
words 'El,' God, and 'Imanu,' with us.
'Amen' is a Hebrew word meaning 'belief.' It has
nothing to do with men or women whatsoever.
Cute baby clothes I say.
Weird that you have ten thousand blue things and only one pink item.
I always wanted a girl, she said.
Kept that onesie around for years, hoping.
Twenty-eight years of marriage, but now
I have finally decided to give it up.
Her eight boys laughed.
They were 15, 16, 17, 19, 20, 22, 23 and 25.
I figured I would go right up to heaven
So I was ready to die, wishing for it actually.
Expecting to see my relatives, and my favorite dogs
I closed my eyes begging for God to take me
But He decided to keep me here
Jesus came to me in a dream and His will was clear
I had work yet to do
And was not going to find relief
What I needed was a different doctor
I was disappointed, but he is God
And I am merely his servant,
And a sinner to boot
He did not talk about any of my indiscretions
But I felt them none-the-less
They actually ran around in my mind as He spoke
I decided to get better, do better, be better
So maybe when He was ready, I would be able
to go to heaven
The way I was going had to be revisited,
Rethought, and reevaluated. He did that for me.
And I found a new doctor who kept me alive.
Not as alive as going home,
But alive enough for me to change my sinning ways.
So thank you O’Lord.
SO I’VE DECIDED TO WRITE POETRY
RobertBenThoughts.blogspot.com
Stroke recovery - poetry or journal,
I’ll try poetry from thoughts internal.
I don’t know the rules as one might,
I just write what seems right.
Will it be pleasure or will it be pain?
I just hope you think it’s sane.
Stroke survivor page helps me while low,
Having this stroke is one big blow.
My story is different, as you know;
But much in common so here we go.
You’re all so encouraging even when sad,
We have each other so it’s not so bad.
It’s been over a year since that day,
I miss the games I used to be able to play;
Now I long to run a 5k which is far away,
Why didn’t I do that before that day?
My friends, family supporting me,
So I feel it’s meant to be.
That’s it for this first try
I’m amazed I haven’t started to cry.
How did I do what do you think?
Just don’t send me a link.
Pray for me as I pray for you,
It’s the best I can do.
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