Thsi world is an encampment on a thousand valleys ,
Each leading to God's great mansion,
He is evil,
A miser and insane,
He rules his entire creation with a sick sense of homour,
During the sixties someone set up this world as an hope against him,
The overlord,
That's why they call this world imagine there's no heaven,
Something New To Do
All the world
was a stage while
black crude emptied
into the ocean blue,
everyone tuned in and
offered their two cents on
how to contain this
oil spout that spewed.
What if no one pointed
fingers at each other,
no blaming the
oil conglomerate,
the President of the U.S.,
or the oil rig crew.
What if we just all put
our brain power and resources
together to answer
this environmental riddle
instead of watching cartoons
or going to the zoo.
Once we put two and two
together and came up with an
answer, what if we let
the world as a whole take
the credit for pulling our
efforts together and rising
to the occasion to
save our wild life family,
the one’s in the ocean blue.
What if we started
to wean ourselves off
of the need for this black crude
and got in the mood to walk to work
or ride the tube?
Wouldn’t that be something new?
Little Al came out to play
With triolet and roundelay.
Boisterous John with resounding whoop,
Skipped along with stick and hoop.
That night when John lay down to sleep,
He fell into a slumber deep,
While Al lay restless in his bed,
Sorting the poems filling his head.
John laughed at Al for listless way,
But which one had more fun that day,
John with his roundabout at play,
Or little Al with roundelay?
Each child was made in different mold;
One quiet and the other bold.
John ran to make his body strong.
Al longed to give the world a song.
Brave John will grow so big and tall,
He may be one to save us all
From danger should it come our way,
His future forecast by his play.
As Little Al composed, he knew
This world will need some beauty too.
Next day Mom took John's hoop away
Gave it to Al to run and play.
She put John on the stoop to stay,
Until he wrote a roundelay.
She said "When you grow up you'll find,
You need your muscles and your mind.
You must both share in work and play
With roundabout and roundelay."
Won 4th place
I stand here filled with things to share,
'Cuz years have passed, now I'm aware,
That time was never spent in vain
With wisdom acquired and knowledge gained.
I've learned a lot, or so I thought,
Here, near and far, and from those who taught.
At home where I have said my rhymes,
At school where facts were memorized.
In places I have been I've learned,
Different cultures and gods, yet the world still turned.
In fields I've tried how grains are planted,
In cities discovered how machines are started.
I've met a lot, friends I have found,
Played music, toyed with all kinds of sounds,
And with each note sung, with each encounter,
I learned from it, I tried to remember.
And as I stand here I know know my life's not wasted,
Not ignorance, but each lesson tasted.
Education gained from the world I explored,
Success! Because with knowledge, I soared!
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