M-emories
A-lways
R-eturn
I-nto
S-oul's
H-ead,
M-aking
A-ll
L-ife's
L-ovely
O-utlooks
W-ell-defined
M-agnifying
A-ll
R-ecollections
A-nd
O-rderly
N-ostalgia
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Marish Mallow Maraon)
An ode unto a Bluebird
Who flew into my heart
Epitome of beauty
A priceless work of art
She asked me, do you love me?
I said, indeed I do
She said, if I could tell you
I'd say I love you too
B-ell-shaped
E-legant
T-ulips
T-enderly
Y-awn.
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Betty Cervania)
If your'e going to preach it brother.? Hit-em with the Gospel
For its like no other; Spell' Speak of mercy..And the flames of hell' and ring out the message like a ten ton bell.' Tell the truth
'The world is round' like Isaiah shouted.' He really went to
Town.' Also the village for that to matters.' No doubt giving
The matrons a feast of natters.' Yes tell of the King! With a
Sceptre of iron.' Ruler of Nations the one so much better,' by
Leaps and leauges.' Yet a donkey His steed! the pharisees bane.' He allowed them to keep their greeds.' Yes preach of
Life and tbe riches of God.' To all those destined to go under
The sod.' Some clerics may repent.?To turn away? from the
Gasp-ell of death they gasp out today.' Nothing is new as
Solomon put.' Just whitewashed tombs on top thats it.' The
Bones of this matter.' Wont be raised at all.' Who have gasp-ed
Out the message of slavery and thrall.' Its hotter than this
Poem.'The place they must go.' If you don't want to join them 'just let Jesus know.'
when accused of blither-blather
seek shelter in the moment, rather
than plunge right in confrontationally
into a bottomless pit of calumny
remember to count to ten again and again
ramp it up to a thousand, don’t pretend
if you’re still hot, don’t plead that you’re not
or let bygones be bygones and all that rot
‘coz the chickens always come home to roost
when and if you’re still juiced
you just might slice that swollen face wide open, catsup-red
then hallucinate as into grinning spiders it is shhh-RED
*******
If the horror you've just read
fills you with naught but dread
Try not to lose it, jughead ~ pray hard
before you go to bed
~ Dr. Jack Ell
Was passing through old Notre Dame,
I spied the hunchback and called his name;
Said someday you will not be the same,
He said that's OK, there is no one to blame.
One time I bumped into the Pope,
Asked him how the 'ell are we to cope
When everyone is jacked up on dope;
He just said hang them one and all by a rope.
Came upon an old backwoods still,
I sat a spell and drank my fill.
Told the ol' boys do what you will
But pass to the young your brewing skill.
On the shore was a fisherman,
He had three dead fish in his pan.
Saw footprints in the distant sand,
He claimed they were made by his wife, Fran.
Rode with pirates on the open seas
And hoisted up sails to catch the breeze.
Fought off both enemies and disease,
Stole much gold with the greatest of ease.
You can see I've been far and wide,
There's been some strange things I've spied.
Now if there are things you wish you've tried,
For a small fee I could be your guide.
Well come on in, I'll bolt the door,
Excuse the dog mess, on the floor,
Let's get this one bar fire to roar,
Coffee's still warm, so I'll just pour,
Oat meal biscuits? go on take four,
Money troubles? heard it before,
Eight hundred a month and it's yours,
Down payment cash, the room's secured...
BODY AILS … YET SPIRIT SOARS
You’d think I’d rattle when I walk,
I’ve pills of this and that.
Some make me feel even sicker,
others warned … make me fat.
Take “Viagra” for rare PH,
Lung-Heart rare illness pill.
Several for other organs, fact
one-third kidney’s … no thrill.
If, drink more water for kidney,
Heart Failure might affect.
Most minds tell folks, “breath”, with “Central
Apnea “ … mine forgets.
When stand, high-blood pressure drops low,
ninety-five / fifty five.
Body ails, yet spirit still soars,
grateful … I’m still alive!
Fact take twenty pills is is not bad,
gotta take to stay well.
But wonder, if Doc’s took these, they'd
feel better … or like -ell?
Won’t fuss about number of pills,
for this, and this, and that.
Thankful have all these, or I might,
just fall down dead … splat!
Hoy me he sentido extrañamente melancolico,
Me prometi siempre caminar con la frente en alto,
pero no puedo engañarme a mi mismo,
el piso sigue siendo demasiado hermoso como para no mirarlo.
Los recuerdos son mas fuertes que el presente,
Ell futuro pesa mas que el pasado,
¿Por que mi mente es tan elocuente?,
¿Por que mi corazon es tan callado?.
Mi alma me mira con desprecio, mi cuerpo me apoya ciegamente,
Pero los ojos, en rebeldía,se escapan por la noche,
Mi rutina me es fiel con recelo,
Mis metas me ven a lo lejos, aunque el camino siempre este despejado.
Mi voluntad aun esta dormida,
Lo unico que la mantiene viva es mi corazón,
Pero habla muy bajo como para despertarla,
Quizás la muerte pueda hacer algo con su pasión.
Tell others your innermost secrets, please be aware
Reality is, it’s something that they’ll probably share
Unless you’re certain that they won’t be blurting
Share with a fake pal, you may find yourself hurting
Trolls still trawl through the internet – you bet!
Jump into your car or hop aboard a plane or train.
Allow yourself some fun! Even one weekend will do.
Unburden yourself of stress. Life can feel brand new
Near the ocean, inside the city or around unusual terrain.
Tell me though that I will be the one to tag along with you!
Eagerly on my word processing app
My fingers pressing keys Tippity tap
Penning my classic in verse
Thinking the fog will disperse
Yet there’s no classic just absolute cr*p
Hell have no fury like cranial mist
Even the mild mannered would clench a fist
Aghast as my rhyme and meter take flight
Dreading the empty page night after night
Eureka proclaimed… but the notion I sense
Doesn’t take shape for this poet is dense
Must I endeavour in vain one more day
Ordering words in a haphazard way
Rabid strikes of the delete key
Only conspire to defeat me
Now I’m a nitwit with nothing to say
U nder cloudy skies, we pray
D ry as a shuck the ground stays
O pportunities come and go
M oisture billows, swirls, flows
E mpty the udometer on a dry pole
T ell me has it sprung a hole
E very grain of red dirt is dry
R ivers of dry current fly by
Date: 11/08/2022
Sponsor: Constance La France
Contest: Writing Challenge-Unburden a "U" Word
Udometer- noun- a rain gauge- some say archaic now
We have had very little rain in months.
Memorial days of when my mind was clear as rain. Back then I did not feel so
Elementally insane. I used to whip up a poem in minutes and smile like a
Neuromental trigger happy woman. Then, as years went by I noticed the
Tell tale signs of aging and slowing. Stress settled in as life changed and
A virus spread through the land. I swallowed my fears and continued to
Love, live and laugh but something had changed. Me... My mental health...
MEDITATE ON THE GOOD THINGS IN LIFE, IT WILL HELP YOU STAY FOCUSED :)
Healthy is the man and woman who digs her own garden or grave, I say
Enlist in the power of heavenly beings and do your very best. Life is
A series of battles, lift your sword on high and don't let the devil win.
Learn to live with what you have and find strength and comfort in the
Truth. Mental health is pliable, it can break it can heal, it can change.
Help is there if you ask for it. You are not alone, so share your story...
TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOUR MENTAL HEALTH, YOU ONLY HAVE ONE MIND !!!
In Love And Light,
Your Mystic Rose
A flower falling f ell from afar now it's positioned painted on a wall
12/5/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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