Katie was upset because she lived far away
Her job was lousy, she had no money for a rainy day
She asked her brother Rich for money but he said “sorry, no”.
Her mother had to die without her, for Katie had no way to go
Two years later she sent a letter to the executor, her brother.
Please, she said, “could I please have the ruby ring of our mother?”
Rich sold the house, and forgot to share proceeds with her, not one two-bit.
He told her that his wife had the ring, and loved it, so she could not have it.
Years later she saw the ring on the finger of a woman on a bus in Lurr.
She said “My mom used to have one just like it, it is beautiful, for sure.
Ring-wearer asked, “Is your name Katie? Are you from uptown Ming?
Katie nodded her head, and the woman handed her the ruby ring.
Your brother and I once were married, she said.
But he is a selfish man, stingy even in his head.
I was coming to Ming to find you and give you this ring.
Katie felt her mother with her that day, her soul began to sing.
Katie was upset because she lived far away
Her job was lousy, she had no money for a rainy day
She asked her brother Rich for money but he said “sorry, no”.
Her mother had to die without her, for Katie had no way to go
Two years later she sent a letter to the executor, her brother.
Please, she said, “could I please have the ruby ring of our mother?”
Rich sold the house, and forgot to share proceeds with her, not one two-bit.
He told her that his wife had the ring, and loved it, so she could not have it.
Years later she saw the ring on the finger of a woman on a bus in Lurr.
She said “My mom used to have one just like it, it is beautiful, for sure.
Ring-wearer asked, “Is your name Katie? Are you from uptown Ming?
Katie nodded her head, and the woman handed her the ruby ring.
Your brother and I once were married, she said.
But he is a selfish man, stingy even in his head.
I was coming to Ming to find you and give you this ring.
Katie felt her mother with her that day, her soul began to sing.
#Require a Non-Dictatorial...
(A New World Order-'Spoiler'.)
#Require Tutorial on The Constitution, on file.
#Require Anecdotal circumstancial, financial
"disclosure" ( ) portfolio.fraud.crossing_wires;
#Fire, them All, if then, placehold a trial
and cornholio a pineapple un-cut. 4x4 Family/Animal.style. {}
In our Political/Educational/Media/ and Health-Care-
(Executor/Collaborators)-: Institutions of liars ! []
We need access to our own information, in
stockpiles.
While "We..."
Stand free and tall, Absolution, takes the desire,
as does prosecution !
!IMPORTANT! Reconcile.
Hashtag_Militia, reflexadigitation !
Replace Apathy with the integrity to inspire
others under their persecution !
Take back our Nation !
*(Revolution !)*
In prepping for a funeral
The family gathered in the hall
They sat there all mourning
Even though it was nightfall
He had eaten lots of vegetables
Yet, he passed on in his suite
Must have still had too much sugar
And not enough heart beets
A farmer by trade, he grew
Not just beets but onions too
When he passed, they cut his crops
And cried all the way through
They made his favorite cheese as well
A batch to honor him that day
His athlete niece, age nineteen, fell
Now there’s pro teen in the whey
Onions served at the will reading
One son got more than his share
“Yes, I see”, said the executor
I can smell it in the heir
“Woof” exclaimed his trusty dog
“This situation is certainly tough.
Although I’m sad about my human
These jokes were pretty ruff…..”
In God’s own world, kind and humane once,
bullets rip through the dreaming buds,
blood flows with the color of innocence,
the flowers of promise never bloom.
Terror breeds in the fanatic hearths,
dislocated minds mutilated by despicable instinct
turn into executor of targeted destruction,
chosen randomly from ominous list of insane caprice.
Morality defaced by indolent intolerance,
understanding disintegrates into abhorrence.
Empathy is lost in the dark alley of violence,
off-course conscience evades probity rationale.
In God’s own creation so beautiful ever,
the children inhabiting the world today,
still smile and play merrily without fear.
God has not given up on the mankind yet.
_______________
January 9, 2023
Contest : Hit List 2023
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick
Rising, a second ahead of stead, fine timing of executor
Horse gusto momentum, mortality a trot towards death
Tied up apple placated decades are dust obscured
Gallops a gamble heart squeeze mane clenched
Bridle left imprints jovial jockey rubs in virility
River pebble tossed prospect to become creek victor
Firm hooves with haphazard legs flail out of depth
Eyes which recognise primary desire, easily lured
Guile of reliance, combed gleamed pretense
Leads to forsaken stable of lollypop loyalty
Karat snap accusations on nonchalance don't register
Angry words inhaled in dawn fragile waking breath
Hat shade Sunday hums hymn worship conditional
Dictation praise from chapter of Shera Seven
Pampers offbeat imminent dog food frailty
Eleventh of May
Mercedes, Argument, Diamonds
Awake hair
hairstyles...
appropriate clothes
modeled...
Offered mouth,
painted...
hidden mistakes,
Clear Skin...
lively gestures,
rehearsed lines...
So she goes,
clearing paths,
she goes to the market...
Madame or courtesan...
Executive or executor...!?
The estate of Ambrose Rose is released from probate.
To receive their inheritance, the stooges can't wait.
Ichabod Slipp is the executor holding the money.
What this crook is doing to the stooges isn't funny.
Each one gets a beating from Slipp in an altercation.
On a night train is where Slipp has made a reservation.
Moe, Larry, and Shemp board it for a confrontation.
Are you curious about where this story will go?
All you have to do is watch the video.
Based on the 1947 Columbia Pictures short subject "Hold That Lion"
starring the Three Stooges.
Her tears are squandered waters,
like blood shed from an innocent man.
If misery was to be defined
It would be her bareness covered with garments.
She fantasizes in colors
But her realities are in black and white
As if to say her existence is tedious.
She adjured the heavens to eradicate her
For she was worn out from breathing unfiltered air.
It came over her,
like a woman enthralled by a thousand demons.
She would grip her lips
In order to keep her sanity.
And when she least anticipated
she would fall down on her knees
with blood gushing from her mouth.
She glanced at the mirror
And at that moment, she realized
she was her own executor.
Dazzling at the gong square,
In the heavenly rhythmical waves.
All eyes await to see the wonders
Just like okoto the movement was
That led to the raining of owo eyo
Joy in the heart it floats to see the raining.
long term dead will come fort to life,
Debt it ought be but death it amounts.
Could it be the prophecy of the old?
That is yet to be known to amount a mystery in
our eyes,
the calling of the great army of our wealth.
Your great hands we see in Egypt.
The father of faith acknowledged thee and was
blessed.
The giver of productivity and ruins I hail you.
Oh! Ten is your name.
You are the law that strikes without executor.
My heart lingers not to fall to your hands
Still failing in executing your precepts
This I tender as prayers never to be your prey!
PEARLS OF PERPETUITY
Memorable jaunt, one never to daunt.
Returned very gaunt, yet pearls she doth vaunt.
Pallor didn’t want. Now spectre doth haunt.
Calligraphy font of eccentric aunt.
Executor chaunt - ridiculous flaunt.
Niece struts pearls to taunt - doppelgänger wont.
3rd Place
4/26/2017
John Hamilton’s Rhymers delight-internal monorhyme-2 contest
My life passes by in an instant,
A lighting strike,
An immediate presence then gone,
What has brought me to this point,
I will miss you my love,
The wind at my back,
The sun in my face,
It was hot that day.
A bead of a sweat trickles down my cheek,
The silence of dead space follows me,
In my gut I know it wasn't my day.
The buzzards await their meal,
I realize,
Honor is the foundation of my word ,
Action is the beneficiary of my tongue.
My neurons a slave to my ego,
The executor of my thought ,
And as I count my paces,
I realize this is me!
I am greatful to know,
I am truly alive.......
Tis the late June day
Which bring flocks
Their subconscious intentions
Obfuscated by the lingering dimensions
Flaccid ideals and breezes
Traversing gingerly through
The ancient elms
Seeded by the pulps of history
They pray, with each scrape
Of their prescient footsteps
For the sparkle, the brilliance
Those ghostly matters provide in perpetuity
The heat emanating from yearnings
Executed by minute's drive
From understandings siloed
In the labyrinth of mind's eye and virtue
Bless us, grand tome
Executor of fine minds and savages
Vanquish, release us into the
Banal confines heretofore begging
To improve and congeal
For the worlds remote
Need the godliness
The opaque permissive rain
Quenching thought to act
Towards probable endings
Splendid imperatives
Preserved for those
Who wish to partake.
(6/24/08)
for my Mother
After the failed attempt to kill herself,
She gaveled up a parliament of owls,
Repurposing every cabinet and shelf
To house her blinkless treasury of fowls.
What comfort came from a gross of hooded eyes
Strewn through her home, I could not even guess.
Yet urgently she unboxed every prize
And for it found some suitable recess.
As executor, I audited the owls.
Seventy-two, my final reckoning.
There was one I liked. He'd pivot in his cowl
Like a startled monk, when shook. His shuttering
eyes, like cameras, seemed to document the night.
Her night, I thought: her burden, and her flight.
God, how come every time I say I can’t do something
You would prove me wrong?
You don’t like me to say “I can’t” Lord?
I know I can do all things
Through Christ who strengthens me
As that is what the Bible said
God, you know what my weaknesses are
And I believe you would go to prove that I don’t
Possess any
Why is that Lord?
Are we strong in You?
All ours are strengths?
What a revelation God
Then I can be anything I want
Accomplish anything I wish to
God You are the executor
We wish for the world Lord
Anything we choose to we can
Oh Hallelujah God
You are so grand
So gallantly generous
We bless You Lord
What would You not do
for us?
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