The Roadside Medicine Sellers
Are Pharmacists' bold tellers
Of an enduring contest
Not unlike a weighted test!
Ever waxing Drug Dealers
Competing as Sure Healers
But spinning laughing profits
For all their being cursed misfits!
Shame to legalizing Laws
Unbolting illegal doors,
Patent Medicine - obtained Rights
A From - Reality Fool's flights
That often drop a body
For a post - Morten study
What a crazy patronage
Of Butchers in Tactful Age
Hardly like us for neck ties
Their tie - free neck for loud lies
Oh' how their shelves kick with drugs
In their stores Persian Rugs
Their Sales' Facilitators
The Non - Stop Oscillators
Admit men ,though, we're the cause
Before customers long pause
Smiles not customer- friendly
Handshakes not given grandly
Lordly prices for packets
The released picture Rackets.
I’m wondering why my poems are not coming out
It is about God
Jesus or Father Christ
I have a job to do given by Sacred Heart of Jesus
To propagate Jesus Christ as the High Priest
It is in the Bible
The Letter To The Hebrews
In there, Jesus Christ is a High Priest forever
On earth Jesus is not a Priest
When we die
Father Christ will meet us
Father Christ is giving us a heads up
Then we will see
That Jesus Christ is Father Christ
Most any man can do what most females cannot -
they can toss and hoist many things that weigh a lot
for they have muscles, not female strength struggles.
Otherwise, all are equal puzzle pieces
from the same Father-Mother-God and Jesus,
with same identical positive reaches
and the same negative thinking diseases.
Throughout time, weak males were facilitators
and power seeking churches discriminators
who oppressed females thru falsehoods expressed.
Thus, in the human realm men did take the helm
but such false drama gave those males bad karma.
All races and genders are family members,
brothers and sisters with same splendor and wonder
sharing their unique spiritual journey agendas.
Not only are all equal, earth-dwelling people
but in death, race and gender both end with breath.
So, let us all give discrimination a rest.
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/
Spending oftentimes with friends at the campus
There the lives of young minds may stay
And always stay with literacy and numeracy
That they share words and unveil the truth.
Learning things with the help of their facilitators and friends
An activity for collaboration, the mentor says
A half-baked output can even show an accomplishment
And the conscious adolescents may act with honesty.
Sketching colored shapes in line with black and white,
As they end up assigned tasks-moving from left to right,
And the sightless pens claim of such hypothesis and metaphor,
Might lead them to wit all these and claim pretty lies.
Asking question on how do young minds learn
That they might comprehend deception and nod nude acceptance,
What the school needs are students with genuine hearts,
And do things right then, dwell a life with integrity.
I.
The red winged blackbird knows how hard it is for me to connect with humans.
But I can still share my joy over this bird with my mom, who is dying for a way in.
II.
I was just told today by my teacher that I have a learning disability.
I was sad, confused. But my mom, she was “furious” when she heard.
She’s a real go-getter, too, and she went and got them,
Made them stop calling me that.
But now, things are worse.
Teacher Brett doesn’t help me anymore.
He’s helping some other kid.
Things are much harder now.
III.
My name is Betsy and I’m 25-years old.
I love Panda Express orange chicken more than anyone else on the planet.
It isn’t the fanciest restaurant but it’s cheap and I can walk to it. (I hate cooking.)
Without the spirit of inclusion,
The persistence of my parents,
And my high school “inclusion facilitators,”
I’d most likely be institutionalized or in some group home.
Instead I give speeches to crowds of fancy adults
About the power of not giving up, the power of support,
And the path of independence it has provided me.
(Straight to the orange chicken.)
So, as said you sir
the sun did still rise
albeit in a blur
among shaded skies.
Where clouds did gather
at a dunces brainstorm
for a dance and a blather
upon a pseudo platform.
Hustling to heady highs
saturating their misbehaviours
soon they will crystallise
forget their facilitators.
As sure as they will fall
and make foe with the floor
we will stand smart, tolerant and tall
savvy of a shower bows soar.
A spectrum of and for all
a light we can all bat for.
© 2016 Margo Cami [www.margocami.com]
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