If you knew...
That the one who tore you in two, and
Made you
One with the earth,
And
The one who glues you,
Unites you, petal by petal,
Contributes to your happiness...
If you knew...?
Would you shed another tear?
Midnight misty bluebells blossom upon starry blue
Heavenly sunrise sway with chromatic hues
Mother Mary sweetness flows with cornucopia coos
Holy Dove descends with wings dipped in divine dew
with God's instructions for His Christian crew
to dance with prayers while whispering to the world His views
Be brave! Be brave! Do not tremble and slip into the blessed shoes!
Angels embrace all upon the Lord’s lace legacy avenues
Hope harvests all soul-searching forests and leaves are renewed
with grape gardens that grasp the galaxy Holy Spirit that glues
while rose petal scripture stirs with forever steam of truth stew
The Good News!
The Good News!
Resurrection arose as victory Vines seasoning our souls true
April 18th 2025
Away in a way dark
No one in my sight
Lone walk seems unending
In the moonless night
I’ve traveled a long way
Far away from you
Wish you’re now beside me
Darkness glues us two
I’ll explore you anew
The way I had done
First time in the dark park
You’ll feel the rerun
he was a bullfrog we called him Twos.
no idea why, except he was slimy as glues.
once upon a time he crawled out of my shoes.
listening to him now, as he sings the blues.
feeling sad, morose, sorrowful, irritated, sang Twos.
today my wife burned my flies inside my swamp stews.
my tongue is on fire, and I cannot find my booze.
shall strum another song, and sing you some more blues.
sorry you are sad, I said to my bullfrog, Twos.
is there any way I can help you get out of these blues?
maybe you could go get me fresh stew and some booze?
for a bulldog, he is pushy, this guy we call Twos.
Movement pivots lid lifted, Pandora astonishes
Actions perpetual pirouette dancer acknowledges
Glamour glues sockets smooth, figurine believed
Image incorporates graceful, a fighter bereaved
Curtsey in zenity as her stage lazy susan circulates
Tulle tickled hips scissor, treasures sage congregate
Rules spurred by war spring away from delicate damsel
Intimate fleshpink stretch legs enter audition to dazzle
Craft to elicit captivation tunes ballerina's true energy
Kills a brash sword brandishing cavalier, buried enemy
Entertaining Eighteenth of January
MAGIC TRICK
She plasters it on thick
Bleaches ,curls and glues
Draws on and colours in
Products galore she does use
After hours of beautification
She squeezes into a tiny short dress
Huge breasticles on display
Bum cheeks peeking out to impress
Now for the selfie photo shoot
Complete with sexy poses and pout
She is finally ready to leave
Her only destination McDonalds drive through and out!!
The right timing for a fun filled moment;
Long awaited is here to caress views...
Of open eyes, soak in sweet merriment,
To which awesome mind's enthusiasm glues.
Her drives on the open dance floor at ease,
Promotes strange moves out of unwillingness...
Shying away what thrilling vibes please,
In return for joyful relief's boldness.
Birthday celebration defines no one,
Either you are been generous or not,
You share things for all with notable pun...
Showing regards for coming to the spot.
Happy birthday dear Ifeoma Victor
So generous; don't tag me predictor!
Womb of existence
Drum of God, cosmic current,
vibration omnipresent
manifests prismatic hues,
flowing until desire glues.
Stagnation thus is the cause
that puts flow of life on pause.
Free will once boon, is now bane,
ignorance, cause of our pain.
In the womb of existence,
ego offers resistance,
which is but our own thought form
and we suffer in this storm.
True purpose of life is play,
to soul’s rhythm, gently sway,
radiating love and light
of God essence, shining bright.
Let our childlike innocence
draw in love by resonance,
for we are all one soul group,
a part of the same God’s troupe.
02-September-2022
A civilised mind has become the gem that glues this broken mould together
it can identify each piece putting it properly in place of origin
with the perfect picture hate attacks colouring around normal
Attacking the source that painted this masterpiece vandalising the canvas
criminal every alteration of the law drawn from the book of Wisdom
direct approval of this deeply disturbing alteration carries a penalty
sell your soul to the highest bidder right or wrong is where loyalty sits
A tale of two paths where knowledge talks to the fool
are you the ancestor of the ape or man this fence divides
whom do you follow when you twist the truth with lies
Bug
On my blue-lined writing pad, a tiny incest walk
It appears hesitant and lost before crossing a line
Lost in the vast wilderness. of the unwritten.
I try to blow it off the paper, but somehow glues
Itself and will not budge.
I cannot touch it, tiny as it is I will surely squash it.
Nothing I can do for now leave it to its own device
Go and watch TV.
When returned the insect was gone, a sheet of paper
With nothing written is a lonely place, no story to tell
But leaving behind a nagging question, the beginning
Of depression and the sense of futility.
You’re the Problem! (This One’s Mostly for You!)
I’ve got problems most times that most feel I should solve!
Yours are yours (like most problems, most fit like a glove)!
It’s your fix most think simple! Most just make fix hard,
for the most part (some seconds at most), glues will stick.
Most will bridle at this; most tell friends I’m most thick
where most grok most are thin, and most tissue my yard
(Halloween paints most nights, most trees fun!) But most love
less than most feel for most strays)! Most problems evolve!
Long Tooth
February 11th in 2022
I'd build creative writing, art, sculpture, music centers in 500 towns.
To benefit any students aged 7 to 18 who wanted to utilize the facilities.
I would hire art teachers who love art for art’s sake.
Our music teachers would be extremely child-friendly and patient.
These centers would be open before and after school.
Children could be dropped off in the morning to create.
They would have the freedom to write poems, songs, raps or stories.
Also utilize canvases, paints, glitter glues, and make masterpieces.
Singers and dancers would have a soundproof stage across campus.
They could access all equipment necessary to make videos and films.
They could enlist the help of the staff who would appear in their videos.
Teach them how to do what they wanted to do.
Encouraging creativity in the youth of the day could bring us peace.
It could satisfy some of their basic needs of being accepted and loved.
It could help them feel respected and give them a career goal.
People who love their lives make life easier and nicer for others.
Thank you for being there, dear friend, dear one.
Thank you for holding the giant dog on your uplift.
I am sorry about his weight, but we have to feed him.
Thank you for not breaking yet, I feel you will eventually.
But for now, you are perfect for this big galoot and me.
We love sitting on you to play word games or to draw.
We are keeping our paints and glitter glues in the studio.
So you can breathe easy about that unfounded fear.
We love it when you soak up the sunrays from the window.
When you are toasty warm and cushy when we sit.
You are an amazing friend, and we love you – the dog and me.
Thank you for being there, dear friend, dear one.
They called themselves
the "Moody Glues"
like jets in flight
higher than kites
huffing to no note deadbeat drummers
forever marching covertly across handless
fields of teenage want.
Tubing--a way countering neigh-boring hoods
of muddle class clones, quickly learning the
brown bag cost
Fuming to convey their High brain frost.
Dig it daddyo, cool beans, the 50's "Glues Clues"
60's
sharing in an ever raging generational divide of
pandemic Paradies Lost.
Mightily buoyed by cherished blood,
Brazen struts laxest wit undeterred;
And fair nobles her giddy vinos swill
Oftener than mild sips of ironed skill.
Sometimes charmed by gilded gold
Slack sense glues tighter than truth,
Icing to death the latter's warm hold,
Though it be sharp as reptile’s tooth.
Frequent wins heresy’s easy path
Grand crystalline Heaven’s wrath,
And fleeting mirths procured thus
At last become unmitigated curse.
Subtly hallowed by saint and priest
Sneaks warped reason’s sliest gist,
Oiled by figures on oaths deponed,
Sentinels of truth in bold ink toned.
Featherweight thinking finally weds
Strictest law under unspoken knots;
Neutering the former’s diabolic beds,
Desecrating the other's stern courts.
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