We walked into church, God saw my lost soul,
I met you and it went away, cuz I wasn’t enough for your economic status.
You saw me and walked away, God told you to turn around and walk the other way, your group I walked into, what a mistake, for I didn’t meet your requirements.. I guess GOD doesn’t save the ugly black sheep.
You say it’s not me, but I see differently, HE spoke to you to walk away,OUR LADY OF GRACE isn’t for me... it’s me, it’s my daughter, AUTISM isn’t for everyone, don’t worry your not the first one to judge, my whole family don’t know how to love US..
So I’m giving you what you wanted a year ago, we are walking away, give you your FAITH a wide birth, Give GOD full access to your faith, don't let US keep HIM from loving you, lighting your path to Heaven.
Maybe I shouldn’t have walked into your small group a year and nine months ago, because I’m the Black Sheep that GOD turned his back on.
“GET BEHIND me UN BELIEVER”. You are NOT my believer, my CHILD” You are thinking as human, NOT as GOD wants for my FAIThFUL SON”..
Here you go GOD, RYAN is all yours”.
This may seem lame.
Let’s make it a game.
I’ll give you a clue.
You try to guess who.
Proceeding my entrance by just a short while,
Is often the presence or hint of a smile.
Used sometimes by women, more often by men,
Often, I start as a quaint little grin.
I can also be hardy, and sometimes quite loud,
And often I’m present amongst a small crowd.
If it is me, you want to invoke,
Share with the group, a funny joke.
If you want to seem happy from now ever after,
Invite me in, I’m best known as laughter.
I spent two hours on the website trying to renew my license
new system installed in January
Much easier they said
My husband spent an hour on it
He brought me their phone number
Call them, he suggested
I could not get a person, only a recorded message
If you are in group A, press 1
If you are in group B, press 2
If you are in group C…..
I did not know what group I was in
That is on a teensy postcard we had accidentally thrown away
I resolved to try the next day
Spent half an hour on the phone when I noticed online help
I called the number
The lady talked me through steps one through eight.
I cannot help you past this step, she informed me.
It has to be the director of your group.
Which group are you in?
Good day my fellow soupers, I hope you all are doing well.
Another moment has arrived, for our poetry show and tell.
We are a diverse group; a common quest keeps us sustained.
This disruption from reality, empowers rest when feeling drained.
We share our thoughts in group, an expression of how we feel.
Some words we share are dark and some, for curb appeal.
Whatever the case may be, we all leave our hearts exposed.
Be mindful of how you judge, it can leave others indisposed.
Some scholars will write for contests, hoping their work will place.
When you’re scripting for recognition, it’s hard to keep up the pace.
Poets have differed taste, we’re all just human after all.
Try not to get discouraged when you miss that curtain call.
On any given day, you’ll pen some rhymes that come out great.
Don’t let a biased judge, determine your poetry fate.
Each one of you are special, foster your talent both day and night.
Legends are made not born, now grab your pens and write!
romp over Russia
Uruguay group A top spot. . .
both in knockout stage
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "2018 World Cup Senryu" via wattpad.com
Humans are animals, same as the rest.
We sprung up from the same womb as all animals do.
What makes us different is what’s in our heads. We think, we plan, we build, we progress.
Human minds have grown to allow us all this.
We are wired at birth, with much have no choice.
Much of our group a composite mess.
Our animal instincts are deeply entrenched.
Civilization evolved to offer guidance and control.
We are in constant conflict as how to behave.
Our biology says one thing civilization says no.
Cats, dogs and chimps have no courts to say they did wrong, it’s instinct that drives them along.
It’s simpler for them.
Human struggle continues from now till who knows when.
A field of angry faces fume
with mouths agape as spittle flies
from lips best used for other tasks.
Upon the green , the rolling lawn of angst,
demonstrators wave paper placards.
Group A never nearing Group B.
Flags drape the bandstand packed
with pomp and politicians give lip-service
to the trodden rights of man.
Unequal, but present, women, fe-males
present themselves in all manner of vehicles
from stroller to walker to wheel chair, we are here.
For one hundred years, we have been ‘given’
the ‘right’ to own property,
but still
our labor is worth less.
Un-joined, un-backed,
if alone, many are left
in the ranks of the poor.
A field of angry faces fume
no child care, no child left behind,
inadequate health care, still we struggle on
in the twenty-first century,
where politicians preen and prance
and misuse our votes.
The divide ever present,
our ranks rife with unrest,
our creative powers used to shackle us
given only lip-service.
Still, we will prevail.
Students walking around
chatting, laughing
I just gave a group a
test
The weather is cold out - at
least it is warm in here
it is warm in here
I believe I will keep
this job a while more
The time has come
for me to show a poem
to some students and facult y
at this institution
Hope they like it!
No money in poetry
But it is a damn good way to
socialize
Let the dark winds
blow where they will
BMCC is still here
Instructing thousands of people
from many different lands
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