I wear the same shoes,
Every single freaking day,
They probably smell...
I want to sign up,
I talked to a recruiter,
I might just wash out...
Talking to old friends,
Is NOT a good idea,
Jojo was the worst...
I spent time in jail,
It was a pain in the ass,
I did get out though...
I have a few friends,
They probably are liars,
I have to move on...
Buy your full-body burka now
Made in Texas to fit a cow
The colour is black
It fits like a sack
So you'll feel as free as a sow!
A HIGH FIVE TO JOLEEN
I would like to give a big High Five
To my wonderful niece, Joleen
For the devotions of God’s Word
She gives to us on a daily routine
It is shared on her Women’s page
Giving one another encouragement
With Biblical sagas and testimonies
Like offers of religious nourishment
As she takes us through the Gospel
She often displays a map of location
It reminds me of our own handprints
How we were made by God’s creation
Like a blueprint of our individual path
I look into the palm of my hand to see
That it is similar to a map or a guide
And it may help on my biblical journey
No two are alike in His written book
God made us each in a special way
Joleen is so very encouraging to all
She is a vessel of blessings each day
The steps she takes sharpens others
With perfect time like in Proverbs 27:17
As I learn the journey He put in my hand
I raise mine to give a High-Five to Joleen
Florence McMillian
Walked by a man
He put out his fist
I walked by
That was rude
I heard him say
Ah a fist bump
How quaint
These kids
So young
So sure
Think everyone
Is just like them
Fist bumps
High fives
Secret handshakes
Of the young
Those my age
Did it differently
Peace
Free love
Long ago
We were young
Don’t know these sign
Of today
High fives all round for Five fingers, Five toes
My pentagon poem has just Five lines
Five minute iambic pentameter
Each line has Ten syllables, Five by Two
One for each human appendage and sense.
I am now in a predicament. As I stand here watching
my boss with her hand in the air waiting, just waiting
for a high five. I think quickly, I tell her I am getting
A cold and I don’t want to spread any germs. I walk
out of the conference room and I honestly feel like skipping
to my office. No high five for her!! The next morning
I get to work with every intention of milking this
“cold” for as long as possible. I check my email
and my boss has the nerve to write that I should
stay home until I am over my cold, to prevent anyone
else from getting sick. I know good and damn well this is
retaliation for not giving her a high five. I plan on going
to her office to give her a piece of my mind. I get there
and she is in tears. Her assistant says she was just fired for
reasons she doesn’t know yet. Her boss walks out her office
I immediately raise my hand to give him a high five.
Way to go! High Five
With my hand up in the air I gave a high five
I misjudged my aim, I had to dive
11/22/2015
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Doggie paw patting
My leg under the table
Notice me, love me,
Give me a sweet treat to eat
Don't make me have to repeat!
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