Why do we omit to reflect
On the need to genuflect
To God waiting for it in His Altar
To be moved to mercifully alter
What in life makes us falter …
The Often Out-Of-Order
We wouldn’t want to go further
In the nature of a triumphing defect
With its concomitant effect;
As bad as balls that deflect
Or words A Grammarian didn’t inflect …
Ample reasons we have to be sad,
When we keep losing but aren’t mad
Or keep spending hard-to-stay wad
And telling people we once it had.
Expect?
Reject!
Perfect?
Connect!
Object?
Reflect!
Suspect?
Neglect!
Respect?
Correct!
Inflect?
Elect!
Good Day!!!!
Sun rises only to offer her day,
dawns song birds sing her their chorus so gay
She walks and sweet breeze does dawns still air fill
one smile warms dew's bond to melt mornings chill,
Sparkling clear eyes the blue sky to reflect,
voice sweet as honey melodic inflect
Laughter's fresh music flows free from soft lips,
sharing gay moments of banter and quips
Strolling as dance joyously spend each day,
every occasion will slip into play
She is the center the host of my life,
cherish held journey my beloved wife
Always every breath of love I will send,
destiny gave us love never to end
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
10/23/2020
Couplet
I spent my day shopping for rubies
Far East posting covert listing
Mr Patwari’s emporium
Assistants ever so obliging
Hexagonal set quaintly bulbous
does cheapen the overall effect
Disappointedly I turn aside
Mr Patwari, whose tone inflect
Secretly, soft whispers in my ear
Channels my movements in close quarter
Senses piqued my curiosity
Astute, knowledgeable exporter
Silk, flame red curtains wafted aside
Following, expectantly hopeful
Reveals vast interior workshop
He beckons, vocally boastful
Appraising the proffered brilliance
Rubies of every size mesmerised
Now questioningly, my eyes met his
Such rarity I identified
Sipping tea with Mr Patwari
Conviviality established
Revealed my subversive intentions
Slowly the smile on his face vanished
Drugged, stifling heat consumed
in disorientated stupor
Divested of my hat, shoes and purse
I retrieved my pocket computer
Bearings noted, in a concrete cell
Frantically, I connect display
Made contact and communicated
the district with all I could convey
Alerts Financial Action Task Force
Identified illegal rubies
Smuggling network last link confirmed
Rescued, resumes usual duties
An EPIDEMIC should be curving your appetite to inflect circumstances with its own PANDEMIC, serve on plates with an understanding that my weakness too are an ESSENTIAL part of the unstoppable greatness, Base on a set up that was made before I was birth in QUARANTINE. And in the mist some may get offended, or even try to offend you, But never the less God is in charge, place your worries in FURLOUGH, Even during this COVID-19, enemy's knocking, And sorry is an apology that's irrelevant. The truth hurts, yet said and misread incorrectly sloppy placed, its all apart of what's about to take place. But keep all your TISSUES, Greatness is built sometimes in the face of the earth, no MASK, uncovered. How it's form first for you is not the matter. The way you impact others is what means the most. Because once God done with me those who working for the devil will have to CHECK their STIMULUS, this anointing comes with great fire. I'm a child of the King created for greatness. And with that being said don't mistaken. The best is yet to come, no fear, I wouldn't want it no other way, why because Jesus is my HAZARD pay. He paid it all. And I live for him today.
The jelly apples of my youth
Had hard red coatings and, in truth,
Each time you bit one, you'd expect
Some dental damage you'd inflect.
Yet that exquisite crackling crunch
Which caused your jaws to clench and scrunch
Was worth a cavity or chip
Or, worse, a tooth that lost its grip.
The jelly apples of today
Are made in quite a different way,
With nuts to get stuck in your teeth
And soft, red gooey coats beneath.
I do enjoy them as a treat
When craving something moist and sweet
But really, they cannot compare
To those that filled the dentist's chair!
I
read
with
my eyes
but
speak
poetry
aloud
most
read
as
prose
'til
the
poet
recites
with
delight
to
tickle
the
ear
showing
when
to pause
so
silence
can
sound
to
inflect
and
intone
let
dialect
speak
its
voice
yes a voice
his
voice
is all
I
seek
Hear me read my free
verse
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The Screaming Demon
You are a demon of our own creation
Screaming and crying all day and night
You make demands that we have to serve
Unrelenting you ripped our minds apart
So innocent in your looks
Your hands reach for us speaking of your needs
Is it all a trick to make us fall for your trap?
Your bright blue eyes talk of love
Soothing what is left of our minds and making us smile
While your voice makes us cringe in an unknown fear
We pray for you to take a sleep that never comes
Where did you come from?
What can we do you break your curse?
Ancestors from ages back asked the same question
They suffered the same torture that you inflect upon us
Someday the time will come when you will change
A moment months after your original creation
You will have a demon of your own
Then we will sit back and laugh as you suffer
If Karma is truly a ***** as they say
Two screaming demons will arrive
With innocent looks and a talent for pain they will come
Stressing you far beyond the torture you have shown us
And we will laugh
Can’t you see what’s running down my face?
Are you going to tell me you don’t know what that means?
How can you blame me for being wary?
Can’t you see that I’m almost helpless?
I use to be tough as nails;
I can’t help how it is now.
Don’t leave me without any other options please;
I live with pain; I don’t care to inflect it too.
Like a silver candle holder you use to shine so bright;
Now the drippings and the tarnish;
Has dulled the sparkle and dimmed the fire.
And I’ve pleaded and petitioned but nothing changes.
You can’t possibly appreciate the extent of my commitment;
Are you hoping one day I won’t get up;
And I’ll end up an unfortunate victim of
Lost love; hidden by denial.
All I really ever did was love you more than;
Anyone else ever could or would.
And you don’t love me anymore;
So why don’t you quit slinging those poison arrows.
World War I gave us the fly-boys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.
Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.
Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to their death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.
Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot down
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.
Tracer bullets for the first time were used
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps a fire.
The skies became man’s highway of death
With duty and honor their driving desire.
How many Fly-boys have we lost since then
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?
By Tom Zart