life that knows death
and nevertheless continues
God is gracious
Grace granted after trial, mercy,
stronger than judgment
divine help that was not earned but
given
Ivo is the one preserved through death by grace
The evergreen life that survives the underworld because God has remembered it.
Two cotton heads Dixie Babel talking,
prickly said,
Darkies don’t know much of nothing
They got empty skulls
full of careless, tropical lazy
Coconut bodies just laying around tanning and slumber planning
Perfect slave tools
for us pyramid builders to use
in erecting a cold, New World society
The two covetous, Egyptian overseers ...
with lascivious lusty leers,
said: the price of Picaninnies come dime a dozen
Once you’ve had some straw bury Nubian fun,
cherry lewd chocolate decadent ...
Black history, as Ivo-ry told, get mixed up a lot
More than a little, we suspect
Yes, we did our very, very vanilla best:
Doubled their tasks with triple digit unpaid success
As the two lounging Lenin heads,
communed on the pool side of the cool shade ...
their ice-cold, vodka lemonade thoughts slowly melted away
Unknowingly, they needed more than a little more time
As the dusk horizon was twilight descending,
dawn winter was fast approaching ... sans the sunshine
In an attempt to establish an uncertain linkage between 2 parables,
Ivo Torena resorted to impress his colleagues all night long; hence,
awkward as a cow on a crutch, he was cowed into pilfering bananas,
and when he was caught red-handed by the deputy, his eyes showed
no response even though his arteries were friendly. Thus, a series of
tribulations took place inside his troubled mind for outlandish
reasons, and his whereabouts were commended by one of the top
enemies of the state: The twerp from Antwerp. On a serious note,
a cabal of notorious hotshots devised an agenda to unnerve Ivo
until the cow comes home. Still and all, Torena has a truly unique
composure, unlike the belligerent Belgian, and his mannerisms
can't be reciprocated with ease. Furthermore, the notoriety with
which he prattled and sprattled was momentous! His uneventful
birth can't hold a candle to any cinematographic invention although
his water bottle company is a candle in the wind and the pieces
begin to assemble duly without second thoughts whatsoever.
Ivo, I certainly do not find this poem to my liking;
Notwithstanding, I encourage you to keep on writing
Just because I don't like this one you don't have to be sad.
I do enjoy most of your writings, kid. Aren't you glad?
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