I do the washing
i don't say anything
I half to cook
& I wont talk back
The mom
mame'
the wife
Ms. Sheila
I do it all
every night
everyday
it never gets old
when I'm nervous
I take pills
he hits the wall
It never fails
He's dad
He's mad as hell
He wont stop
he is a husband
I carry the rings
I needle alone
Where are the kids
in the rom?
We must accomplish more
We are never separated
when will it stop
when he is gone'
That's when ill be gone
gone home with my mamma'
OBLITERATED
THAT IS WHAT DONALD TRUMP SAID
MORE PERSONNEL DEAD
Dear Jordon, I hear you are gaining strength..I say
Go easy on yourself; mate,l.' there are things you have done that are so truly great, no man is an island, i beleive thats true..' So here I
Place a prayer for you.. Trust God alone; stay religion free, may you come back to full good health, and peace yours be.' Many
Cherish your impact, on this wayward
time, in Jesus this season who is our all.'
Here I call.' That each day goes now fine.'
On the morning sun’s day, Jesus went down
To John, in a garment of holy white
To the Jordan, to be baptised and crowned
Splashed with the Jordan’s tears of pure delight
Three times immersed in waters from the height
Three times, the Baptist signed the lamb’s forehead
Three times, John brought him water to be fed
A small dove of holy white downwards flew
To the risen Jesus, and a voice said
“My son, today I have begotten you”
She say she wants to go home with me tonight as we sit by the bus park,
but I tell her we can make home right here in this moments,
haven't you heard heavens rumours that the god of love escaped,
maybe the rumours are true cause you are with him at the moment,
gods create let me create love like no other for both of us in this moment,
you realize I cannot stop staring at you heavy chest,
because am already in the world of fantasy you squeezing me with those beautiful breasts of yours
till I ran out of breathe,
don't worry you won't kill me am already dead cause I died the moment I saw you
so am as well zombified in the moment,
let me handle you with care cause that what happens in home,
and I would do a perfect job of taking you home as you wanted
By Tanvir Mostafa
Where are our those days, where is our lost society?
What we behold right now—is it the proper system of community?
Does goodness prevail or exist in the mid of us really?
We find soundness of reason and justice only occasionally.
Many a poet says the world is the right place for love and peace,
But perhaps that thought belonged to their own time, not this..
This is the time of anarchy, violence, and indiscipline,
We find people talk about problem and suffering.
Now people deal with science and technology,
But many noble souls died for their ideology..
People in this modernity, with what they have, can’t remain happy, Their restless minds still chase a missing harmony.
How can I embrace the sayings of poets?
Instead of love and peace, the world is a place of riots.
Deadly weapons are made to put an end to lives,
As if only hatred and bloodshed survive.
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There is so much unsaid
That I want to tell you
What I can't express to you,
I keep it safely within
I try to speak,
But I never manage to say it
You always speak Even for the words
I wish to say
What I want to express,
You understand without me saying it.
You read my silence
Just by looking into my eyes
There is so much unsaid
That wishes to be told to you.
There is so much unsaid
That I want to tell you
What I can't express to you,
I keep it safely within
I try to speak,
But I never manage to say it
You always speak Even for the words
I wish to say
What I want to express,
You understand without me saying it.
You read my silence
Just by looking into my eyes
There is so much unsaid
That wishes to be told to you.
They came by the thousands before the dusk hour
to dip their quivering bodies in the Jordan River
and take on the resemblance of Christ or alike;
they were driven by faith other than curiosity:
the limping who could hardly walk, the lonely
who smiled less and the blind who lost their sight!
His miraculous and divine hand touched them,
they were healed by the man from Bethlehem;
envious was the glance of the Scribe watching,
Romans soldiers were shocked by the healing!
They were women with children following Jesus,
they knew Him since He was born in that manger;
young men became the disciples of Christ, except one
who betrayed Him, then he hung himself and died alone!
Dip yourself in the same river and be totally healed,
all sins are cancelled by the power of forgiveness;
follow Him when uncertainty prevails over fears...
faith withstands anything when salvation is delivered!
HELLO SO CALLED FREE WORLD.!! Canada is a
Crown country...So is Australia..For the time being!
Melbourne was put under house arrest for twelve
Months..! For no crime whatsoever..Think on this!
Where is the fair governance?? Is there a valid one?
In Britain the originator of colonial law, Caroline
Farrow is under survaillance for speaking her thought
Jordan Peterson is being shoehorned into a programme
Of so called ( re education ) these people don't know
One another I presume.? What are we witnessing in
The case of the large sized lady shown in sports illustrated
What are we suposed to gather ? Its a sports publication
Are they a beauty magazine? Well I suppose in academic
Summation yes.' As you need a slim and resiliant body
To compete athletically..Yes?? So sports oriented peiople
Would intuitivally think a more leaner body more attractive
To compete, that then affects perception overall, whether
I or whoever sees the wider senario of beauty is not relative
In this context.! Which brings us too, why this cover page
In a sports oriented publication? Or was it just an entrappment ploy.? In both cases what is going on.?
My name is Jordan. I’m now forty-three.
This letter is to tell you I’m okay
in case from church days you remember me.
I took off in my 20’s and I’d stay
in little towns where odd jobs I could find.
I was a drifter; soon enough I’d leave.
Few friends I had, so nobody would mind.
And if I died, would anybody grieve?
Well, things changed when I met dear Jean, my wife.
Just how I got so lucky I don’t know.
She helped me find a good job. Now my life
is like a dream compared to years ago.
My wife is smart and fun, with eyes of green.
Our three girls thankfully resemble Jean!
A boy named Jordan was an unchurched kid,
fond of red roses in the garden green,
enjoyed mischievous things he always did.
As Bible School helper he was last seen.
The local church gets a cardinal new,
with passion, of the garden he takes care,
moves around in Zucchetto of red hue,
caresses red roses abloom with flair.
He says red roses blossom for the Lord,
tending them condones all the childhood sins,
he committed that many didn’t accord.
He feels for him a new journey begins.
After many years tracing the known track,
as a cardinal Jordan has come back.
But Jesus called the children to him and said, “Let the little children
come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God
belongs to such as these.”
—Luke 18:16 NIV
WHAT’S HAPPENED TO JORDAN
What’s happened to Jordan? He’s living proof
that a kid with sideways horns, pawing hoof,
saw the masses using imperfect tongues
with elbow grease, praising God with their lungs.
What’s happened to Jordan? He’s living proof
that letting the children come, is no goof…
that glancing behind, the aisles were well lit
with eyes and ears saint-bright; faithful, tight-knit.
What’s happened to Jordan? He’s living proof.
He pounds on the drums. He’s raising the roof.
He concurs with youth. Ears incline to him.
He married Wisdom. They’re verve is a hymn.
What’s happened to Jordan? He’s living proof -
though he stumbled, God made him shatterproof.
And as the saying goes, “God don’t make junk.”
No whiskey in hand - only Spirit-drunk.
What’s happened to Jordan? He’s living proof
that his progeny, raised right - not aloof.
He’s raising young men with Christian morals.
Hero, on white horse, unsung with laurels.
At church, one summer day I met Jordan,
he was a boy quite wild and out of line;
Came back as a teen and let the Lord in,
and at eighteen was looking quite divine.
He helped out at Vacation Bible School,
and we became the very best of friends;
Jordan was calm, kind and followed each rule,
we were just like a couple of bookends.
Jordan came back years later, a teacher,
he was forty, married and had one child;
my old friend's big smile was his best feature,
and like Jordan, his son was a bit wild.
Friends come into our life and ever stay;
no matter where their long journey may stray.
SONNET TO JORDAN
If you saw Jordan as he is today
You would not recognize the boy we knew.
Back then he was a pest in every way
(He even carved his name once on a pew)
If there was mischief, he was always there.
“He’ll not amount to much,” his teachers sighed.
But yesterday, she saw him in the square,
His wife and family by his side.
The dense crowd hanging on his every word,
Their parliamentary candidate.
But, in her head, the only voice she heard
Was an echo from an earlier date.
Young Jordan, who had set her heart aflame.
She still sits in that pew that bears his name
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