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We Wear The Mask

We Wear The Mask by Paul Laurence Dunbar



After poem by Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa 


Love of our land's labour should make us proud;
The efforts, time, and energy put through...
Well enough to place our pride clear as vowed.

But we wear the mask of pain we don't plowed,
When slavery is to labourers in blue...
Love of our land's labour should make us proud.

Showers of rain ain't just of dusty cloud,
But of heavy downpour and not dew;
Well enough to place our pride clear as vowed.

Yet all harvest couldn't feed suppose crowd,
We become weary of need to pursue...
Love of our land's labour should make us proud.


Just an endless space to measure; unbowed 
Hearts and heads under threat, government subdue...
Love of our land's labour should make us proud,
Well enough to place our pride clear as vowed.

Romeo Romeo

‘Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?’ 
(Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2)



Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?

          Juliet, it is so cold when we perform this sweet tableau
          so, twixt my legs, just a tiny icicle does grow.

Is it she you call sweet Rose that saps the strength from my sweet beaux?
That you wilt leave me so unsatisfied and not your gift bestow?

           Thus, each night, you have such words which you dost nag and crow
           and with them, it is that makes my manhood fail to show.

I Once gazed my wond’ring eyes upon your bulging codpiece so
Yet now, not so, again I ask; Wherefore art thou Romeo?

         Oh my sweet Juliet, I am indeed in deepest woe;
         this night, Friar Laurence, with my blue potion failed to show.

Solitude

“In solitude, the mind gains strength and learns to lean upon itself.”   Laurence Sterne
far from the human humdrum
solitude shrouds mountainsides
subtle snowflakes fall on spruce
I run towards the cabin

the heat is enjoyable
I open my fine laptop
type chapter three of my book
no characters spoil the scene

silence of nature elates
reflections of sublime thoughts
calming of a waterfall
falling from a cliff nearby

man feels peace in solitude
far from turbulence of life
now all is calm and peaceful
a rainbow appears afar


Placed 1

The Bon Vivants

The Bon Vivants
held an important meeting at the restaurant.
Happy faced Lauren,
her BF Laurence, and her
BFF Laurance Olivier queried:
“What is it, what is the thing
we all want?”
Leaning back, Lauren
-smoking hot and smoking
-lip sticked lips caressing her Gitane
-puffed, puffed, puffed
smoke signals into the air, and sighed.
“We want to be happy and satisfied,
and snappy, since the sadness died.
We want to move beyond
the tears we’ve cried,
and eat baked potatoes
-versus French ones fried
-maybe onion rings perhaps,
though not French per se.
But let’s not forgo the key:
lime pie.
Green, tart, and -oh -so-
aromatic; in the right hands an art 
          form
over function
-and clearly in conjunction
with the mirth
of the Bon Vivants Tribe.

Land of Lost Shadows: A Tribute To L S Lowry

land of lost shadows
and unweathered skies

five urban colours
through unflinching eyes

tall distant chimneys
and schoolyards at play

smoke drifting sideways
in stillness each day

sketches on packets
of stained cigarettes

strange brooding faces
and marionettes

people bent walking
with heads looking down

 - if lowry was living
he'd have painted my town.

Fox Noose

Laurence Welk's own bubble machine
Blew airheads inside the pop scene
So puffed up with air
That they did not care
A needle delivers vaccine

Joyful Event

L-iterary
A-uthor's
U-nique
R-egards
E-mploy
N-atal
C-omposition's
E-xcellent

P-oem
E-ndorsing
J-oyful
E-vent

Topic: Birthday of Laurence Peje (February 21) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Pig S Love

Cheat and love and lie and run
Philosophical incline
Who will win and who will try
Broken promises supply.

Roses, Moses, Richelieu
Rothschild, Laurence Olivier
Who accept and who decline
Leave and stay or laugh and die.

Father Pig upholds the law
Mother Piggy makes coleslaw
Children piglets fight and fly
We will eat them, do not cry.

“Do you love her?”  - asked my friend
He discovered shame of bread   
“Yes I loved her” - answer was
It is truth, but sounds gross.

Positano, Rome, Beirut
Christ, Antichrist, blood, absurd
Holly cow, sacred grass
Sodom, Gomorra, Montparnasse

Nouns on right and verbs on left
In the middle naked sense
Was Pig’s love to Piggy strong 
When he heard his butcher song?

Did Pig’s butcher sing that song?

Lifes Metaphor

Life’s Metaphor
Written: by Miracle Man
11-21-2019 

Life is a scrimmage for eternity,
At birth we’re put in the game,
and how we perform is crucial.

It’s a time of proving what we’re worthy of,
And even though we may fumble, God will forgive,
and allow us to return to the game.

At games end, we’re either called up or we’re left behind 
So we can’t be content to just mark time occupying the bench.
We must stay actively engaged in the game,
For God alone, knows the expiration date on our contract.
Tom



“The hardest thing to learn in life,
is which bridge to cross and which to burn.”
Laurence J. Peter

As Scribe Applies Unique Line

M-essage
A-bout
R-emarkable
K-nowledge

L-ets
A-crostic
U-se
R-ighteous
E-xpression
N-icely
C-reating
E-xcellent

C-onnotation
A-s
S-cribe
A-pplies
U-nique
L-ine

Topic: Birthday of Mark Laurence Casaul (July 02) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar
In terms of poetic excellence, he set a high bar 

He was called "the poet of his people", so adept
At writing his poems in African-American dialect

Laurence Whiteley

Before Laurence survived bone cancer, 
Chemotherapy and everything, he swam, 
Competed nationally and internationally, 
But afterwards rowing became his gram. 

He was born on August the 29th in 1991,
And comes from North Yorkshire, moors, 
He went to Hurworth House and Polam, 
Schools, he won triathlons for his spoors.

Taking up rowing in 2011 at the Tees RC, 
He competes in TA mixed double sculls, 
And initially he raced with the able-bodied, 
But now enjoys para-rowing which gulls. 

So in Alguebelette in France at the Worlds, 
2015, he and partner Lauren came second,
And in Rio, the open stage of the strongest, 
The two secured the gold, rightly reckoned.

Lauren Rowles

Lauren became paralysed suddenly overnight, 
When she developed firm transverse myelitis, 
An inflammation of the spinal cord, a huge fright, 
Which gave no feeling chest down, a mantis. 

Born 24 April 1998, she comes from Birmingham, 
In Bromsgrove District in the area Cotton Hackett,
Where she sat her A-levels which got her a gram, 
At Oxford Brookes Uni as a law undergraduate. 

Originally a wheelchair racer with many medals, 
At the junior level for sprinting and distance middle, 
She’s now in trunk and arms mixed double sculls, 
Coupling with Laurence Whitely to warmly griddle. 

Lauren only began the sport of rowing in 2015,
And rose through the ranks with speed and creed, 
In 2015 in France the pair won silver real clean, 
And in Rio they rowed to gold at tremendous speed.

Mid Week Day

Like Laurence of Arabia in a camel race,
hump day can go by at a very fast pace,
while there are other times,
camel spits me in the eye,
and over the hump is no piece of cake.





11-2-16

Heavenly Music

Heavenly Music

Instead of all of them still yelling EUREKA
What they ended up with was TOPEKA
Kansas where banjoes they will strum
And State Capital will never become.

Would it to many make much sense?
If an Arabian actually lived in Laurence
On horse thinking he was hot to trot
With him all the women he brought.

While State of Kansas you were touring
Was worst thing you could be enduring
They said go ahead and get out of DODGE
Like there ain't no room at any lodge.

Suppose purple was color we all wore
Went to heaven and not here anymore
Would God always allow us to be musical
And if so should we bring an acoustical?

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

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