Soiled sinners lecturing on the art of being pristine.
Innocents retreats to black pits and dank seams
God tucked away the ivory ring and red lantern
very few are rescued from the darkness within.
The good sheep are hoarding gospel and fear
charlatan and sharks are circling with shears.
Talking heads in it for ratings and attention
Town criers race baiting for a vote once again.
Millions gorging on fish and blue-collar greens
but very few do the sowing and reeling them in.
The horizon is deeply rouged and roughened
nobody caring enough to balm it or buff it.
Bloated children are crying out once again
cupboard and pantry are running very thin.
There's no lullaby nor nursey rhymes left
So, one day they just decided to snuff them.
Black crows preening atop a thorny crown
the curtain of humanity came crashing down.
Somewhere deep in the soul of a dead-end night
heaven was nailed to a neon, no vacancy sign
Saint Peter packed up without saying goodbye.
You asked what fueled such angst
As though therapy lay wait
But as I told my story
Your smile dissolved before my eyes;
And I thought with much surprise
Moonshine could be my friend
Your words floated like ice
Yet my simmered soul stayed bubbly.
You seemed to know my husband
So snug you sat lecturing
And as I held to my story
You said, "...you do you, and he, him."
Morning became electric
You eased up testing waters
I hugged a natural high
While boomerang had you bowing.
*
All is here with its tease,
The coming of beautiful trees
With light of bright rainbow colors,
Standing tall in the hearts of others.
Oh! those lovely nozy seasonal flies,
Which buzz like a melody of hashless Cries
Bringing joy in the hearts of kids
Making them think about gifts
Is what this great day really gives
The breeze of this event brings jubilant spirited heart
In the stone heart
Of anyone, percifing their anguish heart
Hmm I can't forget about those times that I used to danced As a kid in my home town
As a means to cheer the trouble hearts like a clown
With huge imaginations, kids shared amazing stories
Sitting in cool chairs
About the wonderful Christmas
Skipping, dancing and singing under a cool weather
Is me holding a Christmas ledger
Oh! yes like Crantoranto lecturing Spondee about his African Ring,
Pazanh suit and native slippers
What a very joyful day for kids?
Even we adult still missed celebrating Christmas as a kid
Oh! Christmas, what a blessed day for kids?
Though tempest's foaming deep swells far from land
and restless waves should buffet his small boat,
the Captain at the wheel with steady hand
trusts Providence to keep the crew afloat.
A Shepherd finds green pastures for his flock
protecting them that they may safely dwell
and carries injured lambs who cannot walk
to nurture them with love until they're well.
Preparing lesson plans and lecturing,
the Teacher answers questions patiently -
delighting in the joy knowledge can bring,
imparting light for growing eyes to see.
Lord, please grant wisdom, strength, and grace to me
to captain, shepherd, teach my family.
Written 18 June 2022
Happy Father's Day
-lecturing professor says: 'this hour...sciences say....(the source: a paper draft)
.....philosophy, physics, anthropology, numbers, imaginaries (all in the draft), sciences dictionary, sciences thesaurus (universities sciences........'
-tired hungover student hears:
"....this's sour....sigh-on's say...
the sore is...ah! pay-per-draft!....
fill-us-so-full-eh!....phizzzhics....
andt-throw-up-apology...
numb-brrrrrs...imagine...airy...
all...in the draft.....sigh-on's-says....
diction...airryyyy!....sigh-on-says...
the-sore-us universe....
sit-ease sigh-on's sayszzzzzzzzz...
stan sand
You remember Stacey?
You know, the girl who was trampled in the hall.
Always in detention,
And made to face the wall.
You remember how she looked?
Her clothes gave away the sign.
Her life was not easy,
She walked a real bumpy line.
You remember how we giggled?
When the teachers made a fuss,
Always late with assignments,
Always late for the bus.
Well you should see Stacey now,
All dressed up and lecturing classes.
Cruising in her car,
And wearing those fancy glasses.
I am happy for you Stacey,
Life did not keep you stuck!
Perhaps I can learn from you now,
And pull myself back up!
Upper class clowns and socialists
always whining from their crystal palaces.
Fine dining ...greasy lipped pimps
Lecturing the working man, on global warming,
who just topped off their private ride
with ozone poking jet fuel piss-
Upper class clowns and socialists,
always cawing about American gluttony
the distribution of wealth.
While wearing dead pelts around swollen necks and double chins
blood diamonds dangling from pampered pinkies
weeping crocodile tears about the evils
of the second amendment..
While behind Clive Christian scented ((((gated communities)))))
their private security dogs armed to the teeth-
Upper class clowns and socialists
burning brooks,,, babbling about lack of freedom
while strolling naked over minimum waged-manicured lawns.
dipping painted toes in minimum waged maintained pools
sipping minimum waged martinis under a commies red dawn..
So eager to take you to task
for not wearing one of their commie red masks.
Playing their little shrinking violet games...
Only half out of their-socialist closets.
hypocritical yapping -socialist autocrats-
To speak a truthful opinion correctly dressed
attacked by false faces clearly visible hate
trying to shut down facts crying victim's
Judgemental liars falsely claiming right's
let's look into your heart and see who pulls the strings
Firstly you support human sacrifice
from there on in everything uttered is cornered
becoming a lost cause when it boils down to lecturing
shape shifting words that overturn
the righteousness of our cause and beliefs
Worthless views push agendas overshadowing the truth
then with branding irons enslaving good values
biting with venom hook line and sinker
taking a back seat as you begin war cursing honesty
This battlefield lawless in its behavioural patterns
accuses those caring virtues of being on the opposite side of the coin tossed here where wisdom holds ground
when clearly they are spinning out of control
condemning those of us trying to save them
This split in the tongue clearly is trapped morally corrupted
begging your forgiveness under blindness
take a long hard look in the mirror reflection bitterness
we are all sinners at the end of the day
a firm purpose of amendment brings you closer to the light
What conundrum lies under life's foxy rinds
That even the most adept eye seldom finds?
The surgeon's knife removes the outer coat
To see hard lids that mask the whole report.
Keenest pilots only fly far above the riddle
That fiercest submarines bypass beneath.
Your most bookish attorney all so discreet,
Skips the arcane page with clamping teeth.
Learned lecturing geeks with dense lenses on,
Awfully ruin that stealthy paradox's silent tone.
And though brainy engineers quite close come,
The lupine puzzle leaves them guessing dumb.
World's award-winning pens deal it a dismal try.
They weave airy scenes bereft of reality's touch:
With grisly folios wherein fictitious actors cry,
With thievish knaves who glut in clamiest loot.
Even the deepest learning by bipedaled types,
Shall not unearth existence's inscrutable lipes.
Did you tire of one President's lecturing and preaching?
Do you cringe at another's tweets, his lechery and "leechering?"
Then as George W Bush Jr's term fades from the annals of recency
Let us recall the stirring words of this man of abiding decency
"Junior" as the USA's President was a bit of an anomaly
As he observed: "I know how hard it is to put food on your family." (Jan, 2000)
It was rather hard to take his Presidency all too seriously
After this: "I know the human being and fish can coexist." (Sept., 2000)
For education, he and Laura shared a passion, a yearning
To wit: "Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?" (Jan, 2000)
Of course, Bush could also be sharp as a tack, downright uncanny
Like the time he bragged, "They misunderestimated me!" (Nov, 2000)
And after eight years in office, "W" had become quite the orator
As seen in this reflection: "I think I was unprepared for war, --er." (Dec, 2008)
So there you have it, a smattering of evidence
~ That speaking the King's English is not required of a President
A wonderful fellow was Lance
Always acting with utmost vigilance
By day drove an ambulance
By night stayed home to water his plants
Never expressing much exuberance
Or given to any extravagance
Then one day by the oddest of circumstance
Lance attended a workshop on the topic of finance
Him that is, with two dozen other participants
Who wanted to learn more about grants
The speaker was lecturing with much arrogance
And the topic seemed to lack much relevance
But there she was at the entrance
She had the loveliest stance
And her voice had the warmest resonance
For Lance it was love at first glance
Without hesitation he made his advance
He discovered her name was France
And that they both loved to dance
Instantly they developed a steamy romance
It was only later that Lance learned by chance
All along that meeting was concocted by his two aunts
Both gifted with the power of clairvoyance
Now all are happy Lance has ants in his pants
And his nights no longer lack luster and radiance
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on March 16, 2018
Reflection in the mirror is mine,
My image in an exposed grasp.
What does it think; what is on its mind,
Does it care; will it cry; might it laugh?
Looking at my twin; that other me,
Such an unnerving and troubling act!
It’s not only just what I see,
But unsure who it is looking back.
Appears the image knows me better,
Than I even know my own true lot,
Free, bound by some immoral tether,
Or pretending to be what I’m not.
Persona that looks deep in my soul,
With searching and haunting eyes that pierce,
Must you be so alarming and bold,
Longing for both of us peace and rest?
Difficult to listen, hard to hear,
Headmaster that is lecturing me,
To be open and never to fear,
Truth endeavoring to set me free.
Jesus Christ, blessed Lord and Savior,
Cleanse my life of all sin and decay,
Help this one reflected in the mirror,
To look himself and You in the face.
6/24/17
Still adventuring
And endeavouring
Not always remembering
What the schools have been lecturing
Items needing sheltering
Or there will quickly be weathering
Many folks working hard at mentoring
And others just blethering
Unfettering
Then untethering
Onto bigger and better things
Don't for once, think it all won't ever sting
You'd be suprised at the joy that a letter brings
It's not going to always be crystal clear
And may be more than a little weird
What else shall I jot down and scribble here
Something about
How
There just may be no better time than now
Inhale…Air… It flows ‘round my lungs,
I’m alive with another pulse through my vein.
This blue and red tube streaming my blood,
Where it tunnels right into my brain.
And it keeps me alive on this colossal abyss,
Floating on this ocean, this sea.
Floating enough for this oxygened heart,
So my lecturing soul can be free.
Yet, all it would take would be a tale, a whisper,
Just one fabricated sleek lie,
A load of a scandal sinking me down,
To the scholar I’d be saying goodbye.
Goodbye to the class, goodbye to the books,
Goodbye to the teacher I knew,
And hello to the biggest new start of my life,
With an honorable, genuine debut.
Off the top of my head
and in a blink of an eye,
wanted to write a poem
that was on the tip of my tongue,
Meantime was having a brain fart
and pulling my hair out,
didn't want to sound cheeky
or put my foot in my mouth,
So bought "Poetry for Dummies"
which cost an arm and a leg,
and wanted to foot the entire bill,
while dining out with some friends,
One friend said I paid through the nose,
while another was lecturing an earful,
another's comments raised eyebrows,
said I shoulder it and be more responsible,
I thought they used to be so hip,
as I sat with butterflies in my stomach,
I thought of wringing their necks,
or telling them to button their lips,
So I told them to stop stepping on my toes,
that I always kept abreast of my money,
then realizing I'd forgotten my wallet,
ended up feeling just like a donkey.
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