Judas' geno-cide
Flint-lock medz - U.S. gold rump
Jesus Lock 'n Load!
.
Hey girl! Whatcha yellin' for?
I can't hear you through that thick door!
Do you really think they're gonna let you out
when all you do is stand there and shout?
You may as well chill, things will be fine.
I'm telling you, girl, we're tired of hearin' you whine.
You're gonna have to learn how to play the game,
or you'll just keep gettin' more of the same.
Don't matter want you want; you do as they say,
and just ing deal with it day after day.
It's a lot easier if you take things in stride.
Listen to me girl, 'cause I'm on your side.
'Cause we're all here in the same boat
and we all have to work to keep it afloat.
But getting pissed ain't the answer, that's a fact.
Yeah, laugh all you want girl, but look where you're at!
Quote By: Sofia Rojas
The wrong person will find you at peace then later leave you in pieces
The right person will find you when broken and help you find peace again
Both are necessary in the development and learning of your existence.
So many years of trying to find the right partner
all I got was pain and heartache, where did I go wrong ?
Guess I spend too much time trying to protect my armor
lost in my loneliness I always felt like I didn't belong;
Then I learned to self soothe and sing my own lullabies
stitched my hopes to trust then prayed him in, Who knew
that the right one would come along and hear my cries.
Yes he came to my rescue, right on cue !
Sometimes we need to meet many Mister Wrongs
before we can finally find our Mister Right
It doesn't mean you failed,
it just means your prayer never got mailed....
A
sexy
blonde bombshell
fresh and footloose
notoriously
enticing, ensnaring
dragged me by my nose-ring
bewailing, bemoaning made me
walk down the aisle towards the altar
intentionally intimidating.
VERILY I PRAY TO JESUS YAHWEH INCLUDING ALLAH ITS BEEN TWO YEARS NOW WHEN BIDEN AND ALL THE HORRORS SEVERE THREATS DURING COVID OUR LIVES IN SHAMBLES AN YET DOMESTIC TERRORISTS RIPPED OUR FLAGS MORBIDLY BREAKING INTO OUR HOME WE HAVE SPENT OVER 3000 IN NEW LOCKS LOCK SMITHS SECURITY CAMS THE JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS BUST THEM OUT IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT THEY CRAWL OVER FENCES PUT KEYSNIN THE DOORSBTO MAKE QUICKSET KEYS TO ENTER OUR HOME CIRCLINGBOUT APPOINTMENTS ON OUR CALENDAR SO THEY KNOW WHEN TO STROKE TAMPERING WITH MY VIETNAM VETERANS MEDALS OUR MORTAGE BANK INFORMANTION MEDICAL INFORMATION I SUFFER I SUFFER MENTAL ILLNESS PTSD TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY MY HUSBAND AS WELL REACHING FIR MY BIBLE IT'S NOT RIPPED OR FOLDED THESE TERRORISTS ARE BOLDLY MERGING WITH THE SAME DOMESTIC TERRORISTS BITTER OVER MY AMERICAN POETRY MY GOD ITS DEVASTATING THESE ARE INSURGENTS BULLIES COMMITING HOME INVASION EXTORTING OUR PEACE HERE IN AMERICA GOD BLESS AMERICA
We started off with being/
A human stuck in a tiny box/
Like a caged animal/
Day by day, we lose our senses/
To be poked and prodded/
Day and night for amusement/
This is a game to them/
Looking into the cage/
To rile the beast within/
The expected become unexpected/
The situation becomes dire/
Crying in desperation/
Remember, it's a human being/
Locked away in isolation/
Treated like garbage/
No Gods hears the cries/
From within the walls/
Trapped like a caged animal/
If you could fight the storm
And sail the angry sea
If you saw a figure right in front of ye
Would you stall out
Or would you call out
Would you lock out
Or would you walk out
If you could fight the crowd
And brush the cloth of He
If you could hear Him call to you “who touched me?”
Would you stall out
Or would you call out
Would you lock out
Or would you walk out
If you would rather die
And feel the need to flee
If you knew He’s the only way to be free
Would you stall out
Or would you call out
Would you lock out
Or would you walk out
We have no surveillance tapes
No ring doorbell to capture strangers or friends
Our house could be unlocked day, night and on weekends
Our dogs like the inside door open
So, they can look out the glass door on the outside
Our dog doors are open twenty-four seven
So, critters can get in if they need to
They do not stay long
Our dogs are the size of ponies
Which is also why we never have to lock our doors
I know I was not the first
I know I will not be the last
But the lock I placed for you
In the sun, the rain and the darkest night
It will be a sign that we are one
So, just as my love for you
It will last forever
© Poem – IX/XVIII/MMXXIV
LRET
Will is the executive …
intellect advisor
Choice as a marriage
the two must condone
Committed and daunting
with guideposts of knowledge
Marching in tandem
— pursuing the truth
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
when their lips would lock
length left us in state of shock
we should check out clock
Upon yon banks where heather waves so fair,
In Scotland's heart, a gem beyond compare,
Loch Lomond lies, embraced by hills and glen,
A sonnet's tale, where verses oft begin.
Beneath the sky, with hues of Highland blue,
Ben Lomond stands, a guardian true,
Its rugged peak, in morning's rosy light,
A Highland symphony, a breathtaking sight.
Thy waters mirror tales of ancient lore,
In every ripple, echoes gone before,
Bonnie boats, with sails unfurling wide,
Glide 'neath the thistle's nod, with Highland pride.
As twilight falls, and stars begin to gleam,
Loch Lomond dreams its own enchanting theme,
A piper's mournful tune upon the breeze,
Weaves through the glen, beneath the ancient trees.
Oh, bracken shores, where history is spun,
Of battles fought and victories hard-won,
In verse, this sonnet finds its way,
To Loch Lomond, where Highland spirits play.
Attracted to the phone screen .
The password is required.
No facial scan to unlock only a password could be entered.
Still trying ...
Someone wants to win like a child .
That's sorry.
Such a difficult task with your IQ .
I'm still watching unnoticed.
Just kids with problems that require attention.
Sadly , this place doesn't seem to have room for the male lead like you ?
He still didn't notice me.
Phone has been locked , try again in 30 seconds .
You still fantasize about being the male lead ?
Don't be afraid of heights, I suddenly spoke.
What's wrong ,What are you talking about ;he said surprised.
My stuff, can't I decide?
What ! I'm just going to return it .
What's there to be afraid of ?
Too childish.
In the end ,ordinary people who meet precious unknown people can only acknowledge their own helplessness.
There’s an old canal close by where I live,
and an empty lock made of stones massive,
traipsing around there, the place can amaze
just seeing how the whole of it was made.
There’s no mortar here, between these great stones,
they align perfect, no a gap is shown;
to do this with hand tools and draft oxen,
not just one lock, but again and again…
There are still hollow where great doors did swing,
sealing the lock up to keep water in,
holding it back without concrete of steel,
and no great engines, just pullies and wheels.
The canal itself, so humanely straight,
by spyglass and spring they made it this way,
with but shovel and pick to prove their own worth
they dug a river across the damn Earth!
Two centuries later it still remains,
two hundred years on who would know my name?
Sure, I write poems, but poems are talk,
these men carved themselves in the very rock,
the canal they built now sanctuary
for birds, fishes, turtles swimming lazily,
the towpath they built no a walking trail,
where kids ride their bikes when weather is hale,
seeing what grandfathers built back in time,
what men do with hard work and focus of mind.
Soul Fingerprints
By Mark Stucky
From the midst of multitudes,
elusive, unique fingerprints
identify individuals
as owners of their surface smudges.
Beyond their barely discernable
two-dimensions on smooth surfaces,
memories of casual causal touches,
ethereal fingerprints possess power
to unlock phones storing private secrets
and to solve whodunit murder mysteries.
God’s mysterious, stealthy fingerprints
invisibly mark creation and our lives,
at the core, below the surface.
No ridged whorls outwardly appear,
but those uniquely hidden codes
identify their covert Owner.
Distinguishing fingerprints
requires crime labs no longer.
My fingerprint unlocks my phone.
God’s fingerprint unlocks my heart.
(First published as “Fingerprints” in Agape Review, 6 April 2023. See also my poems "The Invention of Love" and "Gloria in Eggshellsis.")
(Photo by ar130405 on Pixabay.com.)
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