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Moist — the stone beneath my hand,
Unyielding -- cold, unmoved—
It bites my fingers -- bites my mind --
Yet -- roots me to the truth --
Hard—the wind against my chest,
It shoves and twists My -- breath --
Till lungs -- Beneath -- and Break --
And heart beats -- hammer death --
Deep—the river of the night --
It drags my soul -- Below --
Where light -- dissolves in endless dark --
And whispers what I -- know --
Deep — the silence Nought but Screams --
It presses -- on my skull --
Till every thought is drowned --- in hope --
When it never seems -- enough --
Hard and deep -- it's never gone --
The world’s sharp weight -- I keep --
But It fractures -- deep --
lnto the bones --
I find a Pulse— quite Deep -- inside my Brain --
God's Love is the answer; whenever people
are searching for exactly the right word's
to say.
God's Love is the answer; whenever people
are searching for the right time of day.
God's Love is the answer; whenever people
need to have a blessed day.
God's Love is the answer; whenever people
need to love one another as God first loved
us.
God's Love is the answer; whenever people
humbling themselves before our blessed
Lord and pray for peace on earth goodwill
Towards all men and all women.
God' Love is the answer; whenever people
need to faithfully study their Bibles every
single day.
God's Love is the answer: whenever people
are giving our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ,
The Golden Keys unlocking their heart's
door!
God's Love is the answer: whenever people
pray for peace instead of war. And we solemnly
pray it is not too late. Yes, by His merciful grace,
we hope it will be not come too late!
God's Love is the answer; in this time of political
correctness. We need not let it to define us and
to lead us to and guide us.
God's Love is the answer: in this present time of
COVID-19. We not to let it to defeat us, or destroy
us, or to become victorious over us!
God's Love is the answer; and we need to allow His
Holy Spirit: to lead us and to guide us and to really
live right inside of: our hearts, our minds, our bodies,
our spirits and our souls!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 16, 2021
Woke up in my bed with blood on my lips.
It was salty and gamey, and I craved more.
The man next to me had weird eyes.
They were staring at the ceiling;
I did not realize it was because he had died.
I was not tempted to taste him; vampires need fresh.
I hopped out of bed and looked out into the alley.
There was a girl there smoking; I hate nicotine.
Ugly habit; non-tasty. I liked fresh and untainted.
A small child would be welcome, but they are in bed.
Something small enters the alley; a cat.
I shake my head, disappointed.
Go back to sleep someone said.
It was the inn keeper, she had entered the room.
Your wailing is worrying the other tenants.
I crooked my finger, luring her to my tasting bed.
The raccoon was brazen
Bold, devilishly handsome
I fell in love quickly
I know. Raccoons are no good for opossums
But the heart wants who the heart wants.
We met on a warm day
in the throes of summer
He was eating cat food when I arrived
to the consternation of a gray tabby
who was sitting on a prissy
large-flowered puffy porch chair.
“spoiled princess”, the gentleman said
with his large bandit eyes.
“brat probably” I replied, demurely, flicking my pink tail.
He stopped eating and looked at me for second.
Wandered off porch, giving me the rest of the food.
Lights began flickering on and off.
I thought it was lightning at first
Then a large WallyGeemer tromped out.
He was in his underwear.
I flipped to my side, pretending dead.
“EDNA!” the WallyGeemer screamed.
I had heard this voice before.
It is a voice of fear.
He went back inside and slammed the door.
I was halfway back to the marsh when the
generous Raccoon stepped into my path.
“Would you um like to um…”
“Of course,” I said.
And we did.
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Beneath the cracked asphalt, silent roots weave stories in braille~
The maple tree taps Morse Code to the oak’s hollow chamber:
It’s midnight again. The starlings are nesting in my crown.
Look! The young boy carves his initials—the third time this summer.
The Loblolly Pines trade pollen like rumors on dry winds,
counting the passing decades in resin tears.
Douglas Fir shares the ladybug’s reticent gossip~
how the new highway will sever all of the mycelium’s threads.
One Cedar Elm tree remembers hearing axes. Her rings tighten.
Ancient Red Oak holds centuries of rain, drought, and fire.
At dawn, she hums to the young sapling her old, wise tune:
Bend. Grow. Drink the dew. Swallow the light.
Brush off today for no real reason or rhyme
and return to one special point in time.
Reliving my senior year, life at its prime,
Planning for college, an auspicious climb;
The focus had changed from my family to peers.
Now recalling classmates, not seen in years
awakens my heart and brings a few tears.
Knowledge "gained", we were Pilgrim pioneers.
While true wisdom was often underplayed,
ev'ry new conquest was a check mark made
to ready us for adulthood's upgrade.
Ready to conquer the world, or so we thought.
from seventeen to seventy; I've been overwrought
but still learning to learn; life was not for naught.
Return to the present for real reason and rhyme
evaluate today as a special point in time.
Appreciate each moment, collect thoughts sublime.
In fifty more years, in our memories may they chime.
May 26, 2019
The first twelve hundred people who run out at nine
Will be taken to the spaceship number Line.
Coated down with resilient plastic corn zein,
So I invited my adventurous cousin Clementine.
She needed to come, for she did not have a dime.
Some prissy stuck-up bard had said she can’t rhyme.
We brought along a warm puppy, and cute wind chime.
Puppy ran amok, filling the spaceship with grime.
Foreman brought six men from a failed coal mine.
They adopted that puppy who loved them in record time.
Featured on the news as a giant creepy vine,
But we had no cares at all, as we sat down to dine.
One of the Santa Claus poser dudes turned to Clementine
Offered her marriage, in about six second’s time.
I said, “Something must be wrong with him” to her in a mime.
She could not stop laughing, we both had a great time!
The love is to live,
Life is to be years.
Heart only can drive,
In love to fear.
To love is to enjoy,
To enjoy the present,
Doesn't mean a toy.
Love is pleasant.
Love is a beast,
Which can't be overcome!
But it can one day cease.
Because love is not dumb.
Love is a word,
Which can't be understood!
And it can or can't be preferred,
Love is a burning wood.
Love doesn't be calm,
Calm to be quiet.
And it is very warm,
All reasons are right.
Love is a feeling,
Feeling to be tender.
It is a type of healing,
And nothing else is as splendour.
Love is everything,
Just like the money.
But love is nothing,
Just like the harmony.
In the realm of joy, where happiness thrives,
A symphony of laughter, our souls derive.
In sun-kissed meadows, where wildflowers dance,
Our spirits alight, in blissful romance.
Like glistening dewdrops on petals so fair,
Joy whispers sweet melodies into the air.
It paints vibrant rainbows across the sky,
A kaleidoscope of colors, soaring high.
In gentle whispers, it tickles our hearts,
A balm for the weary, a fresh new start.
It sparkles in eyes, contagious and bright,
A radiant beacon, guiding through the night.
Joy weaves its magic, with love as its thread,
Unfurling warmth, like a tapestry spread.
It dances with abandon, in every soul's core,
Kindling hope, filling hearts to the core.
It blossoms in moments, both big and small,
A child's laughter, a warm summer's squall.
In the embrace of loved ones, cherished and near,
Joy blossoms within, casting away fear.
So let us embrace joy, in its radiant embrace,
With open hearts, let it find its rightful place.
For happiness and joy, like eternal twin,
Illuminate our lives, from within.
Life As A Highway Robber
Escape from captivity pulled off
when I came of age
boyhood begrudged,
and bested by brigandage,
but willpower sans declaration
of independence begot bravery
against British brutes
bridging caper (involving collusion)
to bust loose from cage,
and trappings forcibly to plunder artworks
and sculpted treasures
by classical masters
without causing damage
taught by professional thieves
requiring minimal equipage
whereat over time footage
sordid memory constantly replayed
plunder and pillage unwittingly
fostering getaway
from hell raising gambits
planting seed to gauge
optimal instance
to feign criminal shenanigans
running rampant with militant spunky gangs
"FAKING" das spies zing
trumpeting hostage killing
and taking, nonetheless
swallowing bitter pill
reeking havoc as honorable image
in order to survive
within world wide
web of criminals (especially
an unwelcome foreigner),
where skills as buccaneer
really put to test, and tried
maximum lawlessness partaken
in (dolled up) guise suppressing shied
pitifull looking indigent vagabond
self away by donning
"FAKE" whippersnapper
benefiting getting to sally and ride
always exuding patriotic pride
pleasing ghosts of founding fathers
against their autonomy from
crown weathering woe be chide
recrimination impossible
to enforce as bride
of Lady Liberty opened arms for those,
who made dangerous journey
across avast ocean
only to confront (whodunit) thuggery
this lifestyle raping, looting,
and burning WITHOUT choice,
but guilt aye didst abide.
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Retrospective many generations since
marking birth of a nation
(The United States of America),
now mecca, sans land of milk and honey
current president imposed antithetical ration!