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We faeries were a twitter for our houses were under attack in the crags.
Giant hunters had been capturing them, shoving them into bags.
Heard scared faeries screaming for help as they were carted off sore.
Mushrooms, toadstools, morels and truffles were not safe anymore.
Latest house taken was house of Faerie McFriggle Feister Forlorning.
Frankly we did not know the old bat was gone until six in the morning.
What do they do with our faerie dwellings? We asked each other.
Let us not think about it, cautioned Rip, my honorary faerie brother.
At noon Faerie McFriggle Feister Forlorning returned hot and mad.
They are cannibals! She said. We surrounded her, feeling glad.
Fried up my kitchen in a giant skillet, my living room and bedroom too.
Then they gobbled it all up, those giants, and I am not lying to you!
They ate your HOUSE! We faeries could not believe this story bold.
Some snickered behind her back for she is certainly senile and old.
I saw one cram my entire legacy into his giant ugly gulping mouth!
We committed her to a sanatorium past the meadow to the south.
The goblin king had a mind that worked magic within.
We have also heard rumors of the goblin king’s twin.
The play tricks on you, so keep your head about you.
Goblins are rare here, more likely in yonder blue.
What tricks do they pull? I asked the gossip galore.
She looked quickly around at the house next door.
I cannot say, for I have an eavesdropper there.
I was careful around the goblin king but admit I did stare.
It is almost automatic to stare at people different than you.
I could not help myself, my mind thought of yonder blue
There are a multitude of goblins there, why did this guy leave?
Some guy had a theory, but it was not plausible – his name was Steve.
With sage hoot owl on his shoulder, the Jack-o-Lantern King
Scared off every goblin the haunted house could bring.
He gave them the wind, and the shutters popped and slammed.
The owl gave them an eerie hoot that scared the flimm and flamed.
There had been four squatters living in the King’s haunted manse.
Skeleton, witch. devil and pirate, who had electrified his fans.
They had been making supper when they got scared off down the lane.
The owl and the Jack-o-Lantern king enjoyed their fudgy sugar cane.
What do you think it was? The Pirate asked his comrades as they walked.
I have no idea, the witch said, but did you hear that terrifying squawk?
That popping gave me a headache, the devil said holding onto his crown.
The pirate said I do not know, but let’s not stick around.
Four skeletons and an umbrella she sang with an “oh ho!”
She sang it high and she sang it low.
She sang it wherever we decided to go.
Four skeletons and an umbrella, they are happy and gay.
She sang it loudly almost every October day.
We rolled our eyes, not understanding her way.
Four skeletons and an umbrella, she said.
I will reorganize them daily, until I am dead.
We laughed at her silliness, our cousin Miss Fred.
Four skeletons and an umbrella is what we found in her yard.
The day she slipped away with her friend, an old singing bard.
They went to Spain, which was not my petard.
I am in a petootsie mootsie cutsey mood today.
No one can take this from me in any kind of way.
So watch out, because no matter how mad you are
I am a princess of fun and happiness today, a shining star.
No matter how many spider web wrinkles are on your face,
You cannot put me in any kind of terrible awful place.
No matter how ugly your behavior is, I do not care.
You can toss your angry navy blue cloud up in my air.
You can do what you can, but I cannot feel you today.
You cannot take my petootsie mootsie cutsey attitude away.
I am twirling, and girl-ing, happy, slappy, so do not waste your snappy.
I am glowing today, writing poetry, painting canvases, extremely happy.
Whatever you do, I know is not directed toward me.
You can be as nasty and hateful as you want to be,
I am a happiness queen, my heart is light, I am loving life,
I do not care; I do not even notice your stress or strife.
I am all about my joy today, feeding it in the best of ways.
I will remember this day here on out, ‘til the end of my days.
Do not even try to get me down, for wasting your time you will be.
I am the petootsie mootsie cutesy me today, my own happy little me.
The U.S.A is still "Confederate and Union"! In order for "The United States OF America " to obtain ,and maintain "DEMOCRACY" AND not be "Confederate or Union", like in the 1800's! The Sequester needs "To Be" "PhiliBusted" and "The Philibuster needs to be Sequestered"!This poem gives a "Rhyming Message"! The philibuster needs to be sequestered! The sequester needs to be philibustered! DEMOCRACY ITSELF NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED FROM COMMIUISM,HATE AND RACISM,THAT THE CONFEDERATES USE TO "DIVIDE THE AMERICAN PEOPLE WHO ARE RED,YELLOW,BROWN,BLACK,AND WHITE! RACISM IS "WRONG" AND CAN NEVER BE "RIGHT"! RACISM IS A "MENTAL ILLINESS FOR REAL"! IT IS NOT OF "THE LIVING GOD !" HATRED IS OF THE DEVIL HIMSELF"! This message is to help "Democracy to maintain "ITSELF" ,AND ALWAYS BE PROTECTED FROM " THE PHILIBUSTER,AND THE SEQUESTER! HERE IT IS; SEQUEST THE PHILIBUSTER. PHILIBUST THE SEQUESTER;AND THAT IS A GOOD MESSAGE! DEMOCRACY MIGHT REMAIN "PROTECTED" AS WE PHILIBUST ANY SEQUESTER OR SEQUESTER ANY PHILIBUSTER! COMMIUISM IS A DEAD DEAL! THE CONFERDERATE ARMIES,AND UNIONS ARE DEAD! DEMOCRACY IS STILL ALIVE AND THE CONFEDERATE ARMY MUST DIE BECAUSE IT SUPPORTED SLAVERY AND IT MUST DIE! THAT IS WHY DEMOCRACY IS STILL ALIVE! RACISM IS A CRIMINALLY LEARNED OR TAUGHT "MENTAL ILLNESS"! IT SHOULD BE ELIMINATED FROM CONGRESS AND THE SENATE!
"Count your many blessings,
Name them one by one
Count your many blessings
See what the Lord has done."+++
Count your many blessings
You have freely received from
The Lord your God. In order
For you to become a blessings
To others and love to pass
Them on.+++
Oh how you need to be thankful,
Oh how you need to feel blessed.
Oh how you need to feel wanted
Oh how you need to feel loved. +++
And this much is holy. And this
Much is true. You can feel all
Of this good blessings, because
Jesus Christ does indeed love you. +++
Whenever you are feeling neglected?
Whenever you are feeling all alone
And feeling blue? You need to
Remember Jesus Christ loves
You too!+++
You really need To remember
just how much Jesus Christ
Honestly does love you
Jesus Christ first loved you!+++
Whenever you are feeling rejected?
Whenever you are feeling you are
Being abused? Whenever you
are feeling unlovable and ugly?+++
You can turn your life around.
You can turn your frown upside
Down by turning it into a smile.+++
Jesus Christ will grant meaning
Into your life right this very
Moment of your life. Right now!+++
Whenever you feel full of hatred,
Anger and resentment boiling up
In you from deep inside your
Wounded and broken heart.+++
Jesus Christ can chase all of
Your harmful feelings away.
He alone can turn your night
Time into day.
For He alone can cast all of
Your sins into the deepest
Sea never to be remembered
By your Redeemer and Lord!+++
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
February 03, 2021
What is her name? Asked Mad Hatter of the Palace.
I think it’s Dorothy. “No, it isn’t, it’s Alice.”
Her frock is quite fetching in that lovely sky blue.
She stands up straight and her pearly teeth are nice too.
Why does she stop and look under bushes and such?
The white rabbit is leading her, right to his hutch.
He is diabolical and magical and has a weird way.
Well, then, we have to try and save her said the timeclock that day.
So, the weirdos and fellows and elves and pedal pusher league
Chased after Alice with the Chesire Cat in the lead.
Alice ignored them, having her own keen mind.
Grateful though, she thanked them for being kind.
The sewing gnome was always home
sewing quilts for his friends and such
Someone said he had written a poem
It’s no big deal, he said, not much.
I wanted to read it and cajoled him.
He thought it was frivolous and sad.
I read it aloud to my husband Jim.
For a gnome, he said, it isn’t bad.
The sewing gnome was having fun on his machine
I dislike the colors, said my Auntie who is glum.
Don’t tell him that, it sounds kind of mean.
Okay, she said, but he doesn’t have to make me one.
He laughed when I told him we liked his poem.
I didn’t enjoy it, he admitted, it was a bet.
When we got home my husband called ….
told him he should post it on the internet.
The sewing gnome thought this was funny.
I’m too busy, I’ve decided to raise bees and stuff.
Like what? A skunk, a deer, a wasp and a bunny.
and today I am fixing my uncle’s favorite coat cuff.
The goo from eating a chocolate or two.
Pizza spread with cheese and bread.
A popsicle colored red and blue.
Mixed with dirt and wiped down the sides of my pants.
Without another glance.
Momma said," don't wipe your hands on your clothes.
Wash them off in the sink.
Otherwise, your clothes will stink!"
Took off my pants.
Washed them with soap.
Left them in the sink.
"Oh no you don't!" Momma said.
"Wash your hands, not your pants!"
You could have been clearer.
So, I washed my hands.
Pulled my pants out of the sink.
Put my pants back on.
Went out to play.
My friends and I are making mud pies today!