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For over 30 years he has spoken to
us about the goodness of God
and for over 30 years he has given us
the meditations of his heart
with the words out of his mouth he presented to us
the devil and the dove
he even made us aware of
the kiss with no love
he apprised of the gospel according to an ass
and revealed to us what a jack
he instructed us to go back to the basics
by learning the ABCs of Christ in fact
and that a word from our sponsor is to have
a heart of Thanksgiving
just do not quench the spirit in our quest to be free
as we abide by thanksliving
now fit for the fight fortified with faith
knowing all beings with God
and to prepare for perfect storms by keeping
5 smooth stones ready to impart
to have an attitude of gratitude
even when God messes up our plans
now able to worship like wise men
once we've handed God our hands
to be last at the cross first at the tomb
as we chillax and wait on the Lord
for we have way too much in common as Palm Sunday people
living under the influence now in accord
and because we are our brother's keeper
which has happified our lives
we are living our dreams giving ourselves high fives
for in the spirit we now thrive
for over 30 years this man of God
has preached about Jesus
and for over 30 years Dr. Arlee Arkofa
has continuously poured into us
and because the words out of his mouth
and the meditations of his heart
Has benefited us the most
let us all stand in celebration of him
our Christmas gift from our heavenly host
Seven things to grab in a hurry
My house going up in a blazing fury...
First things first,
my favourite courier bag,
then with my custom leather boots safely inside,
I surmise as quickly as ABC,
well JKLM:
I'd grab my Grandma June's
rosary,
Grandma Kathleen's
silk scarf,
Poppa Leo's
beer stein (with poppa inside),
My mother's
diary...
well maybe not
Magic Casements
my dad's high school poetry book.
Next...
One last look. My...
Pearls!
If I'm homeless,
I want to at least look good.
02.18.19
Seven Things You Would Save If Your House Was On Fire Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
A is for abundance and access for all.
B is for becoming your best being on this ball.
C is for caring and catalyst for change.
D is for a direction that drives us to arrange.
E is for Earthlings and ending environmental destruction.
F is for figuring out how to function.
G is for generosity and gaining from giving.
H is for hey, we can have hell or have heaven.
I is for imagination, ingenuity, and ideas.
J is for a journey at this juncture to free us.
K is for kindling a kindness between.
L is for living and love that redeems.
M is for making the most of mankind.
N is for not nixing new knowledge we find.
O is for open mindedness and our obligation to others.
P is for paring down petty, pointless pothers.
Q is for questioning, and quantification of query.
R is for realizing the ramifications of reality.
S is for science, skepticism, and systems.
T is for thinking toward bridging the difference.
U is for uprising, unification, and understanding.
V is for ventures, and values upstanding.
W is for wonder, and working for the wisdom we'll win.
X is for extensionality, which is exciting to examine.
Y is for why not create a positive future for everyone?
Z is for emergent zeitgeist, and zero servitude for anyone
Image of Coyote Animal Snow by Pixabay
Coyote Corner
Coyotes are wolves near cognate brothers,
closer to jackals who are bred o'er seas,
plus, noted slang for smugglers of mothers
and tots who lacked to grasp the ABCs.
Found hereabouts the USA, merely
south of the border some ways then back up
northbound throughout Canada. Stars queerly
dusk also dawn ... wreak howls, dull stares faceup.
Coyotes balance the way that they hunt;
when they are alone, they pounce on small prey,
nevertheless, whenever they confront
larger beast's, pack forms and perfects the slay.
When faced by coyotes, thrash your body,
yell, throw objects or be a wolf and *pee.
*Though blood brothers, wolves are also a coyote's nemesis and they are quite savvy of "marking one's territory".
2021 June 1
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND SONNET
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 July 30
“Do you know your ABCs?”
Little kiddies are often asked
Confidently they start singing
A smile you try to mask
“A, B, R, followed by X”
They gayly recite the rhyme
You let it be for another day
For another place and time
Sweet, precious little moments
Sometimes get lost in space
They ask “How high's the sky?”
With a chocolate covered face
My favourite is, “When I was born,
Was I brought by a great big bird?”
“No, you came from Mummy's tummy
We thought for sure you'd heard”
The innocence of the little ones
Their wondrous look at the world
They see things oh so simply
As the mysteries begin to unfurl
Oh for those days of childhood
When life was a brand new toy
Our daughter actually asked us once
“Will I grow up to be a boy?”
After
Breaking
Crying and
Drowning;
After feeling:
Empty
Forgotten
Guilty
Hated
Insecure
Judged;
After being:
Kept out
Labeled and lied to
Mistaken
Negative
Offended
Picked on
Quiet
Rejected
Stressed
Torn
Unaccepted
Valueless
Worried
X’d out
Yelled at
Zoned out
You still ask, “How are you?”
and I still say, “I’m fine.”
while I am thinking about, feeling, reliving all of these things.
After bawling every night
and trying to talk to someone,
You still don’t see me crying on the inside even though I have a smile plastered on my face.
I am human.
I am a girl.
I am just like you.
So why do you have to divide us?
Why do you care what I wear or what I say?
Will it effect you in any way?
Only if you let it.
So I am not ok.
I am and always will be,
alone
broken
cheated
dead
empty
I am the ABC’s
- written 12/10/17
“Do you know your ABCs?”
Little kiddies are often asked
Confidently they start singing
A smile you try to mask
“A, B, R, and sometimes X”
They gayly recite the rhyme
You let it be for another day
For another place and time
Sweet, precious little moments
Sometimes get lost in space
They ask “How high's the sky?”
With a chocolate covered face
My favourite is, “When I was born,
Was I brought by a great big bird?”
“No, you came from Mummy's tummy
We thought for sure you'd heard”
The innocence of the little ones
Their wondrous look at the world
They see things oh so simply
As the mysteries begin to unfurl
Oh for those days of childhood
When life was a brand new toy
Our daughter actually asked us once
“Will I grow up to be a boy?”
I am not a stranger to the dark.
Yes, Im strong to bear the light,
Even if the darkest of nights bark...
The best in me will keep up the fight.
I am with you, dear friendly black--
The land of frustrated loyalists;
Where tyrants rule without attack,
From the few vibrant populists.
If eve was the mother of human species,
Africa was the father of all nation,
Where we started the learning of ABCs
Before others come to its adaptation.
Africa was the mother of Eve,
A land of golds and diamonds!
Reason colonists don't wanna leave,
Rather become civilization's legends.
Real definition of friendship,
Which cannot be found anywhere else,
Started in my gracious township
In which we never have others suppress.
Black! thou have done yourself proud.
What a perfect anti racist!
Thou are so endowed-
A drummer boy perfected a bassist.
Where else does humanity and woman hood begin?
Is there any mother who dares abandoned her baby?
Even under the influence of pure gin,
May be if suffering from the touch of raby...
Black room, dark souls.
Fearless heart, triumphant mind.
Broken wings, flying wholes...
Savaged humans, free blind*
The broad street, daylight illuminate.
The narrow express, moon crystallize.
Populace satellite, leaders indeterminate planet.
Sorrowful joy, all in all I idolize!
Before I could walk or say my ABCs
My little heart was protected and you had the keys
It's kind of funny but I didn't know at the time
Looking back I see how you filled my spirit and brought me peace of mind
When Miss Insomnia would to keep me up and busy all night
Now, I see that it was your loving hands that held me so tight
When I was lost in the concrete jungle just trying to find my way
There you were all the time, softly saying, "I'm here; it's okay."
At last! After all these years, I'm so grateful for your mercy and grace
Sweet Serendipity with timing so perfect as we commune in this sacred place
From the very beginning, you chose me
Unknowingly, I chose you too; now my soul dwells with thee
A — Arrival filled with hope beneath Doha’s glowing skyline
B — Balancing dreams and duties far from home
C — Cultures converging in every street and souq
D — Desert sunsets that calm the tired heart
E — Earning not just a living, but a future
F — Friendships formed beyond borders and flags
G — Gratitude for safety, order, and opportunity
H — Hard work honored through discipline and respect
I — Identity preserved while embracing diversity
J — Journeys taken daily between work and purpose
K — Kindness found in small, quiet gestures
L — Lessons learned from patience and perseverance
M — Memories made in a land once unfamiliar
N — Nights of longing eased by shared stories
O — Opportunities that reward courage and sacrifice
P — Pride in providing for loved ones afar
Q — Qatar, a crossroads of dreams and realities
R — Resilience shaped by distance and devotion
S — Stability that allows families to hope
T — Traditions respected, differences embraced
U — Understanding growth through daily encounters
V — Values strengthened by responsibility
W — Work that gives meaning to every sacrifice
X — X-marks the place where struggles turn into growth
Y — Years that transform strangers into a second home