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She has never seen such a wildness
She laughs so loudly that people are looking
She had never laughed this loudly before
Her relatives began shushing her
But she is eighty-six years young
And this silliness tickled her funny bone
She cannot stop laughing at the craziness
Her husband is dead, so he can no longer silence her
She settles down after awhile but the feeling is still there
The joyful, happy feeling she has not had for a long time
She is not a hundred percent understanding the feeling
Words do not come as easily now with the Alzheimers
She stares into the abyss of the moment
Not speaking at all but there is a tinge of hope now
A tiny sliver of optimism that maybe she is not in a coma
Her relatives begin to kiss her
They are making their way out of her life
As she has made her way out of theirs
Not on purpose but due to aging
And a disease that is holding her hostage right now
She stares into the mist watching the angels dance
They are doing acrobatics.
One sticks out his tongue.
She begins to laugh, more loudly and exuberantly.
You ever had the time to explore your ideas to the deepest depth of your mind.
To follow the reasoning you have created to the end of the line
Have you had the time to realize the implications a child's story written in good ryme
Could have on the next generations for as long as that story resides on the tongues of those who will share it
I am curious if it ever hits us in are busy life's
Busy chasing things we used to never need
And forming opinions that are never right
Because the truth must grow but that can't happen with a poison sees
The time they take from us forcing us to live up to the ideals
That they have reinforced about expectations
And how this governs whose worthy of what
From the smallest material thing to the biggest spiritual need which is love
So next time you have a second if the realization finds you
And you wish yo share the secret the world has a way of binding you
Because the truth must grow so instead of speaking what you heard to people who won't hear
Find someone who lives by it and has been denied all but exciaistance and fear
Do not shake your head at him your silent thoughts we hear
Always be positive because spoken words are not the only words that heal
It's always better if you speak in kind
So here to you silent one for finding a way to shine
Light on someone when you could of easily walked on by
I just want you to know its appreciated it
And that it's not unnoticed
Your the kind that makes a difference
The kind who has a purpose
And still you take the time to remind a poetic
Mind that has clearly left his prime that even he is not worthless
Her name was Janet.
My wife and I were friends of her sister.
I met her as she lay dying, with never a word.
Her eyes were closed. She was all but gone.
His name was Jack.
I heard that he and his wife Joyce
Were going through a divorce.
I felt the need to do something.
Over the years, I had written
Articles, reports, and sermons,
But I found myself writing a poem
For the very first time. That poem
was written especially for Jack in
Hopes of saving his marriage. It
Did not. In retropect, I can't believe
That I was so naive. I'm not sure of
The present whereabouts of that poem,
but my best recall says that it was titled,
'Stranded Up a Tree'.
As I sat at Janet's bedside, I felt words
Flowing into my spirit from inside of her.
It was strange to me. But I went with the
Flow. My second poem was written in
'First person' words from Janet to her family.
Janet was saying goodbye to her dear family.
When I see the flowing fields of wheat and the clouds just above
It is the Lord's Name I will repeat in the seeing of His great love
Every bird in the sky, all the unique creatures living in His sea
All I can do is sit back and sigh, all created by the Lord's decree
Darwin was a complete idiot in the matters of just such a belief
But it's too late for him to admit that his evolution is comic relief
What good is it to gain all but in return you end up losing your soul
This was Darwin's great fall for even with it all he can't pay the toll
And that other nut Madalyn O'Hare she ended up winning her case
Facing a God who is so just and fair, the One she tried to disgrace
The elephant , beaver and rabbit all know what is clear for all to see
So even if you refuse to admit you won't find that quality within me
Look how each creature is provided for as scientist stumble to name
Of Your Holy Name I am sure and thus shiver in seeing such shame
Lord remove the scales from their eyes as you have blessed me so
Oh Lord please help them to realize the One true thing that I know
Founded in 2Peter:3
4 minutes never spent so wisely!
If I should reach out, will you take my hand,
and hold me ‘til I reach that promised land?
Will you stay with me after tears have dried,
and close these lids the moment I have died?
Might you remain for just a moment more,
shall I but falter, tumbling to earth’s floor?
While curled up gently sobbing on this floor,
my friend, will you still stroke my weary hand,
meet my eyes’ gaze, convince me there is more
to living, loving - feet upon this land?
My soul embraced the darkness when it died
as wells once full had emptied, nearly dried.
Within these walls where fountains had run dry,
my love had left me trembling on the floor
with haunted mem’ries; left alone to die.
Yet as I tried to swathe these bleeding hands,
I hoped and prayed that I might safely land
where love abides, for I believed in more.
Such fortitude I trusted would bring more
to sate a thirst that left lips parched and dry;
for in my dreams, I soared across this land,
not stumbling, falling, ever on the floor.
To Him I cried, and reached with heart and hand,
“Please show me, teach me. Speak, before I die.”
Though heartache lingers, Love has never died,
for long, dark paths contain some light; what’s more,
I now believe He lends a sturdy hand
when hope has gone and springs have all but dried.
He finds us crawling, spent, upon the floor;
provides a map, helps navigate this land.
I must admit, inspired thoughts would land
upon this heart, but frightened, each had died.
My soul kept getting trampled to the floor…
each time I gave, each time they took some more.
No longer will tears drown before they’ve dried;
I reach out swiftly, firmly grasp His hand…
And I will land in strong arms ever more!
Despite death’s grasp, Love’s well will never dry,
And crawling floors oft guides us to His hand.
the cry of the people
I remember the day of glory
as they stand so truthful
with a new political slogan
of change
I remember the faithful afternoon
full of promise of hope
while we chant their political names
with hopes high
I remember how they act like saints
when we all ran to the streets to hail
our new president elect
even the youth walked from Lagos
to abuja
to show support and love to our
hero
is a pity now what we see
the cry of the people
I remember the joy in the heart of
the people as they welcome their
new president elect
I remember you promise a lot
I remember you promise to erase
poverty out of our land
I remember how you boldly took
an oath of power to serve and
protect your nation
I wish your words were real
I wish you realised what you standing
for
I wish our story was changed like
you promised
but now is a pity
the cry of the people
I remember how you were every
where with your sweet word of
improvement
yet we are stagnant
I remember how we trust you
but now we cry in pain
I remember you claimed to be
for all but now some other tribe
is been excluded with intimidation
I remember you stood for peace
yet our life is scattered in pieces
the cry of the people
how could we have a non
existing president
yet we have a President
and when we ask for the presence
of our president
whom was voted in power by
our vote
we get beaten up.
we get killed
we get jail terms
so I remember the times
we trust on this political slogan
of change
we don't need this change
this change of yours mr president is changing us to
poverty depression and inflation
this changed has changed us to
an hungry lion
this change has chased us to
the street to protest for our right
we are tired of your change
Mr President
yes we are tired of hoping even
we need our vote back or no more
election in the country
that is the cry of the people
and the cry of the people
is the
voice of God
Maria has Gone
She has gone
She has left
Maria is no more
She has no use for players
She has no use for Juan or his slayers
Adam is caught
In the sheets of his deception
Eva Maria has left, looking for the alma Santa Maria
Sands erase the love, Maria is all but gone
She searches the beaches
For meringue and peaches
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
Maria your color is beautiful
The way it sways
Maria your tango plays with me
For I must be truthful
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
We dance cheek to cheek
Tossed the cheaters to the sea
The usual suspects drowned
We bailar for the love to be
Ok ok ok
The players are here to stay
Maria though she will not be swayed
She has left, she can not be played
She has left
You will see
Look at the sea shore
She ran free, she is with me
How beautiful are her curves
Beautiful and bonito she swerved
I wanna touch her in the dark
I wanna kiss her right on the heart
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
They shed tears she has gone
They dance in silent seductions
The usual ones, one and the same
Players playing all the same game
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
Now Maria has nerves
That are as smooth as her curves
She knows when the dance is right
The usual suspects will not be in site
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
Besos under the moon
She had me swoon
Maria has left
No need to look anymore
She dances at my front door
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MY LOVE
Tell me so I can hear and remember
Show me so I can see and feel
Hold me so I can smell and touch
Involve me so I can know and understand
Tell me so I can hear and remember
Say or write something pleasing
Show me so I can see and feel
Do little things that means so much
Hold me so I can smell and touch
Draw me in close to you, put your
arms around me with your face close
to mine, seeing me and I seeing you
Involve me so I can know and understand
Include me, count me in and take account
of who I am and my concerns so you do
not assume at all; but understand me.
Let me involve you and count you in too.
Let me take into account who you are
so I do not assume; but understand you.
So we fully know and sense each other.
Sweet Lady Jane (AKA: Marilene Evans)
1/30/22
A love was forever lost as a woman is scorn,
Its the acts of betrayal that has her heart torn.
The victim of heartache and a man filled with deceit.
For all she gave him, her payment was lies and a cheat.
He took her heart and ripped it in two.
Now she has hatred for all, but a few.
She will never be able to trust again,
like she trusted way back then.
Her wall is up, never to be broken,
Love is something she doesn't want spoken.
At one time, the thought of him stole her breath,
Now when she thinks of him, there is only death.
To her, his soul is as dead as his eyes,
Too many acts of treachery and lies.
What goes around, must come again.
He'll be the one hurting then.
I can’t smile without you
I miss the days long ago
We held hands
A soft kiss on the cheek was udder bliss
Nothing in life seemed amiss
Now you have long gone
Six feet under the ground
That day is embedded in stone
You and your suitcase, gonna leave me alone
I bound you tight
Pulling hair from my head
As I chained sawed you dead
Blood in my chalice, I drank
Lustfully I carved you into dinner
Lamb chops in sauce so sweet
Your family loved the meal
If they only knew
They might have stayed thinner
My roses sing every spring
Happily devouring your rotten bones
Leaving me was evil you see
Never the less, tiss I who smiles
I smile at the coffee shop
I smile more as the butcher mops
I am not dark, no not at all
My darkest, I smile for all to see
Cause you have all but gone!
Happy days are here again!!!!!