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Thanks for something
Thanks for something.
Thanks for nothing.
Thanks for all those words you said.
Go to bed, you’ve said enough.
You’re all out of luck and I’ve got nothing to say.
Go away! Have a nice day.
Peace be unto me.
Use the force in May, to make them change their mind, maybe.
Little time left for you; time to be crazy.
I’m not listening, no more a slave to ladies.
Use a noun, not a name, hello Baby.
Left all sad at the end of a phone.
Cut the line to the lies…leave me the Hell alone!
I know you better and more than you would like me to believe,
But babe please, don’t be a tease,
Waving your love at me.
If it ain’t real then it ain’t no-thing.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
I head an interesting thought
on the state of the world today,
about the wokeness, the PC,
and why we’re degrading this way,
That tied it to something that we
often celebrate quite a lot,
that would be maternal instinct,
the kind that most women have got,
that’s why we’re seeing such softness,
such growing degeneracy,
is that they’re placing this instinct
on the whole of society.
Now we all know that this instinct
has an important role to play,
who of us would still be alive
if women were not made this way?
Babies need lots of nurturing,
they always need to be kept safe,
and women with good instincts were
the ones who saw themselves replaced,
the ones whose descendants live on,
and would should be thankful for that,
so it seems strange, at first, to say
that such an instinct can be bad.
But then bring in feminism,
as we’re seen the last face decades,
telling women to go to work,
it’s more important to get paid.
And we’ve seen women do just that,
that is where the problem took off,
since women choosing to take jobs
doesn’t mean the instincts are lost.
You can’t ignore evolution,
and the nurture meant for a babe
gets displaced onto society,
we’ve seen this so much in our age.
Look at all of this woke nonsense,
blind cheerleading of ‘the oppressed.’
feminine instinct to protect
what they perceive as the smallest.
And if that virtue signaling
brings women a nice, moral buzz,
that’s like those ‘super-mother’ types,
who gain status from their ‘extra love.’
Look at the damn HR culture,
With its tone policing run rife,
like mothers lecturing young kids
not to say words that ‘aren’t nice.’
look at the cancel culture plague,
seems remarkably like grounding,
say something that mother won’t like,
you’re punished, they take all your things.
Look at the nonsense called ‘hate speech,’
the punishing of points-of-view…
the female urge to spare feelings,
and place emotion above truth.
Look at the cursed ‘nanny state,’
the safety obsession we see,
how much comes from the displaced urge
to protect a helpless baby?
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
when I was in my thirties, after two or three lean years
my husband got a job which would help our cash flow fears
we paid off all our bills and we even bought a car
we'd go exploring every weekend, and drive to places near and far.
we loved going to the seaside, just to walk along the shore
I thought those times were so idyllic, you couldn't ask for more
life's troubles would just melt away, on those long hot summer days
I wish I could re-live those times, and those weekend getaways.
I booked some driving lessons and I tried to learn to drive
the stress, it just got too much, I didn't think I'd survive
my nerves were shot to pieces and my confidence took a hike
I think I'll stick to two wheels, so I bought myself a bike.
one place where I was employed, I'd been there several years
gave us news one fateful day, that reduced me down to tears
we're making all of you redundant, your jobs will have to go
I couldn't look towards the future, I just didn't want to know.
my husband said "don't worry babe, you'll find a job one day"
we'll manage fine until the time, a new chance comes your way
well, lady luck smiled down on us, and stopped me feeling sad
and the job I finally found, was the best job I'd ever had.
A special star traveled across the sky,
as three wise men followed it from the east.
And its pathway led them to Bethlehem,
to a stable, housing, both man and beast.
In a manger, they beheld the Christ Child,
and told Mary and Joseph who they were.
They paid the babe homage, offering gifts
of fine gold, fragrant frankincense, and myrrh.
Unlike any child they had ever seen,
this one was the King they had come to see.
And shepherds left their flocks to go to Him,
for the Son Of God filled their hearts with glee.
We celebrate His birth on Christmas day,
for Christ was born, to take our sins away.
(Sonnet)
12/8/2017
I beg of guilt to riddance my sin,
sincerity mixed pleasure of call deep within.
My mind of haze to idea once preformed,
mascot contribution to my theatrics well formed.
Beauty and a beast to a sickening desire,
my body fuelled with pain from my minds deep transpire.
Berate of my complexion, fabrication and hope,
sacrifice my solitude with hopes of being cleansed deeper than soap.
Cremation from the burning of wait does bring forth,
my stature destined to the mirror now morph.
Soul, hand of pasture ,and faith in the god once named,
all placed in pieces of a figure left to blame.
Waiting on a miracle to work to good deed,
hoof of purest lamb now sentenced to breed.
Thorn and thistle cursed to beauty of rose,
man’s fortune to women with a price of propose.
System segregation from the people born truth,
turn to natures sin in purpose of youth.
Belief met bravery in hand of defeat,
rush to the opening of a church in large fleet.
Memory reconcile with death fortune placed,
sanction granted to power in need of erase.
Intelligence fought sympathy in the war of troubled mind,
am I useless without leadership if my demise meet unkind?
Body built to the soil cursed by I man,
colonies trapped in brutality of gods plan.
Beggar, theif, and humanity at hand,
Are criminals to be punished if future lie in the sand?
Is truth upon belief of a system unpredicted,
the structure a temple yet torture left unrestricted.
Mind place of memory to the mistreatings underway,
if I hold power to speak why should boundaries get a say?
Free speech is a right in the rule book of law,
however issue runs deep with dictatorship to core.
Does a cry of babe not rustle in your mind?
A predator to be freed yet a crook to be fined.
A god of justice is spoken in scripture,
but thy neighbour is thought on suspicion, never close to a sister. Harmony sung in words comprise,
dealings from the devil while society treat to infantilise.
If a body is a right to the owners spoken truth,
why should societal exception meet way to the youth?
For a pasture, a priest, or a saint of country name,
would allow such action to ignight as if flame.
Then action should compromise the wrongdoing upon mass,
the power of performative government is as fragile as glass.
Tears from heaven fall as rain
Softly against white window pane
From the angels who watch in vain
As some of us live so insane
Did you miss your calling
Kiss of love keep you falling
In a tug of war with your soul
Are you aware or do you know
Someone lost their life today
A man woman kid or babe
While some of us simply fade
Living our life with little faith
Yet there’s one in the crowd
Who lifts up angels hearts right now
You hear their heart hopes and prayers
Living as though you know and care
For the raindrops are not in vain
Softly falling as soul saving rain
Be the flower of the golden light
With the blessings and courage to live life right
high on life
the tippy top
a star
aglow
Dayspring
of everything
a candle
lit
timeless
and
perpetual
the earth
received
HIS
great worth
placed
in
a mother’s embrace
a babe
how dare
we
lick our fingers
and
extinguish
eyes so bright
as if
we alone
could
create a star
of
our own
^
V
small
ones we are
0 seen 0
from heaven’s gate
0 angels 0
preview our nods and knees
0 do we 0
follow through
as the years go by
0 do we 0
steeple or fold our hands
0 and 0
ponder our destiny
star light
drips
from the candle
on high
do we catch
the flame
I sat in restless chairs
I breathed stilted air
what feeling compares
with feeling squandered?
I’m not sadfishing,
I was bored in a 5-star hotel.
I’d swum the Atlantic - in the underground pool
and I felt like I was marinating in boredom.
It was as if the loudest thing in our suite was
the sound of my eyelashes flapping up and down.
I wasn’t in solitary confinement,
Lisa was there too - and just-as bored.
She didn’t complain, 'cause she’s ‘New Yorker’ stoic.
So I started complaining for her - for the team.
We’d filtered every boutique,
sampled every eclectic café,
there’s just nothing to do in Geneva.
It is an implacable reality.
Peter (my bf) was at work all day and we were on vacation.
It’s different when he’s around.
He walks into the room, and I feel like
a phone that’s been placed on its charger
- the world lights up and I get - charged.
“We should make a list,” I'd announced, “‘the pros and cons of boredom.”
“No,” Lisa said, “Let’s name fun things.”
“Fruity Pebbles popcorn,” I started.
“Girl panda makeup” Lisa offered,
“Foot massages and bubblegum”
“Cotton candy and sunflowers”
“Holidays and sparkly things!”
- we went on and on and on and -
“kittens” I updogged dreamily, then I switched subjects completely.
“We need to go to Paris.” I announced, with a tone of relief.
“Oh yeah?” Lisa asked, with a little side head-bob.
“Actionable intel,” I whispered, “Grandmère wants to see me.”
Lisa gasped, adding, “You’re in TROUBLE,” drawing the last syllable out slowly.
“That would be a first,” I laughed.
“Kisses!” She exclaimed, resuming the game.
I remembered the first time I thought of kissing Peter. The thought was a flash, an emotional Rorschach test and I smiled. It was like a movie kiss, an abstract heaven - not the breathy, erotic kisses of real life.
“Where’d you go?” Lisa asked, grinning.
Some emotions are too thick for words.
.
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Songs for this:
Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan
Disco Boots by Gavin Turek
The Season is Upon Us
By Franklin Price
12/13/2015
The season is upon us
It's time for Christmas cheer
A babe born in a manger
Is the one who brought us here
A star shone brightly overhead
Wise men and shepherds came
The angels sang about him
Christ Jesus was his name
Three kings came there with presents
For the son of God was born
In a lowly stable warmed with cows
On that first of Christmas morns
He was sent by God to die for us
On a cross upon a hill
And if we believe he paved the road
Our way to heaven paid the bill
To have faith or not the choice is ours
We only must believe
And live our lives as he lived his
And never practice to deceive
Treat others as we would ourselves
Each and every day forgive
Believe that Christmas happened
And when you die in heaven live
May be other ways to get there
For me believing is the best
The choice is yours as it was mine
Just believe and pass the test
Life has many ups and downs
Personally more ups than downs
A happy long life with many more years
A bunch more smiles than frowns
Surely one of the fortunate ones
The genes were a very huge factor
Ten kids and us at a baseball game
In the bleachers, we had our own sector
Nine were girls and then li'l ole me
The talk of our little old burg
The Ellison's have finally produced a boy
Biggest news our town had heard
Dancing in the streets, parties all night
A celebrity at a tender young age
Predicted to be spoiled with all those girls
To fawn over this sweet wee babe
Turned out sweet, a stunning specimen
Can still bring it to everyone
It's getting tougher and tougher, though
That's about it and I'm done!
Well that's my life in a nutshell, my friends
Unique I guess you could say
In this day and age of smaller families
Our story is rare nowaday