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Been married three times, - on the lookout for number four
If your hubby meets 'Miss Yo-Yo knickers' it may be outright war
She’s always up for some bedroom action
Like a bee finds a flower its a fatal attraction
Her leather jeans cover her pure white thighs
What lies in between them she never denies
Her purple negligee skims just above her waist
Men are quick to remove it with very great haste
Guys are dazzled by her outstanding beauty
She’s like Beyonce when she shakes her booty
Sadly like a butterfly she flits from man to man
Looking for passion wherever she can
But she can never be trusted to be faithful
If she meets your hubby it could be fatal
So Miss Yo-Yo knickers find someone who isn’t taken
Or his marriage vows may be forsaken
Jan Allison
16th May 2014
I am a Sanctified beautiful ebony woman
created from God made for man
Bountiful beautiful creation
molded from clay just the right way
I'm so honored to be part of the creative gift you say
I am sanctified beautiful ebony woman
For God doesn't make anything imperfect
Men say i'm beautiful and through the message
I must confess this
i am a beautiful nest
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
Bound for Glory For I am Holy and yes i passed God's test
sanctified beautiful brown eyes radiant bronze brown black and skin
with a mouth so open wide you can see the ocean
and in your faith you contemplate doing the natural thing but temptation
with sin nature
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
No fornication nor adultery will complete its mission for I am a woman of God being bronze black or brown having to turn it around for I can wait
Intercourse is good sometimes maybe great
but it's much better in marriage
As God has ordained and planned it
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
So man if you still think you want me
come join me first in a relationship with GOD
He' s my first groom and He only has room
To give me away to a Godly earthy man
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
Whether you're sinner or saved you can come
My bodies not yours until you do what right what God says
I am in it to win it
So I am hoping you're finished
Even Beyonce says " put a ring on it"
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
But I will not let my spirit fall to burn in hell
Just because my body says yes but the spirit says no
My heart says yes but the spirit says no
We may caress maybe even kiss but be careful mister the body's not yours
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
Be careful might trip and if you fall or if I fall it may be a long way down to hell
Quicker path to Hell's not only going to burn the body but your spirits so too
Not I am releasing this I am a witness the body is good this is true but I rather Have to be a sanctified whole woman who spiritually aroused in truth so my play
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
To any man out there today who
who thinks they want to court me come to God First
because I am married to the spiritual man
the Holy One the almighty creator I'm a bride of God
I am a sanctified beautiful ebony woman
Reality is coming.
Don't you hear its wings, a-thrumming?
When prosperity smiled
on the people of the Nile
and there was bread and onions
no Calvins, Luthers, Bunyans
could disrupt the daily toil
to sell them snake oil,
but the workers in crisis
are sure to turn to Isis.
totem poles, Superbowls, Beyonce Knowles
cellphones ring tones Alex Jones
will-they-fire-us, Covid virus, Miley Cyrus
How long can you keep
them walking in their sleep?
In the watches of the night,
don't you sometimes take fright
when you think how it will end,
the day they comprehend?
Rand Paul, Fawn Hall, Rollerball
go-fasters, phony pastors, US Masters
shock jocks, Redsox, Amanda Knox
During the investors' meeting,
don't you hear those wings, a-beating?
We were visiting our granddaughter…it was nearing her 12th birthday
when we asked her what she wanted…but she was hesitant to say.
After a little coaxing on our part we finally got her to say…
what she wanted was a birthday visit from…who else…Beyonce.
As her grandparents we immediately decided that we had to do
everything within our power to make her wish come true.
So we ordered Beyonce and Jay Z masks but all to suddenly became aware
after searching through our closets…we had nothing we could wear.
So off we went to thrift stores where we found a gold shirt for Jay Z
and a red dress that was too long for Deborah but the perfect size for me.
It was here we changed our original plan…I’m sure now you can guess.
Deborah would wear Jay Z’s gold shirt and me…Beyonce’s dress.
We went straight home to try them on and here I must admit
Deborah looked great in her gold shirt…and my dress was a perfect fit.
The morning of her birthday arrived…as it had the year before
Only this year Beyonce and Jay Z were there to greet her at her door.
And she seemed surprised and excited as the two of us held court…
first Deborah gave her a birthday hug…(who knew Jay Z was so short!)
Next it was my turn to dance with Ava although the best dancer I am not.…
But it din’t matter because in that dress…
as Beyonce…
I was looking pretty hot!
We wondered if Ava would be disappointed
that the real Jay Z and Beyonce weren’t standing there…
but if the smile on her face was any indication…
she didn’t seem to care.
For that’s what grandparents were created for…
that is what grandparents do….
Everything within our power
to make every wish come true.
On a night sable, my door hastily thrown
abducted in a rush by one-eyed loonies,
neon- yellow skin reflecting oval heads
whisking me in a shuttle, circling far away.
Taken to a realm where their master reigned,
impish a jabber, worse than 'Nanu, Nanu ,'
stuttering words, a version of 'Yabba daba doo!'
until minions got enticed by my own Beyonce tune.
While I hummed some more, they gathered in peace
their nimble fingers reading my human mind.
But as time was running out for an escape,
everyone heard the despotic lord, groaning aloud
dressed in a chrome-like armor, totally grim
ordering the puppets, his slaves for my deadly fall.
Instead, all minions clobbered this evil one
as the land of orbit grew warm in sunset's kiss,
happy loonies practicing new lyrics, Beyonce's song.
2/26/2016
Minions Contest sponsored by Silent One
The shortened hours of joyful times
When your hands reach, as shadows fall
That comfort me in many ways;
Before the notes of dawn enthrall.
Before stars’ luster fade, then pale
When ardor is a faithful song
And hums on with pure gleam, aflame-
To lift me through where I belong.
Chorus:
Somehow the hint of warmth restores
Our nights so blessed, so blessed in grace
Quieting every tear I hold
Holding my thoughts with your embrace.
Until one last surrendering
On through this moment’s tenderness;
I raise my eyes and start to sing
When love brings true dreams, just for us.
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The Poet’s Ear Contest of Greg Barden
7/26/2017
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Inspired by the Song, ‘At Last’ performed by
Glen Miller Band, lyrics care of Mack Gordon/ Harry Warren
(1941—soul blues genre)
sang by Etta James, Celine Dion, and lately, Beyonce
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxjrfKEU7cA
~ Dedicated to my grandfather who shared
his love for music with me
I'm sitting pretty biding my time
Staying real quiet towing the line,
For President Biden, that lovely old man
Playing the game as only I can.
Why make loud waves, somehow act up,
When everything soon will fall in my lap,
Quiet will do it, with a giggle or two,
Hold my cards close and see this thing through.
Joe barely knows and doesn’t much care
When all he can muster is the 50 yard stare,
Once a great man now just a shell
Hell of a shame he can't hear the bell.
Time is my friend for as every week passes,
The closer I get to those fawning masses,
Cheering me on as I take our great oath
Sealing my path, cementing my growth.
Joe's a mere tool I’ll use till I'm ready,
But it needs to be soon as he's ever less steady,
Have him beat Trump, that foul mouthed buffoon,
Then on to dear Joe who shan't be immune.
The Media will gush, but just for a bit,
While I contentedly wait and quietly sit,
One gaffe way too many, they'll call for his head,
And here am I ready to jump in instead.
Madam President, sure has a ring,
A fine tune Beyonce will conjure and sing,
As to the fact I wasn't elected,
Who cares if it's me that must be selected.
For those that once doubted my
inscrutable skills,
It gives me the goosebumps and even the chills,
I socked it to Hillary and Trumped the great chump,
So call me Kamala, the Queen and a Champ.
Robins seem to enjoy my yard
Awaiting the coolness of dewed mornings
To awaken the wriggling worms
A seasonal offering favored by the feathered ones
Dandelion waiters tend to the color and flavor
Serving up “all natural”, organic, pesticide free offerings
They can vouch for the claim
As they have managed the place for 30 years
A bold red Cardinal sits atop a fence post preaching
A Beyonce’ butted ground hog scurries away
Doves coo from within the safety of the hedges
A house cat stalks them from a windowsill
Buds dance to the music of the wood winds
A sparrow choir sings an opening hymn
As a disinterested hawk rides the updrafts
A chipmunk takes his order to go
"Taken, Possessed"
I’d kiss those scars
Trace them with my warm breath
All the way up both paths
To where King Stamen stands erect and
Star tipped towards my shining jade moons dark lit
Kiss him where a glistening pearl drop
Waits wet and haunted
Ready to be mesmerised
Sibilant and silent he whispers
Lay it upon me
And so too,
I grant that wish,
he's wilfully taken
Scars in his mind
dissolving kissed in kind
his crown now all mine
He now reigns me in,
My Blue Sky
Possessed
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
"Haunted" / Beyonce
https://youtu.be/PpA57LU8Z1A
For "My Blue Sky"
https://youtu.be/fO4OkwNEid0
Obama made a super speech;
Beyonce nailed her notes.
Michelle and her two daughters
Looked amazing in their coats.
“America the Beautiful,”
Though not my favorite choice,
Sounded soulful and affecting
Lilted in James Taylor’s voice.
The glamour crowd – ex-Presidents
And Justices Supreme,
Combined with all the average folk,
Reflecting on the theme:
America united!
For we’ll make the greatest strides
When all people join together,
Though we come from different sides.
That point was made poetically –
Of course, the perfect way –
In Richard Blanco’s masterpiece
Entitled “One Today.”
With universal imagery
To which we could relate,
His poem expanded on the message
Of the Chief of State.
For if you want your speech to soar,
You can’t just status-quo it;
The trick is searching ‘til you find
A clever, brilliant poet.