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Black Sheep
We four siblings had emotional bond deep.
Haply came an intruder our cousin, most misfit.
All considered him as block headed Black Sheep.
Me being youngest didn’t know how to treat.
I liked him though he was not exact our type.
By complexion he was black, we all were white.
If he be teased, none cared for his tears to wipe.
We were disciplined, he was rude not polite.
We were prompt on social interaction
Sometimes he talked useless, might be by chance!
We didn’t allow him as our companion.
The odd became aloof, maintaining distance.
By nature, he was obstinate arrogant,
ignorant in manners rather rustic raw,
but startled all of us just with his brilliant
results in school erasing his every flaw.
At last we four siblings sailed ship of friendship,
where we cordially invited the Black Sheep.
07/11/19
Edited on 03/23/20
'STRAND CHOICE O' Contest by Brian Strand
BLACK AND WHITE
Black sheep baa baa,
Black stripes - zebra.
White Bear: Polar.
White rays : Solar.
Black tea, black coffee.
White milk, white toffee.
Teeth white to bite.
Ant white : Termite.
Write on the white page.
Black car in garage.
Black diamond, black coal.
Light stolen by black hole.
White sand on sea beach.
Black magic by witch.
Black belt , trained in judo.
Killer spider: Black widow.
Pitch black crow is raven.
Toast burnt black in oven.
White dove : Symbol of peace.
Black rose known as black prince.
Black spots on white dice.
Black pearl : Pretty - nice
How dare they take the words from
Your mouth and the nails from
Your hands
and pass them off as from
their own flesh and blood.
They, who never bled a single drop in the name of others,
have crafted a halo of thorns
and adorn it,
”holy”
(self indulgent, self proclaimed).
What gives them the right
to denounce their equals
and lash the whip over their neighbor’s back?
Don’t they know that every drop of Your blood that touched the earth
sowed seeds of ceaseless forgiveness?
That every splatter ricocheted off the dirt
and echoed the promise “I love you”?
Holy? Wholly?
They know nothing of Your word;
they only twist it to tighten chains
they bind around the black sheep.
Little do they know their wool,
once white in Your hands,
is stained dark as sin.
The psychological intention, the diversion of the facts
The creation of a situation to erase the other tracks
Augmented argumentation the license to do anything
Plausible deniability with all the false facts that we sing
Paradigms are shifting creating a new different realm
Who is the real leader and who should take the helm
Every decision left open to another one's own devices
Leads the normal activity into a world now full of crisis
The minds of the population separately think the same
The majority of the masses can not win this chess game
So cattled up all together following the herd one by one
The black sheep are the future but for now we're on the run
bmdavey@04/11/2023
Rarely did the family speak
of secrets and knowledge weak and indiscreet
but as we all know, shared laughter and tears wept
draw out our secrets uncontained, never kept.
For years, my aunts were mysterious
talking of our origins quite serious,
deciphering was impossible unless you knew
a few words to interpret better as you grew.
Little ears often strained
to know what grownups held hidden in their domain;
listening for the words more easily understood
and in that revelation of not what happened but could.
Aunt and uncles, cousins too, disliked aunt Jean most intense
and distanced themselves from the family name in their defense
of the stories never to be told except in quiet retrospect;
Aunt Jean, you see, was wild, restless, behaving most incorrect.
She danced in bar room halls
discarding her clothes for all
as drunken men leered upon her naked form
she was that way from the very day she was born.
She was a free spirit, bipolar, un-diagnosed back then
freely taken in and loved by many men
the black sheep shunned by our family
looked down upon because of her own sense of sanity.
Why? The children never really knew
except to follow the elders set cue,
but as I look back over time
sanity may be found wanting in the selfless climb.
Goth mood’s not right, not bright enough.
Fountain of sea, rapt in darkness.
Crepuscular ink blocks sunlight.
The cursive waves doth strain the wrist.
Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and lowing.
Counting the black sheep - times not slowing.
Fountain of sea, deep in darkness.
Coarse keys, ivory black, musing.
The cursive waves doth strain the wrist.
Resist of playful sounds - thirsting.
Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and lowing.
Counting the black sheep - times not slowing.
Coarse keys, ivory black, musing,
and refusing to budge - lines spurn.
Resist of playful sounds - thirsting.
The burn hisses and squeals; smudges.
Fa-la-la rhymes, leaping and lowing.
Counting the black sheep - times not slowing.
And refusing to budge, lines spurn.
Crepuscular ink blocks sunlight.
The burn hisses and squeals; smudges.
Goth mood’s not right, not bright enough.
You were believed.
8 years apart, just for a start.
I got a belt but you were our mothers heart.
You left a taste oh so sweet and me just oh so tart.
The black sheep, forever marked.
For you people flocked, me they just mocked.
So with this I part, so before before you start.
Before you ask with all your heart.
That maybe we could just restart.
But now I’m starting to get parched.
So my Wisdom I will still impart.
Sister, you and I…..
Only one of us will die.
I was thinking maybe in July.
So look in to my eye.
And do not cry.
Don’t pretend like we even tied.
You lived while I died.
You laughed while I cried.
Now all I can do is step aside.
Because family i was denied.
All my life all I did was abide.
But Its just a tide.
A tide you use to hide.
The fact that when it was me I was simply denied.
But when it was you, there was everyone to confide.
We will never coincide.
For us that can’t be applied.
You asked how we would be described…..?
You were believed…. But i was deceived.
I battled with suicide, for many years,
the pain, the suffering, with all of it’s tears.
A heart chained, to the bitterness and strife,
in so deep, I had given up on life.
From all these thoughts, feelings, and emotions, I could not flee,
it was like death, was the answer for me.
I totaled three cars, a side of a house, then snapped a telephone pole,
as death fled from me, there was a battle for my soul.
My brother drowned, I was there, but him, I couldn’t save,
something happened deep inside, ungodly I started to behave.
I slashed my arm many times with a razor blade,
as I laid on the floor, the light began to fade.
I cursed God, with my every breath,
it should have been me, taken away by death.
I remember the anger, the hate, all the torment and pain,
as it ripped and tore, at my twisted, wounded brain.
With a heart fueled of hate, I was already dead,
it was living like this, I did truly dread.
To die many deaths, and to yet still live,
it’s the only answer, that suicide can give.
I have faced death, many times, by my own hands you see,
today, I truly live, because Jesus set me free.
I was un-lovable, an outcast, a black sheep, I was thrown away,
but by the Grace and Mercy of God, He loved, and wanted me enough, to show me the way.
For years they live in shadow
For years they've been mistreated
For years they've been ignored and pushed aside
Black sheep of the family
Blamed for everything
From the broken window to the last place in line
Who is to care?
Seems no one
As long as nothing is broken
Nothing needs to fix
Who is to say we are perfect?
Yet we don't realize the growing malignant malady
Oh America you are supposed to be the beacon of the world
Yet you fall so
You seem deaf to the voice within
The voice of reason
You seem to make up your mind on certain things and not see the obvious
What caused you to be the judge?
Or are you now a juror?
Say bypass
Minds all made up
Fine
You will see once and for all
Who is the juror and who is the judge
None of thee
God does not make anything imperfect
Yet you continue to insist it is
Time to owe up to our mistake
And let our Ruler to be the judge
Time is a wasting
Can't afford to lose it
Time is the essence
Let's not be blowing it
Time is unknown
Let's not misspending it
You can do it
You can correct it
And make it right!!
Hola
MY SHEPARD
BAA BAA BLACK SHEEP
WHERE WILL YOU GO,
YOU'VE BEEN CAST AWAY
BY EVERYONE YOU KNOW,
YOU TRIED TO SHOW THEM
WHO YOU REALLY WERE
BUT IT WAS EASIER FOR THEM
TO LABEL YOU DISTURBED.
WHENEVER YOU SHOWED LOVE
THEY DROVE YOU FAR AWAY
YOUR HEART BECAME A WAR ZONE
IN THE WICKED GAMES THEY PLAY
YOU HID ALL YOUR SCARS
BENEATH A PHONY SMILE
THE LOVE YOU THOUGHT WOULD LAST
ONLY LASTED A LITTLE AWHILE
NOW YOUR SITTING ALL ALONE
THE SHADES BLOCK OUT THE LIGHT
NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW
HOW YOU CRY ALONE AT NIGHT
YOU SCREAM OUT TO GOD ABOVE
TO COME AND EASE YOUR PAIN
HE HEARS THE BLACK SHEEP CRYING
AND CRADLES HIM AGAIN