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Bhima at Denhegoo
from Chump to Champion
The Ballad of a Struggling Contender
Fought to hard
to get it
struggled long thyme
to acheive
learned alotta thangs
long the way
meet some people
you won't beleive
looked down upon
by the in crowd
jerked arounded
by the outcrowd
women done leaked
my secrets
and men done
challenged me
studdered
when she said
I do
was scared
cause
I lacked instruction
Said I love you to
early
she only beleived
in deductions
prayed real hard
to get here
Am the champion of this town
talked about by stranger
to some I'm just a clown
but you know one thang
I'm ah man
I'm ah real true man
yes i am
I'm a man
I'm ah man
best beleive
I', ah man!
( Gruel Starffs(..........Look Mister Promoter: you want us to come out here and be contenders to your champion. Rivals to our foe. You want us to look the wrestling public in the eye and say he's the best and I'm the next best thing to him.Mr. Prromoter I'm looking you in the eye and telling you: you made a mistake in hiring me cause we found a clause in our contract that states a group of ten within the company can unite and form a championship sub commiitee and crown a champion, if the current champions tenure excceeds 2 years. well we did and from now on I am the champion and until the disfunction of the championship committee is solved I am both Champion and number one contender and one win over the champion even in a best outta 3 falls match can be proof enough to send to the board of directers to Crown me " The United Worlds Champion" that's the contract you signed laughing at me.I've score two falls against him. One more And I am Champion. It the Clause of all Clauses; Mr. Promoter! The Clause is entitled" ******The Rules of Untangling Contracto Facto Championious committee rulio Section 280-two by Codes of Victory in The rulebreaker rule book*
They thought i was disabled by choice, not by veracious right,
They thought, ‘cos i objected to medicine’s lady,
But my parents were both a malady,
To medicine’s elegance and height.
My parents were faith healers, into prayer,
For coughs, colds and constipation,
And so I did object to faith consummation,
Rather than medicine’s beautiful lair.
I was desperate to become independent by a male OT,
But I hid my yearning, covered by my face,
My sociology became bad and with a poisoned lace,
Until I had to escape the worlds of religion and disability.
My blue bird lifted upon my sight,
And then i confounded the solid door,
Manoeuvred into the computing floor,
In the stillness of the night.
A very small thought passed my mind,
Right or wrong? There’s morality in existence,
But i did just continue on without much persistence,
The keyguard from the cupboard to find.
After half an hour or so, there it was,
My name on top of the high score board,
RIM, never to be belittled or to have water poured,
On this gamer of much dexterity, cause.
So i was functional, that would just say everything,
But i knew and felt I’d turned the tide against me,
Hot with sweat, i did not have nature on my side umbilically,
And the law would also condemn my aiming.
However, i did think i could still complain legally,
Against no named person for living and loving,
And because i was also disabled and aggravated, in the ring,
I thought I’d not be charged necessarily.
Life under threat, but there are boats,
Sea water may not be right for an isolated disabled child,
And paddles can avenge the tide to forward gild,
That child from the darkness of no votes.
Nature comes back and people burn,
To help you up your ladder of reason,
And sea water is by no means treason,
So i did change from that day on to upturn.
An abundance of passionate thoughts cloud my mind
Visioning my hands all over you, tonguing every crevice
Casting spells of love potion number nine
Your face is my poster board for perfection
So creative and refined
Am I high?
Falling over drunk, or plain stupefied
Administer a dose of Absinthe
Through your eyes I can see you want more
Accelerating with the power of a Basilisk
Filling your dreams on a realistic level..
No dreams
Pushing you to your core
I'll give you what you want
Opportunities galore
Wiggling uncontrollably
Your beautiful body sprawled
On my living room floor
This uncontrollable feeling I have is that of fate
If you're not the one, then you must be a prototype
It's hard to keep up with all your hype
Come with me darling
Of my passion you shall partake
Your love is never enough
Pour it over me like a faucet on on high
With our love so abundantly clear
Both you and I know there is nothing to fear..
Jared Pickett.....:JP]
alpine peaks
a guitar body
a Colombian sink hole
a waxed surf board
fertile crescent silt
a half cut fig
an asterix
Orion's Belt
sun rise rays rising
Pisa's leaning tower
a rollercoaster zipping down
a dog drooling
Apollo 11 on the pad
an icicle dripping
two pair of eyes staring
cherry topped ice cream dollops
rapid hovering hummingbird wings
time lapse glacial floe flowing
sweat on the brow of Rodin's "Thinker"
Moses' Red Sea parting
me kneeling for forgiveness
a tree knot's sap turning to syrup
an anteater's tongue dipping licking
a poker stoking a fire
a Venus Fly Trap slowly closing
faithfully Old Faithful geysering
steam whistles screaming
London Tower falling down
an O'Keefe's iris sighing in pastel
two cigarette butts
an ashtray asleep
Form:
I woke to the sound of sizzling bacon, the aroma of fresh baked Muffins and my Beautiful Lenore in her bright green Teddy. "Nubbies", I said, "what time is it." Lenore said" for You it is 3:30P.M., June 27th, 2013. You are in the O.R. at Dartmouth Hospital. For me it is time to bring YOU to Eternity for a short time."What are You talking about; Baby." I died last night before we had time to go to the Bridal Suite. I do not want You to go through that pain again. Please come with me to the railing on the starboard side of the ship."Below the shuffle board deck?""Nubbies, just
trust me." As we walked outside, I noticed there was no air,no breeze, no sea lapping against the side of the boat, the sun seemed pasted in the sky. Where is Mom and Dad;where's my Ma, Where is everybody? Harry we are frozen in time, for last night and today; never happened for you. I asked the Lord to give us this time together. I was 3 months pregnant when I said "I DO" I want you to see JoAnne Naomi Grow up. Now
Full Moonlight Stand on the railing with me and when I say 3; Jump. 1, 2, 3. You would think we would plummet into the Caribbean Sea, but we splashed into the Full Moon. The sun was warm,the birds sat on my shoulders, singing a song of Life Forever. The Peace, Serenity and Tranquility was unearthly. I then saw GOD and the Son of Salvation hugged me and in a Mezmerizing Voice said Welcome Home.
To be Continued
I want to apologize to those of YOU who are punctuationally bound to Poetry I do not know how to punctuate people talking. I know I'm suppose to use "" marks Sorry I LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Liege...Harry
She is
but a passing shadow
flitting across the moonlit sea
Wandering waves
roaming their ripples
in search of her next
ship to board
Steered by starlight
she journeys to fresh horizons
constellations
mapped many moons ago
with no route to a harbor
or home
Yet, a paradox
in this pattern of flight
a sudden urge
to reach for the ties
severed by her departure
With each anchored vessel
and fleeting bond formed
her endless quest for more
finds less and less
as the gap
she longs to bridge just grows
Soon
her chances will sail
into the night
and out of view
leaving her final leap to land
in the deep
dark blue
Then
without a ship
to join or jump
no ties
to save or sever
She’ll be
but a fading shadow
sinking into the moonlit sea.
Small city arena long out of date,
that is where this B-league team plays their games,
young men learning, hopes for fortune and fame.
I watch the practice, they shoot and they skate,
remember back when I was at that weight…
Here at least the ticket prices are sane,
NHL’s prices send shocks through my brain,
this is a fun time, even if they don’t rate.
The clean smell of ice as they drop the puck,
racing past blue lines from board to board,
small man gets cross-checked, he seems out of luck,
then big man in the box for five minutes more,
power play offense, a slap-shot is struck,
bounces of the goalie, a scramble to score…
The proposal would be outlined using a strategic written document.
"Trotts Folly" the business needed an achievement passement and
analysis, so that those who would serve on the board of chairmen
could vote on. The name likely reflects the romanticized, nostalgic,
and popular era it was developed in.;"The Trotts Folly Classic" an
event without details provides insight to what is expected.. Lender will use
the finacail plan to do analysis, a view of past performances and projections.
They told a story of several guy's at a party getting there Woman friends to tie Pigfeet bones into the word love you. It made the unmarried angry, it made the unwanted jealous it made some just plain mad.
It lies within a long valley,
amongst rolling Green Mountain Peaks,
its southern Vermont’s largest lake,
a place boaters and partiers seek.
But nature did not build this lake,
that task fell to the hand’s of men,
built up a broad, high wall of earth
to ensure the valley was dammed.
I saw pictures of what went before,
a small town they called Mountain Mills,
built back when lumbebrjacks ruled here,
and could harvest trees to their fill.
There were nearby farmers around,
raising cows to sell their dairy,
who brought their product to this town
to try and make extra money.
There was a broad house, wide and white,
it most likely was the town inn,
where locals talked the news of the day,
where lumbermen revelled in sin.
Across from it was an old barn,
ancient a century ago,
leftover from before the town,
it watched the small main-street go.
There were housing, rambling houses,
packed in tight, this was before cars,
made sense, if you needed supplies
you didn’t want to walk too far.
The road itself a line of brown,
straight and narrow, gravelly dirt,
there’s not much sand around these parts,
they had to make what they had work.
Tiny shops, the family-owned kind,
butchers, dry goods, hometown bakers,
the places we nostalgize now,
we imagine they all 'kept their word.'
Near the back is a church spire,
simple-looking Protestant kind,
when people dressed to go to church,
find guidance for spirit and mind.
Behind it all, a lumber mill,
stacks of board-feet, three-stories high,
a chimney pumping out black smoke
from the big saw spinning inside.
Nearby a narrow railroad gauge
pulls up to take the wood away,
men work their shifts here 'round the clock,
it’s tough work, but they need that pay.
Not far away, a small graveyard,
where men from the Civil War rest,
the last dying not long before,
at least that what the stones did attest.
But Connecticut needed power,
that’s the reason nothing is left,
just cellar holes when water’s low,
in the months when you see your breath.
It saddens me because most days
this lake is just a place for play,
under the water, under the earth…
someone always walks on our graves.
And they don't even know.
March 21 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Kings 18-21
Key Verse – 2Kings 18:3 And he did that which was right in the sight of the LORD, according to all that David his father did.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT
Thank You for enabling me to do what is right in Your sight
Despite my incapacity of insufficiency’s blight
Amidst corruption of worldliness’ reality-flight…
Help me in my pursuit toward holiness-height.
Thank You for enabling me to do what is right for Your glory
Despite my inability because of sin’s injury
Amidst taunting of humanism’s mockery…
Help me in my goal to please You against carnality’s fury.
Thank You for enabling me to do what is right along Your instruction
Despite my unfaithfulness triggered by challenges’ temptation
Amidst trials of spirituality’s function…
Help me in my determination for meaningful life transformation.
Thank You for enabling me to do what is right in Your standard
Despite my weaknesses in being a ministry’s steward
Amidst difficulties of labouring onward…
Help me in my involvement in Your great commission’s vineyard.
Thank You for enabling me to do what is right within Your grace
Despite my disobedience of rebellion’s trace
Amidst motivation of haughtiness-brace…
Help me in my resolution to worship You with joyful praise.
Thank You for enabling me to do what is right by Your Word
Despite my ignorance about truth’s record
Amidst treachery of deception’s board…
Help me in my maturity in using faith’s sword.
March 21, 2022