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'>I feel a little poem story coming along. You might as well share it now, as it would take me ages to put it in my book 10 of poems.
It was written today, 26th June 2016, three days into mourning after the referendum. Vote to leave or stay in the EU.
No one should hang their head in shame.
By Stanley Russell Harris’
(The new mad Author)
GB voted to be sane.
Out at last from that mad EU.
I’d place a guard on that tunnel too.
Just in case, those nice lads now march through.
Must not give them ideas of what to do!
Of course GB's land mass is so small, I can now tell you.
Compared to other member countries of that blinking EU!
So why the panic, for what we do?
Little GB votes and the world's in a stew!
Politicians treated us public as thick.
I’m one of the public that made me sick.
So why should politicians be so thick.
We voted as our brains/hearts dictated it.
Great Britain was great before the Common Market.
Upgraded/downgraded to the European Union!
Depending on the way you view.
Now we are out. Let’s give some clout.
To those politicians who voted out.
As with all of their brainpower.
Great Britain should grow by the hour.
Back to what it was before.
Supply enough fish for us to eat.
With a brand new fishing fleet!
Mining coal, black miner’s faces to greet!
The coalman calling down the street!
Let the foreigners their own fuel burn.
Great Britain’s fires on our fuel will burn.
Start our iron ore mines working again.
Make our own iron and steel.
Build big ships not boats I say.
Get Britain on its feet again.
You all can do it in the UK.
United we can work and also play.
There will always be someone to pray.
So buck up, cheer up, Great Britain’s here to stay.
PS Unless this blinking rain washes us away.
And on that note, I’ll say good day.
I must confess I posted this on BBC News Facebook page for something to do. As you do lol. Got 25 likes in 4 hours. So that's a nice birthday treat even if a day late lol again. Have a nice referendum free day while the politicians sort themselves out. (The new mad Author) new as being GB and not EU.<
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Form:
Let Jacqueline, Jacque, and sophisticated Parisians rave about the Eiffel Tower
Romantic poets write in egregious excess of their cozy, intimate leafy bowers
Leave scientists and paleontologists to their study of fossils and dinosaurs--
As for me, nothing compares with a home-from-work, end-of-the-day shower.
Political scientists dissect the machinations of international superpowers
Historians pore over WW2 battles and the heroics of Dwight David Eisenhower
Gardeners & green thumbers extol the myriad virtues of planting flowers--
But as for me, no occupation holds a candle to the pleasure of a bracing shower.
The downtown office crowd breathlessly counts down the minutes to Friday's Happy Hour
Bartenders mix exotic drinks like Coconut Pussycats, Lady Godivas, or plain old Whiskey Sours
College professors soar above the mundane pursuits of common workers, in their cushy ivory towers--
Yet as for me, there's no finer pursuit than the anticipation of a relaxing, refreshing shower.
Cooks and master chefs endlessly debate palate appeal of asparagus tips and fried cauliflower
Efficiency experts squeeze the most from a production line's manpower output per man hour
Grease jockeys and auto mechanics wax rapturous about muscle cars and their horsepower--
Whereas all I can think about the entire working day is returning home to a steamy, hot shower.
So please remember, my friend:
No matter how sour your whey
No matter how dour your day
No matter your willpower fade
Your brainpower stray
Even if your boss forgets your pay--
Simply wash all of your cares away
With a shower at the end of each day!
As I rise with dawn's early light,
I seek Your guidance, through the morning's quiet night.
Before I step into the world's hustle and grind,
I turn to You, dear God, and ask You to align.
Bless my going out, and my coming in,
May every step I take, be guided by Your loving kin.
Bless everything I touch, with hands that serve and create,
May my work be fruitful, and my efforts consecrate.
Clear my path, dear Lord, remove the thorns that impede,
Grant me wisdom, and clarity, in every step I proceed.
Bless my hustle, every single day,
For in it, I find sustenance, and a way to provide and sway.
My hustle is my lifeline, my source of bread,
The means by which I care for my family, and meet their every need.
When my hustle requires brainpower, and strategic might,
Grant me insight, and vision, to navigate through the night.
Whether I'm selling goods, or working in an office space,
Bless my efforts, and grant me success, in every single place.
Bring customers to my door, and opportunities to my way,
And help me to serve them well, with a heart that's full of cheer each day.
Bless my hustle, dear God, and make it fruitful and true,
May it be a blessing to others, and a source of joy anew.
For I know that without You, I can do nothing at all,
So I rely on Your guidance, and Your loving hand that entwines.
As I rise with dawn's early light,
I seek Your guidance, through the morning's quiet night.
Before I step into the world's hustle and grind,
I turn to You, dear God, and ask You to align.
Bless my going out, and my coming in,
May every step I take, be guided by Your loving kin.
Bless everything I touch, with hands that serve and create,
May my work be fruitful, and my efforts consecrate.
Clear my path, dear Lord, remove the thorns that impede,
Grant me wisdom, and clarity, in every step I proceed.
Bless my hustle, every single day,
For in it, I find sustenance, and a way to provide and sway.
My hustle is my lifeline, my source of bread,
The means by which I care for my family, and meet their every need.
When my hustle requires brainpower, and strategic might,
Grant me insight, and vision, to navigate through the night.
Whether I'm selling goods, or working in an office space,
Bless my efforts, and grant me success, in every single place.
Bring customers to my door, and opportunities to my way,
And help me to serve them well, with a heart that's full of cheer each day.
Bless my hustle, dear God, and make it fruitful and true,
May it be a blessing to others, and a source of joy anew.
For I know that without You, I can do nothing at all,
So I rely on Your guidance, and Your loving hand that entwines.
DEVINE PARENTAGE:
Praise be unto JEHOVAH!
The GOD who has no rootage,
And no one knows his lineage.
His holiness is basically not a heritage,
And His divinity spiritually holds a mileage,
Which is affirmed with a homage.
Praise be unto JEHOVAH!
The GOD who is a perpetual Mother...
A good Mother full of honour,
Whose breastmilk carries power,
Nourishing Her offsprings with brainpower.
Her eternal nurturing for them is without a cessation.
Her intellectuality is with perfection.
Her heart beats with compassion,
Forgiving them of their transgressions.
And saving them from destructions.
Praise be unto JEHOVAH!
The GOD who is an everlasting father...
A Father who really loves his children.
His heart is a fine accommodation,
Providing them food and protection.
He advices and motivates them with affection,
Making His fatherhood based on confection,
So that He chooses no to consign.
And in Him do the children confine,
As He makes their life so fine.
Yes,JEHOVAH is a Mother...,
Yes,JEHOVAH is a Father...,
His parenthood overwhelms.
And He rules in all realms,
Because,the universe dwells in his hands.
And with His rulership,no one can withstand.
Nothing much I’ll be missing HERE.
nope.
No amount of trees and waterways
will Ever do it for me.
there’s more to me than this,
than these.
My brain needs feeding
and it won’t be fed on pine cones.
may all here be happy
there are lots of nice people
while I am off to new adventures
of some higher level of thinking
Let it all just be
as I will be gone
where brainpower is a tool
that I will need to get along.
beautifully as the sun hits the mountains,
yet a hollow space in me hungers
for something you can’t find at the drive-ins
or the Wal-Mart.
Im sure its up here somewhere but
two years here and I eat and yet I starve.
Gone underground to stay alive
to keep that part of me in existence somehow, somewhere.
A new place. I’m thinking already! I can actually think!
the sun will shine there too
but hotter
brighter
it energizes life there.
like a magnet, draws awareness to it
as it is drawing me as well
because damned if I’m going to be deemed “dumb”
as my father called my Mother.
My brain has its problems, but intelligence isn’t one of them.
I can’t WAIT to leave.
Take me! Take me!
The journey of a thousand miles
Begins with a step taken with smiles
If there had not been a will
The records would have remained as nil
Never say never
Impossibilities won't last forever
Your daring adventure
Is an obscured voyage to some brainpower
We know that eagles can fly
But your eagle is built with a sly
For plying through that wasteland
What you did for the heart in the hand
Can never be done without courage
Or didn't you in the desert use the wheel to rage
Or ired by the intense torrent of the haboobs
Through the nights in the desert where you have no cubes
How did you escape the windy sand rain
I envy the courage that took over your brain
Such that you didn't know what to fear
And for impending dangers you didn't think to veer
Kunle Adeyanju has become a brand of idea
In his honour I rejoice with his fans on social media
They prove that love and care give more courage
A lesson for our leaders to learn to encourage
Goal for the day
Just sit and write
Whatever comes out
Make it flow, make it light.
Make yourself smile
Forget all the machines
Gadgets from people
And holiday themes.
Fingers to keypad
Or paper and ink
It doesn't matter
Just make yourself think.
Use what God gave you
That thing called a brain
Stop mulling over
How to put together a train.
You'll be suprised to find
Once you get going
You'll stop watching outside
For it to stop snowing.
Poetry frees
The mind and the soul
It's what keeps us real
What keeps us whole.
Turn off the light
Music on high
Create till you feel
You can touch the sky.
Poetry leaves the heart
Warm and happy.
Whether its funny
Or a little bit sappy.
So here it is
My first for the year
Some words to hopefully
Leave everyone less fear.
Greetings, hello I just know
Alpha line poetry's a toxic write
Demented moment my muse is slow
Brainpower dormant, what a plight!
Loves magic's now over, pain
Loss endured feeling sorrow
no use ranting nothing to gain
Speechless lament colours tomorrow.
A bashful cavalier dreams everynight
Images filled with yearning hunger
Sparkling blue eyes will at last delight
His bleak lonely life torn asunder.
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