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Dear Lord,
I'm ready to sip the trumpet's venom.
I'm ready for the flood, the white fire fingertips.
To rinse the devil's grin into the abyss....
I pray the predators have a slow-motion bleed.
A cut of their chandelier's electricity.
I pray, Lord, you let the children gather wings.
To make their way into eternity.
Dear Lord.
I'm ready for a refurbishing of Eden.
A smoothing of a fractured soul
A refurbishing of our twisted strand.
An immaculate rebirth-a pristine gold.
Dear Lord.
I'm ready-so bring it on.
Lay it on thick and heavenly strong.
Bring the shadow of your blackest song.
Bring on the rapture
Flood their islands, crumble their castles
Cool down their nuclear reactors.
Lay a scythe to proud pyramids and rocket ships.
Treat their cock roach souls
like they've treated our children's dreams and hopes.
I pray you glean the gems from clay.
The lily from the winter pond of Monet.
My Crazy life as a pitbull/
My Crazy life as a pitbull, I'm labeled a beast/
I'm always doing nothing wrong but they always target me/
They always say I'm crazy, they wanna oppress/
This is the life I chose to live so I don't stress/
I'm solitary and reclused but not by choice/
I keep going and going and just live my life/
I do the things I do and I don't care who don't like me/
The hell they bring on me is their own lake of fire/
I'm a striver so I strive to be the best I can be/
They say I lost my mind and it's clear to see/
So what if they don't like me, what if they hate me/
So what if they judge me, what if they talk trash/
I'm not schizophrenic but they label me/
I'll see you later alligator, I wouldn't want to be you/
This is my crazy life, I love it in full/
Forever a pitbull, my crazy life as a pitbull/
Hated by many, only loved by a few/
And when I say a few, I mean one or two/
I really never know because it changes everyday/
It seems I'm only loved when my pockets are ok/
When I broke down, they left me hanging by a rope/
Nobody cared or tried to give me hope/
I picked up a guitar and never looked back/
I broke the world record for the fastest drum and guitar/
They get stuck staring like they're mannequins/
Everyday I live life not knowing about tomorrow/
I put pen to paper and published many books on Amazon/
Because I strive to be the best I can be/
A penny for my thoughts, well, I need it to borrow/
To put my music on the radio all over the world/
What's normal to me, might not be normal to them/
But the chances of me changing, is nonexistent/
So, just accept me as I am and don't judge me/
Because I am forever a pitbull/
And I live a crazy pitbull life/
Current academic thought is like an alphabet where certain letters are being attacked and removed. You can’t have freedom of expression by censoring letters and voices you don’t like or agree with. Every time it’s been tried, it ultimately fails. Freedom of expression is what has made America great and stands as a threat to totalitarian societies like Russia, China, and Iran. A minus sign always takes you backward where a plus sign expands. The answers lie in an ever-expanding mixture of ideas and beliefs living together for their mutual benefit where new words are created by more letters — not less.
As children develop language skills and learn to read, their minds expand and the world opens up around them —and more importantly, inside them. Language becomes the great liberator that rescues children from the darkness of ignorance and obscurity, and when freely allowed to develop and expand, it creates free-thinking adults that become literate, prescient, moral, and wise. It can’t happen any other way.
These lessons are everywhere in nature. When water is free-flowing and unobstructed, it is at its cleanest and most beneficial state. When blocked up and constrained, it becomes stagnant, polluted, and undrinkable. Festered with alkali, it can bring on sickness and death. When trees and flowers are openly exposed to the wonder of the sky and the sun’s rays, they grow tall and expand. Deprive them of that and they will slowly wither and die. Both fish and mammals grow bigger when raised in open spaces that allow them to roam naturally and reach their full potential.
For our children to grow and expand into happy and productive people, we can't let anyone, or anything, take away or limit their means of free expression.
(The New Room: June, 2026)
Fall stories engulf imaginations around a bonfire.
Cinnamon aroma, wafts in the air
A sweet cadence, crackles from the pyre.
Pumpkins lit with happy eyes that care
It is nice to have slices of fall magic to share
Spiders busily creating intricate lacy webs with ease,
Squash sprinkled with cinnamon and butter,
Spiky fondue pot filled with lake of melted cheese,
Fall harvest, stacked up high, causes produce clutter.
Laughter of children eliminates old folk's mutter,
Quintain (English)
Bring On Fall Poetry Contest Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Written 8-29-2018
The long, languorous
days of summer
have arrived.
Good-bye sweat shirts,
long sleeves and jackets.
Hello shorts and tanks,
bathing suits,
and sundresses.
Bring on the
pool parties!
Break out the grills -
it's barbecue time!
Who wants to
go camping?
I do! I do!
Gather the tent
and sleeping bags.
Don't forget the
fishing poles
and sunscreen.
It's summer time, folks!
Can't you hear
the beach calling
out to you:
"Come and Play!"
"Come and play!"
Frolic in the
waves and build
castles out of sand.
Let your inner
child cut loose and
celebrate summer!
8/4/16
For Ed Ebbs Anacreontic verse 4 Contest
Somehow, she appears from nowhere
to dominate the darkest sky,
her glow, suspended in the air,
will mystically bring on a sigh.
Her magnetic vibes are wondrous:
the shifting of each ocean's tide,
and also, somehow moving us-
she steers how minds and feelings ride.
Manipulator is our Moon.
Our months, divided each by stage,
are how her phases stay in tune
to regulate how hearts will gauge.
Full moon and love are tied as one-
Romance and moonlight, hand in hand
maneuver closeness that is spun
as Cupid seals what she has planned.
A force of nature, to be sure!
For ages, she's been on a throne
with mystic strength that does allure-
to mysteries still unbeknown.
When I was young I had two horses,
A gelding and a mare.
The gelding's name was "The Cheyenne Star",
With a temperament so fair.
The mare, her name was Candy,
She was anything but sweet.
She looked just like a Clydesdale
Without the hairy feet.
Riding Cheyenne was a joy,
With power steering and power brakes.
He responded easily to each touch
And what a difference that makes.
Candy, on the other hand,
Was like driving a big dump truck.
Hard to get her to move at all
But if she took offense, she'd buck.
They are both long gone now
But I remember both their styles
And they left me with many memories
Which can always bring on smiles.
I can imagine : staring in the eyes of : Elizabeth Barret Browning
Seeing the " Glory of LOVE '; bring on the " Sorrow of LOVE "
The sweet outstanding " Black LOVE " of Edgar Allen POE
" Edna St. Vincent Millay " and I Believe in GOD'S Creation
To sit beside Carrie Richards; Watching POETRY Created
To Live , In the mind of the Teacher “ Carolyn Devonshire”
To Understand the Language , as the Great Master “ Dr. Ram Mehta “
To know ,FOREVER LOVE as the “ SweetHeart” ~ Linda-Marie ~
I have Forever Dreamed: of someday being a POET Laureate
How silly is my mind, when Emotions, have Died Long Ago
Words are Earthly : I can not understand their meaning, “PURPOSE”
If Only the HEART deep with-in the Soul : could write POETRY
“ I Could “
I'm okay. You seem haltless. I'm brilliant. You lack lustre.
Could a wolf condemn a cow for being herbivorous?
Can a rose in full bloom slam a bud from the same cluster?
Doesn't the code of 'live and let live' make rights vigorous?
Forgiving frees my heart; forgetting makes me feather-light.
Doesn't a fresh-water bath cleanse and refresh my physique?
Doesn't my absolution make my foes forget their spite?
My heart should be full when I give. No gift; for me, I seek
There's a dustbite in my brother's eyes. There's a speck in mine.
I see the dust. Do I, like rays through a lens, penetrate?
Can the blind lead the blind? Jesus asked. Is all, with me, fine?
To remove the speck from my eyes, why do I hesitate?
The sun does not judge. Either the moon or the stars do not.
Why should I, a dust of dust, bring on beings any blot?
A girl can dream of an eloquent catch
because " cute" wears off real quick.
So send me a video of you reading a book
and not just some dirty pic.
Online dating is scary at best.
You've no idea what you'll find.
The pictures they send may pique your interest
but might hide an empty mind.
Things have changed in the dating world.
Some want a relationship, some just a fling.
But is what you see what you'll get?
Are they really the real thing ?
Chatting for hours by computer or phone,
you think you might know someone
but in person, Boom !! , it was all fake.
They're just looking for some quick fun.
I miss the days when they had to try harder
to make a good impression.
To show manners, respect, carry on a conversation.
The memories bring on a depression.
Maybe I'm too old for this dating thing.
It's too complicated for me, I think.
So I'll talk to the cat, head to the kitchen
and just pour myself a drink.
25/08/2020