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I was not always this clever, this funny, this incredibly smart
But it is two a.m. somewhere, and I am hilarious; it is my art.
Weirdly, I was not in any way exciting before I got to this bar.
But now I am unbelievably witty, ask my buddy, his name is Gar.
Aren’t I witty, Gar? Aren’t I pretty? Aren’t I fabulously humorous tonight?
He thinks so, believe me, though he cannot sit upright.
I am getting younger every second, my face is clearing up too.
Hilarity is my middle name; now where is my stupid shoe?
But wait, honey, aren’t I funny? The bartender is closing down the bar.
Whiskey is improving my looks. Now where’s my stupid car?
Dear Donald,
I heard it said
it is your position
that reducing carbon emissions
and other climate therapeutic investments
are not a healthy US priority.
I also heard
it is your position
that the federal Environmental Protection Agency
is redundant,
and therefore also not a climate pathology therapeutic resource
on your national priority list.
I also heard
that Puerto Rico
and Florida
and Texas
might have benefited from more environmental protection
from the climate pathologies
that you would re-invest in nonrenewable environmental hazards
like oil fields rather than polyculturing yields,
and nationalistic patriotism
rather than Sacred EarthMatriotism.
Isn't that a bit like
encouraging arsonists to burn
during growing droughts
while also closing down the local Fire Station?
and calling that conflagration
what you had in mind
and relentlessly promised
when you ran as if for better economic government
through active abuse
where once we tolerated mere neglect?
I realize you are not an advocate for universal health and climate care.
Still
it seems we might find some healthier direction
than anti-health care and climate death bed delivery.
We are trying to adjust to lowered political
and educational
and civic
and moral
and health
and environmental therapeutic care,
but your current dive
to find the most toxic bottom line possible
is breath-taking.
Thanks so much
for constantly reminding us
what a great job you are doing.
It would otherwise
be so much more difficult to see
and smell
and feel
and hear
or in any way sense
anything beyond blundering
Business As Usual
mediocrity.
Probably your biggest fake-fan,
Gerald Oliver, EcoTherapeutic ReGenerative Designer
Technology taking over
Faster than we know
Smart phones and pretty gadgets
All these androids on the go
Shops are closing faster
Faster than we think
More jobs gone tomorrow
It’s an online shopping dream
Online shopping dream
Amazon, Ebay and Wal-Mart
Just to name a few
Online shopping for everyone
Is the future scaring you
You’ve got so many passwords
You can’t remember them
You’d rather stop but you need to shop
It’s an online shopping trend
Online shopping trend
Sitting here waiting patiently
For the parcel to come
We’ve got the date just can’t wait
But that parcel having fun
Has it been left outside my door
Because I never heard a ring
It’s likely disappeared again
That parcels’ a mystery
I miss that window shopping
The try before you buy
I used to shop until I’d drop
But you can kiss it all goodbye
So link your card to your account
Then you can do it too
Start your shopping online now
There’s not much else to do
Big name shops are closing down
They seem to follow suit
Joining in the online crowd
It’s an online shopping move
Online shopping move
Sitting here waiting patiently
For the parcel to come
We’ve got the date just can’t wait
But that parcel having fun
Has it been left outside my door
Because I never heard a ring
It’s likely disappeared again
That parcels’ a mystery
© Copyright KC.Leake
15th December 2016
All Rights Reserved
lot of people act like they don't care when they are depressed or grieving or overwhelmed. But for the most part, they do care. If you're struggling, know that you're not alone. Others are struggling too and there are people out there who can help. Blessings, Love and Light.
"Nothing matters"
(It does matter)
By Michelle Morris
04/10/2024
"It doesn't matter"
"Nothing matters"
"It doesn't matter"
"Nothing matters"
You repeat the same mantra
Over and over again
Do you not realise that
You're only creating more of the same?
If nothing matters to you
You'll keep closing down your Heart
From all the Joy and Laughter
Potential Happiness and New Starts
Hope and Faith in Life itself
Adventures and New Dreams
Don't you even consider that
Your Heart's crying out for Real Meaning?
Connection with Humanity
Friendship and loved ones close
If you don't make time for them
You're going to end up bitter and alone
Because Love and Light always matters
People are deserving of Kindness and Care
To be treated with Dignity and Respect
To be shown Compassion and Fairness
Don't let the Darkness smother your Soul
Don't let the Sadness and Grief forever win
Because you are deserving of Love and Light
But you need to let it come flooding in
To cleanse your Heart and Soul
To help you find your Path
To ignite your Soul's Spark and Joy
To accept your place in the Cosmic vastness
It does matter
It all matters to someone out there
Why not take a chance on Life
And let your Truth become your bearing?
Open up your Heart and Mind
Open up your Soul
Over time you'll come to realise
That it matters way more than you know
© Michelle Morris, 2024
This life's journey is like climbing the stairs
each step, year by year. moving up in the air
the higher I get, seems the harder to breathe
My ascent has stalled, sorrow seems to impede
loss of passion to climb and no will to explore
filled with anger, unfairness, ahead a closed door
having desire and need, for a warm body to hold
Fierce hurricane winds, they have taken there toll
thoughts of taking a step, repressed by the tide
it's filling the vacuum, where my heart use to hide
filled with sorrow and pain, from life on this earth
letting the darkness, decide what it is worth
Is this journey over and do I need to lay down
joy and happiness lost, my heart's closing down
I'll know the end has come, if I don't feel the sunshine
It's rays feed my soul, like a fine cheese and wine
"My body gets nourishment from Mother Earth,
sunshine fills my soul with Gods grace and mirth"
Luscinian voices in the thicket of a midnight waltz
single male birds singing from a point of solitude
closing down on city sounds inside a forest vault
the sound of their vocals, nightingale's prelude
calling in mates with whistles, trills and sounds
sending messages of longing from across the throng
listening from cup-shaped nests, eager to be found
they wind up feeling drawn by their melodious song
she, awake as the dawn and free as a bird in the sky
he, as cuffed to her beauty as the wings on her back
they mate on a branch as soft as a nightingale's sigh
away from the songsters, who are trying but lack
luscinian voices singing softly of dawn's pure glory
two nightingales sharing life and love's true story .
June 11, 2021
~Heroine~
I was born to wear my pants on top of my tights
Not just dream about but really take to flight
With golden amulets around each wrist
To fight the baddies and make them pissed.
I was born special this I do know
From being young I had to grow.
My bosoms encased and firmly held
“Super Heroine” I will be Je ma pelled..
I know this to be my destiny
I have to be patient and that’s not me.
The gene pool is strong in us heroines.
I know I am one, it’s in my genes.
The daughter of a super mum
She never fought in wars like some.
She battled against poverty from within
She is to me my true heroine.
Her battle for goodness is closing down
The time is coming to pass the crown
Her amulets she has packed away to rest
Just waiting for me to pass the heroine test.
© 2/06/2012
Entry for David Williams Contest
COVID-19
On our planet suddenly appears,
A pandemic so fierce
That literally seem untameable
Holding people hostage without weapon
Restricting our gatherings to fifty
Mouthlessly closing down borders
And microscopically sapping our economy
Fuels boredom to raise its ugly head
As we no longer watch Messi’s magic
Nor see Ronaldo shake the net
Hitherto, spreading its tentacles across the global circumference
Sending fear into the spine of the brave
Just at the sound of a sneeze
A villainous viral virus
Victorious the human race has been over and over
This cannot be an exception
A Moses will be here sooner
To make the world cross over this viral red sea
And deliver its inhabitants from COVID-19 plaguing time
In all these things, we are more than conquerors.
YEMI AFOLABI, IBADAN, NIGERIA. +2348037750808 [email protected]
Heart Door
I've been picking out thoughts like you pick out a dress.
I must confess all the time I misspent.
It has been so long since I last ate,
But at least I'm moving in the right way.
With you at my side, I know I'll be alright
And in the morning light our love still shines.
It’s been three years now since we first met
And when I can't recall, you never forget.
So I'll let you know that I love you so.
My heart, for you, is always in full flow.
Writing all my words, I am just a pair of hands.
I love to hold you close; I have a need to be your man.
If the daylight ends and I fade away,
I want you next to me when I am old and grey;
Because all this is great, but you help me rise above,
All the mundane life that I would have, without your love.
I know what I have; it has no price,
Because with you by my side, I love my love life
And if we ever split, there will be no more;
Just a closing down sale and tape over my heart shaped door.
You're the only one I am letting in,
Because my love you give me all that I need
And if I ever say, let’s just leave this,
You have to tell me straight, we are meant to be!
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Bistro blowhards jump around in Johnny time
Bota bing bota bang Bota bang bota bing.
Dendrites are clicking, where did they get teeth?
Who invited them anyway? Gray matter coughs.
Fishnet stockings fairly frolic along my brain highway.
My soul shuts herself off, not wanting involvement.
I am on pizazz power; polka dotted persimmon pot pie.
No one better ask me anything or even give me a look.
What’s happening? My eyes wonder. They are on fire.
My throat is tight, wearing a girdle of ridiculousness.
I keep my mouth in a straight line, figuring out nothing.
Sharing no secrets or ideas, closing down for self-protection.