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I'll write a funny poem
Why?
Because I am happy
No reason why :)
Why does the sun keep shining?
Because if it doesn't
It will be called moonshine
And it doesn't want to be called that
Why did I learn the reason why?
If I don't I will forever be asking myself
And that will drive me bananas
And you don't want to see that
But I will be forever asking myself
Don't worry about that
Why do I need to learn?
Who will teach me?
I think I've learned enough for a life time
No thank you lol
Did I tell you forever?
You can tell me now
What keeps ticking?
Let's see now
The clock
Or my heart whenever you come near
Haha you wish
Sun light or moon light
Can't decide which one I like better
One I can see you and one I can see you in the dark
Nah I'll take the third one
Be my tomorrow
How about be my today?
If I need you tomorrow it may be too late
I have an emergency
Just kidding lol
Take the wounded heart
What do I do with it?
Nurture it putting it on the table and pump into it
It will perk up
All this nonsense is making me realize
summer is going to end
All this nonsense stuff is going to end
What?
Yeah your driving
Time to get down to the snow and ice business
Are you talking about moi?
What does that mean when one said time times two?
It means you'd better hurry up
Or you will see it twice the time
I am making you
Rain rain rain
When there is no rain?
When I am in the mood
When there is a season
Which is whenever
No reason at all
Okay I talk quite enough
You get the message
Time is a season
A season of living
If you don't live you don't have a season
What are you?
Stay with me near, O God.
This night is dark,
and yours, my day grows colder, still.
O' god the little spark you lent to me, my courage
By your grace it ebbs from me'.
Today this day is long, my soul belongs to thee.
Red, to no one else, stay with me God.
Here when I am naught but weak.
You made me stronger still.
Stilled when I, again until it dies.
He answered heard
Patience, I am coming near.
Do you hear the marching of their feet?
So many trapped in thought, will you grow meek?
Inside out the great divide none but I, may hide.
The many secrets of thine brilliant eyes.
Bright light the stars you feel my warmth upon your face,
As I come near you stilled, don't cry.
Don't fear the face of whom he is, then said, I am.
Your prayer heard
This little spark I am your gem by grace was lent to me.
Freely given back by me, to you.
You give again to some one else in need,
'Perhaps to they, some other child.
I can hear the great black horse it's hooves sound near'!
Yours is the face, I lived to fear to be, I see, the coming of the lord.
A world in need and now again I sleep once more until.
It's my body, and I'll cry if I want to!
Lie if I want to!
Die if I want to!
You might die too if I come near you.
No vaccine pricks my skin.
Absolute is my right
to randomly infect another,
yes, randomly kill if necessary to preserve
my freedom! My entitlement!
Like your neighborly sprinkler system
I shower you each time you come near.
Few people know the truth.
Bill Gates hired space aliens
now infiltrating scientists
and creating these vaccines
to poison us.
It’s my body and I’ll cry if I want to!
Deny if I want to!
Die if I want to!
You might die too if I come near you!
These shots made by Bill Gates and Democrats,
The list of deep state conspirators so long.
I know how to connect all the dots.
The vaccines pump you with magnetic goo.
And you will quickly become autistic too.
The vaccines are full of biotoxins
And millions will find their coffins.
It’s my body, and I’ll cry if I want to!
Defy if I want to!
Die if I want to!
You might die too if I come near you!
COVID is cured like the flu.
Cow de-wormer will do.
Or simply reach
For the Clorox bleach
And drink a cup or two.
Nobody knows where my family has gone.
They left along with my friends.
No hospital beds for hundreds of miles.
While the stiffs pile up in air-cooled trucks.
It’s my body and I’ll cry if I want to!
Standby if I want to!
Justify if I want to!
You might die too if I come near you!
In global pandemic,
It’s everybody.
You can cry if you want to.
No boundaries parse flesh and blood.
Together, it’s the whole human broth.
Inspired by 1963 pop-rock hit: It’s My Party performed by Leslie Gore and produced by Quincy Jones.
On All Hallow's Eve,
They say can be seen,
A figure, alone and forlorn.
It prowls the high steppes,
Of Old Widow's Peak,
Mysterious, but meaning no harm.
The story is told,
Of two lovers of old,
Who pledged to each other they'd cleave;
But he had to sail out,
At dawning's first light,
Returning on All Hallow's Eve.
A storm came a-blowin',
And waves came a-crashin',
And soon not a thing could be seen.
He knew she's be waitin',
So without hesitation,
Headed home, no more to be seen.
Now each year on the peak,
Her vigil she keeps,
Faithful to her dying day;
And as she stands wating,
Her true love comes sailing,
Back to her arms through the grey.
Once more they're united,
Even death could not part them,
For love conquers all, this is true.
They'll play out this scene,
Forever it seems,
True love doesn't die, it continues.
So my friend never fear,
If you should come near,
And see that of which I speak.
It's two star crossed lovers,
Who come to each other,
The Specters of Old Widows Peak.
Judy Ball
All ghost stories aren't scarey.
Form:
I often wonder ~ ~
What would you think if only you knew
my heart flutters at the thought of kissing you.
I get lost in wishful reveries of what could be
until I come to grips with the sad reality ~ ~
You have never looked at me
as anything more than a friend.
I don't think you ever notice little things,
like how often I quickly look away
when your eyes meet mine ~ ~
or the blush that colors my cheeks
each time you come near.
When you smile, shadows seem to disappear
I hear your laughter and begin to shiver ~ ~
knowing I would quiver at your slightest touch.
A sigh escapes my lips at the thought of it.
I long to have you whisper in my ear
endearing words uttered in passion's breath.
Those I often dream of hearing ~ ~
Intimate things, spoken in throes of love.
If wishes could quench my thirst for you
I would be eternally drunk on requests.
My hunger well-sated by ardent feasting
upon a banquet of untethered desires.
If only you knew how much I want you,
would it cause you fear and grief?
Or is there a chance you'd be relieved
that I was the one who opened that door?
If you looked deeply into my eyes
and neither of us turned away ~ ~
would you see my fear in confessing my love
and would you wipe away my tears?
Still I wonder ~ ~
What would you do, if only I would tell you
What would you say, if only you knew ~ ~
October 25, 2020 ~
If Only You Knew ~ ~
Sponsor: Silent One ~
How could such a man with diminutive stance,
be the leader of all the armies of France?
A little dictator ruling with a strong arm,
he will be exiled to where he can do no harm.
This leader is considered impetuous and frantic.
He plunged the continent into war like a maniac.
His forces were constantly on the attack.
He is bound for St. Helena in the South Atlantic.
Once overbearing with loquacious vehemence,
this Corsican is now our prisoner with reticence.
Talking to nobody while preferring isolation,
his impulsive military actions ruined his nation.
Although it was for only about a hundred days,
how he regained power was something to amaze.
I have been given orders while anchored out here.
No boats with curiosity seekers shall come near.
He has been handed over to us for his arduous journey.
The HMS Bellerophon is considered unseaworthy.
I have received word that he is now in our hand.
We shall set sail for the south on the Northumberland.
You've heard of me.
You've seen me around.
I nest in cabins, garages, sheds,
Trailer parks, abandoned buildings,
Even on your attic.
I'm not as cuddly as I look,
So don't come near me,
Or dare try to pet me;
You'll get a nasty bite on your finger!
Yes, I'm quite temperamental
And ferocious.
I'm a pest and a half
Who have invaded
almost every habitat you can imagine.
I'm a havoc-wreaker
Who does damage to gardens,
Crops and poultry;
I even knock over trash cans
while scavenging for food.
I hunt both on land and in water,
Munching on insects, fruits, nuts,
Mice, fish, frogs, turtles, etc.
I have gray fur, a ringed tail,
Black stripes on my face,
Long dexterous fingers
That can twist knobs and open doors.
I'm solitary and nocturnal.
I'm a Raccoon.
Date written: 11/14/2021
Like a vulture eating an animal before completely dead
Is the person who picks a person's emotions, psychic til bled
A person filled with inner rage that comes out as passive/agrresive
Corrosion from the inside eating through to surface__ like a crab
Slowly eating its noonday meal
Tormented inwardly tormentor of those close and personal
A harassor of those helpless, sensitive, powerless, dependent
This vulture like person grows fat at other's expense
Using their nettling ways
The vulture goads__teases__just like a cat who plays with its prey
Their vexation is internal they have to have control
They cannot just let life flow
Control gone they become irritable, peevish, queralous, waspish don't come near
For you could be next in line so you better stand in fear
Summer's heat wafts of smoldering fire
When fervor burns white-hot as you come near
To share honey from your tongue's desire
With sensual whispered words to the ear
Through the dusk of day to sighs of the night
The sounds of Summer cause a burning need
To have hope and find such as this delight
Feel a cherished kiss, hungry to proceed
To end as silhouettes on farthest hill
Away from all, with the songs of a bird
And await the sunset's shadows to spill
As day becomes night and change is unheard
Until the sweat from our palms grows absent
The fragrance of love is a wondrous scent
5/29/20 contest Summers Heat
HEARING
Don’t come near me with that tune
You know it will make me cry again
With its sixths, elevenths, thirteenths
All conspiring to take over my brain
Expanding in my head like a balloon
Melody goes wherever it wants to go
That long held note, it does it for me
Leaving those complex chords behind
Holding on with pride to that top C
Together with that touch of tremolo
I also hear the bass line slowly move
An anchor for the notes all in flight
Like a susurration in the open skies
Where every single one does it right
As each has a point they must prove
My heart is lifted as the music swells
And images pervade my open mind
It is a sensation that I cannot control
As if special roles have been assigned
Across new worlds without parallels