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This is undoubtedly my favourite one
the number of all numbers twenty-seven
so often it's meant so very much to me
a blessed number sent down from heaven
Firstly I was born upon that date
on the twenty-seventh December 1953
the day God brought me into the world
this day never be forgotten in my history
In my great love for God's holy scriptures,
my favourite Psalm is 27 without a doubt
telling of the fact that God is my salvation
believing on Jesus and His gospel I shout
Daniel is no 27 in the Bible's list of books
my fav story is Daniels escape in lion's den
for God rescued him for Daniel had real trust
knowing his saviour would be his true friend
Now been married for nearly 30 years
wed on 27th April 1990 to lovely Christine
another date etched in the memory of time
a very special day my mind upon to lean
So the number 27 to me is special
very often being providential in my days
makes one very thankful on its effect
to my God who faithfully with me stays
Online:Profile
(LIE): "Hi! I am a single man, Bachelor clean shaven not even a mustache"
Truth: I'm a cheat, dirty soiled minimal waged job go-tee liken a cat or muskrat
(LIE): Born in Saint Louis Missouri Own my Marketing Company
Truth: Birth in Caviler, Mississippi 2 generation catfish fisherman, got 2 girlfriends one I call my wife;
Have a total of 6 children (one's belongs to the mid wife);
(LIE): Live in a Town home paid for has 4 Bedrooms, Library, Den 5 baths;
Truth: I live in the what we call the bottoms in a shack;
(LIE): 28 Years old
Truth: 57 man that's bold your youngest girlfriend 20
(LIE): Picture posted Clean shaven, Good looking chiseled chin handsome neat trimmed hair
Truth: Such a old intended man with a mustache liken a 1920 criminal whisker like barbels around the mouth only got 3 teeth at bottom of his mouth
Looking like some crazy big-eyed Catfish a freshwater or marine fish with,
typically bottom-dwelling.
In reality I am not the picture posted, I'm not that good looking really
The cat fishing getting better and better fishing the Mississippi River,
far below its normal level
(LIE):Let's meet at a private(public) placement go on a date
Signed: Austen Daniels
Truth: My name is Alan Dunes Jr.
…...........“And I ain't got nothing but trouble for you we're gonna hook up on
Jerry Springer”
GIRLFRIEND,Ya just been...........
CATFISHED
05/12/18
Catfish - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Catie Lindsey
The Construct of an Essence Forming
Collaborative custodians of remuneration for the poor
Commemorative symposiums on humans need for wanting more
Symbols of ancient mystery drawn upon cave walls
Thimbles of fragrant misery born from what a man recalls
A nieche in the marketplace, an advertisement that lies
A piece of someone’s face falling plastic from their eyes
The grief of the replaced calling out for compromise
Attitudes of servitude that call for investigation
Gratitude for the interludes that fall for the relief of compensation
Exactitude that can only conclude to stall the consternation
Platitudes that are borderline rude based on weak configurations
Instantaneous satisfaction born from greed and lust
Sub-cutaneous mathematical fractions that only scientists trust
Spontaneous interactions that are based on sense and must
Contemporaneous fine contractions that are born from the modes of break and bust
An ethical integrity that cannot be mistaken
Umbilical propensity that will not be mis-shapen
Ventriloquist alarmists miming political ideals
Soliloquies, pharmacists, timing hypocritical appeals
Contrite sensibility coming from a place of inherent goodness
Finite possibilities running the race of concurrent couldness
Hematite magnifications of ions colliding for war
Israelite pontifications of lions at the gates of Daniels door
Cocophonies of entropy expanding out through space
Topographies and symphonies sounding with an air of grace
Corroborrees and ancient trees expressing wisdom from a race
Soliloquies and poetry forming from a lifetime of disgrace
The basic convalescence of a soul pure as white
The corrupt adolescence as the whole begins to fight
The abrupt incandescence of a goal reaching the light
The construct of the essence of a mould in pure delight
Copywrite 2023 Elizabeth Morozl
That spot up on the ceiling
Circles in a Jack Daniels inspired dance
That warm wetness I am feeling
Indicates I wet my pants
The digital numbers on the clock
Are too blurry for me to see
I get intoxicated every night
Ever since my wife left me
She didn’t leave me for another man
Or to set out on her own
Her cloths still hang in the bedroom closet
Her voice answers the machine on the phone
The bartender now knows my name
Ever since that fretful night
When the last time she closed her eyes
And gave up the cancerous fight
She was always the strong one
That the kids could rely on
If one of us was to leave too soon
I was supposed to be the one
I prayed to the gods above
To let me take her place
A world without her in it
Is something I cannot face
I know she would not be proud of me
This drunkard I’ve become
But without her standing by my side
My world has come undone
That spot continues to circle
And on it I try to concentrate
So perhaps for just one minute
I can forget this life I hate
NOTE: This poem is pure fiction. I don't know how this found a place in my head, it was just there when I went looking for a poem. Now, I must go find a more uplifting and happy poem to counteract this downer.
A room filled with sadness
Standing alone in a room filled with sadness
Photograph smiles in a frame on the shelf
Ashtrays are filled with a death wish still breathing
Lighting another in spite of myself
A hand full of pills and a glass of Jack Daniels
The tube shows a movie, Bogart and Bacall
Through heavy eyes, I am still thinking of you
Only the floor there to meet as I fall
When on the door comes a knock unexpected
Shattering plans that I must put on hold
Closing one eye as I look through the peep hole
A shadowy figure is there in the cold
Twisting the lock and then turning the handle
Chilled is the blast that runs into my face
There I find death with his sickle untarnished
Needless to say my sad heart starts to race
“What are you doing, you can’t be that stupid
It’s not your time for this world to depart
Just for some girl who has left you here crying
Wanting to die for a damn broken heart”
I stopped and I thought as I heard this thing speaking
Then shoved my finger inside of its chest
“I’ll do as I please you know not what you’re saying
It’s my time to go and I think it is best”
“God what a loser, oh wait, I meant Satan
Fine, suit your self, we’ve a place you can lie
Swallow those pills but I’ll take that Jack Daniels
I will get thirsty while watching you die”
I thought of us and what I would be leaving
How much it hurt you had found someone new
Then of my heart that was shattered in pieces
The sound of your voice when you shouted, “we’re through”
That you are happy with some other poet
How every scar of my life has now bled
Why would I want to give you satisfaction
Knowing you’d smile when you heard I was dead
Then like a bolt or a light bulb exploding
Came a decision as clear as a bell
I’ll stick around in this room filled with sadness
It’s got to be worse than that place he calls hell
This is one of two poems I have written for John Hamilton’s Lost Love poetry contest, but haven’t decided which I will enter. I will post the other in a little while. : )
On graduation day you put your saddle shoes away.
You took a naked walk through the garden till you got to the pool.
You had Vivaldi on steroids, Monet on cocaine.
You’re not Mother Theresa. No need to explain.
You smelt iron ore, limestone, and coke in your open-hearth heart.
Staying true to your infidelities is a heritage art.
Let us sit by the fire pit and burn some fat wood,
Making jests while the gods are at play in the forest around us.
Then I’ll sample your cocktail, while you’re sipping mine.
You like my Jack Daniels. Your Pepsi tastes fine.
I’m playing hooky in the Hollywood hills where aristocrats play,
On the first wicked day of summer with Lana Del Rey.
His lips kiss the tip
Of the beer bottle
Like he’s kissing the most attractive woman on earth.
But this isn’t his only lover.
His lovers are Bacardi,1800s,Hennessy,Jack Daniels,Buchanan’s
And the list goes on.
He continues being involved with his lovers,
At the huge risk of losing everything he claims to love.
He doesn’t care anymore.
How can such infidelity ruin a person.
He’s letting such lovers, drown him in his ocean of madness and desire.
His family sees a desperate alcoholic in need of help
He doesn’t see that, the man that reflects on the mirror
with eye bags and a grown out beard
Is a man living the beautiful anthem of life.
And he never wants the anthem to stop playing...
T.H
Enjoying the kaleidoscopic view,
As the sky changes to a brilliant hue,
Songbirds fly across the clouds to their home,
As the azure becomes a salmon dome,
Tangerine sun recedes slow from the scene,
Entering demurely is the night queen,
What a sight to behold is this sunset!
Nothing's more kaleidoscopic as yet!
At times, it sprays magenta-colored skies
exploding artistry that causes sighs
and launches blasts of pinks entwined with gold-
as sunsets fashion fireworks to behold.
There's something great about a day that's done;
Each sunset paves a path to morning's sun;
Kaleidoscopic-like- it paints a slate;
inspires to welcome in the new day's fate.
April 30, 2023
Contest: Collab With Jo
Sponsor: Joanna Daniels
10 syllables per line
RZ HMS
The weary sailors were lost at sea,
Hoping to find a guiding light,
Wondering if they would survive this misery,
And escape their stormy plight;
But the mighty waves would not relent,
And roared like thunder through the night,
The ship was tossed with fierce intent,
The sea was showing them its might;
The wind was blowing against them,
And the sailors did not give up their fight,
But they forgot their captain was at the helm,
Who had noticed a beacon shining bright;
The lighthouse was but a speck in the storm,
While turbulent waves gave a sure fright,
Still, far, they could see an island form,
And to them, it was the most beautiful sight;
The captain whistled and steered the ship,
The sailors encouraged, held on tight,
Together, they did not let their vessel flip,
As they reached the island safe alright.
~~
7/15/17
Acknowledgements:
My thanks and appreciation to Jo for doing this
collaboration with me. Jo, it was a pleasure working with you.
she is alive dreaming
limbs like serpents growing
an embryonic adult on board sprawling
spawned
learning
she escaped a naked bed
her art stolen into law school
time decorates her shoulder
clocks tickling ticking
….
decorate her shoulder
always time and numbers
nipple oozes round innocence
lost are all her paintings past lives
her naked bed cold
canvasses half complete
entangled her limbs outlined in
blue
she dreams an illusionary future
in silk and law books
she
sleeps
awake
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Art piece : She is Sleeping : Iqraa Daniels
Oil on Board :30cmx41cm
Date: 2014
Style: Expressionism
Genre: Nude
Source : Private :
Pic at website : ghairodanielspresence.WordPress.com
Blog post : She is Sleeping :27/3/26