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The sun has risen and the dews no more
On grass. Birds are singing, farmers working,
Housewives cooking and beggars on the door.
Seeing unknown people, dogs are barking
And the naughty boys playing in the field
Fleeing from school. Newsreaders are reading
Warnews on TV and showing people killed
By air-attack. Some people are bidding
Farewell to someone with their cry and tears;
Some are welcoming the newborn with smile.
Someone proudly denies God, someone fears
Him with love. Leaders are like crocodile
Are dealing with men. Who are in this time
Recollecting me and my fiery rhyme?
I’m restless and hurried and hate to waste time
except at a movie or dealing with rhyme!
And nothing I’m thinking of wastes my time more
than driving in traffic; it’s one big fat bore.
So I have developed some skills of my own.
Here’s one thing I do that not all would condone
when I’m stuck at a left turn, not wanting to wait
behind a long line of cars making me late:
If on that corner, I spy a gas station,
I pull in there (though it’s not my destination).
By making my turn from that spot’s lot instead,
I rarely lose time, and in fact, I’m ahead!
And if on the freeway I happen to see
the traffic I’m in is a big mess to me,
and it keeps getting slower, I get myself OUT.
I take the next exit, just changing my route!
I always am looking ahead on the street
to figure out conflicts that I’m going to meet.
A train up ahead? Then I U-turn and find
a new way! That waiting just taxes my mind!
Those U-turns are awesome! I use them a lot
to get myself out of a really tight spot!
I’m not always sure about U-turning laws,
And so I use caution with those, just because!
I doubt I break too many laws with all this.
If I do, please don’t tell me. Not knowing is bliss.
I’m restless and hurried; a long-time survivor -
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For Paula Swanson's "If You Build It They Will Miss Use It" Contest
Decisions
Once again the day has come and gone
So many things still left undone
Waiting for that right someone
Hoping he hasn’t come and gone
Wanting to be independent and free
All the while the thought scares me
Thoughts keep floating through my head
At times i don’t want to get out of bed
Needing to make it on my own
Wanting to prove that I am all grown
Breaking free is hard to do
Don’t want to disappoint you
I see the fear in your eye
Your little girl is trying to fly
You’re scared that i’ll leave you
But know I will always need you
Now it’s my time
To see how high i can climb
I know i can do it
Your love helps me through it
Don’t want you to you think i’m running away
For back to you i’ll always sway
You helped me grow and help me learn
But now it is my turn
Because of your i’ll never sink
You taught me how to swim
I’ll always have you
This is just something i have to do
Spread my wings and leave the nest
You’ll be a big part of the rest
It’s the circle of life
Dealing with all this strife
Right now i won’t bend
It’ll come in the end
Feeling like I am left behind
These last few years been in a bind
Wanting freedom but needing you
So unsure of what to do
Knowing i should take this chance
Not quite knowing how to dance
In the end just make it up
Learning it’s part of life to screw up
I’m still afraid to make mistakes
Knowing sometimes that what it takes
Knowing life may not be easy
At times not fun or breezy
But in the light of a new day
Everything’s clear all the way
I know what i have to do
Even though in some ways it may hurt you
But i’ll say it again like i did before
I’ll always have an open door
I hope you’ll use it
I know you’ll come through it
I’ll only be a call away
If you need me in any way
Remember this isn’t goodbye
Only something i must try
People
By Michelle Morris
28/08/2021
There are people we meet in life who we remember, always, with love and light;
Where you each move on through your own time and space,
And you sometimes check in to see that they're okay;
But we still drift on at the end of the day,
As we navigate our paths through destiny and fate...
But you never consider that one day they'll be gone...
For good...
Forever...
Gone...
And just like that, it's like a mourning song...
But still, life goes on and people survive their traumas,
Each dealing with things in their own sense of wonder;
And we try to hold on to the precious memories of the past -
The love, joys and triumphs overcoming the dark...
And yet, there are those people we meet in life who we remember, always, with love and light;
And no matter the time or space or dimension,
They stay part of your soul, beyond any comprehension...
© Michelle Morris, 2021
Albert Einstein was renowned as the greatest scientist of the 20th century.
In fact one of the greatest scientists in history but though he was a brilliant scientist he was not perfect. He was a flawed human being like the rest of us.
He was not only responsible for developing the theory of general relativity but advancing the law of photoelectric effect.
This won him the Nobel Prize and he became the physicist elect.
He contributed much to the philosophy of science and today many on his theories are still reliant, but as a husband and father he miserably failed.
He seemed most uninterested in what it entailed.
His oldest son once said the only thing Einstein ever gave up on was him.
He married twice but they were both filled with cares,
For Einstein preferred to have simple short affairs.
Though his personal life was a shambles, as a scientist no one held a candle to this little man whose brilliance out shown any and all other scientists known.
But in this instance Einstein was not alone for through history it has been shown that most geniuses have trouble dealing with people.
John Stachel once said ,"Too much of an idol was made of Einstein. He was not an idol he was just a human being and that is much more interesting."
before we can sustain any type of relationships in this life
we need to have the right relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ
Jesus said that the first commandment is to love the Lord
and the second is to love thy neighbor with the same accord
but the problem is when it comes to love some African- americans don't have a clue
as a people of color we're dealing with racism and PTSS too
Post Traumatic Slavery Syndrome has on my people taken a toll
as we don't know how to love nor how to achieve that goal
Black on Black crime occurs more than any other criminal stat
as it's about taught behavior and how to life we react
we were enslaved, we were degraded, we were never shown how to love
is it a wonder that as a people we have difficulty in rising above?
we need to reorientate our thinking about those things
that symbolize trouble and strife
to look past society's stereotypical words that have affected our lives
black ice, black cat, black magic, dark horse and of course black ball
just because we are Black we don't have to perpetrate
the self-hatred into which we're apt to fall
we need to love to love ourselves and not look for validation in designer garbs
we need to love to love ourselves and realize we're all images of God
we don't need to measure our worth in terms of what society deems
we're children of the Most High God and by the blood we've been redeemed
it was a Black man named Simon who assisted Jesus with His cross to Calvary
and a Black man named Barak Obama now holds the office of the USA Presidency
we need to learn to love ourselves just for who and what we are
just like the Lord God loved us from the very start
so let go of the rage, let go of the hate and let go of that age old grudge
forgive as Jesus forgave those who tormented Him and spilled His blood
no longer to be angry, no longer to be mad and no longer to feel rejected
moving forward in God's grace knowing that your're wanted, loved and respected
learn to love yourself and then your love for God
and your neighbor will come through
learn to love yourself with a positive mindset
and an outlook on life that's brand new
Much of what US Envoy said,
Had he been wise, would not have said,
For, boomerang-like back such words do head.
When it comes to ‘murder for hire’,
No nation than US scores higher.
It backs Canada’s claims at once
Based merely on ‘intelligence’
Not at all on hard evidence.
He even talked of (what pity!)
India’s accountability,
It’s like devil quoting scriptures,
And (holy grail), passing strictures!
When it comes to cloak and dagger business--
Out in public domain (though they’d never confess),
The world knows with much amusement
Of its dirty tricks department
That has shown more dagger than cloak,
(Such was in action a CIA bloke)
In dealing with targets world over,
And Fidel Castro, Cuban leader.
Too well known and blown in error
Be CIA’s comedy of terror.
A cigar poisoned with a toxin
That when lit, off would blow within,
A fungi-infested scuba suit,
Or poisoned conch shell under his foot,
But why, oh why those that reside
In glass houses, fail to abide
By some common sense as discretion goes,
I know not, nor know if heaven knows!
But Castro died by natural causes at ninety,
And CIA lives sans accountability.
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Happenings |26.10.2024| USA, satire
Poet’s note: We know of a cat that after killing scores of mice decides to go for a pilgrimage in penitence. The difference is that this US cat neither goes for pilgrimage nor is in penitence. World knows of their project codenamed Executive Action spanning eight US presidencies when CIA made no fewer than 638 bungled attempts to terminate the Cuban leader. The irony is: they still do not miss any opportunity to pontificate the world on what others should do. This piece wonders if they (living in a glass house) should throw any stones at others.
Our government instills fear in all of us.
You can't deny the fear you feel when dealing with the IRS.
We fear our government because against it we feel powerless,
but all governments worldwide fear one fear most greatest,
and that's when government receives a message that opens with,
"Greetings From ANONYMOUS"
that's when governments defecate a brick.
*
We Are ANONYMOUS
We Are Legion
We Do Not Forgive Or Forget
Crimes Against Humanity And Treason.
We Do Not Rest, We Are Relentless,
We Fight For Freedom, Truth, Justice
And The Pursuit Of Happiness.
We Are ANONYMOUS
We Do Not Tolerate The Unjust
We Will Not Be Suppressed,
Expect Us
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I've had cats for all my life,
Can't seem to do without one;
Mischievous and filled with love,
Curious, coy and winsome.
Gentle, quiet, patient things,
They try hard not to bother;
But when they think you now have time,
They're in your face and cover,
Your book or papers or whatever,
You are trying to read,
"You're still at last so pet me now,
You really must concede;
For you've ignored me all day long,
And all day I've waited,
Now cuddle me and scratch my head,
And I will be elated."
They seem so self sufficient,
So quiet and aloof,
But they really long to snuggle,
And be close to us in truth.
To me a cat is such a love,
That when all's said and done,
You really need one in the house,
It's just not home without one.
Judy Ball
And when a cat really loves you they bring you "wonderful gifts" and lay them at your feet.
Usually something they caught and killed but it's a gift of love none the less.
Mine brings me dead mice and birds. (gross)
But he does this because he loves me and wants to give me something nice.
To him, that's nice.
You gotta figure on the mentality you're dealing with.
He's a cat!
A Life Hit
ThIt was a life hit,
A one after the other:
For first, there was the coma,
And just the idea of it
To struggle with, but then,
Afterwards my eyesight smudged
Spaces, altered them, imposed
Textures, shapes and colors.
This was diagnosed
(A complication from my coma)
As Charles Bonnet syndrome.
Hmmm...
Tough call for an artist —
Already dealing with proliferative
retinopathy, and its dozen laser
eye treatments nearly destroying
all peripheral vision —
Poor fellow, Charles,
Having such a legacy, a hard hit;
It challenged me to need
To learn to draw all over again,
Like a child turning the pages
Of instruction books.
When
I drew portraits, I’d put in three
Eyes and not see it until told.
Actually
There came quite much laughing
At the perceptions from the hit,
Which involve voids in vision —
Something the brain will not
Accept and so it fills in, often
Humorously (I’d say) —
Hmmm...
Funny brain. I’ll never forget
One day, re-learning to draw dogs
And after staring at photos
Of pups for more than an hour,
How I looked up from my sketches
To watch the news,
Only to see every newscaster
And interviewed expert now
Had a long, hairy muzzle
And floppy ears.
Hmmm...
Finally a life hit
That could go with a bucket of
buttered popcorn.
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(c) sally young Eslinger 5/2021
Thanks be to God