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It started with an apple in paradise or was it a date they consumed
Had they kept their clothes off laundry day would have been easier
The smell of seduction and no fake news
Honestly who cares whether it was pure sex or sweet requited love
Darwin had his way and they followed a journey to un-heavenly bliss
Candied peel from a fruit of nibbling temptation
It was a Saturday and procreation their Christian duty to comply
With the rule of nature to mix seeds in fertile pastures of joy
Russian roulette from a gene pool of ancestral relief
I hear you say its the parents’ fault that happiness mutated
Into a warm gun with too many bullets to the beat of a drum
Golden delicious pipped kernels for conquest
Peaceniks taken to task for one simple innocent transgression
A nudist colony abandoned in the name of belligerent arrows
Collateral damage and indiscriminate targets
The story stemmed from every one begetting each other’s brethren
Breathless cohabitation under the watch of place time and poppies
Fig leaves of duty and denuded trees
Kalashnikovs draped on the snake’s slithering sleaze and corruption
Corporates bonking for virginity and testimony of final selection
Dripping deceit like custard on rotten flesh
Under a mushroom cloud hell fire dispenses irrefutable evidence
That the emperor’s garments are ragged down to a lice infested core
Adam and Eve seek asylum in a mental ward
Bedlam bound in shackles to the jester’s snide mocking applause
Psychotropic injections to remedy catatonic results of one violation
Rape pillage and plunder and Satan as a voyeur
Field brothels and comfort women un-sheath prickly pears in disguise
Persimmon dishes out passion steeled in sharp blades of the paring knife
And so we choke on what should have been celestial food
Pious and devoted to whipped cream and second helpings of anger
We feed on desolate fields and irrigate fear suffocation and slaughter
Eves of destruction and her toy boy sheds venom and pain
25th January 2020
The reign of death will last as long as time
when my last fruit changes into wormwood
the death of life is not misunderstood
when candles lit will cause the bells to chime
silent in death's repose lay I disguised
this end will count the minuscule of years
and quell the fear unknown when it appears
from Heaven's Kingdom minds have actualized
no way can I vanquish the time of death
dispenses me as if a rotten gourd
the fear of what's beyond in silence grows
when life cannot sustain the fate of breath
I'll find Charon's ferry and get aboard
the question asked of truth is no one knows
4/6/23 contest I Died
Welcome to Itsy Bitsy Pitsy Ritzy Chitzy planet.
Where the west is run by faeries and elves.
The east is run by those-who-shall-not-be-named.
That’s where crocodiles and sharks live, so stay out of that place!
I slather myself most of the time pretty much to middle earth.
The only danger here is the Voracious Victorious Volcano.
Because it dispenses hot pink lava at noon, daily.
No problem to me. That is when I swim with dolphins.
The dolphin swimming is done for free.
No one spots you, but the whales keep you safe.
They are there too. Blue Dad and Red Mom.
They are not bossy, but make sure everyone stays alive.
Welcome to Itsy Bitsy Pitsy Ritzy Chitzy planet,
There are too many new creatures to speak of.
They are being birthed daily, so here are some guide books.
Come back in an hour, and get new ones. That’s how fast we update.
We are not sure why this planet has constant new species.
The faeries and the giants might have something to do with it.
Here is a Wiccan; she could probably enlighten us too.
Except, I am a bit fearful. She transmogrified me into an elf once.
I nod to her, but she does not see me. She is a bit “off”.
Which is saying a lot because we are all “off” – it is how we got here.
Others do not come to visit, even our amusement park.
Flying pigs are in charge of the funnel cakes. They are marvelous.
Welcome to Itsy Bitsy Pitsy Ritzy Chitzy planet,
A place where misfits are welcome.
Watch out! Someone just got thrown from an airplane.
We do not die here; we are immortal. Another perk.
The new year styles,
Fashions new form --
Dispenses smiles,
Creates bold norms.
We gather round:
Fit life's jigsaw,
Puzzle now grounds
The winter thaw!
The world awakes
To spring time air:
Patchwork of cares,
Buds green and fair.
So, here we tend
To stuff and things
Around the bend
As echoes sing.
The weather's fine
For us right now;
Each plots new lines
That soon endow.
Fate swings and flings
Uncertain poise;
Watch breaks that bring
More or less choice.
Nobody knows
The future now;
Observe what flows,
What fate endows.
Start with faith bold,
Let hope inspire;
Love follows soul
In ice and fire.
Time moves swiftly
With change of pace;
Too soon, briefly,
We lose a trace.
Too soon, too late,
We discern voice;
We die to fate,
Forfeit true choice.
Let blossoms show
What spring can seal;
In vibrant glow,
Feel wise appeal.
Start from your heart
To unleash mind;
With science and art:
Feel love align.
Leon Enriquez
Written: 18 February 2010
Singapore
(16 May 2017)
The Rock is he on whom I rely
there it is the strength of his arms
to hold me up as time travels by
he holds me close away from harms
My Lord is he and high in station
and tender love he freely dispenses
he lifts me up with joys elation
to reach my heart he has broken my fences
Around me has he builded a mansion
at his feet will I worship forever
with Love there is always rooms of expansion
and prove myself faithful to loves endeavor
His foundation is as solid as mountains
within his shelter I am always safe
Words of affection are shed like fountains
who's waters are cool and never chafe
And so anointed with Love I am gifted
I know my soul and lived from it's sources
one who was wretched and mean you have lifted
the words I have spoken among my discourses
To the temple of Love upon chief cornerstone
against this house will come many nations
with so many lovers we are never alone
upon them your wrath will flow with fixation
It is upon the Rock do I stand
I bow before the alter of Love
through it all do you hold my hand
as I worship in temple of God above
sources 1John Eph 2:19-20 2Cor 6:16
Rev 21:10-26 Ps 118:22 Is 28:16
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
**"And his name was Jack"**
No one perceives what abides above the clouds.
A giant, a harp, maybe golden eggs.
I demand to see and feel before I believe.
A castle, a dream…. I want the magic beans!!!
~~~
I'm the daughter of a farmer.
I have a donkey to ride, a story to tell.
“Jack and the Beanstalk” my favorite tale.
Once upon a morbid dawn.
I inhale a tiny simple yawn
Like the morning sun levitating over the farm,
I rise towards the village square to sell my ass
Along the open path, my ass and I desired a drink.
Near the rustic river,
I'd seen an old Englishman, sitting on a log.
It looked as if time was approaching his brink.
In his hand, he had a sack.
A bag, a bag, embroil of ivory and black.
His eyes were not from this ground.
His body fragile - it uttered a moaning sound.
He was of dirt.
I was pure.
He pledged his life to me.
I debated .... with many thoughts,
Although his eyes...
My eyes... Will never meet again.
"I want what's in the bag!"
In a gasp, he whispers,
"I'll give you anything for that ass.
my legs and bones can’t hold up on their own!”
I knelt down to where he sat
Smelling his essence of rot
I reached forward and grabbed his baggage
He griped, "This bag is all I got!"
I answered, "And this sir is a fine ASS!"
He replied, "I have no cash."
Scowling at him, “NO I want your demon seeds!"
My blood grew thin...
Inhaling and exhaling - his sin
The old man all shriveled and timeworn,
Proposed the birthright of the seeds.
"Yes, plant them! Plant them!"
I cried excitedly!
He pats the field.
Said "there I am done,
now clock as it expands"
To breed this story short...
He dispenses his seeds.
AND, I GAVE HIM MY ASS.
BY;PD
“Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence.” — Robert Fripp
“If one does not dance blind, one will fail to see what they feel and without feel, no dance is real. Professional dancers work hard to ensure their thinking is concealed.” --- Poet
To dance, leave the world behind.
To breathe and sway, step away from
descriptions of boy’s and girl’s
dancing roles as overly written.
Enter dimensions where soul senses unfurl.
Be rid of the five senses,
use moves heaven dispenses.
Our souls cry for brains to lose control,
to relax stance and uninhibitedly dance. Thinking
is bound to be caught by a thought that is not dance sought.
Those who rely on only their body’s reply may better dance than
those whose eyes surmise,
ears hear fears,
feel is not real,
nose is posed and/or
taste may abase.
Vibrations fuel the blood, elations pump the heart,
muscles forget where they begin and if they stop.
Jubilance sets a rhythm where no notes are given heed.
Sensations seed the body with an intoxicating feed ~ ~
Arms are floating, flying, winged-
completely marveling
Legs are fluid -
their confidence undisputed;
Bodies are carefree -
completely lost in melody;
Heads and necks feel nimble -
exceptionally kindled;
Feet are agile -
moves uniquely styled.
When one desires to dance,
they must aspire to move
without an earthly stance.
when Jesus steps into broken places
He's carrying forth His mission
when Jesus steps into wounded spaces
He dispenses godly dispositions
The Lamb of God, the Salt of the Earth,
the Prince of Peace
Jesus of Nazareth, Our Redeemer
Who died to give us relief
when Jesus steps into shattered terrains
He becomes our help and our Healer
when Jesus steps into damaged domains
He gives deliverance to believers
The Lamb of God, the Salt of the Earth
The Prince of Peace
Jesus of Nazareth our Redeemer
Who died to give us relief
The Anointed Son, Jesus Our Savior
born to alter our sinful behavior
Pierced, punctured, and perforated
to atone for the sins man had created
and from that dark tomb Jesus arose
the resurrection, a miracle exposed
The Lamb of God, the Salt of the Earth
The Prince of Peace
Jesus of Nazareth our Redeemer
Who died to give us relief
when Jesus steps in,
He turns it all around
when Jesus steps in,
salvation is always found
The Lamb of God, the Salt of the Earth
The Prince of Peace
Jesus of Nazareth, Our Redeemer
Who died to give us relief
Jesus, our help and our healer
He gives deliverance to believers
The Lamb of God, the Salt of the earth
The Prince of Peace
Jesus of Nazareth our Redeemer
Who died to give us relief
How to give.? Why give? In giving we can reach out..Renewal springs from giving..Giving
Is more powerful if from a glad spirit.' In
Fertile increase beleive.' For giving echoes of abundance.' God is truly so.' Rich in all things, both spiritual and physical..Give and reap in the Name above all names, feed the spirits of those you meet, give to
Your animals, speak soothing words to them, open your spirit to God, and He will
Open your spiritual ears and eyes ever more, for He is the source of all that uplifts, He dispenses all that endures in
Goodness, praise Him as you rise, as you
Work.' As you prepare for sleep, let blessings be upon your lips continually
Praise the Lord for He alone is worthy.!
A cowpokes life is a rough one and when he draws his monthly pay,
He mounts his hoss and gallops to town to visit the local cabaret.
He scrubs the manure from his boots and dons a decent pair of jeans,
Hopin' to find some tolerable grub instead of bacon, biscuits and beans!
He spends his days herdin' ornery longhorns and fixin' barbed wire fences,
Ridin' in nasty weather and eatin' dust 'til he nearly loses his senses!
Fer all of this he expects some decent grub at the end of ever' day,
But Cooky dispenses bacon, biscuits and beans the same as yesterday!
Chuck is served up on battered tin plates and tin cups fer slurpin' joe,
And if'n you don't like it, Cooky is mighty quick to tell ya where to go!
The fellers complain to the trail boss but it don't do a damn bit of good.
He tells 'em, "If'n you don't like it here, find yerself another livelihood!"
At the cabaret he's confounded by the chinaware and fancy silverware,
And instead of sittin' on the ground to eat, he sits on a rickety chair!
He consumes a colossal steak with sweet peas and smashed pertaters,
A couple of beers and a salad of onions, lettuce and fresh termaters.
He and his old cayuse slowly meander back to the ranch to hit the hay,
But he'll return to the cabaret next month when he collects his meager pay.
He savored his scrumptious meal of countless calories and proteins,
'Cause he knows that tomorrow he'll be eatin' bacon, biscuits and beans!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired