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This is the second in a trilogy of football poems.All the need to be read to get the full story.
Now they've lost in the playoffs
It makes me want to cry
But they'll win next year
It's then they'll do or die
This team is full of talent
You can't keep it down for long
they'll be back with a vengance
For they will write this wrong
The quarterback still awesome
None like him came before
More wins then any rookie
Next year he'll wipe the floor
You can take it to the bank
For this is no darn lie
To the Superbowl they're bound
It's there they'll do or die
You see my faith is solid
This team is due much more
To the Superbowl they're bound
Number five is at the door
I talk to you again
When they have won the Bowl
I'll tell you how we made it
Plus who you should console
Something Wrong
Don't mean to startle
Or sound the alarm
But the way the world is these days
I think there's something wrong
We're fighting over here
They're fighting over there
In fact the more I look at it
There's fighting everywhere
While people beg for love
While people pray for peace
Until we learn to get along
We'll have none of these
When we continually set the blame
On the other side
With ignorance we dig our graves
In this losing game of do or die
It's coming to a head
This clashing of the wills
I'm afraid that our mistakes
Will be the cup of justice spilled
I don't mean to startle all of you
Or sound the alarm on what we do
But if you take a minute or two
I think you'll see it too
There is definitely something wrong...
When I come back I will be a gibbon.
Leaping and bounding from trees,
Swinging and laughing, enjoying my long arms,
Loving my life, my arms like long ribbons.
I will make friends with red howler monkeys,
When they migrate to Asia, where I live. Why?
Because they are ridiculously cute, and I love the
Way they use their tail like another arm, do or die!
Or I might come back as a colobus monkey, because
I really love swinging in trees! They stay up there
No matter what, during rain, and not so gentle breeze.
No wait, I will be an orangutan, living on Borneo.
I like fruit, and I do so much love the idea of this, so!
Unless I can be a chimpanzee, when I come back, or a gorilla.
There are so many choices, and I might even be a man, a simple fella.
The times of forewarnings whereby recipients within close proximity of retiring may have to keep on working as a possible solution and thereby embolden the faltering and weakening future, and the eventual collaspe of the Social Security System that fundings will be depleted and thereby deny Americans their blankets of secured perpetuity.
Based upon the timings of the DC's outcry and imminent danger of the Social Security's abilities to stay above water and to maintain a stalwart opportunity without deviating needed resources to accommodate the lacking. The numbers of retirees have stabilized, meaning that less people were retiring.
The effects that the government had enforced on Social Security, changing its parameters and basic concepts and ideology of exacting quantum knowledge -- later is better.
Eureka, it worked. Social Security may not be fully secured, but numbers have proven the buffers are laxed enough to accommodate the retirees who are presently those who waited and this happens to be their retirement that they had put off till later, becomes their now for they could have been first in queue seeing the changes, and becoming the better you, the adherant crowd who off retirement for later. This product of revamping the system of "do or die", frightening outlook. Message loud and clear, that initial phrase was to get the truth matter methodlogy was the phrase, "Later is Better."
The massive campaigns put forward concerning America's Social Security System ensuring all Americans, particularly the wrokers of America, and a special message to those close to retirement: Your check will be in the mail or deposited in your Financial Institution, Well-earned, RETIREE.
The earth opens its hungry gut looking at us
The earth opens its craving gut laughing at us
The heat is twirling meticulously in the dust
And big eyes are popping out of the sky
with an appetite that says do or die
The earth is yearning and munching at its gum
Sweet tooth sweet corn rising from the bottomless pit
And a solemn appetite mingled with a desire that is unfit
The inner core burns with lust and a strange desire
you cannot trust creeps slowly upon us
As the heat burns the outer crust vibrate
and the trees struggle to hold their gravity
and the animals run for safety
I begin my journey looking for food
I pass through village and town chopping down trees
And digging up ground
catapulting houses all around
My search for food takes me round and around
My search for food pulls down cities and towns
Every time you walk upon the earth,
You come in contact with spirits and dirt
Someone had occupied that rigid spot
Someone made that deadly shot
Though the dust remains on the earth,
Their spirit and soul live inside the outer crust
You might weep and mourn their memories,
or build a giant memorial in the sky but the flesh
will never come alive again ,
The earth is where it all began
with the sordid penitence of man
Speaking to mankind’s conscience
The memories of yesterday hang on fallen trees
Holding chunks of earth in its roots
and walking around in water boots
You cannot replace the fleeting time
And hold memories that are divine
It’s you and me that is walking in the middle of the sea
It is you and me that is yearning for victory
The life in you still remains strong,
And the passing of time cannot be framed.
The good or bad that you do,
have their appointments in the sun, wind and the rain
While you celebrate the gift of life many more will have to die
The earth is a reminder that mankind must pay the sacrifice
I walked the earth for a year without shoes
and I could feel the pressure when I step on the ground
The bile is bubbling up in my gut
And the saliva in my mouth tastes bitter
The earth with cracks and holes
and giant size tectonic plates
Are waiting patiently at the gate
Take the narrow road through the village
and cross over the river.
The earth will regurgitate.
"Birds of Prey"
flights of fancy
forget freedom
has its price
a dance of
do or die
bluebirds
in Sing Sing mode
learn to pray
just as owls
and eagles
never surrender
a dance of
do or die
blue birds
become phoenix
above the fray
lit by light
carried on the back
of Frey
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Lux Vitae.
"The bluebird carries the sky on his back."
Henry David Thoreau
"It chanced one day that Freyr
had gone to Hlidskjálf,
and gazed over all the world;
but when he looked over
into the northern region,
he saw on an estate,
a house great and fair.
And toward this house
went a woman;
when she raised her hands
and opened the door before her,
brightness gleamed from her hands,
both over sky and sea,
and all the worlds
were illumined of her."
Frey. meaning, Scandinavian.
Frey. Meaning, German.
Fray (noun).
Britannica dictionary
Pray.
Prey.
5/12/17
Very few like I
You either tell the truth or lie
It was do or die
So why go by suicide
When you could either keep or lose your life
During daylight or through the night
First the sun then the moon would rise
Above and below sewage pipes
Filled with human poop and flies
Somewhere around two forty five
Girl gave me a chance, so I showed her that I can scuba dive
It was now voodoo time
Never again want to hear you boohoo and whine
Up and down hills, the tires continuing to move and slide
While I cruise and drive
Get out the glue and try
You'll find out in the end who is right
By: Dalton Ogletree
I am walking down the street in the sweltering heat, water is dripping from my face and perspiration is oozing out of my skin and flooding the dry places, the reservoir has run dry and there is no sign of rain clouds in the pregnant skies, the fires are running wild and the furnest is touching the sky.
The dry spell is coming to town and the heat is spreading all around; stay indoors if you don’t know what to do and make sure you have a comfortable pair of shoe. Look across the wilderness, hell fire is burning the village down and people are running around, the stubborn trees are falling and the elderly women are weeping.
The fire is purging the woodland, burning animals, insect and disease that lurks in the forest from the inception of time, rat mongoose and lion cubs all perish in the fire before the heat dies down. The fire has touches everything and the people have to face their sins and the village women that escape the tragedy roll in the ground and cry out to the deity for saving their skins.
Charred bodies kissing with the tress and grown men on bended knees, proposing burn to crisp before the day was done. And the bones of animals on the ground tell you where they were at before the heat began to scorch their hats, some people jumped off the mountain cliff when the heat turned the corner; oh what natural disaster brought the dry spell to the town.
A strange phenomena took the people by surprise spilling the sweltering heat around and purifying everything on the ground; such is the order of life when it takes you on a conscious ride, you make all the sacrifice. You must either do or die when you are backed up into a corner, but the heat will pull you out on time and you will know what to do for the divine; the sweltering heat is moving around the town, the sweltering heat is disrupting my heart beat, the sweltering heat is burning passion to the ground, can you feel the heat?
As I take a look back, I look back what my life was
to what it became and only I can stop the rain
yeah dats my M.O. and trust me these poems
ain't nothin but a lyrical masterpiece
so to me it's my poetic memo
so dats what iz, and I been sanctified lyrically
to unify, be a role model to these teens thats
thinking bout suicide and I'm done choosing sides
so my mental is like do or die, who am I
I'm dat street corner dat these street pharmaceutical
thugs, gang banga's hugged when this world became too much
but honestly it's never enough and hate is everywhere
love used to be ain't nobody trying to overcome
it just looks like slavery and civil rights woke up
from extinction, the smell, stench, and resdue
the devil left still resides on the hemisphere
but who really cares anymore it's all about
making it threw the storm and lyrically
August 2004 a poet was born so in memory of the late
great Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. so will I take my throne
raise up every lost soul till the good Lord carries me home
in the same manner Jesus left so thats why I keep my
right fist in the sky and beat on my chest
the word of GOD resides in my left breast
MY LIFE AND I’M LIVING HIGH—
I’m just traveling down life highways;
Made many bad choices;
Listened to all of the wrong voices;
And my reply was;
It wasn’t me at all;
So I do or die Lord;
Oh!, so I choose to live so
Now it’s my life and I’m living high;
And I no longer want to be that guy
It’s my life and I’m living high;
I need help from God so that I can get by;
It’s a time in my life when I thought I knew it all;
A time when I’ve got but then just drop the ball;
A time when walking I wasn’t right wandering blind folded;
Always in trouble always beholden;
Oh!, so I choose to live so
Now it’s my life and I’m living high;
And I no longer want to be that guy
It’s my life and I’m living high;
I need help from God so that I can get by;
Yet I live and I cry
So I stop to look then I try
As I pick up the pieces of my life
I rise again… I rise on
Now it’s my life and I’m living high;
And I no longer want to be that guy
It’s my life and I’m living high;
I need help from God so that I can get by
6/15/74
Written words by James Edward Lee
& arranged music Micheal Block©1974, 2019
From demo album “The World May End Tomorrow”