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In Jan, nineteen thirty-three, there was man called Mick Malloy
At the time he was an alcoholic and a poor homeless boy.
A young Irish fire-fighter out of work
He left his home in Donegal - to find some in New York.
He fell in with five real bad men
Who wanted to cause murder back then.
Poor Mick they had him in their sights
An insurance fraud, they brought to light.
They signed three life policies on Mick
Now they had to kill him quick.
Unlimited credit in a speakeasy, they gave him
To drink himself to death-they went out on a limb.
Although he drank all day long
His life it just seemed to prolong
They switched to antifreeze instead
Expecting Mick to wake up dead.
With turpentine they then did tempt
But no success, so they switched to horse liniment.
Finally a drink of rat poison, they gave the poor lad
But Mick never ever seemed to get bad.
They tried oysters, then methanol.
Bad sardines, poison and carpet tacks
But poor old Mick swallowed the lot,
And still poor Mick kept coming back.
The five would be murderers were baffled
Poor Mick just would not die
The murder trust then knew,
something else they would have to try.
One night poor Mick unconscious, they stripped him and carried him out
In minus fourteen degrees,naked, not wearing a single clout.
Threw five gallons of water on him, to make sure that he would freeze
Poor Mick returned the next without even a cough or sneeze.
Mick returned the next day to order himself a drink
The men were getting desperate they really had to think.
Next they hit him with a taxi and broke lots of poor Mick’s bones
But he had three weeks in hospital, then they sent him home.
The gang had thought that Mick was dead
But when they tried to claim, poor Mick returned once more
And kept on his drinking game.
In desperation in February, in fact on the twenty second
They waited for Mick to collapse, then gassed him in a second
A pipe they pushed into his throat and now poor Mick was gone.
The gang did not win even then, no not a single one.
They squabbled and were caught and to Sing Sing them they did send
Four to be fried on the electric chair what a sizzling end
The fifth was sent to prison, which didn’t seem quite fair.
He somehow managed to escape, Sing Sings electric chair
Poor Mick Malloy has been long gone, but will not be forgotten
Just remember to watch your friends though; you never know who’s rotten.
Why me father/daughter relationship
important to this papa
Fourteen and a half years
since death of mother (mine),
nary one iota of communication
in general and compassion
in particular while
she lived, now wears
heavy and yokes
mantle fostering tears
indirectly sabotaging rapport
with eldest daughter
futility doth arise uttering
feeble secular prayers,
cuz interaction with mother,
whose vehemence more
deafening than banshee killdeers
exceeding threshold of
decibels tolerable these ears.
Now comeuppance came
full family circle, yes
that's her within picture frame,
when young, innocent, and beautiful,
decades before terminal
illness rendered her
incapacitated and lame.
Her second of
three born offspring,
and yours truly
that singular boy
figuratively tethered himself
to her apron strings,
which near omnipotent
biochemical bond her
rancor would destroy,
when lonesome son
failed to employ
purported adult responsibilities
solitary without any
even one homeboy
never knowing how
to maximize potential
rather totally tubular at loss
advantageously to deploy
supposed ducks in a row
always imp pond
durable feeling cast ahoy
shore lee within alien nation,
whereby village people
observe an exceptionally
unresponsive immovable
lad - qua zee decoy
analogous to stonewall,
albeit socially withdrawn
emotionally, physically,
and socially retracting
exhibiting no joy,
nor any audible,
tactile or visible life
stockstill like an
abandoned broken toy.
Silence spoke volumes mainly
I don't wanna be alive
antithetical to that basic
instinct to survive
protestations arose deliberately
minus figurative parachute,
I took kamikaze nosedive
a couple years after two times five
orbitz astride planet Earth
ne'er did amity, comity,
fraternity ever jive,
nope not even pleasant hello
would fake deaf/mute contrive
interaction between kith and kin
affection toward parents
and siblings (two sisters,
not twisted) I did deprive,
whence fast forward decades later,
a metaphorical wedge would drive
roughshod o'er kinship,
when fatherhood did arrive
though "star student" did connive
him (me) to test discomfort zones,
yet more often than not inclusive
integration abandoned among
linkedin with kindling explosive
smoldering volcano found
wicked volatility expressive.
Because sin death entered in is for sure a marry heart does good like a cure Good news for men like a new leaf fallen from a tree now a dying spirit a fading leaf the Glorious cross a promise kept from the time Eve wept He is our life from Adam to the One healing enter in the only begotten Son dwelling in the Light only He is He was and is to come The only wise true Living God conquerer of all evil the Amen It is done "The first and the last, which was dead, and is alive" Heals by believing He forgiveth all your sins heals all you diseases His grace keeps us from plagues those written and those not as far as east to west the Lamb of God the Lamb without spot has taking away our sins with the shedding of His blood Writes His laws on upon our hearts our sins remembering not The sins of all He bore upon the tree causing are sins to return unto thee Rose again on third day the Justified doing away with our body of sin and death all points as we yet He is without sin pleading to the sinners enter in the Day spring on High the True Prophet Priest and King Here is wisdom Honor Jesus Lord of lords King of kings the Lord our God King Garments of praise alpha and omega the first the Last the same Granting repentance forgiveness of your sins in Your name The Lord Jesus The name above all names our all in all our sins separated us from Him that giveth Life to all Now by faith we have been grafted in Jesus the tree of life Us with His own self He adorned clothing us in righteousness and salvation Lambs wife married none other than Jesus our great physician
Larghissimo
very slowly; slower than largo Capsaicin
protect the legs of cowboys while
riding horses and when walking
through rough landscapes. Leather
is a thick and durable material
that is hard to penetrate
may want to use incognito
to keep their personal life
separate from their professional life
A way of expressing the number of times
when it seems we are trailing along without
the others need to wish to be victorious
Scruffy, tough with an eagerness to succeed
pending the way my partner feels
my over functioning has caused me to resent
my current condition even though still respect
the person I have partnered with
Seeing so I stepped aside one night
to allow this person to shine
we forwent our collaborated partnership
to allow him to showcase his talents
against the best in the World
It was said that the person to dethrone this guy
would be seen as one of the greatest competitor
I lacked the support to full grasp my situation
and put his needs first
opportunity had past me by
but luck ws my fortune
as he had to forfeit due to the same
issues we had before
I was allowed to challenge even though
our partnership was stable
it would be a championship contest
that both promotion and fanbase would ask
to keep it way above the line
and show the worlds how great a championship contest could be
I wore my chaps and mask
and promised if I won I would unselfishly
demask and show the world who there champion is
unlike my partner who would be my challenge
I stood to lose might I gain
The match was for him to forfeit
but he said he would do so after
a twenty minute challenge
if he wasn't defeated he'd hand the title over to me
Four minute twenty nine seconds
I became champion and demasked just like
I had Promised!
Beauregard Capsaicin
World Championship Titlist
six months later the brawl began when
one guy said
"see ya'll at least I love my fans"
Guitfiddle verse Capsaicin
The End of The Terrific Two
Written by:Pogust Mancey
of the BigCity Cowboys
Beauty And The Feast
by Gabriel Magno
April 25, 2015
sea side adventure, in a distant tropic island,
waves relentless, as the morning sun appears.
mind is sharp, durable as a diamond,
a stranger carrying fur pelts, stumbles as he nears.
sunken eyes and mouth agape, he stares as in a trance,
following is a wife and child, the girl begins to dance.
offering his goods to sell, things I could not ever need,
I give the girl a silver dollar, she smiles as I proceed.
far into the jungle, miles away from my hotel,
to see a certain scene, I’ve learned to know so well.
monkeys leaping tree to tree, as in a Tarzan movie,
the herb I hid in my suitcase, is making me feel groovy.
the beating of a drum, is heard not far away,
I wonder carefully should I go, or should I opt to stay.
no, I will forge ahead, in spite of all my primal fears,
I only hope and pray, not to be slain with poisoned spears.
I reached my destination, I found it just by chance.
running ‘round the fire, the natives formed a dance.
hands pointing to the sky, then down over and over,
my courage now my only guide, as I moved ever closer.
suddenly I felt the fear, a hand upon my shoulder,
as I turned, I now became, a mesmerized beholder.
of something I could not dream to see, in all my sweetest dreams,
there she stood in front of me, beauty bursting at the seams.
leading me by hand, we walked to where I stood, amazed,
as the chief halted all the dancing, pointed me and gazed,
some words were spoken, as the natives cheered out loud,
they held me by each arm, as the beauty left and bowed.
a spear was raised, the lanky native took his aim,
pointing straight at me, my legs were weak and lame.
as the spear began to fly, I closed my eyes and prayed,
but just then I awoke, as the words came from my maid,
“you will be late for work, it’s best if you arise”,
I dreamed it all, and in the end, it was not my demise.
but in my mind remains, a vision I cannot now conceal,
the vision of that beauty, who would have made of me a meal.
Sometimes, breaking – there is a sense of God’s love
Stirring – bleeding through the shadows,
In silhouettes of gladness – a dance with the wonderful,
Silencing all the dark’s promises, remembering only
Soft trembling of an ache, the feeling
Falling around me in flames, fires fed by insecurities,
Fires fed by pain – this is the breaking that feels like
A hopeless need, pleading to be erased by the music of grace,
The music, played with truth and making a way for beauty,
Beautiful souls soothing…
Sometimes, a light – glistening with the joy, the experience
Knowing what it means to walk away, free from the mourning,
Embraced by the sound – like rain falling,
gentling the moments
When the feelings bleed into my spirit –
Whispering faith, singing of praise, prayers
Pleading for His wisdom, His way, His understanding embrace,
The music of a faith far surer – far more durable than I can think –
This is the faith that comes from knowing what it means to love,
Love without thinking – without any rejecting or neglecting,
Without regretting…
This is love, love from the heart who trembles to be adopted
By the spirit who I need, Him – The ONE, the spirit who needs only…
To be given the opportunity to give freedom – to give
Without reason, without any reason… perfect love, perfect freedom
Love so alive it feels like it is almost tangible, more than a feeling
Yet, never a possession – it is more than physical, more than eventual,
More than a blessing…
Even in my heart, the darkness clinging – fighting the temptations,
I resist so I can see the moment when my heart is met with His kiss,
The moment when I know Him better than I could have ever imagined,
Because He is the One my heart beats after –
the One my heart believes
Forevermore… He is the ONE I love with a heart that He chose,
a heart That He loves…
Even my heart knows – the miracle of God,
the miracle of overwhelming
Love!
prosaic prologues bewitch
feeble minded scribe doth undertakes
tend toward lugubriousness ring tone
for goodness sake
echoing across,
a figurative lake woebegone, where quake
shutters latched storm windows,
clapped closed winter season didst make
physical environment lachrymose
analogous to imp pond durable dark lake
where sits inside secluded hut,
this fledgling author named Jake
a former cub (scout) at a loss
to string together an aria
tomb other nature and NOT FAKE,
sepulchral paeon to divine Gaea, Mother Earth
especially incorporating
mutisyllabic (sesquipedalian) words,
which exertion
on par with giving birth
(or so I guess),
a particularly heavily pregnant laden dearth
of help mates, doubling demonstrably
deadly duty devoid of mirth
totally tubular taxing toll,
an essentially unbearable
effort with bulging girth
whereat digestion consumes
latent mental ambition,
especially toasty warm near the hearth
which hitherto unknown to any reader
twas Xmas fabrication and fiction
no crime committed, nor animals harmed
in the making of diction
aery necessary entrapping unsuspecting intellect
to comprehend somber benediction
unless perchance one lone wolf
bait Oven English Major
with Westernization
topped off with a European
debunaire suave acculturation
even luckier if hypothetical personage
dips daintily into forays epicurean,
though careful,
and alert since church fathers
would frown on parsonage
whose natural born ardor,
a spiritual abduction
stealing austerity, complacency, and objection
toward forced irrational schemas
averse to abnegation
unfair imposition
to foist upon pruriant predilection
also impossible
to sequester arbitrary animal urges,
punishing call of the wild,
sowing seeds a beastial accusation
considered averse,
then imposition contrition!
Confused
Unusually perplexed like an origami
Why is life constantly so hard for me
Turn off the sun I’ll still shine
But I can’t seem to get that in my mind
Not even with you eyes open wide
Could you see my pain inside
I am that son who hasn’t won
Im the one who gets the job done
Impatient but truly God fearing
Trustworthy but had of hearing
I’m like a fly caught in a web
I’m like a teacher who can’t spell
I’m like a hiker who doesn’t hike
I’m like a pedal without a bike
I am that tree with good roots
I am durable like brand new boots
I am likeable and intriguing
I am honest and believing
When one door slams another will open
I answered the knock it went to be unspoken
I have used and be misused
I love her and he loves her and she loves him
Oh now I am really
Confused
Like a twig on the shoulders of a might stream
The world around me is not as it seems
Cluttered thoughts like a bag of fog
Stripped of faith like a slaughtered hog
My agony hurts like salt to an open wound
My mind wanders like a fly in a crowded room
I am that dream as well as that nightmare
The one to hate but also the one to care
I am handsome and yet ugly inside
I can be that calm river or that rushing tide
Like a stone tossed i9nto a smooth lake
Don’t want to try because I might lose
Don’t’ know which way to choose
That’s why I am so confused
All my inner motives have no depth at all
Was on my feet at times but back down to a crawl
What does it take to start anew
To rid myself of these wordly blues
Am I me or am I blind and can’t see
Are you really there or is it a fantasy
These things often enter into my thoughts
By our minds being battlegrounds for struggles fought
We wish we may and we wish we might
What really is day and really is night
I stand on top of the world
I am rubbish like a tarnished pearl
I have paid all my dues
Maybe I didn’t though that’s why I continue to be confused.
In life there are many doors
And
Windows
Where some people passing
And find
What
they want...
And other passing
And
Fail to find
What
they need.
You can be loved
By few people
And hated
By the majority of them
But you still going
To make it.
Just put your focus
On the few fans
Who like you
And ignoring
Those haters.
Remember that few people who
Always at your side,
Are your pillars...
So value them
Daily,
Monthly
And yearly.
Just to say,
Don't ever take them
For granted.
It is talking longtime
For some people to follow you.
In an other hand,
It is taking short time
For some pretenders
To drop you down,
And sing bad songs about you here
And there.
Leadership is not as a piece of cake
Which can be eaten easily.
I know what true leaders passing through Before they go to rest.
Many true leaders shared
About their lives
And we still reading more about them.
If you read about the struggle of some leaders
Like:
Emery Patrice Lumumba,
Rolihlahla Nelson Mandela,
Jomo Kenyatta,
Kimpa vita,
Kwame Krumah,
Lalla Aminah,
Reverend John Chilembwe
Zinga ana Mbande
Julius Kambaraga Nyerere,
John Joseph Pombe Makufuli,
Mussabwa Mundi Walhali
Mahatma Gandhi,
Muhammad Khadafi
Samora Mashel,
Martin Luther King Jr,
Prophet Simon Kimbangu,
and other more ,
You will understand that leading people to some victories
It is not as cooked chicken meat.
Be always happy when some folks
Leave you with no cause.
There are always people
who like to swallow murmurs
Than investigating
The issues
For durable solutions.
Out side there ,
There are always some people
who decided
To die for you
As their only trusted
Leader.
May 24/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
~Look At Me~
Look at me,I will wait until you can overcome your shyness,
I will wait until you become positive.
Look at me,I will wait until you overcome your touchiness,
I will wait until you become fearless.
Look at me,I will wait until you overcome your stiffness,
I will wait until you become loving.
Look at me,I will wait until you overcome your emptiness,
I will wait until you become blameless.
Look at me,I will wait until you overcome your nervousness,
I will wait until you become indispensable for me.
~I Will Not Wait~
Look at me,I will not wait because I felt you have a captivating
charm hidden under what you show as your authority.
I will not wait,because I am eager to become part of your life,
you gave me the impression that you have a gift of making me
feel imperishable.
I will not wait,because you are generous with your time and friendship,
you are generous with your love so it becomes durable and loyal.
I will not wait,because you gave me the impression that your enormous
sensitivity becomes your enormous strength to achieve your goals,and
help your partner during a lifetime.
I will not wait,because you gave me the impression that you bring
strength and intensity to your surroundings,you encourage your spirit
& soul to remain persistent and ambitious.
I will not wait,because you gave me the impression you are so powerful
and tenacious,nothing will stand in your way until you reach your
goals, as you do not like to be a failure.
I will not wait,because you gave me the impression that you can love me,
I will wait no more to manifest my love towards you beyond belief,
its unavoidable,its powerful,it needs no introduction anymore as my love
is instantaneous,endless,may I become your lover tonight. WOW,Yes.
Therese Bacha
9/4/2013