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Heavenly messengers, God-sent,
Who guard us from evil dangers,
Angels are God's secret agents.
Entertained by some as strangers,
They are God's mighty ministers,
Who guard us from evil dangers.
Rejoicing over repenters,
Shining forth with dazzling beauty,
They are God's mighty ministers.
Holy angels do their duty,
As cherubims and seraphims,
Shining forth with dazzling beauty.
Praising God in 'angelic' hymns,
They have their limitations, though,
As cherubims and seraphims.
To 'heirs of salvation' below
Heavenly messengers, God-sent;
They have their limitations, though
Angels are God's secret agents.
12/24/16
(8 syllables per line)
Hebrews 1: 14 - Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?
Have I not told you lately how I love you... so much?
Do not you hear it in the sound of my voice?
Or whenever I reach for you; pray not my love's lost it's touch!
Has my arms not welcomed you; rejoicing the pleasure of your presence?
Another man you think thus! Yes! of course!
It's a man my love; a man of Life's Greater Essence!
No my darling! Fear not my distance stare, or the solemnest of my array.
For the winds of change has blown me distant way.
Much work of my hands and blood of my tears in duty to be done.
Yet alas! Life's long lonely road may make me or break me.
Indeed, a battle fought on the narrow path of self to be won!
So yield at ease my pet, step aside and let things be.
You have no place in this: my journey, my strive, my test.
Nay, your power cannot aide or tarry with me.
For "You" can only pray__ and wish me the best.
How do I start retirement? With grandsons galore, cooking and cleaning, barrel of fun, and a runway to the twin cities. What’s next, you ask, on this escape from my library duty? Well let’s say it arrived by mail. A timed gift for the week I return. A night out? A rolex chuckle? The grand surprise? A two month jaunt downtown. I will have a seat to listen to arghhhhhh grand jury court. One day I just might begin my life. For now, I do my civic duty and for others with an arthritic limp to boot, and fireworks.
ups and downs, stairwells
leading every which way —
life’s possible house
6/22/2021
I Can't Believe the Hatred
By Franklin Price
11/08/2019
I can't believe the hatred that runs rampant through this land
The supply of it astounding, far exceeding all demand
All because of politics, it's so hard to understand
It's not even natural, it's mass produced and canned
However it has happened, it's the forefront for us all
With instant access from the net, always at our beck and call
The masses now participate, all this dislike standing tall
Was love for freedom got us here, this hate will be our fall
We fought for independence, at least our founders did
Now we're the sheep who follow, who mostly go where we are bid
We've given up our freedoms, and our voices have been hid
It's time we closed Pandora's box and put back on the lid
Republicans and Democrats are not the who we are
Our government not royalty to bow to from afar
Our duty is to cast them out, when they're not up to par
The needs of We the People should be the only followed star
Don't let your independent voice add to this hate filled source
Use it, don't abuse it, to help change this nation's course
Speak to your fellow citizens, We the people are the force
To help end this harmful hatred, you must dismount from your horse
Offer your hand in friendship, begin to walk the extra mile,
Open your ears to listen, with mind open, for awhile
Think before responding, open with a sincere smile
Don't think that you know everything, there are other rank and file.
Don't be a politician, unless you are one of the few
Then listen to the people, do what they would have you do
They are the ones who put you there, and they can oust you too
Work to stop this foolish hatred, bring love and freedom back in view.
Of all war brings
One is a disguised peace
And boldness to conquer fear
Of the darkest nights
And the silent mornings
To rain praises in morale at will
For news to reach the far distant neighboring countries
That each don't dream of attack
But I wonder if colonial masters ever heard of this
They came as eagles flying without wings
To make nests in hens village as police
Whose duty is to gear security but not to domineer
And to put all darkness plans to lights
By giving enough measures as warnings
Or get the reculcitrant lords drilled
Feeding back enough pleasantries
That will never dream to travel back
Even when all connections are at ease
War becomes admirable to lives
The only means to have the hen released
From seeming hungry eagles
That is never and shall not at will to let go
Of its captives that meant much to starvation
Even not for a lofty prank
Than hold on to it in all its might
Monitoring all possible escape routes
By neglecting no winks at break of the atmosphere
Our leaders' meetings become very active
As sacrifices nonstop increased
To grease the effort of freedom fighters like paralegals
To all ink on beautiful flow
And shelf bullets as eloquent reservation
Readily available for the blank
Roaring to fire out in plight
Congratulations to be sing on flutes
For the best wishes finally appear
I look upon a single mystic rose
Marveling at a world of beauty
A light so bright my eyes begin to close
I feel to protect it is my duty
Here I stand within this quiet place
Marveling at a world of beauty
As the petals open I see her face
She shines with the colors of a rainbow
Here I stand within this quiet place
Music from her lips begins to flow
For a moment time begins to stand still
She shines with the colors of a rainbow
Leaving this place will take all of my will
I feel I'm powerless to look away
For a moment time begins to stand still
So I marvel at the rose night and day
I feel I'm powerless to look away
I look upon a single mystic rose
A light so bright my eyes begin to close
Dedicated to Mystic Rose. I started to write this as a
joint poem but could not stop once I started. Rose
I will have to get you to start us off with a verse.
Behin' bared doors, beneath yer floors,
in cozy dens and caverns deep
y'll find me der down under de stair
where gutter rats scamper and silverfish sleep.
"Who can I be, hmmmm let me see.
I be a thief Good Grief!"
On to Ol' Town's docks walks Goldylocks
decked in de heights a fashion
in 'er purse I peeks, I rummage, I sneaks
discoverin' coin for me passion!
Den off to de park fer another mark,
I grimace and frown appearin de clown
Whilst signin' for de gang we makes a plan
ta break all de rules in de 'ole damn town.
Soon der's a tussel wid all of dis muscle
den me fingers kin creep in 'is pockets deep
grabbin' the loot I's trained ye see
yet, what I find i donna na keep.
Who can I be, hmmmm let see,
I be a thief Good Grief!
At Marchant's Oak near Fayrin's rest
Down forest paths,through high grass
I stalk de traders, cause I loves dem best
Why let me see who can I be so crass?
Who can I be, hmmmm let see,
I be a thief Good Grief!
But surin what I find I will na keep
Dough stealing be me duty,
I'll give ye back whats in yer pack
Fer I be an Honorable beauty.
And if per chance ye needs a hand
Wid opening treasure boxes cutie..
Donna get smart wid some other tart
who'll walk off wid yer booty!
Just 'ave a cheer fer I be 'ere
~Honoravillana at yer duty!
Dis 'err piece a work be dedicated to de Raven ‘aired beauty
name of Constance La France
IME IMELA YOU DEFEND US NOW
Shed tears not for your loved one
Who has departed leaving -Ime sad
Leaving Ime bitter- Ime you passed
You declined the sacrifice MuKiama
Ime so young yet now you have to
Use the forbidden military technique
Those in the know call it ngungi...
Ime you wield it within you now....
Mighty lion you are
Crushing your enemy
Immortalized abilities
Ime rite is passage
Time illusion -..
Path eternal........
Abuja enters the Hilton hotel
A minor scuffle- Ime is outside
Birds of omen are gathering
Ime lightening and thunder
....Floods are coming.............
Innocent grace
the blameless
Ime kataa
Ime the covenant
A defender wields the Katana
only to the peoples defense
your feelings of loss should
never shadow your obligation
to duty Ime Imela - Ekurua
Ime Rite is passage... and
Wayhi is the name of your son
Ime it now your duty to defend
And defender i have to enter...
Kings counsel
Selah
Code 254
0557 hrs
lewis k nyaga
thoome wairegi
a tribute to IME
Young buja wrote
Tiny faeries in snapdragon beds,
crying, wailing to be fed,
on the nectar brought by bees,
from the nearby hills of green.
Tiny newborns with great hair,
will learn to walk, with great care.
They’ll flit and fly to worlds unseen,
by human eyes, when they are weaned.
They’ll grow to care for all the flowers,
while they live in invisible towers.
Deep within an emerald wood,
these tiny faeries, will do much good.
Though beware, don’t interfere,
or they’ll be forced to bring a tear.
Faerie folk must do their duty,
to bring out Spring’s enchanting beauty.
I am empty of tears
nor will welcome again
my wounded wonderings each night
up the staircase to my despair
drunk on the elixir of my pain
love ended
and we will go with it
when I stare down the curved handrail
of timeless eternity
naked, alone...covered in blood
by my hand's work
blood dripping
from the blade of insanity
plunged into your frozen heart
where you'll sleep...forever
as I
throw my worn-out body
down the stairs of death
into endless black
freed from the painful emptiness
you claimed each night
when I climbed the staircase
like a slave
to the tortured duty of worthless love
filled with hate-filled disgust
that has taken...both our lives
10/12/19 contest Nude, descending a staircase