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Gonna wake up
At the brink of dawn
Take a shower
Throw my blue jeans on
The little red rooster
Is my alarm
Cock-a-doodle doodling
On my farm
Gonna water
All of my crops
Especially
My barley and hops
Gonna spread out
All the bales of hay
Where the goats and the horses
And the cattle stay
In the pasture
Down by the creek
Where we went
When we wanted to sneak
A little moonshine
I stole it from my dad
The best damn moonshine
That I ever had
I'm gonna go
And see a little rodeo
Then I'm going dancing
To do the do-si-doe
Then I'll stop by
Over near the school
To jump in the river
In our swimming pool
Gonna get my little lady
A cold bottle of wine
And get myself a bottle
Of my dad's moonshine
I love nature.
I love the wind and rain.
I love it when the thunder roars
I love it when it pours, lightning flashes,
thunder crashes.
I love nature, sunshine and bright blue Sky's,
I love the wind in my face.
I love how it makes me feel, good and free,
Ready to coast on a breeze.
I love sitting outside.
I Love Listening to the birds sing,
Looking up at the sky,
Watching the cloud's go by.
I love nature, spring, summer, and
Sometimes winter, especially snow on
the twenty fifth of December, It's definitely
a memory to always remember Sitting at the
table with family and friends
Having Christmas dinner,
Looking out the window
Watching the snow fall down.
I love January, February, March,
April May, for everything new, for
All in bloom. June and July for I love summer too
For warm nights, listening to the sounds
Of nature, under the stars and the moon light
Let's not forget fall,
It's the most colorful season of all.
Warm and windy days,
With the wind blowing the leaves.
As I watch from a distance,
the leaves falling from the tree's.
I love nature,
I love being outdoors.
It makes me feel alive,
It makes me feel good inside.
Nature provides, food, water,
and the air we breathe.
Always remember to have respect
What has been given to you.
For nature is a part of our life line.
David W Carter
Guilty as sin
Because sin is past tense
The deed has been done
And not far hence
What measure of you now
Have been newly made
To what pleasure did you bow
Where vanity was paid
How shall men see you
For what you have done
Can time someday heal
What was seen by the sun
Or is there someone waiting
Who will remember the truth
Is there someone hating
Who would set your secret loose
Guilt is an emotion
Difficult to explain
We name those two emotions
Sometimes fear and sometimes shame
Can you desire repentance
Just for fear of God
Has shame touched your conscious
With feelings that are odd
A soul that runs from justice
Haunted by a past
Always checking your shoulders
Tell the lie told last
Many years may pass
Before the string in your labyrinth is found
Those that matter will find the truth
That your inextricably bound
Will guilt and shame clear your name
Or evil face appear
When truth and facts finally attach
After so many years
We blame fate for so many things
Especially our human flaws
But still when things really matter
We ignore our own laws
Secrets, we should keep them
For sometimes truth brings death
Because blood is thicker than water
And all that we have left
We may give time all our secrets
And wonder if time will forgive
But time knows all our secrets
And the fateful time to reveal
"My Sweetheart, My Love"
© 2016 by:Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
My sweetheart, my love,
My confidant and best friend
I am so happy to have you in my life
Having such a love that never ends
I know we have had our bumps in the road
Especially these past seven months
But I am so proud of the progress we've made
Even when we were in such a crunch
The fact that you continue to try
Means more than words can say
Even when I often bring issues up
And it kinda wrecks the day
I know sometimes I focus too much
On all the things that we need to fix
But I know as we press through our issues
We will resolve even these conflicts
I know I'm not always easy to deal with
Being over-sensitive and all
And I know you often feel powerless
When you come up against my walls
But I want you to know that I'm trying too
And that I love you, oh, so much
You are my knight in shining armour
The one who melts my heart with touch
You are the star that brightens my night
The sun that comforts my pain
You have given me a reason to believe
That real love is there to gain
I respect you and honour you my husband
You are forever my dearest friend
May we never lose sight of this love we share
For it's the one thing that will never end!
© 2016 by:Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
I am a cartoonist; have been drawing them since I could hold a crayon.
I will dabble them on paper, cardboard, metal, wood, and rayon.
But I did not know until I was over sixty that I am also a painting fool.
I did not learn anything about either from a mentor or any school.
In ten years I have painted over sixteen hundred of my cartoons.
enough stacked in my garage to make me one of several buffoons.
sure, I am a writer too, and a poet, especially fond of rhyming.
things have come to me automatically, not my own idea or timing.
God has graced me with many talents, and I am overjoyed with His grace.
If I did not take advantage of these gifts, I would feel like a disgrace.
No more striving for happiness for me,
Especially as most who strive for it come to a sticky end,
Or end up in a perpetual state of unhappiness,
In a world where the is so much happening,
That no-one should have a right to be happy about.
I am not happy about the level of poverty I see,
I can't see any happiness coming from treating children as our playthings.
Can we truly expect any happiness from cheating our neighbors.
What happiness is there in seeing people die from hunger and disease
every night on the TV.
Who in their right mind would be happy,
Walking past the homeless and the drunk
in the high street.
Would you enjoy the sight of the mangled bodies,
Resulting from a road accident.
Why should I pretend to be happy when I am not,
Or put on a false smile for the camera and the world to see.
No any happiness I feel is only fleeting,
And comes when I am not striving for it.
The only happiness I need is to be alive,
Knowing that there are others happy that it is so.
For anything else I will take as it as it comes.
And I will only be striving for other people's happiness.
As I feel the warmth of the sun in my twilight years.
THE BANDANA AND THE HAT
R.I.P Big Poppa,
Biggie Smallz Junior mafia,
One & only shot-stopper.
R.I.P Pac the Makavelli,
Amaru Shakur the legendary.
The two were a force, others secondary.
Notorious B.I.G was riding high 94,
Tracks rolling in and more in store.
The world was waiting for the outcome,
"Ready to Die" was the album,
But was he actually ready to die,
take a bow and cross the Nile
especially when he was conquering the world?
Their demise, to the entire universe, was odd.
Woe to the Compton gangs,
Orlando Anderson culpable of death fangs.
Even though Pac was fed by Death Row,
he never sign up for that death blow.
Despite "All Eyez On Me" and "Changes",
'cuffs and jail couldn't stop him from rockin' stages.
Despite "Me Against The World",
he still indelibly "Hit em up" like a god.
Woe to the Southside Crips,
Ghost of karma momentarily sleeps
but vows: "my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow!"
Son of the gun, what's reaped is due to what you sow.
Thug Life witnessed a Thug Angel surrender to an attack,
That night, Black devils drove by in white Cardillac.
Cacophonous mongering hint the HAT had to pay.
Los Angeles, City of Angels whisked away
And extinguished B.I.G courtesy Billups,
godfather L.A.P. D officer hired to pull out all the stops...
Leaving all square and lifeless Biggie's corpse.
The world never forget the Bandana & the Hat;
They was young and dumb but they had heart.
September '96 stole the revolutionary from us,
The bandana finally stumbled on lost course
despite Kidada's love & Suge Knight's million dol$.
March '97 blacked-out Brooklyn-born Biggie,
Puffy or Faith couldn't keep him alive,what a pity!
R.I.P Biggie and Makavelli.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©2022
Jesus came to earth as a man
but still had His divinity on show
being complete as God and man
no one had seen His like, hey hello!
Jesus loved especially three special friends
Lazarus and his two sisters were so close
their brother was ill in need of help
sent for Jesus who delays before He goes
Jesus came to raise Lazarus from the dead
but before that shows He does shed tears
His emotion was stirred proving His love
showing that His Father in heaven hears
Jesus sympathizes with our feelings
He knows how frail and feeble we are
so that when we feel fears within
our Lord draws near being not far
Jesus is God and showed Himself man
so we can know His wonderful love
shedding tears sent from heaven
today assures us Jesus is always enough
(John 11:35-"And Jesus Wept." )
Shuffle a dance, tap into your soul,
With these seventy eight cards of occult,
Then deal them out in this magical pattern,
So I can translate your result,
Now let’s read your energy, your future, your life,
Read what you want to know,
Read how Death with a King and a Queen,
Are eclipsed by the good Star of hope,
Your cards forecast a new flame, a new start,
How your happy will rise with the Sun,
Especially with this huge abundance of Cups,
That scream out a fantastic of fun,
Your cards, your life, your future, your past,
Are displayed with one beautiful spread,
And they say your life is going to change,
Yep, that’s what your Tarot cards said.
You claim that we live in a just society
One where law comforts the innocent
And justice punishes the victim
But that's not true is it?
When in reality it's the opposite of that
Especially when you are black
For us We live in an alternate reality
Where this doesn't happen
Where we the innocent are falsely imprisoned
And our oppressors are rewarded with freedom
The system acts like it cares
Gives us an olive branch
A promise of peace
Of equality
A false act of kindness
To fool the blind and ignorant
The ones who will believe anything
Leaving us feeling foolish
Hopeless
That for once we'd get our justice
But then again can a tiger really change its stripes?
Because after all salt can be mistaken for sugar
How can we trust a system
Built of racism
That has constantly failed us
Left us broken
And often kills us
If this is your idea of justice we don't want it
Stop putting on this performance
Your walls are collapsing
Your exterior has faltered
Even a mirror cracks in your presence
Broken by the weight of your lies
Angered by your intentions
Your hate mirrors your reflections
A system so threatened
By our existence
That it's whole foundation created to kill us