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Punxsutawney Phil Speaks
A life of Riley, I wallow,
While at the fairground my fans are all gung-ho
Why should I bother to come out of my hollow?
They’re all out there waiting and watching for the verdict
I have the right to object, but they might evict
I am so excited they all wait for me to show now
My gorgeous bod and to take a bow,
For my stunning warm furry rodent performance
And all my noisy whistles, shrills, and sometimes my happy grunts
Should I keep wallowing in my hollow?
Or let them suffer by seeing my strikingly attractive shadow
And let them think they have six more weeks of winter or bring
Them at ease and be kind and do my duty and let them have spring
Or be the star of the day and be honored
To parade me around raise over their shoulders while cheered and be bantered
My fans dance, rise, analyze, and criticize
With the blinding display of light exploding in from of my eyes
I come out to make my debut, but a shadow I saw and with shrieks
Ran back in my hollow to wallow another six weeks
1/16/2015
Sponsor: John Lawless
Contest: Punxsutawney Phil Speaks
Evict me from this grimy house
My son asked me what self-loathing is
His home still occupied with laughter
I was taken aback by his cleanliness
I told him it gathers like dust over time
Sweep my house free of grime
Adults self-loathe their homes best
I bade him to keep his house clean
I spoke from my home in unrest
With words from a dirty hypocrite
How do I dust things so unworthy?
Aged I covet this grimy restlessness
Ushering demons to trash this nest
Self-loathing is self-destructive
It starts with a back door ajar
It ends with a house in flames
Invite you through the front door
Into these charred walls of hate?
You turn back time full of soil
You give me rest in my lazy-boy
For a lifetime I’ll make amends
Comforting fractured self-loathings
Till there is nothing left to break
Someday I won’t bang these walls
I’ll wait for you on my uncomfy couch
Hoping my son’s house stays clean
Hoping my elbow grease makes neat
When the master returns to mine
Will this residence be unoccupied?
Will it be swept clean and put in order?
Will I have a response to self-loathing?
Then I’ll be led out hand in hand
After remodeling this divided space
No longer foolish to tear a home down
Bring them home
war's over conflict
incoming now back home
ignored soldier man
part of government plan
why are we the solo host for every war and conflict
Tote that bar lift that bale
If we don't go and fight we'll be in jail
we must elude evict everyone
drop your them there guns
war no longer bout liberalities and freedoms
It's about dictator oppressions and the rest of the wealthy greedy
getting rid of oppressions okay you fools
thought you knew
the devil's teaching us a lesson
send warranted parts sum money
is the root of all evils you dummies
bang shot them back
just relax
all their wealth gold and oil Is now ours
10/15/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I hate it that you allow their words
Cause you to stumble
It shouldn't you know
They are talking from a space of observation
Whereas you are in your skin
You experience every emotion
Who are they to spew negativity
Who are you to even listen to the judgements handed out
Please allow yourself the freedom to walk away or evict yourself from places where your peace are in question
You deserve peace
You deserve joy
Everyday will not be the same
But you should not stumble over people's opinions
There are way more important obstacles to overcome
This is in memoriam for a special lady who helped many people. She sadly took her own life after losing the battle against PTSD.
I've structured this song from the perspective of hope for a better future for anyone who has any form of mental health issues. This in no way implies that the path is ever easy or the war truly won... But my wish is that it will uplift and inspire hope... A spark of light in the darkness...
Please be gentle with yourself and each other. Take care. Blessings, love and light. Best wishes.
I'm going to be fine
By Michelle Morris
29/08/2020
Like an unwelcome guest,
You took over my mind;
Never behaving,
Never decent or kind...
So I tried to evict you,
Kick you to the curb;
But you were obsessed,
You wanted my all...
I decided to fight,
Fight you some more;
I got the help I needed
To kick you right out the door...
Chorus
And...I'm giving back my sorrow,
Taking back all my tomorrows;
And, I'm going to be fine,
Yes, I'm going to be fine...
And...I'm stronger than ever,
Not failing this endeavour;
And, I'm going to be fine,
Yes, I'm going to be fine...
(End Chorus)
But you, you were determined,
You just kept coming back;
Like a jealous lover,
You kept total track...
Of all I did, thought
And said...
Sometimes it was easier
To stay home in bed...
But then I pushed back,
Put boundaries in place;
Forced you out to
Get your, get your own space...
Chorus
And though you're
Never really gone,
I've got my support
Structure in place;
Got all my wits about me
And I know how to face you...
I can handle you better,
Despite all you've tried;
I'm stronger than ever,
No more slave to your
Dark, dark drives...
Chorus
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Your face is getting red and puffy
While your attitude is huffy
Do not be so mean and rude
You really need to lose the 'tude
Don't be screaming in my face
You just look like a disgrace
Eyes of fuming reddish fire
Take a deep breath and retire
The smoke coming off your head
Take a walk right to the bed
And calm down--please talk to me
What is in your history
That made you so out of sorts
I will try to help abort
Any issues that will cause
Your identity to pause
Leaving destruction everywhere
Its as if you do not care
Who you hurt or push around
Try and listen to the sound
Of my voice so calm and low
As your breathing starts to slow
And I see my friend once more
Kick that evil out the door
Of your soul where it has taken
Over --leaving you so shaken
But this evil we'll evict
With a strong and steady kick
Thoughts of you perforate my normality.
Insidiously creeping in and ‘squatting'in my heart.
You are a sitting tenant in my house of reason,
yet my heart cannot evict you, for you have become
the focus of my emotion - and I love you.
Thoughts of you occupy my fantasy:
constraints of responsibility lifted and living the dream.
No need to think of others or what ‘ought' to be,
just you and me laughing, living, loving.
or riding on a stallion wild and free.
In our normal life, the one of social expectation –
where there are rules to keep and duties to perform –
we spin in opposite wheels of existence, rarely touching:
moments often wasted, afraid of what to say.
Yet sometimes there are glimpses,a mutual acknowledgement;
a lingering look, a tentative touch, an innuendo,
toe dipping in the water of possibility;
testing the temperature in case one day
we dare to dive in and swim in the
illusionary sea of our reverie.
Yet, in reality or fantasy, one thing rings true;
one golden thread; one commonality;
whether in my dreams or in my waking: whether
riding on a stallion or performing the dressage of normality,
when I look into you eyes I know I love you,
……………and I feel you love me too.
1.
WHAT?
Are we going to enter the ill-fated whirlpool of
Unintelligible madness, and let calamitous folly,
Anchor its obscure ships of destruction in our
Harmonious hearts?
Or
Are we going to follow the discerning star of
Glowing reason and allow lustrous wisdom
Institute its simmering dominion in our
Tormented minds?
2.
Are we going to constantly give fortified shelter to
Detrimental fears and permit fatal pessimism
Establish its depressing presence,
In our serene lives?
Or
Are we going to evict, detrimental dread, from our
Excruciating consciousness and relinquish vivifying
Optimism to enact its invigorating message,
All over our agonizing planet?
3.
Are we going to stand, apathetically still in front of
Virtue’s constant devastation and grant mean vice,
Permission to grow its abominable fruit of injustice
In our loving society?
Or
Are we going to become vigorously implicated in
Rectitude’s resurrection by putting up a gallant fight for
The condemnation of dreary crime,
In our fearful world?
4.
Are we going to let fading belief steadily degenerate our
Blazing ethics and permit sinister infamy, build its
Damnable empire of anarchy, in our
Mystic souls?
Or
Are we going to work, with ever-expanding zeal to
Revive glittering morality by sanctioning compassion and
Regenerating empathy and bringing harmony in
Our damned society?
5.
Are we going to sacrifice illustrious truth on the
Wicked altar of self-interest and endure venomous lie
Undisturbed to flourish in the midst of our
Community?
Or
Are we going to courageously strive against the
Catastrophic falsehood by allowing rapturous
Veracity thrive and blossom within
Ourselves?
6.
Are we going to remain helpless prey of
Mischievous hatred and grand carnivorous war the
Permit to destroy and devour life on
Eternal earth?
Or
Are we going to transform ourselves to
Charitable giants and give birth to everlasting peace and
To ever-enduring love for every fellow
Living being?
7.
If your choice is not the former but the latter, my
Loving friend,
Then
Do not just whisper but ROAR!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 December 2020
Your face is getting red and puffy
While your attitude is huffy
Do not be so mean and rude
You really need to lose the 'tude
Don't be screaming in my face
You just look like a disgrace
Eyes of fuming reddish fire
Take a deep breath and retire
The smoke coming off your head
Take a walk right to the bed
And calm down--please talk to me
What is in your history
That made you so out of sorts
I will try to help abort
Any issues that will cause
Your identity to pause
Leaving destruction everywhere
Its as if you do not care
Who you hurt or push around
Try and listen to the sound
Of my voice so calm and low
As your breathing starts to slow
And I see my friend once more
Kick that evil out the door
Of your soul where it has taken
Over --leaving you so shaken
But this evil we'll evict
With a strong and steady kick
A 22 hour trip home from London…gave us time to sit back, smile and unwind
and think about all the memories we made…while still fresh within our minds.
Yes, we saw London and Paris with our family…fell in love with England and with France.
and yes, we ate our way across two countries…and Deborah even bought a pair of pants.
Yes, we spent a wonderful time with our family…and now that our trip is done…
we get celebrate our new experiences, our knowledge gained…
and the times we just had fun.
But there are some things I noticed…no matter what country we are in
that I would like now to proclaim:
the sky the rivers…the clouds the trees in all countries…look the same.
And despite our different clothing, religious beliefs and languages…we all share a link…
for we are all human being and thus…we are more similar than we think
Our dogs all bark in the same language…people are more than willing to help one another…
it’s in our DNA
Pregnant women all over the world glow…and rub their tummies the same way.
No one seemed to care about the gender of the person next to them…
If they were LGBTQ+…a woman or a man….
and nothing makes thousands of people swoon faster than a sky filled with fireworks can.
Brothers and sisters fight with one another no matter where we roam
and parents get frustrated with their children in London and Paris…just like they do back home.
We’ve also noticed everyone laughs, cries, smiles and loves…in exactly the same way
and there is a caring and a kindness in the world…we saw it everyday!
Which gives us hope for the future of our planet…
Hope that this latest roadblock to world happiness…we will weather…
if all the people who care for one another rise up and come together…
To evict our leaders who solve problems with hate and guns and war
To look after and accept each other…to feed and clothe the poor…
Yes, wouldn’t it be wonderful if to augment our memories of our time in England and in France
we added memories like these….
Which would allow us time to sit back, smile and unwind…when we are much older
and all we have left…are all our memories.