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Because of Friendship
Because she was my friend
I called her every afternoon.
To talk girl talk and ask her,
To help me with my studies.
I wrote her often when she went away,
And begged her to think before she married,
I didn't want to see her hurt.
Because she was my friend.
I helped her watch her kids when she got sick,
And cleaned her house and kept her yard.
I wept and carried flowers to her grave.
Because she was my friend.
He was like a brother from another time.
I laughed at all his faults
He did not mind.
He knew I always understood.
I called him more than once to help me move.
And vetted all his girlfriends, every one.
I picked up his bad habits and we laughed,
We were young and foolish for a while.
I searched for him on Facebook yesterday
To see how good or bad his has life had been.
Not for any reason but one thing.
I have not forgotten he's my friend.
I think of Christ and all his majesty,
The King in all his greatness he stooped low.
And took the cross and with it all our sin.
To free us because He is our friend.
He left His heaven oh so long ago.
And came down to earth and bled and died.
That I a pauper might walk beside a King
He did this, because He is our friend.
The crowbar rattled at the clattering noise,
In the yard, against the hulls and hoys,
A Cloud of tar smoke rose through the green,
Large oil slicks floating on the lake sheen.
Inconsistent hills throughout the landscape,
The sunlight was a deep purple color shape,
Similar to the finishes of Florentine bronze,
That's it for the day, no real swans.
Overwhelming sadness now needs our song,
From death, an awful lot of sadness sprung,
What type of tears? What heart's grief arrest,
What sighs on sighs lobs the mom's breast?
With faint homes to brilliant ethereal light,
The enchanted guiltless has taken flight,
On the liberal bosom of undying love,
We find a concealed elevation above.
Warden, I realize you both mourn her loss,
She no longer feels the hold of pain across,
The regulations of elegance are without bias,
You can turn your pain into grace and praise.
The dread of the interminable assault,
The arrival of gizmos has long been sought,
All these notions had a major effect on history,
Each was a frightening age-related mystery.
The attack on slavery was nonsense,
Designed to hide the ambitions for pretense,
Never before has a tiny beast attacked so hard,
It just bites its horns and hides with its tiny shard.
Thoughts on webcasts, phone calls, Facebook,
Rising vitality contains attacks and an ebook,
Both were made by teenagers in their twenties
Bounty drives and precious realities.
Do not shed tears in the flowing river,
No real pain in the dark pits to deliver,
The first light was magnificently bright,
It was soon covered by the haze of the night.
This eliminates spontaneity, love, and anxiety,
It steals time and hides physical and moral piety,
Concept, politics, creation, and profit come first,
A blitzing slave was a lie to hide the curst.
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: September 08, 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Combing hair in front of mirror,
a countenance is explored in nuance.
"You are beautiful",...the whisper lingers,
An intent gaze, inhaled and endeared.
They say,.. I look like Marilyn, the celebrity diva,
the name lights fireworks, exciting elixir.
Compared for looks with a gorgeous star,
Oooh..the name then means a world to her.
The name weaves a vivacious bond,
A travesty of stardom boggles her mind.
Bombinating joys...flirting eyes of beholder
Breezing confidence in her life, an enticing name
permeates fragrance, a conjecture she believes.
Zooming selfies on Facebook uploads,..
likes counted, she fosters passion for that name.
The crimson name flatters glittering self-love,
as her soaring spirit reaches a starry heaven above.
Yes, mannequins yearn for assurance to survive
There's lot in a name,...
Perhaps Shakespeare was naive!!
14th March 2019
Submitted to Kim Rodrigue's What's in a name contest
He told the tales with likes and similes
human character dressed as grass and trees
the fragility of life just like a mist
as touched by divine spark like children kissed
He drew attention to earths everlasting beauty
and loving kindnesses as worthy over duty
painted pictures that a child's mind could see
and of the qualities that would last eternity
Those he drew were woman child and man
in parallels explained Gods everlasting plan
a future government by Gods own plan designed
choosing those who like his Son in mind
The currant rulers here described as beast
devour and make suffer great to least
he implicated leaders intentions as the cause
as having violated all of the natural laws
He pointed out the signs to tell the time
how earth and heaven his plans to realign
where peace on earth in every nation he will gain
with truth and everlasting life they will maintain
Surprise a life in heaven was not the plan for man
but he put us on the earth in a garden understand
he intends this projects finish by his Son
with those he has redeemed to be the ones "to get er done"
I must advise you those in the grave are dead
they will remain there until the Son has said
he who has the keys of death has them in mind
to resurrect upon the earth in a future time
While Christendom adopted the ideology of hell
the Teacher of the Truth in sleep of death did tell
he called his friend who was dead and in a grave
forth the example of what his future rule will pave
How can you not get it the things he plans to do
to eliminate on earth suffering and all life renew
oh Shang gri La and Paradise He plans for thee
where Man will live in Love and joy in harmony
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Scrolling through my Facebook feed I see Wierd Secondhand Finds is having a rather heated debate;
Is the figurine male or female?
It has antlers and only male deer have antlers!
Perhaps it's artistic license and the antlers symbolize empowerment, and the pink dress? It's definitely female!
Meanwhile on the television screen the morning news rolls on:
war,
rumors of war,
the nuclear bombs may fall today,
or maybe tomorrow or certainly by next week!
Oh! Wait a minute;
hold that thought
because comment eight hundred and seven on Wierd has dropped,
the figurine has been ID'd
and so it's settled.
The figurine is named
as Love and Roses Musical Buck Deer Doll.
Ah, ha! See there it's male!
Well, isn't that just stereotypical?
Walk with Me
I made my way
Through the darkened streets
Past the hungry hearts
Where the enemy eats
I browsed through glass
At my dear old friends
Where their silent smiles
Replace love that mends
And I somehow feel
Like I'm missing out
Like there's something wrong
Like I want to shout
Your lips don't move
But I see your thoughts
Like you are crying out
For a hug, of sorts
We need hands to hold
We need hugs to give
Take the red pill now
While there's time to live..
And I wonder how
It has come to this
We have each replaced
True connection bliss
With a pocket world
That controls us all..
Making us feel large
While we shrink to small
So my prayer is this;
Stop us going under.
Wake our hearts, dear Lord,
From this walking slumber.
Jinjagoliath
11th March 2022
Waking up, I'm shaken by an awful thought:
it's not a sunny February morning,
but heartwarming wishes on Facebook
alleviate the anxiety of a gloomy feeling
to enliven the mood and be immensely grateful
to God and do what is worth living for, but
is the state of being old that word so painful?
Should aging looks be an embarrassment...
comparing me to a frail Captain Hook
who sailed in rough seas without fright!
People I run into stare at me strangely and guess
my approximate age by the fine line and wrinkles,
but they don't see how young and virile I am inside;
if perfection and handsomeness are the advantages
of the younger men to pursue women and attract,
what are the disadvantages of the older ones?
Is the perception of an enfeebled body a horror to hide,
or an accomplished milestone to make an impact?
When I was twelve
I had a pen pal.
Letters came back and forth months at a time.
I waited a long time for words from my Peep.
Not anymore. Now I have Facebook Pen Pals.
Their words come instantly.
Good words. Bad words. Kind words. Crazy words.
Like when I was 12, some I know very little about.
Just what they write.
Some were complete strangers until we started playing word games.
Others were long lost peers I never intended to keep in touch with again.
But I did.
They all have one thing in common.
They "friended" me.
Friending was not led by thought or reason of any kind
at first.
If they asked, I said yes.
At one time I had 1800 Facebook "friends"
But then I remembered.
Some people are mean.
They say mean things.
They write mean things.
I had to let them go.
I unfriended them.
In a few weeks, I unfriended over three hundred of them.
I am down to 1500 Facebook friends.
Because the others were just not enough like me
to keep.
Worse, their words made me sad.
They never stopped being mean.
The rest are pen pals.
I know little about them
but their words...
When all that spanned the void were landline phones,
AM/FM, network broadcasts, and, of course, the US Mail,
We might have often thought ourselves especially alone,
But we never had to fear the threat of Facebook jail.
Now it’s “likes,” and “shares,” and “memes,” and “tropes;”
Everyone must learn the ropes,
But someone’s always changing the rules of the game.
Today and tomorrow are never the same.
The climate seems firmly determined to change.
Even glaciers are getting impatient.
There’s a solve for every problem,
And a plan for every fix.
If we’re headed for derailment,
Overlook the politics and lean into the brakes.
Excuse me for taking this seriously.
But as a survivor of several previous train wrecks,
I can attest to the literal fact
That until you walk far enough away,
You can’t possibly grasp the full extent of the damage,
Only the harm you’ve narrowly escaped.
Our world teeters on a delicate balance point,
With existence threatened by the movement
Of a butterfly’s wing.
Everyone needs to do what’s right
For the sake of everything.
I've been doing some soul searching and it's time to wake up
Nasty comments on Facebook when religion issues come up
Really starting to suck!
I highly doubt that the management are up to any good
This morning I woke to a photo of ISIS no Robin Hood
I once wrote that the Internet can be a terrible place
Now I am convinced it is the beginning of the end for the human race
Before the Internet existed emotions ran raw
But they were contained to one single shore
Is this healthy for anyone at all?
Facebook is making the money and the owner is having a ball
Sadly a lot of people do not realize this at all
When something diabolical happens who will take the fall?