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At seventeen, with hazel eyes,
a dancer's legs, petite in size.
With grace and poise, enchants the boys;
her younger sister, much annoys.
So fair of skin and prone to burn,
a lesson she will one day learn.
A quiet presence, shy, demure,
at some times fragile, not inured
to thorns encountered in her life,
yet firmly grounded midst day's strife.
Bright shining future lies ahead:
well-versed, rehearsed, extreme well-read.
Loud and clear the clarion call:
Maid Marion, prepared for all,
her eyes a-sparkle, joyful, wide,
with Christ her savior by her side.
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for my granddaughter, on the occasion of her 17th birthday
Atatine .00999 parts per million
Enough to power four continents
With my Matron Disstule Generator
One ounce can power enough energy
For one large city They laughed at my
Science and ridiculed my beliefs I offered
them money, they said it was evil.
I trick them by giving them pallidium
Knowing they would have to use me to
refine it. Fair, fair, I was fair I asked for
there lands to began mining. I made them
Wealthy people When some refused the deal
I smiled and walked away And one night
I heard the gossip of cackling hens, speaking
Of me as foolish and how they wished to exploit
Me. I created the Scarecrow in response. My
Need to exist before all others. My wife lefted
divorced me and married my enemy. One July
Fourth she came to visit me crying.Asking me
to again trust her. She had fallen on hard times
I took her in, for months it was like when we
Married. One night I was in the warehouse and
I heard giggles, I tiptoed to we're the noise was
and there she was standing . I asked her what
she was doing there she dropped her robe to
Inside me. I went to her and suddenly a large
Man grabbed me. I woke up tied to a chair in my
House She and her husband making love before
Me. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my
Neutron fazor. And then suddenly to my surprise
Through the wall he came to rescue me, My Scarecrow,
My Scarecrow had come to life!
It's another frigid morning
that February brings in howling;
I shiver more than the stripped branches
when a fierce wind makes me think of avalanches
sliding down mountains and ravage villages,
and yet I await spring that promises renewed joys.
Being melancholic is longing
for the water gurgling and bubbling
among the shining rocks restoring life
all around and sparkling with dim sunshine;
will the fair-haired boy send his paper boat
down this foaming river? Will his darling wait
for it and pull it out of the water with a thrill...
making distance shorter for an anxious gill?
There in the cottage with small opaque windows
above the rock garden of Sweet Alyssum and Amaryllis,
the little sweetheart is overcome by profound loneliness;
long is winter when counting days and months,
and cuddling her kitty with cobalt eyes and soft, white fur
Karen sets her glace on the snow flowers that gleam...
if her tears made them grow, then she can dream
and follow that thought although absence seems to demur!
Copyright ( c ) 2018 by Andrew Crisci
Looking for you everyday.
Cry about it when I lay.
Can't change the hands of time.
But, changed my way.
In my soul is where you live.
You will always stay.
I pray to see you again, today and everyday.
Just to tell you I love you.
That's all I want to say.
Before I leave this Earth,
My blessed child at birth.
You will always be my joy.
My precious baby boy.
"My Angel"! Living without you,
My world is in a tangle.
Feel like I'm walking the wrong angle.
You need to know that I care.
Everytime I turn my head, I wish that you were there.
Every morning and night I say a prayer.
"Miss braiding your hair"!
Living without you, my world is a crazy chair.
It isn't fair.
I miss you.
Your presents is so sweet
your better than a candy-bar
I 'd wanna eat;
Better than an Almond Joy (TM);
Lord you presents is so sweet;
your so sweet;
Lord your presents is so sweet;
Like honey after the rain, your sweet;
your like sweeter than, sweeter than sugar cane;
Let me explain. . .
your sweet
Lord
your sweet
Jesus
Father God your sweet so, sweet your sweeter, your mine...
Lord Jesus your are so, so, so very neat;
When it comes to being, your sweet;
Not the something that I would eat;
For that would be blasphemy. . .???
Your the only God for me;
Lord your presents is so sweet;
Like honey after the rain,
Sweeter than the sugar cane;
You are
Sweet
Sweeter than candy, if I were to embrace you more abundantly I would have cavities;
your Sweet
Sweeter than the honey cone
Sweet
Sweeter than my very own;
sweeter than my life
sweeter than my spouse and my children
your sweet
sweeter than the Teddy Bear I won at the fair;
sweet, sweeter that all this;
your sweet, sweeter than a little baby's kiss
This is real
Lord your sweet
So sweet yes sweet
and one day in heaven we will meet;
Lord Jesus your are so, so, so, very neat;
We will hold hand together and wall the streets;
(of gold)
So sweet, yes
sweet, yes
and I am blessed with happiness beyond belief
no longer am I eating grief
just because your sweet
Your so sweet;
Your sweeter than rain;
Sweeter than the sugar cane;
Lord you grand;
just sweet come sing along;
Sweet come embrace my song;
He's sweet, sweeter than (forgive me ) even Grand Ma;
Sweeter than the smell of a new born babe;
Sweeter than the smell of the most fragrant flower;
He's so neat my Lord is sweet;
and one day in eternity
We will hold hands together and walk the streets;
(of gold
just because my Lord God,
Jesus is so...
Sweet
We are born in the same way,
Then why this disparity?
Race, sex, caste - stop such melee,
Spread love, peace and charity,
I have red blood, so do you,
Then aren't we equal, brother?
Give respect where it is due,
Let us honour each other,
I'm human with the same needs
like you, friend. Think about it,
Race discrimination leads
to unnecessary split,
What if there was a divide,
Based on the colour of eyes?
An idea sure cockeyed,
It wouldn't be considered wise
What 'bout the colour of hair?
Dark-haired people, if deemed great,
Do you think it would be fair
to light-haired to bear that hate?
Then why does hued skin matter?
We are the same before God,
These man-made walls must shatter
in truth, not just on record,
Let's not stoop to violence,
Stifling cries of "I can't breathe",
Such voices none can silence,
Their blood from the ground will seethe,
There comes a day of judgement,
When we'll stand before God's throne,
All nod their acknowledgement,
That it'll be 'no divide zone'.
07.04.2021
For Unseeking seeker's "The way we look" contest
the woman’s opulence did not mean she would be haughty and uptight
some wealthy people are not rude, selfish and snotty
I decided to give the woman a fair chance
She talked down to me as if I was a worm crawling out of an alley
That must have been an accident
I gave her another chance
She made a snide remark about my background
Which she does not know
Her disdainful smile would have been impossible to miss
Even if I could have ignored her supercilious attitude
and her rude words
“was she kind?” my grandmother asked me.
“You will have to find out for yourself,” I told her.
Within minutes of their conversation I saw my grandmother pop her eyes.
We left right away, for we had come up with the same conclusion
This snob was not worth our time.
We got a week to prepare
But let’s be fair
There will be a lot of stretching
Limber up
The music being just right
The stage and you in the spotlight
There can’t be any mistakes nor miss steps
We must rehearse and capture the music with every dramatic
Movement
Finesse
Every twist and turn feeling like a test
You alone will be the outcome of confess
Dance dramatics to the audience
Dance and feel the music
Let your feet and arms be your compass
Think of the orchestra as your Music Director
The rising curtain your chance to fame
It will be your name
Dance like the sun being bright
Let your movement radiate warmth
Show your love for entertainment and the audience
The raw of applause in what you have established and accomplished
Grace and creativity with every step
You are the effect
It’s showtime
Take your places
Spotlight on
Music
Production
Finale
Audience applause
Bow
Curtain down
That’s entertainment
So this is how it is for me
no longer young
and yet not too old
I lived a life
married more than once
Mother to 3 boys and 1 girl
grandma to 1
worked most of my life
struggled with my own self identity
don't have much to show for
all these years, living but not living
I know to much to pretend
life is going to be good
I'm looking at
a life of lonliness
I'm looking at a
life that might not be so good
yet i appreciate the little things
yes i do
it don't take much to make me smile
humility is at my doorstep
at last i'm not too old to
appreciate what i have to work with
appreciate that i need to give a little more
appreciate that life ain't fair and i'm not that special
so thats how it is for me
Armando Valladares didn't absorb Marxist thought
So for 22 years, another lesson he was taught.
Cuban dungeons are no picnic, surviving there is hard
He heard prisoners shot close by in the courtyard
Valladares prayed, wrote poems from that lair
He didn't ask God to get him out of there
He asked for the strength to resist, not to hate
I'm not much for preaching, but I admire strength that great.
(chorus)
Dungeons under the dance floor
Turn up the band, don't think anymore
Waltz with a legend, under a blinding light
Victims out of mind, keep them out of sight.
There was torture in that jail, politicals were hated
There was a plan to blow up inmates if Americans invaded
Western fools believed a legend clean and fair
wore Che's face on T-shirts, liked the romantic flair.
So while celebrities made their Castro calls.
Some nasty sadism was going on behind prison walls
Isolation, subhuman conditions, and mutilation
Gratuitous cruelty in this model Marxist nation.
Criminals were treated better than political inmates
The regime may not like thieves, but it hates debates.
One Swede told Armando's wife that Cuba was not heaven
But admitting this was true would give USA a weapon.
Valladares made it out, but wants us to condemn
The fate of those who won't be heard from again
We walk in the sunlit air, where free birds sing
But behind Cuban prison walls, evil is the king