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(G Penta minor for the first lines in a ballad pulse 72 quarter, )
My wolves are my strength, and I am their strength
We are a pack, and we are family
Messing with them is messing with me
Messing with me is messing with them
Different species are in our ranks. We are no longer exclusively one species.
(F Blues/D major – pulse 90 then 120 quarter)
We gather ourselves towards the kill and strike
Come and try to fight us and you’ll find out the strength of our bite
Here us howl
Oh, little lamb how the flesh feeds us and comes out in a pile of excrement
Of course, you were a pile of excrement when you opened your mouth to bleh with the others of your false flock
You lied to the others about being the strength of a pack when you were a mere charcutier board
(Repeat backwards)
Of course, you were a pile of waste when you opened your jaws to speak as you were following the flock into the slaughterhouse
Oh! Little Lamb how your flesh was to become the food for those that have demonized us, while giving you a false hope to be redeemed, when in truth they were stealing your spirit and soul.
Your body was the last thing to be given away.
They wanted it until you took it back.
You were thrown to us to become the flesh we need to survive. Well, little lamb you were not a true lamb.
(Eb minor 100 quarter)
You were not a black sheep.
You were a small wolf being feed lies by a den of thieves that gave you that name.
When we asked what your name was you stated that you were called a Lamb.
They have betrayed you and threw you to us.
They thought they knew the wolves and gave us little credit.
We have existed before they came about.
We were the ones that guarded them when they were weak
We only eat the ones that hurt the population dynamics
Little Lamb, do you see the one next to me?
It is a lamb that travels with me as my mate.
A lamb that travels with the wolves will never be alone or need to show fear from us or from anyone; because the strength of one is the strength of all, and the strength of all is the strength of one.
Come join us for the kill and the fight to survive!
[44]" It is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body.
There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body.
[46] Howbeit that was not first which is spiritual,
but that which is natural;
and afterward that which is spiritual."
1 Corinthians 15
"We all begin as winners in the race to fertilize. So we've all been the recipients of the most coveted prize... life. " -by the Poet:)
In my dreams
I can fly,
I can run like I have no mass. Weightless Anchorless
No fear of falling, as if gravity
is taking a much needed vacation.
Movement made with
mind not muscle
Sights not seen with the eye
Taking in sensation through my whole being.
The MOON
my silent stalker lighting my way
Casting my shadow on the tree tops and fields.
The shape unknown.
FREE!
The wind hitting my face,
the scent of the pines.
I hear the river below,
racing me, leading me
My secret shadow following
the waves and flow
Breaking apart
On the rocks and spray.
Is this the secret life of spirit?
Known before time in heaven?
Before the tethering rope of flesh.
Is this recollection of floating in the waters of the womb?
A life long past
A life far in the future
A life remembered, longed for, hoped for.
A life of spirit
Flying Free!
Going To The Fair
A farmer owned a large bull who was very big and strong and had a very high opinion of himself. One day the farmer’s bull was being lead to the fair, the bull thinking he would naturally be judged the best and gain first prize.
On the way they passed a field in which there was a horse who thought,
“I wonder where they are going?” then jumped over his fence and followed the bull to the fair.
The horse and the bull then passed a sty with a pig in it and the pig thought,
“Food!” and broke out of his sty and followed the horse, and bull to the fair.
After a while they passed a field with some sheep and the sheep thought,
“Baaaah!” and broke through the hedge that enclosed their field and followed the pig, the horse, and the bull to the fair.
The farmer saw his sheep, the pig, the horse, and the bull walking along the road and thought,
“I must get my sheep back into their field,” and followed the sheep, the pig, the horse and the bull along the road to the fair.
Then the farmer’s wife saw the farmer walking along the road behind the sheep, the pig, the horse and the bull and said,
“Silly old fool, I ought to see where he is going!” and followed the farmer, the sheep, the pig, the horse and the bull to the fair.
Then the farmer's dog saw the farmer and his wife walking along the road and thought,
“Perhaps I should follow them,” and followed the farmer and his wife, the sheep, the pig, the horse, and the bull along the road to the fair.
When they got to the fair the bull turned round and was very happy to see the horse, the pig, the sheep, the farmer, his wife and dog and thought they had all come to see him gain first prize at the fair.
But the dog said, “I was just following my master and his wife.
And the farmer’s wife said, “I was just following my silly husband.”
And the farmer said, “I just wanted to get my sheep back into their field.
And the sheep said, “Baaaah!”
And the pig said, “I thought they were all going to get some food!”
And the horse, being inquisitive, said, “I just followed the bull to see where he was going.”
And the bull was very unhappy because he really did think they had all come to see him gain the first prize at the fair.
Barry Stebbings
08/21/18
Ask the government if you can die.
Frighten them at most.
Those who'd give you answers then
would have you as their host.
Cowards laws to break you in.
Them who'd crave the power.
Telling you confess to them.
Corruption they would tower.
All the agents flocking by.
People you'd leave cries.
Unimpressive power hounds.
Incompetence that tries.
Leading you to sure despair.
Following undone.
Sealing us a damning fate
to leaving us as one.
Hope to bring some help to us,
sealing of our faith.
Together looking out for us
when death comes for it's Saithe.
Fighting to bring out our values.
Nurture those who can.
For the value of a human being
may just be in the man.
We can't run from who we are
Our destiny's chooses us before life
Time just a moment of existence
Or does it really exist time itself
The time past never to get back
Or what time does one seriously have
Death be certain, life isn't; even young die early
Our souls we live everyday survival
The heart, the main artery to breathe
The instinct of emotion known from where
Love of a being even from its depths_
Darkness seeks fulfillment of enthusiastic belief
Seeing a world before our eyes journey leads
They following God,if you believe what you read
The kindness to one another they cry
Or their own selfish acts of humanity greed
No color but red we all bleed the same
We seek love for the other, freedom from man
Even ourselves we shed away from truth
But truth set's you free in yourself
Destiny's Chosen, elite group chosen people
A deception to the mind we fall weak
Loosing true sight in all we feel we believe
Even in I my standards fall short of glory
But only in me can I find the peace
The one to bring love, Destiny's Chosen
A being,a heart, extraordinary light unforeseen
In a small town there lived a little lady
The lady`s name was Lucinda
Lucinda was always bubbling, cheerful and happy
When she laughed here rolling laughter,
both her cheeks and bosom shaked
She was a beautiful woman with wide hips,
and a butt as big as a dinner table
Lucinda was old and walking was difficult
and life was not so easy for her
She had not so much in this world,
but she always brought a bicycle
Everyone in the small town would help her
as best they could
Whatever you did for her, she thanked with these words:
"You shall have my old bike when I die"
Following the bubbling laughter, shaking cheeks and bosom
Everyone in the small town knew Lucinda,
loved her and wanted to help her
Same thanks every time:
"You shall have my old bike when I die"
Now Lucinda is dead
Her bike the city has received as a gift from Lucinda
If you see a bike in the flower park in the small town
Is it to remind the beloved sweet, rolling round Lucinda
that was always cheerful and happy
27.04.2012
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
I've been tracing the starry sky with little dots,
my fingers dancing in diverging paths of knots,
I long for a curl leading to a slumber in blues,
through these sinuous rivers my thoughts cruise.
A garden of warmth, my woolen scarf I nuzzle,
my nose itches against the embroidered puzzle,
I remember mother's fingers turning with devotion,
beautiful threads twisting on the scarf in motion.
"How do you identify the threads in that maze?"
I would often ask following the needle in daze.
"Oh you just need to hold on to a single strand,
and knit or loosen it retracing the color band."
How will I ever escape my fears if I am lost?
I realize this question in my mind hadn't crossed,
her answer echoes my hopes trapped in dim rooms,
to extinguish agony I need to plunge into fumes.
Holding colored love, labyrinths of threads I face,
her ethereal touch in my scarf, my fingers trace,
through whispering lullabies in stars I sprawl,
led to an ocean of light beyond that fearful wall.
June 25, 2020
Maze - 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance(A Dear Heart)
~Winner: 1st Place
August 21 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 32-34
Key Verse – Jeremiah 32:18 Thou shewest lovingkindness unto thousands, and recompensest the iniquity of the fathers into the bosom of their children after them: the Great, the Mighty God, the LORD of hosts, is his name.
HEART THAT IS GRIPPED BY THE LOVINGKINDNESS OF THE LORD
Our heart is gripped by the lovingkindness of the Lord…
…against sins’ lethargic blight
Whenever we sleep restlessly due to guilt-caused might
Surely, His grace is all we need to face mirror of His mercy-filled light
Especially in reflecting biblical testimony delight.
Our heart is gripped by the lovingkindness of the Lord…
…against pride’s dream
Whenever we drift along vanity stream
Surely, His help is all we depend on to erase our haughtiness cream
Especially in humbling us to smite arrogant scream.
Our heart is gripped by the lovingkindness of the Lord…
…against ambition’s delusion
Whenever we imagine with great achievement’s illusion
Surely, His guidance is all we need to combat self-esteem’s pre-occupation
Especially in following His leading toward heavenly direction.
Our heart is gripped by the lovingkindness of the Lord…
…against slothfulness’ comfort
Whenever we neglect responsibilities with carelessness’ retort
Surely, His discipline is all we accept to be our best resort
Especially in transforming us for a good report.
Our heart is gripped by the lovingkindness of the Lord…
…against sluggishness’ prevalence
Whenever we indulge in pampering silence
Surely, His prodding is all we need to correct our indolence
Especially in driving us into diligence-opulence.
Our heart is gripped by the lovingkindness of the Lord…
…against complaints’ drowsiness
Whenever we murmur because of hardship’s heaviness
Surely, His truth is all we ask for to handle challenges with hopefulness
Especially in working through His wisdom’s effectiveness.
Our heart is gripped by the lovingkindness of the Lord…
…against foolishness’ entanglement
Whenever we clamor for famous worldly accomplishment
Surely, His Scripture’s assurance is all we trust to check our engagement
Especially in bringing us to repentance by His pardon-fulfillment.
August 21, 2026
I was waiting to meet you for I knew you were there, I have always known you, inside my
heart you lived before we met,
My eyes knew they would recognise you, although I had never seen you before in my life,
Lonliness is nothing but the time that we wait for good things eventually come, the
hardest was knowing what to say, yet we were never strangers.
Life leads all on a path that they blindly walk to it's conclusion, my world began and
ends in your heart, but I am no longer blind, my eyes see what you see,
Happily I walk in your shadow, following your lead, remember you told me that? Follow my
lead baby, you will know exactly what to do!
I have been in love with you all my life, I can not wait to be with you again, this is a
bright woven love song, stitched and sown together by creative hands, the night in its
brilliance of stars send the comfort blanket of hope and dreams, you talk of the moon and
its light, I too see that cosmic love affair .
You spoke of a house on Christ Boulevard, spiritually we are bound in death as in life,
your Spirit on bended knee before my Spirit,
Until the day we live in a home upon this earth, mortally and spiritually my Spirit
resides in heaven besides yours,
and in my eyes every morning I say thank-you for making me so very happy, and just how
much I love you,
I saw my life in your eyes too, I was given the gift to see, and how beautifully was the
vision of love that reflected between you and me.
Rainbows are made from the tears and light of this union, what a beautiful sight!
People here and after rushing though the rainbow beams
All with a pursuit to reach green.
One with Starbucks in hand worried
about the Boss’s stern mouth
In the other lane,
the arrogant one with Blackberry in her hand
planning 7 o’clock happy hour with the girls..
Another, the scornful with mood swings
blowing temper creating mist of anger forming
Nothing but a halo of rage.
Probably cursing the driver ahead for driving on 60!
Another urging her toddlers to rest,
“Sit Sit “, she commands
Receiving nothing but mere nods and scheming smiles.
Then realizing the blessing and following it
with a pause of tolerating acceptance.
Pondering,
” After all they still remain children, they’ll grow soon” and
then following it with an obvious shift of expression”
If only HE would get up his lazy bottom in the morning!”
Many scenes of different genres, fascinating and many times entertaining. With
curtains rolling at Red stops….
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