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Panting, running, paying, fuming,
Bumping, swearing, hurrying, driving,
All because today is the thirty first
Of the month, why are we all nigh to burst!
Got to buy groceries, go the butcher
The dry cleaners, the florist, the baker,
Did i turn on the slow cooker?
Have guests coming at 8.00p.m still
On the road, home in 15 minutes – phone Will,
Darling, Did you collect the birthday cake,
There is a big accident, traffic hectic won’t make
It to pick it up – Yes sweetheart I have
Drive carefully the roads are crazy,
Looks like a storm brewing, weather drizzly and hazy.
As I arrive in our driveway it pours with rain,
And I drop a packet, which had the red wine, I stain
My clothes and the car seat, go have your shower,
Hubby says, relax, everything is under control,
Turned shower taps to their full strength and power
Exhausted, let the water run over my naked body
Till I feel refreshed, get dressed in my
Sexy black number,
And come downstairs, hubby gives me a wolf whistle,
Just wait till the guests leave he says, look at him
From under my lashes!
The aroma wafting from the stove is
Provocatively divine!
And next to the sofa is a glass of room
Temperature red wine.
Table is set, arrange flowers I brought in a vase,
Immediately, the bell goes ding dong,
It’s Cherry and Tim,
She couldn’t wait to show me her engagement ring,
Hot on their heels are Susan and Barry,
He has just asked Susan to him marry,
And last of all my twin sister Rina, arrives she’s wise,
With her new boyfriend in tow she bellows, Hi guys!
Fun was had and wine was drunk
Laughter abounded in the lounge and dining room,
We all forgot how tired we were and
It was end of the month, and all the media forecasted,
Was doom and gloom!
It was my birthday, turning forty, no turning back now,
Don’t regret a day of my life, bless the day I took my vow,
Happy birthday dear Mary, happy Birthday to you,
I felt blest had my hubby and sister present and select
Friends but few,
Mellow and happy and with certainly no one drunk,
Just four happy couples full of zest and funk!
Our guests began departing, in twos they left,
I slipped of my shoes and gave a big yawn,
Will picked me up, and must have undressed
Me – for all I remember is waking up to a peck
On my cheek,
And a scrumptious breakfast in bed,
I always knew I had picked the right guy to wed!
One fist in the air
With a candle in the other
The wax melting status
Of the lives that were smothered
Lining along with the march
If the cowardice was unseen
Then it was sure
There was nothing left to bother.
In the memory of the fallen
A father lost his daughter
Dragged by the collars
Her pain was greeted with laughters
With pardons and pleas
They came back out again
Evils thought to live below
But it walked right among us.
A liquid in display
Had a cheap price to pay for
Concentrated effects
But it was still not mentored
A splash in the eye
And a flash that delivered
She got herself scarred
And you still act unaware
Of the facts
With a blindfold
You kept ignoring the facts
And a news forecasted
To see how you all react
On couches and beds
You let a simple abuse slip out
But that's all you can do
It was the power I was fed up of.
Mother...
I ask you mother...
If charity began at home
Why was the country termed as mother
Father...
I ask you father...
If you are the one with muscles
Then why are not our mothers
Taller than the sky
Heavier than the Earth
A burden you should bear
But I see undeveloped futures
Oh mommy oh daddy
Though you're showering blessings
I do not see any
Parental advisory covers.
Belief and faith
Maintains a simple human nature
The nature that brings
A hope for a better future
Relying upon them is
What you all can do
But the foundation it's build upon
Must have a base too
The ghost in the attic is what you fear
And when s happen
You shed a tear
Along with me
As I feel helpless when I rhyme
That is all I can do
It is my biggest crime
And then come dreams
The results of the nature
Feeding on it
With a sour displeasure
The one on the thrones
Keep on giving orders
The blind fool people
Is it what you desire?
Woke up
Wanted to cry a rain
After a cloudy mind
Found the time
To stake a claim
On a forecasted brainstorm
I heard the winds just a singing
So suddenly
A lovely prison song
While I smiled
Proud to be in the custody
Of my woman's arms
Cradeled and eased
In her sleepless breeze
Slumbered
In the sheer comfort
Of she
It's just got to be man!
I believe it
That this right here
Is the strongest weakness
Known to anything
That has had
The priveledge
Of breathing
Frankly I'm just
Speaking of
That greater love that knows how to prevail
That in which way after you've fell
The goodness keeps you on falling
Dig what I'm talking? Maybe.................
Spiritually I’m daily in the devils crosshairs, sending thoughts to me, result? Confusion.
Every time I am by myself, I know he’s going to be intruding.
Knowing my earthly nature he’s feeling pretty secure.
I’m aware of him 24/7, so with me he’s has no power, and surely has no cure.
Hatred, deceit, vanity and just plain evil.
Where he would’ve been exalted in him a beautiful consul.
Choices that he made were his downfall.
He wouldn’t exist if not for our Creator, God made all.
So vain, so evil, a master deceiver,
Has been a sanctuary for his fallen angels, his followers, his unbelievers.
His first thought, his so called plan is already at a loss.
He’ll take as many souls that are being tormented they will pay the ultimate cost.
Many will follow not thinking at all that he will surely loose.
They will mourn with him throughout eternity they haven’t had a clue.
Christians listen to me; you are being deceived straight to hell.
Look, seek, you’ll fine the answer, save yourself, and read your Holy Bible.
God gives you a way to save yourself, trust in His Son.
He shed His blood forecasted the good news and we know He’s God’s chosen one.
God’s voice His Holy Spirit that showed the Prophets His light and way.
Get out of his crosshairs watch the Heavens for His return, study the Bible, feel protected and simply have faith and pray.
Copyright Simply Spiritual, Llc. Robert Ball
August 31, 2011
There are gray skies north to south
Fertile new world land needing a water spout
Before the purple mountain majesty time
There is a yellow shine
Beautiful blue the sky chimes
But when the moon takes control
Everything is black as coal
Unless there is stars that glitter
A small glow fitter
Making the attempt to brighten a galaxy dark and bitter
Every day a blazing ball goes around
Visiting each city and small town
Giving light that is bright
Defending its space right
Against storm clouds looking for a fight
Sometime when the breeze plays tough
Seas are choppy and rough
Not wanting a placid scene
Only a violent oceanic slamming scream
To the sand it does pound
Nature’s reality’s soothing sound
Challenging the surf
On its angry turf
A lady with a board
Discounted inside the boutique store
Just another meeting
Stronger than a biblical reading
Communicating with a curly wake
Being honest not fake
When things simmer down
To calm water on the ground
Tomorrow is forecasted a nice day
At the beach she will stay
Listening to the tranquil tide tease
Allowing the sun to do what it please
Making her golden brown
Creating an image where love can be found
And eventually will wear a white wedding gown
To be sent off in loving bliss
Having one last wish
A fluffy towel and a good luck kiss
have heard latest scare
would tip over my wheelchair
on floor sit and stare
heat did take its toll
what we need is climate control
which shall save our soul
birds no longer tweet
were devastated by heat
much trauma will meet
soon my poem shall read
to all those who always need
their minds thoughts to feed
we want to chastise
all of those who advertise
with their alibis
found a perfect place
where they did race into space
while we set the pace
people did approve
monument we must remove
never to return
did start and begin
voting via a drive in
through the thick and thin
what we may dispute
vaccine in arms they should shoot
no longer pollute
picture we shall scan
that was of the Taliban
catch us if you can
Congress often gambles
country is now in shambles
through budget rambles
never gave a rip
republicans out should ship
send them on long trip
Congress lost their mind
not patient or ever kind
we should leave behind
seemed so nice and brave
McCann rolled over in his grave
to Trump still a slave
Congress was distraught
lied and cheated and were caught
round peg in square slot
what we forecasted
by Congress were lambasted
too long had lasted
Was dull and stingy
congress had lacked energy
caused by allergy
picture depicted
Taliban being and convicted
we had predicted
Tiana used to brag that she could tame the ferocious striped beasts.
Common villagers laughed at the small girl with the all-knowing blue eyes.
Until she marched into their lair and came out alive, riding one of their cubs.
Clovershire was full of people who were afraid of Tiana’s mystical ways.
Now they were terrified of her, and her steed, a gallivanting frisky tiger.
And she was only ten years old.
Tiana and her tiger were soon battle trained with the knights.
No girl had ever done this until now, but King Virgil saw the true Tiana
For who she really was, and he wanted her to have the best ammunition.
Few knew that her birth had been forecasted in his main prophet Sai’s dreams.
None would have believed that King Virgil had been expecting her,
or that he dabbled in sorcery and magic.
Tiana became the fiercest combatant in Clovershire’s
history of battles and wars, slashing her way across bloody meadows.
Leaving deceased rival villagers hither and yon in pieces.
Villagers still tell the tale of Warrior Tiger Woman
none realizing she had been imagined and created by Sai and a warlock
twenty years before they could conjure her up, and present her to King Virgil.
Visualization is a powerful tool of mystics and sages.
That 9/11 Day
I was eager that day,
Just as I was
Any other day,
To start my work,
And state the statistics,
Discourage clientelle,
Validate company antics,
Embrace others
When I thought would,
Make a good share price,
Positive returns,
No dice,
But when I reached
The door of my room,
A heard the most horrific
Boom:
No way out,
No hope,
No exceptions,
No dope,
No perceptions,
No scope,
No connections,
To help you cope;
No person,
To assist,
With the problem,
To list
Your objections,
To the phenomenon,
The horrific phenomenon,
Death, war, stench,
Which was never,
Expected,
Predicted,
Asserted,
Affronted,
Depicted,
Contrasted,
Batted,
Punted,
Posited,
Spotted,
Pounded,
Chatted,
Painted,
Lifted,
Forecasted,
Calculated,
Forwarded,
Gaited,
Grunted,
Projected,
Postulated,
Supposed,
Macerated,
Vaginated…
Portended,
Aggravated,
Criminated,
Presented,
Charted,
Founded,
Surfeited,
Attracted,
Prompted,
Forwarded,
Bayonetted,
Fermented,
Antedated,
Refracted,
Stated,
Pronated.
It never resonated,
It just exploded.
It was hell,
Heat, smoke, dust,
‘Cos somebody was angry…
The devil:
ISIS.
I was inside a hut
Didn't see you around
Looking like a nut
Wondering where you're bound?
We talked about this
What time and place
We didn't change to miss
The spot to see each other's face.
It should be raining today
Weather forecasted the other day
I'm here waiting
While you're somewhere sitting.
I'm calling you
Your phone behind you
Not answering my call
Mumbling over my call.
Then you arrive
One hour later today
I left the hut I drive
Five hours away this way.
Now you're weeping
Standing on hut's wet floors
I already cried and thinking
Forgetting your word above the doors.
Doors I left wide open and set
For you to see how raindrops came in
Inside the hut where we first met
Make you realize rains are my tears that went in.
I am the raindrops
On wet floors you're standing
They are not tears of sadness but joydrops
Of me, behind the hut, watching you and fonding.
You turned around
And saw me with extending arms
For you, I'll always come around
With your faith in me, I'm in your arms...
Forever.
Have you seen the rain?
I can be your rain forever
Rain to keep you wet out of pain
Wet, but not cold, to keep you loved ever.
she seldom smiles and when she does so do i
she clings to angels and clandestine clouds on high
her thoughts are a mystery held in the hand of a sequestered place
she seldom smiles but when she does it paints one on my face
while i wonder what the winsome woman ponders about
as she sits upon a padded divan within a cabin formed of concrete and doubt
she strolls steadfastly and softly searching for security
a romantic lady who reflects refinement, patience and purity
every step premeditated
each measured movement by a mystery created
no one can be certain what thoughts slice though her mind
she is divinity, deliberation and a delicacy defined
her past is hidden by tommorow's demand
and her future is forecasted by a far off land
she follows a chart set for strenth verses stagnation
as her conscience vies with mis-information
she seldom smiles and i wonder why
she has everything a god of beauty cannot deny
a woman with a countentenance that is counted among a very few
as her lips drip with the taste of virgin morning dew
she mixes up drinks, minds and sundry styles
for that there is the lady who seldom smiles
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