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Premium Member Not Exactly Break Dancing

On a hot summer night
To a nightclub we danced
My girlfriends and i
Music entranced
 
There i was 
Giving it all
When something happened
That made me fall
 
In disbelief 
Dancing to MJ's beat
My kneecap snapped
Broken real neat
 
The doctors said
It was the strangest break
The pain you have
Will keep you awake
 
No more standing
For weeks to come
I'll let you know
Don't be so glum
 
In the heat of summer
Long days stuck in
Watching TV
Looked after by kin
 
I long for the day
To get back to school
To be with my friends
Who are all real cool
 
The miss of my friends
Sends me round the bend
No job, no money
Parental spend
 
This lucky young lady
Has a caring mum
If it wasn't for her
I sure would be glum
 
So Julia, i said to myself
Your not exactly, left on the shelf
I will get better, wait and see
Back to dancing, 123
 
In time I'll look back
And visualise
The angel who helped
And realise
 
That was my mom
I love her so much
As only mums do
That loving moms touch

 
 
This poem was written for a dear friends daughter, get well soon Julia.



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Childhood's Dream Ii

Nevertheless, I resolved to be a preacher
Waiting as a worker in His vineyard 
As a Sunday school teacher for His call
To avoid eternal condemnation 
And not been helpless fighting spiritually

Here I am as a teacher 
Acting greatly like Bayard
Who is not afraid of the timing thrall
To bewitch code of conduct adulteration 
For fairness and quality mutually

We are all different in thought 
May be not specific in pursuit 
Going will surely be tough
Lasting shall dictate our stand
Not all will stand to the end

Many are dreams we had blindly fought
One deals with it like a brute
Some will handle it very rough 
Few gets to deeply understand 
The motive behind inability to suspend

Chasing a dream like no tomorrow 
Feasting for lent in prayer 
To make out for the best per chance
Oiled by grace will
In its just and totality

Electrical engineering work is a course I borrow
Though, Nigeria has got me to pair
With teaching work to enhance 
Living and paying some bills
A case study of most Nigerians duality

R. I. P to all the dreams that freeze up 
Like a winter snow and get dissolved 
Get well soon all dreams that dry up
Like a raisin in the sun to get resolved


Amen!
Form: Rhyme

Running In High Heels

Running in high heels

I’ve wondered at times how it feels
To run in a pair of high heels
I’m sure it would be such a sight
I’d wobble from left and the right

And damn if I stepped in a hole
I’d probably lose all control
Go flying out off through the air
Onlookers would laugh as they stare

When seeing the mishap I’d found
Me lying face first on the ground
Enduring discomfort and pain
While drenched by a cold winter rain

Though no sense in being afraid
I’m sure some would come to my aide
And maybe, just maybe there’d be
A pretty girl right next to me

To offer me comfort and care
Perhaps hold my hand while she’s there
But that would just come in a dream
If all of you know what I mean

Now kept off my feet for a while
It’s so hard to muster a smile
But soon I know that it would end
I would be brand new once again

Besides, I don’t think I’ve ever seen
A pair of high heels in thirteen
And knowing of my fashion sense
Those shoes would incur an expense 

And if Pradas don’t come in that size
Then it’s now time that I realize
That I’ll never know how it feels
To run in a pair of high heels  


Dedicated to a friend who is in a bit of discomfort right now, hoping to bring a smile. 
Get well soon.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Bench That Changed My Life

In recent days on a holiday
that we spent in the English Lakes
a day spent at Grange-over-Sands
this lovely little town is so great

It has an attraction all of its own
especially down at the duck pond
which is surrounded by many a bench
memories of a bench made me respond

In 1989 after being ill with chickenpox
I spend time there recovering for a week
before leaving home got a get-well card
from a young lady, I admired so to speak

I sat on that bench many a day
reading a get-well card to me
it was so nice that a lady did care
then I was in a quandary under the tree

The bench did indeed change my life
for I did ask that young lady to go out
amazingly she said yes, in time is my wife
sweet memories indeed there is no doubt

(That lady that I did ask out on that first date was Christine now my wife of 33 years.)
Form: Rhyme

Happy Mother's Day, Mom - Part Iii

This is the fourth Mother's Day that has come around since you died.
When you perished, I had to deal with a lot of pain on the inside.
When you became ill, I wanted you to get well and so did my brother.
I found out just how painful it is when a person loses his or her mother.

You are gone but I still have fond memories of you.
You were terrific and other people knew that you were amazing too.
You were a very special mother and I'll always be proud to give you praise.
You still exist in my eyes because I'll carry you in my heart for the rest of my days.

[Dedicated to Agnes Greene-Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Four Foot Caskets

They shouldn’t need to make caskets only four feet long
Pediatricians shouldn’t have to specialize in oncology
Scarves shouldn’t be worn by ten year old girls
To protect their bald heads as caused by radiology

Little arms shouldn’t bare puncture marks from IV needles
Fifth grade homework shouldn’t be delivered to hospital beds
Last rites shouldn’t be given before her confirmation dress is worn
Parents shouldn’t be praying that they were the ones dying instead

She is too innocent to fear her impending death
She is too young to regret having never fallen in love
Watching your child suffer through this torment and pain
It is easy to lose faith in a merciful God up above

Get well cards shouldn’t have Hello Kitty on front
A last wish shouldn’t be for a Happy Meal
When they remove her lifeless body from this hospital room
They shouldn’t need to prepare it for another sick boy or girl

They shouldn’t need to make caskets only four feet long
Easily carried by just two men
Funeral parlors shouldn’t be crowded with the grade school staff
And a roomful of crying children


For the "One Silver Tear Free Poetry Contest".  Written and posted on 7/23/2012.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

You Can Never Pray Enough

You look and see the shape the world is in
You're so afraid any day it's going to end
Let me let you in on a secret friend

You can never PRAY enough

You're asking me if that helps
I'm asking you if not then what else
As the world around you quickly melts

You can never PRAY enough

The moral collapse of society 
The putrid air that we all breathe 
Needs that drive us to our knees

You can never PRAY enough

The knuckle heads that are in charge
The loony's running freely in the yard
The very best in get well cards

You can never PRAY enough

Even when it's all running smooth
Be it Latitude or Longitude
Word of mouth or in the news

You can never PRAY enough

My advice to those out there
Retirement age or Kinder care
Here or there or anywhere

You can never PRAY enough
Form: Rhyme

PROTECT

Protect yourself from harm, don’t let anyone take you down. 
Down a road that will make you sick, sick that you can never get well again. 
Loves I want you to be well, so plan and protect yourself by planning well. 
Think of your future and all you want to be, make a plan that will take you to all your dreams. 
Dreams that you think are unreachable can be achieved, you can be all that you dream. 
Planning and protecting yourself every day by following your path to bright and happy days. 
Wishing you well on your journey to making all your dreams come true, so plan, protect, and move with intent to make your life all you can be. 
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Form: Rhyme

Sorry

Every day I come to this platform and stay some time
This is full of sagacious, poetic victuals stage  
Without any experience, I hold the wise weapon pen 
Slightly can fill my hungry weak heart
Coz such rich protein is harmful to my brain-body
Whatever in the time of leaving every day I discharge some brain wastage

Without thanksgiving, this coming and leaving every day is immodesty
I know! Yes, sorry for my egoistic character
Feel proud always still the platform allows me to stay every day

For my ungrateful mood, I feel extremely sorry
But the bad habit of mood won’t be changed in me 

Thanks
Thanks a lot everyone
Sincere thanks to all the respected, revered poets and poetess
Those who have given precious time to my writing, read, commented and evaluated
Thanks also to those who didn't have time for my writing,
Thanks to those who will give the dearly time to my brain wastage

Earth's chest is now infected with an unknown risky virus
The natural body of the earth is now in unsafe sick amorous

The way to get well being unknown and have to stay home like a prison cell
So, stay home, stay safe

Thanks again everyone


22.06.2020 Chattogram

Still Burning

Still burning


I want someone who sets my heart on fire.
An eternal flame that is not denied.
I need a new spark to burn an avalanche of liars.
I need a direct route through to wife.


I want a get well card for my love life.
A slice of that cake sure looks nice,
But inside it’s carrot cake.
Where is the chocolate?  
Vegetables!
Give me a break!


Catch my drift and lead me into temptation.
I need to find a new sensation.
A love I have never had before.
Been there, done that; so tired; so bored.
I want a never before seen, woman of my dreams, 
Who is destined to become my Queen.


Not a lover who already has a lover,
Or a lover who finds a new lover, 
When I am meant to be with her.
I want original; not the same old same.
Give me fireworks!  
Come on!  Entertain!


A notion of excellence.
I don’t want to be one of many men.
I want to be unique.
One reject; two rejections;
Already taken, makes three.


If all I can have is bad for me,
Give me bad at lying; give me empathy.
Give me something for me…
Please.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
© Aa Harvey  Create an image from this poem.
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