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Faith can move mountains
Love conquers all
Words resonating with truth
Two simple lines
That says everything we need to know
If we choose to heed them
Some of us try and fail miserably
Some don't try
None are free from sin
Nobody is perfect in this imperfect world
We have made for ourselves
From the beginning, God gave us freedom of choice
We goofed it (Big Time)
Selfishness and greed can overpower faith and love
Putting obstacles in the way of everything that is said and done
Devastating as Covid-19 war is something had to happen
To make people realise that things had gone too far
The virus is an invisible enemy attacking all Countries and cultures
We are all in the same boat together
Without language, religious, colour divisions being an issue
All working together as a team
To rid us all of the anxiety and despair that this pandemic is causing worldwide
God's way of shaking a finger at the world in disapproval
The same way any caring father would do
If his family had not listened to him
Jack and our Jill
went up the hill
And there she broke her water.
She laid right down
upon the ground
and bore them both a daughter.
Poor Jack, undone,
had hoped a son;
their marriage, it was fleeting.
In deep despair,
fell down the stair,
and there his heart stopped beating.
But life goes on,
so Jill wed John;
and they too raised a daughter.
A giant mouse
broke in the house,
ate all their cheese and got her.
Off on a quest,
John was out west
to find work as a double.
You might have guessed,
Jill, sorely pressed,
addressed the rodent trouble.
She tracked him down;
he’d gone to ground
all holed up in his hidey.
With daughter there,
she must take care:
no guns, just nice and tidy.
The mouse was sly,
he near got by
but Jill knew rodents better.
And in a snap,
she set the trap:
herself, all smeared with cheddar.
As rodents come,
he wasn't dumb
but instinct overtook him.
Got on his knees
to smell that cheese;
her big knife arced and hooked him.
The mouse now dead,
her girl in bed,
scanned headlines for a story.
There right up front:
Failed Movie Stunt
the details, rather gory.
While filming Wick,
John goofed his trick,
fell head-long through the rafters.
That third time charm
raised Jill’s alarms,
stayed single ever after.
I'm not wild about Harry.
Since he has lost the plot,
Whinging and moaning
And gossiping a lot.
He thinks he is hard done by
And everyone is unfair
To this spoilt prince
With the flaming red hair
His hair is not the only thing that flames.
He has a bad temper too,
He makes trouble and complains
Because he has nothing else to do
He thinks he is special,
And entitled in every way
Everyone should bow down to him
And agree with what he says.
Perhaps we would listen,
If what he says is true
But what has become his truth
Become lies to me and you
He was very privileged.
A Prince among men
You have goofed it, Harry
You will have to think again.
Soon, I must awake
From this deep, traumatized,
Deadly, dreary, doomed, dream
Of the devil and it's advocates
Afflicting my mind
Like a plague;
A ferocious flash flood
With a dubious proclamation:
Ah! the great mamba is gone?
An Iroko tree has fallen!
The wicked, cold, cruel,
Clamy, claws of death
Has stricken Los Angeles,
And the world
With a plague deadlier
Than Pharaoh's and his kinsmen
On the day of Passover
Momentarily, the dreary, deadly
Wings of darkness
Has overshadowed and blanketed
Los Angeles, eclipsing the brilliant,
Illuminating light which shone
Forty one years over the world
Stealing away our sobriety
The great mamba?
This must be a dream!
Soon, I must awake
From this dreary, doomed slumber
To the reality
That:
the great mamba is not dead!
He is peacefully sleeping
Twenty four seven with the lord
Death you goofed on this one
Kobe, just scored a three pointer
Against the cold, clamy, claws of death!
Rest in peace Kobe!
The Soup is playing tricks on me
Or I am losing what is left
On my grasp on reality
And WhatsHisName’s committed theft.
Time and again, I write a verse,
Submit it to a contest next,
Return to find it gone, or worse,
Imagine holes in my cortex.
I know I’ve goofed a time or two,
I might go high as three or four,
But, Soup, you’ve got a glitch in you
And it’s not one that I adore.
Abecedarian I am,
But steady at this game of late,
By double-check, careful exam
To see my poem through the gate.
On my return on the next day,
I’ll check to see if it’s still there,
And, nope, appears it’s gone away;
A real pain in the derrière.
It’s probably some kind of sign:
Eschew the contests and just write,
But is this problem only mine,
Or have you also had this fight?
Hand in hand two sprites on a magic flight
with wings of crystal glass and fairy light
they flew, inside an abstract sky of white
wing to wing, one was nimble one was bright
Wearing taffet gowns of silky swishes
they were often flourishing their wishes
blessing all with benign hugs and squishes
tiny pixies, no bigger than mom's dishes
They were sent to baby rooms and wee ones
they shone like light from fifty golden suns
but every now and then they goofed all thumbs
and landed in a cabbage patch, oh crumbs !
they flew like Peter Pan and Tinker Bell
with magic wands to cast a spell, pell-mell
they scurried this way that and then oh well
they crazed it up and then they cast a spell.
Feb 26, 2023
Sponsor Eve Roper
Contest Name Nursery Rhyme
~ In the Kremlin ~
To the melody of 'In the Ghetto'
Recorded by Elvis Presley, c. 1966
On a cold and dreary Moscow morn
Another Commie baby born
In the Kremlin; in the Kremlin
Well his mama said
hope you don't like bread
'cos I only have potato shreds
in the Kremlin; in the Kremlin
So he grew up lean
And nasty mean
Joined the KGB
Made him just like me* *Like me, V. Putin
In the Kremlin; in the Kremlin
Now he didn't see
My raging jealousy --
He thought I'd let him be
Run fast and free --
But truth be known
His seeds were sown
He'd moan and groan
In misery
And I* set him up... *I, V. Putin
He thought fortune smiled:
He'd gun down planes
And he'd shoot up trains
But when he goofed
They fried his brains
In the Kremlin; in the Kremlin... (Fadeout)
One day, I saw a very unusual thing
in a business newspaper I was perusing.
It was a brief story present on the front page.
A taxpayer considered this thing an outrage.
He was a very honest and straightforward man,
an American from the island of Saipan.
This is a territory in the Pacific;
the Marianas Islands to be specific.
He filed his Federal Income Tax return.
He did not omit anything that he would earn.
The territory was reported as “M. I.”
Some IRS agents soon caught this with their eye.
It appeared that somebody goofed up again.
He got a state income tax form from Michigan.
Jason said people who don't eat meat become dumb.
your body craves meat it nourishes the brain, keeps
it young. I agreed munching on that all beef juicy
hamburger, meat is good.
When I was feeling blue and tired Jason told me
you need to come over to our land, bathe in the cold creek
water, it has healing power for what ills you.
I nodded but never did.
Jason asked for gas money, needed around ten bucks
gave him a twenty.
You can give me change the next time I see you.
It was three weeks and forgotten when I saw him again.
Why ask? it was gone for good.
Jason would say it is what it is whenever he goofed up
life goes on enjoy the ride.
He traveled a lot. Would take off in his old Chevy and be gone
for weeks at a time, went where ever on a hope and a prayer.
Somehow people took to him, he never did without
Jason could spin a story and talk both ears off.
Asked him once what tribe he was, he told me
but I never heard of it and can't remember their name.
Small tribe not many left. He was a big man, not fat at all
tall and broad shoulder, body shaped like a triangle.
Had diabetes so many people do now days.
Jason loved the ladies, if a pretty girl came near
he would run you over to talk to her and talk he did
The ladies would smile and laugh he always had something
humorous to say, funny story in reserve.
Hadn't seen Jason in awhile, was beginning to wonder
about him.
One day a guy I saw him with once asked me
did you hear about Jason? No I responded
He went to the Indian hospital cause he felt really bad
doctor was not in and he sat in the waiting room for hours.
When they came to check on him he was dead.
Couldn't believe it, didn't want to. Was numb.
Thank you for telling me. It was awhile back
I had missed his funeral to, would have gone if I knew.
Jason heart of gold always with a story to tell.
That night for dinner had a big juicy steak in his honor.
Peace, my brother, peace.
Flipping back the pages of my time
I realised I messed up some times
Given a stage in a dance hall
But kicked myself hard in the balls
Wrecked in the shame of my fall
A loved one I can no longer call
I'm sorry for the truth untold
And for the lies that bursted in the cold
The lust that maimed me I allowed
An own goal that should be disallowed
The man in me drained and left me in hallows
It wasn't a game I wanted to play
Was a trade I thought we would gain
Faced with a scene that was insane
Ought to be a night of solace
But ended up a slap on your face
I know this apology is long delayed
I just hope it's never too late
I cant stand the shame I brought to your space
I apologise for the shame I caused
For the pain rather than love
Heartbreak and the rude shock
It wasn't what it's worth
Wishing I can do this in person
But can't stand the judgement of treason
I goofed, and I had no reason for that
No matter how long I freeze my woes within
My apology won't have the best of season.
I regret my actions and inactions
And I hope you heal and forgive me
I'm sorry please
Wasn't my intent to cause you hurt