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Between Blue Ridge Mountains and Chesapeake Bay
Almost eight and a half million people here do sashay,
One of the original colonies, back in the settlers’ day,
Part of the American Revolution, Virginia was, in a big way.
Pony Express Riders did not stop to eat much or play.
They traveled quickly, then scooted just as quickly away.
Presidents grew up here – four out of the first five, anyway.
Virginia houses the Pentagon, a formidable building in every way.
The mountains are beautiful. Their smoky secrets squirreled away.
The waters are cool and clean – Potomac and Chesapeake Bay.
We love our trip to Virginia, have to stay much more than one day.
In the evening we can find Shenandoah Salamander, if we choose to stay.
King Dominion’s Amusement Park advocated for children in a big way.
They determine when school can open, and it is not before Labor Day.
Virginia is full of politicians, and each thinks they must have their say.
Have some peanuts, made popular by soldiers back in the Civil War day.
Come in the autumn when the leaves are golden and the squirrels play.
Or in the winter when the Christmas shops are alive and dancing in full sway.
Virginia is expensive, but you can eat the homemade fudge down Richmond way.
Just come on over and have a good time. We guarantee that you’ll sashay.
courtesy of management in general
and particularly Jackie Geiger
assistant property agent.
One benefit living social
at Highland Manor Apartments
until decrepit and bent...
constitutes qualifying for reimbursement
direct deposited into checking
as chump change event,
hence one generic grateful gent
feels self satisfied as Clark Kent.
After broken wing and prayer
granted courtesy The Flying Tigers
at long last located valuable information
issued December of each year
surprisingly enough exactly where
social security (2021) 1099 form
remained untouched, I swear,
yet earlier yesterday April 5th, 2022
at 1500 hours though very near,
and finally located necessary documentation
(think rental rebate) here
with unexpected discovery
birthed following poem aware
many if not all avid readers
will not care, nor give rat's a$$
regarding humdrum minor dilemma
involving one bonafide
*****sapiens merely
bruising himself – common Joe
garden variety generic biomass,
nonetheless, he fetes, lauds, tauts...
rental rebate tantamount
approximating financial reimbursement
without being unduly crass.
Thus reasonable rhyme
yours truly doth aire
without stut... stut...
stuttering, yet no guarantee
wordsworth their weight
in gold will ring clear
more likely receive
frosty reception everywhere
across world wide web,
perhaps with unwelcome glare,
yet profuse apology
if man with wit - me,
(i.e. Whitman) didst unwittingly interfere
with unwanted distraction
courtesy bobbing square
pants donned sponge
soaking up precious time (yours)
foolish longfellow rushing in where
one capricorn long since wed
not nsync, but alone,
cuz angels fear to tread
"quod erat demonstrandum"
forgotten Latin accessed
at least once year
when yours truly crafts poetry
more familiarly recognized as Q.E.D.
(shares close pronunciation
with ska quid word)
ditch costs extra nay saying
horse sense according to Ned,
whoop sorry, I meant mister Ed.
Tiptoe through the darkness round the lip of lexicon
Peer into the mouth of what awaits the hear and gone
Careful! One misstep can send you tumbling down
Grab it by the throat, lest your message come unbound
Wrestling with the spirit, is it angel is it muse?
Or ghost upon the parapet? It's up to you to choose
Choices come in bunches, but wise ones not so much
And eloquence no guarantee to come through in the clutch
For beauty's eye is keen, it watches through the night
A single erring step, can dim the brightest light
A shade of blackness guaranteed to put the soul to sleep
The words alluring, fleeting, fading... lovely, dark and deep
Full of promises the words are lovely, dark and deep
The cry of a suffering child
if you have to do it
do it for the sake of the children
for too many have lost
the value of child hood
too many are out of care
too many are naked with out
parental care in our ghetto streets
were reality speaks the truth of corruption
our community bleeds
our thirds world are still exploited
it bleeds yes it bleeds
so if you are willing
to help for a change
if you have to do it
do it for the sake of the children
The cry of a suffering child
let a child grow
let them grow with care
let them live young with out torture
let their mind be filled
with the moral values of truth
don't forget you will get old
one day
and if we allow this young ones
to suffer
our old age has no guarantee
so let help build a better world
with out a child abuse
so if you have to do it
do it for the sake of the children
The cry of the suffering child
starvation
isolation
torture
suffering
please chase them far
from a child
they are innocent of
our calamities
they deserve the best care
they deserve the best moral values
our tomorrow is better
only when we care for them
so if you care
help save a child
if you must do it
do it for the sake of the children
the cry of the suffering child
if you have to do it
do it for the sake of the children
let every child be protected
so young from suffering
for too many child
crys for help in distance places
let every child be feed
by every good need
they need to grow
above all save a child
from been abuse
save the value of every child
every were
every place
every countries
every streets
so our future could be save
if you have to do it
do it for the sake of the children
I saw that look upon your face
You thought I did not see
The disappointment in your eyes
Clearly meant for me
A vision of the future,
It pressed into my brain
I know that I could have my way
And that you’d remain
You’d regret your decision
Though one that you would own
No matter the adventure
You’d not leave me alone
That look I saw made me sad
Clearly meant for me
To realize what I must do
With no guarantee
My love is strong, though I am weak
So, I must trust, let go
To open doors for you to seek
The world that you would know
"Envelope"
We knew what we were about
when we signed up
the other side of the mirror
mothers become gods
for a short while
and perhaps
long after
what servant is man
when he believes
he’s as big a god
in the realm
of playing children
lost for a time
in Bedlam
forgotten
sunk in the idea of building
something better, drunk on
below depth power
another's mindfield sucked on
like marrow from the bone
errant property lost somewhere
in that runaway train
women have always
held the Circe key
golden apples 3
before a goddess
unbreakable power held
within
true strong queens
locks
never guarantee
safety
and doors
sometimes disappear
in the undertow
invisible
drowned
and
envelopes
closed portals
don’t open
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Lilith" / Halsey
https://youtu.be/arSQHqPqxx8
LYRICS/ "Lilith", Halsey
https://genius.com/Halsey-lilith-lyrics
Detective Laura Norder wouldn’t recognise a border
Her jurisdiction knew no bounds when there had been disorder
As the toughest girl in town she always won the day
The cells were crammed with criminals that she had put away
Laura Norder stood her ground if she should be confronted
By vicious thugs who’s I.Q. seemed to be a little stunted
She never failed to face them down and see it all as fun
But then she never failed to tote a fully loaded gun
Laura Norder went downtown, her senses they were tingling
There were people all around with whom she could be mingling
But all those people scattered when a knife man blocked her path
She grinned and left him battered in her bloody aftermath
Laura Norder had no way of knowing his connections
And later she would still indulge in zero introspections
A mobster aimed his gun and said, “You gonna soon be dead.”
A blur of motion left a bullet lodged inside his head
For Laura Norder, highly skilled with weapons or unarmed
Left the foulest gangster prone and she herself unharmed
She always had the upper hand; she’d see minute inflections
And spot the tiny details that belied their next intentions
Laura Norder wasn’t someone anyone crossed twice
Treat her decent and I guarantee she’d treat you nice
But leave a greasy fingerprint or shoe print in the mud
And you’ll be lucky if you’re breathing… in a pool of blood
For Laura Norder walks a line that’s almost tightrope thin
She’ll skirt the very edge of law to bring the felons in
So, run a mile or run a thousand, she will hunt you down
And you had best be ready… she’s the toughest girl in town
Laura Norder isn’t butch, she’s pretty as can be
But that and what I tell you must remain with you and me
I found her sobbing in her car beside a busy road
And when I asked, “What’s wrong,” she said…
“I think I squashed a toad.”
You can run
But there’s no hiding from yourself.
Done is done.
Can’t put your soul upon a shelf.
Put your heart inside a box
It just keeps breaking all the locks
And getting free. There’s no mystery…
You can cry.
It doesn’t matter what they say.
Don’t know why
But does it matter anyway?
As the walls come tumbling down
In slow motion, with no sound
It all looks so darned profound
In the movies.
You can fight.
Doesn’t guarantee a win.
Is it right
Or just an ordinary sin?
Forge your chain-mail link by link
And make certain you will sink
Into the sea. There no mystery…
We complain
Stifled by our every choice.
Yet it’s plain
We love the sound of our own voice.
All those noises in your head
All those voices that you dread
It’s just the script nobody read
In the movies…
There’s no digital effects
That’ll clean up every mess.
No director yelling, “Cut! Let’s try again.”
We must all do our own stunts.
And we can only do it once.
But we’re no actors. We’re just ordinary men…
So, look around.
You can see it everywhere.
It’s not profound
Though, more or less, we’re unaware.
It’s the land of make believe
Meant to trap and to deceive
The unwary and naïve
In the movies…
No longer Bible does appear
The guarantee of truth
In court
No longer the presumption works
As guilty they're fact
No longer Jury can decide
I am off the Law Enforcement
For the Computation
Of the Military Pact
The Hitler broke the Diplomatic the Convention
Your tactical is tact
Your focal point
Do concentrate
You must be targeting your fire
Horizons your event
What's your intention's the desire?
You might be doing firearms for sport
But not for the collection of your arsenal
Civilian Defense?
Why selling rifles the assault
So freely as they are specific instruments of mine
There is military, there is civil sports
There are the rules of safety handling arms and fire
Control your own arms today
As war of Law now works with neuroscience
Cartoons for kids today exist for business so they would be buying
I must confessed, I had no idea this was my quest.
But I will try to do my best.
Defeating the enemy, that was my destiny.
He does not come with a pitchfork and horns,
This is not the way he was born.
As an empath, I received good qualities,
To beat him and his cronies.
I will use Love and Kindness at their best,
That will guarantee my success
It will definitely drives them mad,
Not seeing people sad.
Faith and Hope will be my weapons of choice,
I know all the angels in heaven will rejoice.
Armored as His knight,
I will march to the battle field to win this fight.
When all the Saints come marching in,
Then I know we will win.