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Slow down Tueday
you moving to fast
the Preacher told me
to tell stop shaking your ass
Slow down Tuesday
Phat as you are
saw your panties
when you were getting out of the car
slow down tuesday
wiff your perfume on
smell whip round my
nose like a cyclone bomb
Slow down Tuesdays
Wiggle Jiggle Tease
Got th fellas falling
Down to there knees
Slow Down Tuesday
Sipping your wine
Got the men buying
the expensive kind
Slow down tuesday
Made me into a hypocrite
Guys coming round trying
o start some sh$t
Slow down Tuesday
You want me for your man
Slow down Tuesday
Lay with me baby
Tell you can
Slow Down Tuesday
One man at a time
Only Reason you do
with is cause you so Fine
Slow Down Tuesdays
When will you tell me
what thats about
2025.3.22
Life is full of surprises and mysteries.
It enfolded when you were least worried.
I met two individuals within 12 months,
At first, I thought they had something in common.
As time went by, I clearly identified,
The huge differences amongst those guys.
BB was a real loner without him disclosing he was,
Mr Loner was not what he claimed he was.
BB was absolute a private person.
After six months of being close friend,
He never disclosed his surname,
I did not pressurise him,
As I respected his wishes.
Despite he shared his past freely.
I believe he treated his past as history,
And wanted to set a clear boundary,
From his current and future life,
He even told me his desires.
Especially related to his gf and wife.
I wished he did not tell me any of these.
There was nothing to do with me.
On the other hand, Mr Loner had opposite behaviours,
Different characteristic and personalities,
I had no idea, why he asked me to read book
In which, he spelt out his past life experiences ,
The way I perceived, he was quite underhanded, deportment,
Mien, and exploited.
He also mentioned his desire in woman.
I kept my view in silence and made no comment.
On another topic, they both were extremists.
BB took care of his general health very well,
The other abused his body unnecessary.
One thing they both have in common,
They seemed to have mental health imbalance.
Whom am I to judge? Why should I care?
They were just two difference individuals,
No more or less than we crossed path in the past.
Life moves on and I shall do my part.
I was no body and not any one cup of tea.
My wife is a poet and I am not,
She creates with her pen, I use robot!
She doesn’t know the truth,No! not a hint,
I don’t look in her eyes, lest reads a glint!
She picks topics at random to challenge,
by night ready poetry is for exchange,
if she wins, in different room I stay,
If I win, wow, wow! then I have my way!!
many topics she chose every Sunday,
to keep me away from favourite play!
many times came close to losing, oh, my!
If I had not used my friend, the AI!
Every evening she reads her’s with passion,
With certainty of win, no compassion!
It is then in slow slow voice I read mine,
so far the AI has worked, all is fine!!
So then, those of you, who hate the AI,
I say to you, What is it to you? Why?
If not for the robot who helps me out,
I will be sleeping alone, have no doubt!
As we all go through life we want to believe
That we are all so wise
Until life spits you out a big surprise
As everything changes right before your eyes
When life slows down and we drift inside
We find ourselves fixed to a great slide
Just hoping to get to the other side
Oh God
Where are you taking me on this ride
Before I knew it we were in a full glide
I realize this is no ordinary ride
For on the way I could see clear as day
If I don't pay attention then this ride will sway
And I will never make it back to that day
When my life caught me by surprise
In such a big way
It took me to a place I am not ready to stay
This journey I must say helps me understand God has a plan
It's in his presence that we reach
For some kind of reference
Life is very short so you better be a good sport
Only God knows how wide the slide may be
I'm just glad that he wasn't ready for me
I learned so much as it all went by
I knew I was in the right place
Though I was very high
As I opened my eyes I thought everything
Was in disguise
For I knew that nobody was going to believe
What lays way up beyond the skies
What a wonderful surprise to find out
God loves me enough to send me back
To you guys
My life was altered in so many ways
I was gone for forty-five days
And some of it is still in a haze
My life will never be the same
Only the good Lord knows
How close I came that day
But one thing is for sure
I would never feel any shame
Or forget his mighty name
This is how I became a Soldier in Christ
To help him reclaim
What Satan has taken away
So we must all fight for what is right
We must banish Satan way out of sight
The bible is God's promise to all that believe
It's our faith that sets us free
I will stand against evil to help God to victory
For God had picked me
To see what most of us never get to see
Until we transition this position
And we leave these bodies
You can imagine that look on my face
When I actually made it back to that day
I am a witness to all of his glory
I will spend the rest of my life
Sharing his story
You will not hear any fear
When I know my time is near
He revealed it all to me
It has set me free to go be with thee
Without any mystery in what
God Promised you and me
Poets have a feel for love
That others don't seem to possess
Our love seems deeper, much more intense
More emotionally charged I stress
Could be just a poet talking
Perhaps a bit bias what I'm saying
Never been accused of playing by the rules
I'm a “spade is a spade” type being
Now and then I bend my rules
Break out of my mould so to speak
But this does appear so very obvious to me
When us guys are at our peak
As a poet I have an inside track
On the thinking process of us guys
We talk about love with an inner perspective
We know about lows and highs
Poets have a feel for love
We're all quite unique in that way
Most poets can see love wherever they look
Filled with sweet love every day
Blue Girls
John Crowe Ransom
Styling in your leggings, wildly designed,
Strutting to classes in your modern schools—
While texting. Roll your eyes at those old fools
Who think they're so refined.
Toss back the pink extensions in your hair,
And think no more of SAT's at all.
But plan to meet bff's at the mall
To shop for earrings there.
Make duck-face selfies while guys who watch dream
about your lovely, well-toned flesh so tight.
It will sag some day, bringing no delight—
in spite of firming creams.
You think I don't know beauty, but I do!
I know a woman with a poison tongue
and beady eyes that used to be bright-blue.
She turned heads near and far when she was young
and surely knocked the shine off all of you.
It was my first day of summer school
I dipped out and said "i don't know how to lose"
Time passed fast
And i'm quite sure i failed to last
So welcome back to the one-way road
The summer i met Vicki Marie
told me if there's one thing she'd change
It'd be my way of thinking
Living so carefree
I can't turn back or keep from sinking
Brandon played and ripped that guitar
Madison said we wouldn't get far
Everyone else said "you don't know who you are"
Taking shots down at the local bar
The riots outside the Dejavu
Holly's telling me "I miss you too"
said you were my brother
We'd be friends forever
I can't tell you howmany times
I think back on those days
But i wouldn't change a thing
I would've fought a little harder
Two for one at the local pub
I don't wanna die a martyr
when things fall apart
you got to try a little harder
If i could go back i wouldn't change a thing
Even if it wasn't meant to be
She said, "hey dude
you guys are living so carefree
I too, want to have the time of my life"
Reissued from a couple of years back…
*
Twas the night before Christmas and I’d lost me house
I had to get home and sneak past me spouse
She’d sent me to purchase a dozen mince pies
I never expected to meet with the guys
So kicking and screaming got dragged down the pub
And entered the draw for a hamper of grub
If I didn’t win, she’d find out my sin
And my Christmas dinner would be in the bin
Had a few beers and then a few more
The tannoy announced it was time for the draw
Yippee, I won it, but didn’t win big
I opened the basket and had a good dig
About as much use as a bucket of dung
Biscuits for cheese, soup, pilchards and tongue
Checked out the clock and resigned to my fate
I staggered off home in a right wobbly state
Not finding one’s house might seem rather bleak
Perhaps I should mention we’d lived there a week
And then there it was, front door open wide
I nipped up the stairs once I’d nipped inside
Then I found the bedroom door slightly ajar
My wife’s standing there in her panties and bra
But then I thought, ‘My wife ain’t got shapely thighs’
And that’s when her husband punched out me mince pies
So blackened and bruised, with my own doorbell rung
I suffered the wrath of my wife’s wicked tongue
The Ax
Sometimes death is easier.
Wow, that is terrible.
Divorce, rips families to shreds.
This is mine-that is not.
Confusion and conflict.
The kids… oh yeah,
I want them, unless…
I have to sacrifice something.
I have to cut a date short, with my new girl.
I have to stop going out with the guys,
as both have the mumps.
They are a bother.
Just as I was…
your other half.
Not so much anymore.
You can do as you please,
and please do as you please.
You are reckless and I
believe our life insurance still
runs, at least until the end of July.
I, could be rich,
without any effort at all.
Picking out things,
alone. So much easier.
Not for long stupid.
I got a new dress,
my hair is fixed.
Everyone says I have lost weight.
(220 pounds of dead stone)
Makes for a new look every time.
The kids… we are fine.
Joe, Mack and/or George,
are fighting over
who can take us
to the fair.
No worries,
I have changed my hair.
I like it to wear it loose.
The way you hate it most.
There’s a police boat on the river
With a flashing bright blue light
Keeping watch to guarantee this week
That all will be all right.
For the General Assembly’s
Taking place at the U.N.
And if trouble happens, no one knows
The where, the how or when.
So the cops and even Coast Guard
On the water do patrol
With the safety of the delegates
Their one abiding goal.
Yet I cannot help but wonder
If they think there is a chance
That some bad guys would attack
Via that watery expanse.
Guess they’re covering the bases
For you never can be sure
Though those boats with police and weapons
Don’t make me feel more secure.