Long Happing Poems
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The Recipe for a very healthy Happing Living or Life
Must Include a Contented contentive heart,-A Satisfied/Appreciative, Thankful Mind or Mindset.
A giving, kind and Loving spirit, Peacefulness, Peace Of Mind.,
Tranquility, A touch of conceit or conceitedness-being concerted, Being strong willed.
Sticking to one;s core belief systems and principles-Sticktoitiveness.
I Must not forget a serious requirement for Fortitude,
A Need For proper health and dietary processes or attitudes,
A Love for doing the things you love to do ,
The activities that make you Happy.
Some People say they do not like or love pets,
But somehow I believe that Pets make us happier.
Poitive optimistic thiniking is great.
Being forever grateful and thankful for small mercies.
Try hard to diminish selfisness and greed/greediness,,,,welcome selflessness instead.
And Last But Not Least, Always Practice The Golden Rule.
From My 66 years of Experience It Works Everytime.
I have been working in the wings since destiny begins; I have been living in the wings to have a glimpse of everything. I am in here and you are out there and still you don’t know what is happing over here, the crock pot is boiling, the stew is simmering and honey is dripping from my lips.
It has been like this for many years and the machine keeps rolling over here. The sound bellows all night and rattles until daylight and work never ceases even when you are having your midnight sleep.
It is the sound of the drills that erode your nerves and the sanding machine that ruins your dream. I am in the heart of it and sometimes it gives me a terrible fit.
I toil day and night to conquer the wormwood that keeps pulling the substance from the dead and hitting me in the back of my head.
I sleep on hard floor and cook with firewood and live like an outcast hiding in the dark.
I don’t wear a crown or walk around in long gown; I am down to earth and every day I whallah in the dirt.
I drink contaminated water from the pipe but my immune system has a strong defense mechanism to ward off the germs and filters anything that loiter around my heart's door.
I have no soap to wash my frock and no boat or place to dock, the sea has opened its guts to catch the gutter snipes before it impregnates the fish with the broken dish.
The temperature is cooling down as the masquerade sets foot into this promiscuous town, the villagers are walking around in shame and the lion’s jaws are locked in the den.
Mr. Interest is crawling on its knees and inflation is walking around with broken limbs oh what a terrible sin.
It’s not going to rise anytime soon; its hands and feet are in a cast so do your thing so that you can get the profit in.
You strike for wages, you strike for everything. Spread out the entire striking request on the floor, walk over it ten times and count to three before you walk through the door. Meet me at five at the restaurant and we will settle the matter over dinner.
You are locked in illusion out there, but we are working out our hearts out over here, the heavens will arrange a meeting with the skies before you fly to remove the danger that is baked into the clouds and send ripples of hope throughout the town.
I am living in the wings.
Okay let me get this straight from nothing everything came out of the sea
Uniqueness being a common trait I don't see how this could be
Crickets, to the chicken on your plate and what about the tree
No this was so much more great look around and you shall see
Did the cricket become the cow or was it the other way around
To God they do not like to bow but this theory is so unsound
Some of them became fowl and to the earth were not bound
Others learning how to growl buried themselves in the ground
Some even stayed in the ocean even a mammal named the whale
When they too could of been men very hard to lose such a big tale
Some even became insects then choosing a life that would be so frail
It's God's Glory that reflects as no one would choose to become kale
Why didn't all monkeys make the change and what were they before
Is a raccoon out of the range for an ape doesn't just walk in the door
This whole theory very strange, some still too dumb in biting that lure
No! All of this, only God could arrange and of that I'm completely sure!
Genesis 1:21
And God created great whales, and every living creature that moveth, which the waters brought forth abundantly, after their kind, and every winged fowl after his kind: and God saw that it was good.
The Second Law of thermodynamics/Entropy says as
much as proven by science over 150 years ago.
You can not accept this Law of Science\Entropy,
which is a fact, and then believe in the theory of
Evolution which states the exact opposite.
They are exact opposites.
Odds of Bing Bang just happing 10 to the 123rd power
Number of atoms in the Universe 10 to the 73rd power
Number proving impossibility 10 to the 50th power
Only a God the Creator could create as such.
Even saying you will be without excuse for not knowing His Work.
If I could rap, it would probably be about how the people feel
Not just any old crap, you know something with more appeal
Maybe this and that but something thats a little bit more real
Talking of the less well off, not the ritches of all the toffe nose
You might scoff, but not refering to women as *****s and hoe's
Some might cough, I could have people in stitches who know's
Yo! I might not be as thick as I look, one of those simple minds
Rifmic?, I don't know, is there a hook, read between the lines
Some might take the mick, I'd better then duck at these times
Talking about adversity and emotion, talking you are in rhyme
Kind of like poetry in motion, expressing yourself in every line
Discussing all the anachy and comotion happing at this time
Trying to get a mesage across but in a different kind of speach
Talking about faith, hope and loss, getting to those out of reach
Some probably could not give a toss, but I'm not one to preach -
like the future the present and the past tense, not any old crap
It would not be the sort to cause offence, not just this and that
It would be something that made more sense,oh if I could rap
Written 2006 between july august probably to many cylibals
just playing with words some words lines
became apart of poem I wrote called no deeper meaning
written 2008 which is kind of like an introduction to everything else Id wrote
and a much better write
The Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though that dullard Dwight D. sat in the Executive Chair
And his frumpy wife Mamie had really bad hair
Matching those dowdy, plain dresses she'd wear ...
While husbands toiled in obscurity for large corporations
The "Ugly Americans," reviled by most other nations
Their stay-at-home wives feeling mostly frustration
Downing "happing pills" daily instead of real medication
Their sons sporting letter sweaters, obedient jocks,
Their daughters in plaid skirts and white bobby socks
Penny loafers and saddle shoes were in for ten years
Along with white levis and coca-cola -- never rum, never beer
Yet how about Krushchev's dust-ups with Tricky Dick Nixon
What about Sputnik 1 and the panic it put us in
And remember George Wallace and old Lester Maddux
Hosing down *******, echoes of Crispus Attucks ...
The rise of brutal pro football threatened apple pie and baseball
Heralding the next decade's premiere spectator sport, i.e., 'spaceball'
Joe McCarthy dug up the dirt of a "red scare's" nitty gritty
In the work of the House un-American Activities Committee
Then there was Rosa Parks refusing to sit in the back of the bus
Championing the yearning for justice in so many of us
And the music, the music, so outrageously wild
Chuck Berry, Richie Valens, the Big Bopper -- that overgrown child
Yes, the Fifties were really and truly not all that square
Though we shan't heed the call of those who'd return us to there
And now a massive hole in the ozone layer
Global warming, not really mentioned before
Like all the wild life and all of the agriculture
Fossil fuels were burning, destroying the core
Rain forests now fast becoming waste lands
Polluting the atmosphere with our toxic waste
And to think all of this done at our own hands
Before long there won't be any human race
Change's in the weather, changes in altitudes
And this only contributes to famine and disease
If we're so clever why not change our attitudes?
Perhaps were blind to it all, no one then see's
That the situation is only going to perpetuate
We are warned by mother earth, mother nature
We will one day pay for the damage we create
Is it worth doing something now? rather than later
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AGAIN A BIT MORE OF A POLITICAL AND UNIVERSAL ISSUE A BIT LIKE THAT
OF WORLDS STATE, A JILTED BENERATION , AND ELEMENTS OF LIFE
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this I did mention brefliy in the original version of worlds state but something
wanted to write about seperlety similer to worlds state in the fact a never of many
issues that needs adressing though I do think the goverment has the power to do a lot
if they wanted to instead of dictaing these so called public school boys
why was this issue not adressd years ago in the fiftys sixes so on
the war cant be helping to the atmosphere
NOTE TO READERS OK LIKE OTHERS THIS WAS ON HERE BEFORE FELT A BIT TOO LONG DRAWN
WANTED TO UPDATE PUT INTO BETTER CONTEXT INSPERATION FROM RECENT NEWS AND WHATS HAPPING AT MOMENT
BUT WE HAVE HAD PLENTY OF WARNING
I dont kn ow to much on this subject so lously put togeather .....................................
I spotted an object from afar it was drifting towards the east
And the ocean current was flowing towards me and I could feel the pull of something bigger than me extracting my energy, and for a brief moment my whole body was heavy as lead and I felt as if I was dead, my breathing stopped suddenly but my engine was still moving.
Everything was still and I felt my whole body vibrating and water start filling up my mouth and body start sinking slowly into the floor.
I lost consciousness for a while and I couldn’t tell what was happing around me but I know that I was stuck in the middle of the sea and no one was locking out for me, but I felt something poking my side it was a signal that I was still alive .
A tug boat came to rescue me, and with one jerk daylight breaks through the roof and my body was back in tune and the dream quickly fades into the sun, and the morning was on the run.
I stood at the window and capture it all, the universe
was embroiled in a terrible brawl, the temperature
Was rising and the ice was melting and the soldiers began to march along the shores, the heat was so strong that it split
iceberg and toss it around and the people began to fear.
Oh what silence lies in the bottom of the sea, it is slowly moving
towards thee, it is floating with the waves and the current is it. From whence did it come? It is not a game; a familiar sound is moving it with the waves but only destiny knows where it will land.
A cradle is sailing in the expanse of the sea and it is coming to rescue you and me, put on your shoes and gathers the baits and make your way to the shore before half past eight. This time you will get the well-deserved break and you must not be late
There is a cradle floating in the distant sea and it has glad-tidings for thee.