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YOU ARE MY ANGELS
Indeed you are well come,
Indeed you are someone special,
Indeed you are a true friend in need,
Indeed you are a true friend indeed,
Indeed you are appreciated,
Hear me clearly,
I am speaking my heart out,
I am pointing out my opinions about life,
I am expressing my mind out,
Hear me loudly,
YOU ARE MY ANGELS
Sometimes we look 2 see what we want to see,
Sometimes we listen 2 what we want 2 listen too,
Sometimes we have been called, yet we do not reply,
Sometimes we ask, but we only hear what we want 2 hear,
Sometimes we seek, but we only get what we believe we will get,
Sometime we knock at doors, yet we do not hear the word saying enter,
Sometimes we are seeking for help, yet we refuse 2 recognize it when granted,
Sometimes others do knock at our heart doors, yet we do not open them up,
Sometimes we look in front of us, yet we do not see anything there,
Sometimes we have been asked, yet we do not hear anything,
Sometimes we are smiling, but, indeed we are crying,
Sometimes we are crying, but, in reality we are joyful,
Sometimes life is not what it seems,
Indeed, it is true life is unpredictable,
YOU ARE MY ANGELS
Angels are always there,
Angels sometimes are not visible,
Yet, they are always watching over us,
For all the people, u a one of the angels,
Who is send in this world 2 inspired others,
U may resist this statement, but oooh no, do not,
What other people see, is a completely different picture,
What other people hear is a completely different word,
One person heart is a different Island
As what I see, is not what u sees,
Twins do have a different identity
By Erastus Popyeny Shipuleni
Dope boundary rope tropes…fans hopes..Ollie copes..thick skin…will find the strength within…ignores the din…as Pope unleashes that boyish grin..
Can hear Freddie and David…ddddd..Under Pressure…well..hard to measure the pleasure of the Pope’s treasure…papacy legacy pride..stops the slide..trumps the prodigy..got a ton to shun outgun..dumps the Bethell puns..rested and bested..still in at stumps.. after Stokes plumps for tried and tested..
Nasty ploys from the seedier media boys…that gambit or slight..of weedier..needier skittish rabbit in the floodlight habit..but such poise..delights despite the noise.. fights the red hot slingshot Jasprit highlights...that iconic.. chronic.. metronomic…never laconic..halcyon harbinger..joy bringer..humdinger swinger gunslinger....
Who’s got a clue what to do…where it will land…understand what the Bumrah brand’s got planned…should be banned…can’t watch it from the hand..love watching it from the stand..tames games…fanned flames…big names castles manned..but the sparkle of another debacle shames and blames…panned and canned..
Doff your hat…scoff..from the off…Test cricket doesn’t get harder than that…time we beckoned..back when Goochie opined…Essex accent whined..reckoned like facing the World’s test best one end.. and tother Ilford second eleven..
It was a story of small standing tall demanding another dance at the Bumrah ball as the diddy men zen of Ollie and Ben gave us a chance and dodged.. not bodged by the Jasprit lance
Even the boom boom cherry riff couldn’t biff the Pontiff of who we are so fond…no what if..made merry with his tintin strawberry blonde quiff in this tiff did respond..
Golly gosh the another level devil..tabloid tosh of him getting Bethell bish bash boshed…losing the race.. will never forget Ollie’s jolly face…gleaming…day dreaming yet screaming to those scheming and memeing…fury at the jury…beaming…the adored Pope ruled..his grace.. Dueled with the ultimate pace ace…an up yours…century scores…our faith restores ..Ollie.. rightly put out…brightly glowed..showed us what he’s all about..loud..proud shout to the crowd who know nowt…want him out…made it clear..peers cheers he holds dear..my best at your behest ..so sincere.. I deserve my Test place and rest my case..! Hear Hear..
PLEASE
(Verse 1)
Lets put on a track
and let it play
Listen to what the beat say(say)
Listen to the drum the beat
Listen to the volume it speaks (speaks)
Go beyond the words
Get in your feelings(feelings)
Put your heart into this dealing(dealing)
You can reedit or revise
Lay it down
do it as if no ones around
Different genres lets choose it(choose it
Whatever you do don't stop the music(music)
(Chorus)
listen to the song
Feel the words
Don't base it off
What you heard(the beat)
Now days music sounds the same
lets make a difference be the change
Choose your words wisely
Others are listening
Open up your eyes pay attention
Its up to you so choose it
But please don't stop tbe music
(Verse 2)
Look at message
Is it clear
The music can they really hear(hear)
Or is it just a sound
Meanings of words no longer around
Now days all they take about is shooting taking other place
Even got a song out about getting a guy on the weekend
Its sad
The value of relationships have went bad
Its up to what you listen too
Some of it will have you
To change
and some will have you remain
Chorus)
listen to the song
Feel the words
Dont base it off
What you heard(the beat)
Now days music sounds the same
lets make a difference be the change
Choose your words wisely
Others are listening
Open up your eyes pay attention
Its up to you so choose it
But please don't stop the music
Bridge:Tell me you will
Tell me you can
Tell me you'll be more than
More than the music says
Or portrays , music still should be uplifting and nice today old school music should have value and still be displayed ( Repeat once)
Chorus)
listen to the song
Feel the words
Dont base it off
What you heard(the beat)
Now days music sounds the same
lets make a difference be the change
Choose your words wisely
Others are listening
Open up your eyes pay attention
Its up to you so choose it
But please don't stop the music
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by :Concetta Hardnett
11/25/2017
Janus Face
Chaotic dialect set-off back-and-forth
Two contrasting characteristics
One is proven to be duplicitous
Political backing of the other party
Now denies it
A refusal that of a true statement
Two-headed bull, speaks gibberish
But the bull is goaded,
wounded, half-crazed
If the bull could reason,
it would understand
After the matador shows off
assessing the bull
The matador unfurls a red cape
Makes me sigh
Men, and women who stand by the bull
Who want to take away freedom
A kind of deception in which you
intentionally hide your true feelings
Intentions behind false words or
Freedom’s away from women's choices
Of their own bodies!
Immigrants’ work grants and
reforms dissolving
They define our American character
and shared history
They are not a problem we need solving
Doctors arrested for saving mothers'
LGBT rights gone
It’s wrong according to the Good Book
A*** or oral copulation “bad acts”
aren’t limited to homophobes
Hear, hear,
Listen to you!
Invisible self
I’m just a regular guy trying to help you –
but if you go back to your old world, beware,
because there are some tricky guys out there
No freedom for those people
Students’ books banned,
Bullying left-facing taken into their own hands
Shine a spotlight on the humanity of immigrants,
and the underlying theme is compassion
Chaotic dialect back-and-forth
Left-facing a Warrior for the people
Our beautiful United States will not be free at all
If together we don’t stand,
So, divided we will fall
On day 1, I promise to take all social experimentation (affordable housing), woke agenda (ban books), side issues (woke ideology) and throw them in the trash—Ron DeSantis
There's one thing that we have in common— Neither of us will be the nominee for our party in 2024—Gavin Newsom
My BROTHERS --the Cherokee ---you may refer to me as cross-breed-- or not.
As an ancestor ----if it’s your aspiration?
My Grandmother----half Cherokee- half Blackfoot----as the old tales were told.
Citizenship with your sovereignty —till she was three—that I discovered-
with-in her descendants origin.
My Grandmother ---bought off your reservation after your----- relocation.
Bought by my Grandfather a “white-man” -------to the root!!
172 years belated —consider this --a cross-breeds apology--an accolade --to your entire-
nation.
A nation and PEOPLE-- forcibly removed in 1838-----by the U.S. Government.
Hundreds of Cherokee died----- Who Walked the Trail of Tears.
A NATION and PEOPLE-- vehemently abolished in 1838.
By the U.S. Government---with-in President Andrew Jackson’s administration.
Consider this a cross-breeds apology --with a symbol- ----eternally existing.
Of the anguish and affliction on the Trail Where They Cried--- the symbol of the Cherokee-
rose--that still grows------- that still grows!
Consider this a cross-breeds Tribute to Those Who Walked --that Trail --filled with-
Cherokee Tears.
No words can justify-- no expression can advocate --- what Jackson’s administration-
arranged.
No apology, no apology, would seem adequate or tolerable---to ONE human race.
Notably ----your NATIVE RACE!!
Innumerable thousands have spoken their inadequate and intolerable claims.
Knowing only one and only one-- honest, respectful, faithful, and trustworthy vindication-
would have sufficed.
Consider this-- cross-breeds desire for -----Forgiveness.
Forgiveness for any ancestral involvement---in the mass genocide of your civilization.
Healing our nation --from OUR CURSE—must embark from hear—hear at forgiveness.
Forgiveness extended by --OUR CREATOR---to our race and yours.
By : WEM/MEW/EWM
It felt like yesterday that we were riding our bikes down our empty street
The streets we ruled, the streets we got to keep
As if tomorrow was never going to come
The sun would grow old above us as we watched on for the start of our lives
The temperature rising at ever heave of your chest
The willows dancing before us, putting on their best show
The sounds of the birds echoing our names, a calling
A warning that no matter what to happen, the promise would be kept
You promised to love me in depth, and never leave me
To hold my hand when I was cold in the august months
And you promised to talk to my dad and explain to him why I was sad
And to never complain about our troubles to each other, because we knew how we felt
We could feel the energy exploding from our skin
We knew not to speak, but only hear the sounds, the silence from our lips
But the birds warning did not help you
Because today is the third day you haven’t showed up to our special spot when we are feeling down
I thought you could feel it, feel that my mum died, feel the sadness
I thought you would know I needed you to hear, hear the silence as my sobs filled the air
I thought you cared about me, I thought you could feel my tense emotions
I thought… I thought you loved me
But now I am left to grow old with the daily sun
To watch the willows put on a show, without someone to share my popcorn with
To listen to the birds, slow down their warnings, moving on to the next problem
They no longer call your name, you no longer listen to their warnings
You left me alone in a spot I thought I could call home
I’m living in vain
I listen to the birds, calling in the rain
But you left, and that’s all a part of growing pains
We spoke words,
We sung our emotions loud,
We felt fiery feelings for each other,
We shared smiles, we shared frowns,
We played in the rain, we wrestled in the mud,
But today we are against each other,
Today we are pointing not only fingers of accusations but actual machetes,
My folks why are we at war?
*
Remind me please, why are we fighting?
Is it because Ngwenya's son stole a cob of maize from Chona's field?
Is it because of hunger found in our own brothers household, that we choose to spill blood?
When we were young, remember, we stole not for hunger but for pleasure,
Even then, our parents never in a moon wished to shed blood,
Our parents never sworn enmity, never disowned each other because they knew that children are children,
Now our son has stolen for hunger, a noble cause,
Why then should we fight, men of one house?
Why my brothers should blood be shed?
Why should blood of our very own be spilt?
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Is our blood of equal value with maize?
Should our blood be of equalled to a cob of maize?
Listen, our wives mock us,
Hear, hear how old women make fun of us,
Look, our fathers plead with us,
The ground rumbles loudly to our display of folly,
The skies above us, drop tears of disappointed gods.
Gods mourn for our cursed savage ways.
Why should blood be spilt for a maize cob?
Form:
The family was poor
and on Christmas Eve
he went to bed still hungry
after his meagre evening meal.
He slept fitfully and dreamt
he had to work on Christmas Day,
distributing flyers to the people in town.
Hear, hear, read the news,
Today a Holy Child is born.
He ran from church to church,
from avenue to avenue,
from restaurant to restaurant,
spreading the good and holy news.
”Baby Jesus is born, Jesus is born!”
Soon he was tired for lack of food.
But though the job was badly paid,
he persisted for he believed
one day Jesus would bless him too.
So he went on, giving his flyers
proclaiming the holy news
until a strange light attracted him.
Slowly he approached and saw
a small Child in a manger
smiling softly at him.
“Come near my friend, come hear.
Look there are better flyers
beneath my cosy manger.
Go and distribute these.”
The newspaper boy obeyed.
He read the flyer and jumped with joy.
Quickly he returned to the centre
and with renewed energy he shouted:
“Hear, hear, read the news,
Heaven is full of repentant sinners,
come one, come all,
Heaven is there for you,
that's why He was born this day,
come hear the good news.
It is for you.
Merry Christmas.”
~ My Fellow* Americans ~
(Regarding Presidential Elections)
Let us amend the Constitution
so we can find a fitting solution
for every election where the selection
of any candidate means indigestion
Here is what I propose
knowing that many will oppose
whatever upsets the status quo
'cos at heart most change is a no-go
Let us put a box on each and every ballot
for 'Neither of the Above,' and then shall it
poll a majority of electoral votes -- Hear, Hear:
We'll leave the Oval Office empty for four years!
Now before my idea you diss and you ding
Consider carefully this very significant thing
Your house is white -- Do you need a boss?
Well, neither does our nation ~ All is not lost
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*By the term 'fellow' I have no intention of offending
anyone undergoing gender reimagining, racial
composition detoxification and reincarnation, or sex-
ual preference alteration, so help me 'God,' The Force,'
'Ms. God,' 'The No-God,' Zoroaster, Zeus, Jupiter, Jesus,
Mohammed, Allah, Buddha, Antifa, BLM, AOC, Jeff
Bezos, Mark Zuckerberg, Karl Marx, 'The Current Oc-
cupant of the White House,' whoever ze, zi, za, zu, zo
may be. Whew! Thank you! :)
Win gold
be bold
Long run
such fun
High jump
speed bump
Grand prize
all eyes
Close race
in chase
Drab match
I catch
Ground stroke
no joke
Tiebreak
heartache
Foot fault
must halt
Forehand
so grand
Deuce court
report
Drop shot
on spot
Backspin
just in
Closed stance
advance
First serve
hold nerve
All out
no doubt
Arm ball
your call
Back foot
well put
Feet sore
crowd roar
Pit stop
right flop
Air jacks
not lax
Catch fence
immense
Choose cone
in zone
Downforce
of course
Dry line
sounds fine
Black dot
so what
Box-kick
smart flick
Breakdown
don’t frown
Eight-man
staunch fan
Fend-off
not half
Fly half
big laugh
Five-eight
high rate
Foul play
no way
Free kick
quite slick
Full-back
don’t slack
Knock-on
now gone
Loose head
instead
Pop pass
first class
Red card
off guard
Set piece
they tease
Shoeing
booing
Touch judge
won’t budge
Midcourt
retort
High clear
hear hear
Backstroke
awoke
Duck-Dill
instil
Frontcrawl
your call
Grab start
look smart
Pull Buoy
alloy
Swim Down
don’t clown