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In Her coffin
Miss Amelia Albright
glowed like a nightlight.
Her perfumes:
Ambergris, the testicular glands
of musk deer and rat. Extract
of Angelica,
were all buried with her.
A distinctive and troubling miasma.
One darkly attired mourner
parted his lips only to gag, mid-splutter.
The frail priest fell to his knees,
beseeching Holy Jesus
and his Mother.
Pure soul to the end,
(thank God and all his Saints),
she, with no hint of pique,
or complaint,
was not directed down to hell
for not even the devil himself
could withstand that smell.
Thus it was that Amelia,
transported on the shoulders
of strong stomached men,
stank all the way to heaven
and hell, and back again.
The Wedding of the Flowers
Sweet-William was a bachelor
Who lived a lonely life
He thought he would go a-courting
To hunt himself a wife.
So he called on BlackEyed Susan,
- In her humble little cot -
He whispered, "You're a daisy",
She said, Forget Me Not.
He kissed her on her tulips,
His heart beat faster and faster -
Said he, "I'd have her for my wife"
And so he up and Aster.
"Now when shall we be married?"
She blushed a rosy red;
*Will June the month of roses do?"
"Of course it will", she said.
And gladly on that happy day
My wedding clothes I'll don,
And never in the future
Sew my Bachelors' Buttons on.
The wedding morn dawned fair and bright
The Morning Glories shone
Jack-in-the-Pulpit tied the knot;
He had his Fox Gloves on.
Now they all sat at a banquet
At exactly Four-O'Clock:
The first course was a soup
Made from a four-weeks' stock.
Now they hurried to their carriage
The rice comes in a shower
Away they go as the driver blows
A blast on a Trumpet flower.
I'll live forever by thy side,
And never will I stray.
We always will be happy,
And drive dull Caraway.
The due date approaches; the deadline looms
Irritation's in the air; annoyance fumes
A cauldron boils in every newsroom
The tension's palpable; nerves are frayed
Editors hit the ceiling
At mistakes never made
Ill winds are blowing of mounting desperation
Cooler heads giving way to righteous indignation
Utter frustration in the act of creation
Now the boss' out his mind; he's gone off the deep end
Taken it out on someone; flown right off the handle
Only to land himself head first in a scandal...
So remember, all you newsies, stay under control
Not blowing up's your primary goal
Meet your deadline; don't forfeit your soul
Seek the Creator and then you'll rejoice!
Get alone. Still your mind and you'll hear His voice!
Get a good Bible translation, it will save you some time.
Open it, ask the Father to please open your mind.
The words on the page will become Supernaturally clear.
At times you make think God is speaking in your ear.
For me gentle and positive thoughts come to my mind.
That are perfectly related to the bible verses I find.
God inspired minds to write this whole book for you.
Imagine if you let Him, what He could do for you too!
Without Him you could read a verse over and over again.
And after praying, it suddenly you understand!
Even the eleven Disciples left during Jesus time.
In Luke 24:45 He had to open their minds!
Nonbeliever and Doubters only see a book.
But it takes God to give you supernatural vision to look!
We all live in this world that's cursed and filled with strife.
The Bible's purpose is to navigate us through this life.
Pastor's can give you basic's to help you to understand.
But God says I will teach you not a woman or man!
Don't let anyone teach you while charging you a fee.
When you can go to the Father himself and get it for free!
The gospel is the teller of our treasure
showing what real treasure does mean
our heart tells us where's our treasure
look deep into our heart it'll be seen
God himself sees all of our sinful heart
nothing is hidden from it's every part
what takes up our mind and our heart
so down there is where we need to start
Has Jesus a place in your own heart?
that's where our God needs to be
so your heart is filled with His holy spirit
to direct you in God's way always to see
Jesus is the way, the truth, the life
this is the one and only certain way
so it's so important He's in our heart
learning to come humbly to pray
Make Jesus words stay close to you
have your heart filled by this treasure
so together they're equally matched
God's love is within you without measure
(Matthew 6:21
"For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."
and
Luke 12:34
"For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.")
Akin a tumbleweeds
aimlessly blowing in the wind
umlaut punctuation
courtesy of let herd Mother Nature
nsync with markie mark,
(or other faux nuke heads
on silent auction
ajudicating bidding chopping block)
or getting sparred
sum xtra mo' mints
before morphing into gamut
tuff height (against opposing
super cross currents)
bow willing head over heals
deftly thwarting encroaching
enfilade enhancing
invading army of deplorable
dust devilish debris
with full Stanley steamer ahead onslaught
opposing approaching phalanx
ta become a foo lush fighter
putting kibosh
across the infinitely open
and wide prairie land
(which wasteland fictitiously
epitomized and described by T.S. Elliot
with absolute zero relevancy here)
a barren vista ravages
metaphorical landscape
of one measly mortal malcontent male
bumping and scraping
along an accursed habiliment
just barely avoiding
and dodging diabolical demons
mercilessly unrelentingly ready
to seduce this somewhat sanguine Simian
who finds himself amidst pitfalls
of a tortured and twisted existence
racked with up pinions
(halving smartly put irons in the fire)
deployed incognito
tub hest describe demonic dungeons
damp, dark, demented domains -
a veritable no man's land
and one impossible to escape
from no matter how fast I flee
from the fearful, fiercesome
and phantasmagoric forms
figments of imagination
yet real and tangible as bone and flesh
haunt sacred house of slumber
and transmogrify me
into a loathsome madman
ranting and raving senseless
gibberish and gobbledygook
yet perceived as metaphysical
and philosophical
sane state farm mister soundcloud
syllabification stutterer
from one whoa man
World Wide Web wayfarer
(perchance yourself)
which virtual vagabond
venerates vowels...
He who forces himself on to a woman has no shame
Be careful of playing the blaming game
Women need to stand their ground.
Stand up! Walk out! Don't be held down!
Rise like a phoenix from the ashes
Women rise up in masses!
One time. Two times. Three times passed.
You decide, women. When will be the last?
Women, tell the world how you feel.
Let your open scars heal!
He who knows it happened to you before,
Should not want to walk through that same door
Like an alarm siren, women, let your voice be heard
Create your boundaries! Utter that word!
NO! Say it over and over and over again!
Don't be put on a guilt trip for your pain!
Women need to stand their ground.
Stand up! Walk out! Don't be held down!
The scriptures declare born into this world
we bring nothing dying we leave our all
so what's the point of life here below?
let's think what mark have I left on its wall
Hopefully, I've been able to influence some
by my actions, words and how I did walk
may some have sought to follow my steps
pointing their eyes to my solid rock
That rock is God himself in His Son
as His word declares to be the only way
that way I've sought to follow in life
so that others would seek Him one day
God's holy word I've believed in my heart
from Genesis to Revelation has been my guide
for it's inerrant, inspired, faithful and true
it's influenced me being right at my side
This world would truly be a better place
if they would keep God's word to trust and obey
give honour and glory to Jesus the saviour
this is my mark left that's all I've got to say!
On a rickety desk,my book is.
The incy wincy spider spreads its webs,
On my four-legged chair too.
With dust covered,for lack of use.
I'll be writing a test in days to come.
I'll get back to my book,
To remind me of things of old,
New knowledge to be refreshed.
My brightly lit lamp is on standby,
The silvery crescent of the moon
adds its own flavour.
I'll tell Funke and Obi today isn't for play.
Musa can crack his jokes all by himself.
Page by page,I flip through,
My eyes fully gazed at it,broadly spread.
Scanning each word with deep sense of thoughts,
Skimming in between lines.
With this,I'm sure to excel.
Understandable... the sensible
(three ringed circuitous) logic
to trumpet necessity
each individual moost heed
bedecking, cloaking donning,
ludicrous interloper facial covering,
(I prefer sporting
latest custom made
invisible máscaras faciales),
when commingling amidst madding crowd,
nevertheless coronavirus (COVID-19)
makes laughingstock kickstarting
maniacal paranoid testing yapping
authoritarians blabber ceaselessly
bleak household pandemic
plagues (sear ring)
robust human specimen,
hence yours truly,
a feckless (gibbon) primate
breathes sigh of relief,
why? cuz he counts himself insignificant
absolute zero worth
versus microscopic prickly orb
aging long haired pencil neck geek
best beat hasty retreat
to his man cave
not necessarily avoiding microbial denizen,
yet any potential suffering
scouting out troubadour woefully
jackknifed inept hideaway
availed no choice
rolls out Harris tweed Scottish matt
courtesy minuscule germ man
greeting me with gotcha!,
I willingly surrender
the only thing at stake iz my life,
which would immediately
ebb fate (mine),
automatically buzzfeed chap
offer no chance
for symbiotic relationship
as pathogens indeed choreograph
(dirty deed done dirt cheap)
loft hilly doth waft
through cellular skeins comprising
garden variety/ generic gent
herewith essentially crafting
his poetic epitaph
before onset disables,
disallows, and disvalues
one humble, intelligent, jesting
kindhearted, literate, modest
nincompoop aimlessly adrift
within Brownian movement
(*****sapiens random motions
viewed miles skyhigh)
ostentatious, piteous, querulous,
ridiculous, superfluous, et cetera,
thus forward donations
and/or pledge
(I promise you -
swear to dog
portion of me ashes)
to favorite charity
and will hoop to visit thee as repurposed
noun, verb, adjective, adverb, pronoun,
preposition, conjunction, interjection,
numeral, article, or determiner...