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tell me blue tell me
something that's out I had said
told was true by you
sticks and stones can break
my bones but names will never
hurt ~ my sticks and stones
there are three things that
can't be hid ~ sun moon truth and
your fat ~ make it four
bite the bullet till
you touch lead that will push you
through all your hardships
cry over spilt milk
that in time will sour like your
lamenting facade
bird in hands better
than two in the bush ~ now is
here ~ future is not
do to others that
you'd want them do to you ~ be
good~ if not then run
every cloud has a
silver ring ~ tarnish times be
polished shine next time
a dime a dozen
eighteen hundreds ~ a dime cost
most goods seldom rare
'O Henry Porter
wrote cut the mustard ~ soldiers
pass muster ranks up
hold your horses steads
the whipped horseback that's headstrong
~ patience ease the reins
'Oh do move on, Summer - it's time for a change
I've so many seasonal chores to arrange!
Whilst you, my dear sister can laze in the sun,
For me there are serious tasks to be done.
I have to ensure that the hedgehogs remember
To stock up on food at the start of September.
Then trigger celestial cues as causation
For swallows' onset of long distance migration.
Blithe, frolicking squirrels must forfeit their play
To stash bereted nuts for the next rainy day.
And whilst I remember, the trees need a shake;
A gentle reminder their leaves to forsake.
A new coat of paint is applied in a rush
And a kiss from my lips makes the blackberries blush.
I’ll crisp up the air and leave everything stark,
Ensuring that nippy Jack Frost makes his mark.
And tickle the prickles of sweet chestnut shells
Till, sides split with laughter, their treasure expels.
And last but not least, I've the pumpkins to swell
And harvest to gather, folk's hunger to quell.'
'Now please hold your horses, dear brother of mine.
Just take a deep breath and then all will be fine.
One thing you've left out in this frenzied oration;
We all play a role in the Master's creation.
So let’s work together and less of your squall,
Just maybe that’s why pride is linked to a fall!!'
02/08/18
'Just toss another one in' contest
See the goal, the gold,
The prize shimmering in the distance
Just waiting for you to hold?
Do you take the chance?
Are you excited & ready for the race
Or is your heart just heavy with dread?
Have you decided on the pace
Or are you just wishing for your bed?
Whoa! Hold your horses!
Go back to the start
Can you discern the forces
That make you depart?
What reason drives you?
Have you really a true vision,
Prayed, seen it through
With absolutely no division?
Set the right course!
Resolve it & make the plan.
Pace yourself; get on your horse.
Be at peace; a joyful woman or man,
And once determined, no matter the pay,
Focus your vision!
Do the paces day by day.
Fulfill YOUR MISSION!
My very best friend is a lesbian,
not bisexual, she is not at all attracted to men.
There is nothing butch about her, she is absolutely stunning.
When I look at her I often wish that I was a lesbian,
but our friendship is built on the foundation,
of us always verbally abusing each other more times than none.
When we first met, picking her up was my intention,
before I discovered she was a lesbian.
"Listen pretty boy," she said to me,
"I think you're a great guy but not at all for me.
I know that you'll find someone one day
who will make you very happy,
but this is never going to happen sweetie. It's not you, it's me."
"Whoa! Hold your horses there Annie Oakley,
did you just "It's not you, it's me," to me?!
Let me tell you something my little curious honey,
I created "It's not you, it's me," so please,
don't even try to feed me lies about being a lesbian to me.
You wouldn't believe how many times,
women feed me that tired old "I'm a lesbian" lie,
I average about a dozen of those women every week at the very least,
just be honest with me, just answer me truthfully,
what did I do wrong, why am I not your kind of guy?"
She gave me a pity kiss, and then told me this,
"I'm not attracted to you because your genitals are on the outside,
I Am Not Attracted To Men! I AM A Lesbian!
IT REALLY ISN'T YOU, IT'S I!..
"Well, can I call you," I asked, "and keep giving it a shot?"
Anguished, she grabbed me by my collar, her temper raging hot,
then smiled and winked at me and said, "Sure, why not."
.. and ever since then we have been the best of friends,
verbally abusing the hell out of each other over and over again,
but whenever a crisis in my life does occur,
I honestly don't know what I would do without her.
I'll be talking more about my lesbian friend,
every so often, now and again.
“I suggest we break the ice”, the interloper said.
I began chopping with a snow axe, and she laughed.
You must have been born with a silver spoon, she threw out.
I threw the snow axe at her; irritated she had called it a spoon.
She ducked, as cool as a cucumber.
I was irritated now.
“I’ve got your number,” she told me.
I had no idea how she had gotten it.
“I was not born yesterday,” she added.
I knew from her wrinkles she was not lying.
“This is as easy as ABC,” she said. “You are transparent.”
I was not a happy camper now, she was getting under my skin.
“Hold your horses,” I told her. “You are coming on too strong.”
“You’ll be in hot water if you continue egging me on like this.”
She laughed. “Let me put a bug in your ear,” she said.
“Hot water is something I do best after falling through a hole in the ice.”
There is a place on the shore of New Jersey.
Everyone has heard of it, it is called Atlantic City.
This is a place of yearlong activity.
Yes, this is a city nearly everyone knows.
I know you are very familiar with the casinos.
With offers in the mail, they draw you down the shore.
They entice you with comps and giveaways galore.
When they see you, they will gladly open the door.
They are only after your money, and then some more.
Casinos merely regard you as another gullible sap.
Each place is only a clip joint and a trap.
If you are considering a trip, then hold your horses.
The machines and tables will tap all your resources.
When your pockets are empty, then it is time to roam.
When you lose, it seems like a longer distance home.
House to house
A passing, admiring scent
Hold me...we'll pass
House to house
You are still apart of me
Hold your horses
Fight the tears
Wipe them away until everything
Clears
House to house
Passing by torment
Do you know the hint?
When time runs out
I wait till some sun
Peaks in this forbidden forest
Tormented by breaking summers
Drenched...on no one's side
Just stay near...beside...abide
We'll stay house to house
Excited by curiosity
There will be a house for us
At last
A key to joy
Let us go...explore this terrain
We'll have a roof
To push aside the rain
To clear our years away
We are definitely here to stay
House to house
Torment to joy
We are invited
To stay here forever
At last
Without no guilt
There is no way
That I'm moving
No more
This desire
Ruins me to the core
I'm sure
At last
With my lady friend
And began to tend
Our wanted life
Without
Passing
House to house
Dealing with passing
To and fro by searching
House to house
At last!
Look at olé Manny over there.
He's been praying for grown back hair.
Hair back
Back hair
Hair is neither here nigh under where.
At night we pray for tight'ee whites;
Following morning awaken by a huge wedgie wearing panties.
Shake it off and tone it down.
Take it easy now, now.
Hold your horses there pray full man.
Eating tiger sporting a lions mane feeding heads.
I said, I see I said, I taw a pudgy fat hippy cat rocking dreads.
Looking like a praying mantis crossed with a giraffe.
Bitting your toungue, covering your mouth; trying not to laugh,
You see poor olé Manny with a blank look of dismay.
Holding tightly onto his toupee on another windy day.
Even today, he continues to pray as he slumps in his chair.
And people just don't understand why because Manny is amazing with or without grown back hair.
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Hold your horses,
use all your resources
and force your thoughts
to not follow the course
that stigma endorses.
I figure I was sent
to present a different
style that you think is rap,
but rap is spoken aloud and vocal,
it serves verses in urban slang verbal,
this isnt like any rap I've heard,
for a start I'm using dictionary words.
You think rap is ghettos, gangstas, gats and hoodies,
while poetry is cellos, mansions, top hats and pretty goodies,
and rap isnt poetry but poetry reads like rap,
but you know to me this flow needs a new name so stigma is detatched.
If I rapped this reactions would stick as I'd look as stupid as rats,
so dont call it rap 'cus rap wouldn't do that.
No not at all,
this style is based around the bouncing vowel,
a sound that's allowed anywhere anyway around.
So hold your thoughts
'cus this mould is ought
to be sold as ROLLING RHYME.
It sorts and then reveals it's skills caught
constant in roll like a wheel,
with words written real
and a free structure to its build.
It's rolling rhyme
told in rhyme
that strolls and holds in time
and does not fold or decline
only to rhyme at the end of the line.
The rows flow with ease
and it's easy to read
free flowing and blowing along like a breeze.
Rap rhythm isnt driven
by the way the words are written
'cus when rappers are spitting
pronunciation differs if you listen.
Rap ink revolves around slang
but you think of revolvers gangs and the bang bang,
this is poetry, you know it be,
it's rolling rhyme this style of mine.
the Bible is basically a narrative
about communities
from Genesis to Revelations it reveals
how as humans we need to be
in the Christian community its what binds us together
in that we all truly believe
that Jesus the Christ Our Messiah and Savior died
so that we could all live free
for its that inward transformation
the bedrock on which we stand
together in communion with each other
in remembrance of the Son of Man
communion before community
Jesus taught us the way
He preached, He did teach and reached into hearts
whenever and wherever He prayed
for us to build each other up
as we also commune with God
in order to obtain and then maintain
a connection with Him in our hearts
now putting our spiritual priorities in order
so that we can maximally achieve
a state of mind in which we can find
a place where the peace of God we'll receive
Now able to unplug to be in step with God
in moments of serene sanctity
in order to stay connected to God
we need those times of total tranquility
just don't get it twisted
you need to comprehend
you don't need to jump thru hoops
to be connected to Him
now hold your horses
you need to understand
that what you wear to worship God
will not sway His hand
God will place you on higher and solid ground
simply because in you
a true faith has been found
now connected and by God protected
from the temptations of sin
as its not always about the dos & don'ts in life
its about staying in sync with Him
so lets travel deeper in covenant
sharing and exchanging on an intimate plane
intentional in our relationship with God
transformative and divinely rearranged
just don't ever forget to have times of solitude
so you can be reinforced and spiritually fortified
now re-strengthened and refilled with the Holy Spirit
most divinely amplified
communion before community
requires solitude and spiritual seclusion
quiet moments with God
hushed enrollments of the heart
to develop godly conclusions
so lets pray prayers of worship
prayers of petition and prayers of praise as well
as we commune with God
with our community in our hearts
as we spiritually expand and excel