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The Day the Earth Shook
Today a place called Haiti,
weighs heavy on my mind.
A small island Country State,
where life has been unkind.
With little shanty houses,
no food to feed the young.
War and unrest through the years,
a trap to be unstrung.
A seven-point earthquake struck,
it rattled this small place.
Shook it to the very core,
it did not miss a trace.
Children died in the rumble,
the death toll yet unknown.
Please pray for the little ones,
and mercy to be shown.
Let's bring them food and water,
so swiftly to their aid.
And call out to survivors,
so they won’t be afraid.
Offer our hands in friendship,
to aid them in their plight.
Hope in the wake of sorrow,
and light to their dark night.
I think God says unto us,
we know what we must do.
When we open up our hearts,
it shows us what is true.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
In New York, someone gets stabbed every 52 seconds
Poor bastard... must have bled quite a lot
Guess what animal can jump higher than a house
All animals, houses can't jump, you forgot?
How Long is a Chinese name, yes it is, bet you're giggling
You see... oh never mind, on to the next wan
Always speak well of your enemies, after all, you made em
Now isn't that the truth, makes you wanna yawn
What happens when you throw a green rock in the red sea
Seriously, you don't know... duh, it gets wet
Thou shalt not commit adultery unless in the mood
Or you'll be as despondent as you can get
“Laughing stock”... translated, cattle with a sense of humour
Before eating that yummy steak, check out the grin
The sex was so good, even the neighbours had a cigarette
Bloody good sex, must've made their heads spin
Aren't you aware, you're depriving a village of it's idiot
Now that was quite selfish, apologize right now
What does an old woman have between her breasts
That a young woman doesn't... a navel! WOW!
How to make your girlfriend scream while having sex
Call her and tell her, works every time
You obviously can tell when you're really getting old
Wet farts and dry dreams, all's in rhyme
Adam said to Eve... stand back for safety reasons
No telling how big this thing's gonna get
Two fat guys in a pub, one says to t'other "Your round!"
T'other says "You're certainly keeping step”
How can you tell if a woman is wearing pantyhose?
When she farts, her ankles swell up big
Man proudly says to a friend, “My wife's an angel”
Friend says, “Mine's still alive... frig!”
hear my words I don't know if this
if this will make you feel better, you need to feel better
hear my words
I though I would just sit down here
and jot down some sweet verbal praises;
I may not know how you feel
but I know the feeling you feel, it's real
so hear my words, it may just make you feel better
talk to God, pray a prayer
nothing especially overly non-abbreviated
hear my words talk to the Lord and you will feel better
hear the words from the Lord and you will feel better
trust and believe in the words from the bible and you'll be better;
From the one whom gave us life
And the one who saved us this one His name is Jesus Christ
Our savior Lord our King;
His reign is and will be forever;
I just want to yell it out and tell all that I know, this is what it's all about
His righteousness, He's made me wonderfully blessed;
I know this
There will be wars and rumors of wars;
Children forsaking all their duties and shores;
Hear my words
Wrongs changed to rights, rights sin to wrongs changing to right!!? What?
Men are we praising God and co providing for our families
Showing and telling how boys and girls should be
(following Christ come follow me)
After this is gone (done) all natural things, houses, money jobs cars and land;
In the aftermath there'll be nothing left;
Hear my words
And also before we're born we had God, we have God, we had God
Teach the child to provide, teach them to follow God
and reverence Christ, yeah
Woman are we searching for flesh, settling for anything other than the best;
If you want a man, there's one searching and He's holy;
If you want a man one is coming one that server Jesus, Jesus Christ;
What do we have left teach your daughters to nurture and be sure that the first man their standards are in line with Jesus;
Hear my words
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
August 18 2013
In the silence of the cosmos, life is a dance of light and shadow,
Extraordinary and alive, a miracle not limited to wealth,
People seek riches, pride, security, anchors in time,
But they lose the essence, for life is not measured in houses and cars.
In the rush for a job to pay for cold walls,
They get lost in speed, through car windows that blur the sky,
You see nothing from a car, everything is a dream passing too quickly,
People take vacations as if life were a pause between days.
Why not let life itself be the reward, an endless journey?
In every sunrise, a new world is born from the embrace of dawn,
The song of the wind through trees, the whispers of flowing waters,
All are living poems, but people do not hear them, caught in noise.
In every breath, a universe opens, a story begins,
But people seek comfort in things that won't keep them warm,
Houses become boxes, dreams are lost in dusty office drawers,
Forgetting that life is a cosmic dance, not just a predetermined path.
Why not live the moment, explore the mystery of each morning?
To be travelers on unknown roads, without maps or destinations,
To lose ourselves in the beauty of simplicity, to embrace the ephemeral,
For being alive is a gift that cannot be bought, only lived with the heart.
In the flow of consciousness, let yourself be carried by the river, without fear of the abyss,
For life is an unwritten poem, a dream waiting to be lived,
Without limits, without fears, just you and the infinite smiling at you,
A magical journey where the soul dances with silent stars.
THEY WERE SETTLERS FROM MEXICO, CANADA, ENGLISH COLONIES, SOME WERE DUTCH, SOME WERE FRENCH, SOME WERE ENGLISH, SOME WERE AFRICAN, AND SOME WERE ASAIN. THEY SETTLED IN THE VALLEY "WERE DROUGHT WAS KIND." THEY BOUGHT TREASURE WITH THEM, THEY STORED WILD ANIMALS IN CAGES AND TRANSPORTED THE ANIMALS TO THIS NEW AREA. THEY BOUGHT THEIR TREASURE AND KEPT SECRETS ABOUT THE TREASURE SO THAT IF THE SOLDIERS FROM THE NATIVE GOVERNMENT CAME ALONG THEY WOULD HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE OF SUCH. THEY SUNK THEIR TRESURE IN THE PONDS, BUILD SHIPS ON DRY LAND TO LIVE THEIR IN THE RAINY SEASON. THEY TRADE WITH SAVAGE NATIVES IN GOOD TIMES, AND WARRED WITH THEM IN BAD TIMES. THEY WERE WISE AND WEALTHY AT A TIME WERE THEIR WEALTH MEANT NOTHING. tHEY HAD A MULTICULTURAL SETTLEMENT WITH THOUSANDS OF CATTLE. THEY SMOKED FISH IN SUMMER FOR WINTER. THEY STORED FISH ON THE BOATS IN THE DRY DOCKS, JUST IN CASE THE RAINS WOULD COME.
THEIR THEY'D STORE DRIED FRUITS, AND VEGATABLES. THEY'D COLLECT STONES TO BUILD HOUSES. THEY DUG CAVES, AND FOUND TRESURE. THEY MADE THEIR OWN MEDICINE, AND WOULD SEND PEOPLE TO CANADA, MEXICO, THE ENGLISH COLONIES AND TO THE TERRTORIES WEST TO GET THINGS.IT'S BELEIVED THEY INVENTED A NEW WAGON, A LONG HEAVY WAGON THAT ALLOWED EIGHT HORSES TO PULL IT.tHEY HAD BECOME RENOUWNED, BUT THEY NEVER GAVE DIRECTION TO THEIR COLNOY.
iN 1741, THEY SENT, PEOPLE WESTWARD TO FIND A SIMULAR PLACE TO COLONIZE. A TEAM OF RESEARCHERS LEFT THIS COLONY LOOKING TO FIND A NEW PLACE, SO THAT THEY COULD CREATE A NEW TRADE ROUTE BETWEEN THEM. ONLY TWENTY SIX MILES AWAY, RESEARCHERS FOUND A PLACE SO BEAUITUL AND MAGINFICENT, THEY STOPPOED THEIR TO LOOK IT OVER.
all automatic alligators arrive arrogantly
barely behave beautifully but brazenly
carousing with creepy cruddy crocodiles
desperately denying despicable wiles
effectively expediting expediency
forever forsaking fruit flies who flee
glaring at grazing gritty grouses
hijacking horrific herbivore’s handy houses
igniting ingenious iguanas in I-o-Way
jubilantly joining jerky jaguars along the way
kibitzing kinesthetic killers from Zion
lollygagging like lively luxurious mountain lions
marvelously marking multitude of mini monkeys
notoriously noting nefarious nodules of displease
ostentatiously opening overt outages in Oregon
providing panda putrid prey Paul just spit on
quarrelsome quicksand quail
rapidly reading registered mail
saying sassing sentences swiftly
turning terrific tarantulas toenails thickly
utilizing underwater undercurrents down under
verifying valid villans' voluptuous plunder
with wild willingness and witchy wonder
‘xacting ‘xactly ‘xtreme ‘xestentialism supreme
yelling youngster’s yips on front of the queen
zinging zealous zealots into zebras galore
end of this abcedarian poem, there is no more.
Of Dancing Moons and Golden Waters
Of our town, little is spoken,
ours is, after all, a small hamlet
with nothing we can boast of
but a small lake, in the midst of our houses of clay
and muddy paths, yet unlike us
this lake is rich, unlike us,
this lake is most gracious, most pure.
At day, when the regular Sun visits us, our only tourist
the lake glimmers, almost in delight of welcoming it,
the water shines in an almost blinding flash of gold and
the surface of the lake is instantly lit up, and we poor people
huddle around the only gold in all our town.
Beauty abounds in this lake, holds it no fish, nor grasses
and we don't swim in it, nor do we touch its holy waters,
yet this lake is so very special, much like a cherubic child,
of whom the world expects nothing but that marvellous, pure smile,
oblivious, innocent, unharmed.
And when night abounds, and the skies turn all dark,
and when tne stars appear, shy in the presence of
the shining moon, yet again, the lake dances.
Now she is resplendent in an enchanting veil of
white, pure white, which in this dark canvas of night seems
like a sad princess, dancing till the recesses of night in all her
latent glory.
We marvel at the ripples our feet form,
at once the perfect face of the moon is flattened
then the it shrinks, and circles of
delicate white encompass the vastness
of our beautiful, beautiful lake.
2nd April, 2019
Contest: Intensity
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Grief stricken, his eyes full of sighs,
The picture shows when the boy cries,
The sweet boy shows no touch of joy.
This is the story behind the destruction of this boy.
It is told his loved ones died in the fire.
Little boy from Oviedo is yet full of desire.
He is the street urchin so poor he only gets morsels he found.
He is known by Don Bonello, he does not utter one sound.
Pictures Luigi Toledo did of him.
In the series of seven children with lighting dim.
Over sixty pictures of children he produced.
Everyone to the public they were introduced.
Little boy crying is the most liked of them.
Hundreds of prints sold of this little gem.
Then suddenly Luigi’s studio, burned down.
Word soon flew, it got round town.
Every house which took the boy Don in, there were fires, not to be denied.
The Firefighter witnessed fourteen fires in houses, where the boy did reside.
The boy suspected of doing this crime.
He lived on the streets where the homeless spend time.
Fires did begin if his picture hung there. They chose him to spurn.
Homes destroyed but his picture did not burn.
Looking into it showed, every fire depicted, him not the culprit, definitely.
Broken electric plugs, insecure wiring, poorly tended cooking deemed to be.
The pictures were printed on fireproof protective fibers.
Firefighter lied, Sun news invented the story to get more subscribers
Much time went by, true sources implied.
The teen wrecked the vehicle he drove, burned, in the night he died.
So is the story of Don Bonello, there could be no joy.
This is the curse of the crying boy.
A paper and a pen
I need a few to tell stories of my pain
Not of what has passed
But of that which is to come
If this isn’t a curse tell me what it is
Pink skin yet of my father’s race
No melanin even on the hair on my face
I fear the sun, it doesn’t favor my kind
I fear the dark; it plays games with my mind
And I fear my own people,
That I’m a man they don’t mind
"People-phobic,
I thought they were brothers "
Maybe not anymore because they have places to go,
Houses to build, cars to buy,
A life to live, food to dine;
Because they think I am the gateway to Jacuzzis
That my bones are a fortune worth taking a life for
I was only born different as my purpose was, different
Should I scream? Should I mourn?
Should I call the pastor to do my eulogy?
Should I be waiting for another sunset?
Maybe bid farewell to the melodies from the air?
How long should I be living in terror?
For we never know, who and when it will be
Brothers are slaying brothers
Whom shall I trust? The police?
Who is to blame? The neediness?
Should I cover my skin from the sun?
And hide my skin from your sons?
If I had dark skin, I would breach
To save my skin, and ease mama’s worries
But this pale cocoon will take me to the grave
Save me, I am a son and a brother too
I am a mother, and a patriot too
I have dreams, and a future ahead
I am just different, and not the “Capital”
I could love you so easily
In fact I already do
Uno y dos es uno
When it comes to me and you
The things you like are the things I want to
And it's all okay by me
It's not that I'm a robot
It's that to you I want to be
A real life true companion
Sharing everything
Growing close together
Doing anything
You could ever dream of
I'm the kind of guy
Who'll put it all together
And never ask you why
You want to style boho
Or go and take a trip
Exploring empty houses
Go sailing on a ship
To a destination somewhere
See, that's my kind of thing
Not thinking much, just doing
I take it on the wing
What a great adventure
We'd have, just us two
A roller coaster quencher
On a ride that's made for you
Just come along and leave
The planning up to me
I guarantee you'll like it
I hope one day you'll see