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I feel the wild nature coming back
To hunt me down
My prayer is rejected…and my heart is infected
With aching affliction…
I can’t bear this burden anymore
I can’t stand the aftertaste of yesterday…the addiction
I need to break this bad habit…
It’s unhealthy and it’s killing me bit by bit
This burn is punching me in the face again
Open up the corridors into my head
And you’ll taste my undesirable dread
Spit it out! Replace it with benevolence…
Not all that miserable nonsense!
Open up your eyes,
So I can show you my cheerfulness
There’s no point in crying…
There’s clearly no point in you sighing…
There’s a chance for you
To drown your unappealing agony…
This discarded doubt…this morbid envy
Reigns over me…
I got to overcome these dark enmities
This insecurity…this horrid melancholy
Conquers me like a cancer
My Prayer
Free Verse
Almighty Father, In bended knees I come before You
With open heart I beseech unto You
Hearken to my prayer I beg of You
Bless Thy people in our sorrows and woes.
The whole Earth is now in grief
Because of the disease that is now pandemic
We are engulf by fear and confusion
Some are sad for the loss of their loved-ones.
We can't even go to Church
To pray and ask for Thy help
Authorities are giving us warning and protocols
Not to go out so not to be infected by this curse.
Father, my children and grandchildren
Are all out of my sight
I can't protect them because of the distance
I commend to You Father, please protect their lives.
Someday we will be together again
In praying and our duties we fulfill
So once again to You I appeal
Please embrace them with Your love and care.
The town, ripped up like a carpet—flung to the side like a broken leg. In its scar the soldiers marched. Chanted for a ruler who ate in his highchair while he penned in their death warrants. Overhead birds of death floated, their naked beaks dying for flesh. It’s cold, so cold a little brown mole crawled from its bungalow and died right in the snow, its little tracks a treasure map to its demise. Everything around war takes on the property of destruction. The little girl who survived and who’s lying in the basement of her home doesn’t know the rubble has trapped her into a coffin. A dog sniffs along the broken avenue and swallows an ear. The ear of a praying man who was blessing his family’s food when boom! From tailfeather to beak a robin is infected by gun smoke. Black eyes, black beak, black heart. It’s all dark on the northern front and the soldiers march from bleakness to doom. Happy with this overtaking that is to lead to their severed legs and exploded hearts. Their red, white, and blue tucked triangle and mother’s bitter tears. If they knew that, the chanting would be replaced by sobs and their marching knees would find the dirt. Along the broken avenue, they’d weep to the grey, smoky sky.
Tears of gory guilt
Run down my bark, a nectar
For the nightingale
No where to hide now
The sheer shame embraces me
Don't know what I know
Fears of warriors
In freeless tree forever...
Their eyes carved outside
Pupils follow me
Wherever I roam...you see?
Not a sparkling sea...
Embark me surreal
Feed me your sweat..your labor.......
Place my silver soul right there
The atmosphere bleeds
With the fear of ancestors
Eyes do shine - you're mine
The trees' irises
Project all shades of blue...green...
Let go of baggage
Your hues blend with theirs
Hues that are all but true
Throw off your loads... cares...
Arrow pierces heart
Strikes me that it gets chopped down
Into flames of...art...
Reality's demise
Ends here in this fantasy...
A wise world that sees
In vain, I weep green
The tears I shed is their sun
I welcome the moss
Foolishness of men -
That bogus gets left behind
Thieves get caught...they rot...
Grow upon me, weeds
Flowers and alike - come here...
Bushes sway...breeze strays
The morbid moon shines
Like the rest of the planets
Stars refuse to blink
As Hard as a rock,
I spiral to and fro...oh...
My mind's a black hole
They long for humans
To love them...they can't function
When they produce shame
Alas, neglected
Profuse remains buried...naught...
Passed away...infected
As the New Year is almost upon us
It’s becoming clear just how rotten
The smiling face of our nation is,
So what better time
To set it straight.
Everywhere you look waste, fraud and abuse
Overflows, as it has for many decades,
But now that the Somali day-care fraud
Is being unearthed,
Not only are the molars seen as totally rotten,
But the gums gingivitis infected as well,
To the extent all the teeth
Now need to be pulled.
And where does that leave US?
Toothless and sore and helplessly vulnerable,
And yet we’d still be alive.
Which is more than it will be
If we don’t root out the rot
Tooth and nail.
(12/28/25)
At first herd immunity was the go
When most people got it and recovered
COVID would have no where to go.
It would die out, starved of victims,
Starved of infections from which to spread.
Then came the shutdowns, must get vaccinated
to get out and about.
Get jabbed - once, twice, three times,
four, five, and more.
But Omnicon changed all that.
The vaccinated got infected.
The infected got reinfected.
Now all has changed.
The politics says: 'Let it rip'
It can't be stopped.
Everyone will get it.
The vulnerable will die and be eliminated
Most people will recover.
We must learn to live with it.
There is no choice now, no solution.
The little bag of chemicals,
the virus, that needs to reinfect forever to survive.
The virus that cannot live without us, as parasitic hosts,
has won,
R.I.P.
MY OPERATION
I had an operation,
'Cause my knee was shot it seems.
They said though it was major,
It really was routine.
They told me not to worry,
For many'd gone before,
And they were all just fine, in fact,
Were better than before.
They said at first there'd be some pain,
But that's to be expected,
With pills and drugs I'd be just fine,
Just don't get it infected.
When I awoke the pain was great,
They gave me Morphine drip,
My body said,"Oh no you don't!",
And then it threw a fit.
So then they gave me Percocet,
When nausea abated,
The room just spun around and 'round,
I could not stand unaided.
They tried a different drug again,
Tried two or three or four,
My stomach said,"Oh not in here!",
I threw up on the floor.
They mixed Tylenol with Codiene,
And said,"Just one more time.",
Gave it to me with Gravol,
It seemed to work just fine.
I still threw up most every day,
For two weeks straight I did that.
The pain and medication,
Just seemed to lay me flat.
It's been two months and seems to me,
That I'm now on the mend.
I only take the medicine,
When pain comes back again.
It's been a long rough row to hoe,
My therapist's a sadist,
But I must heal at my own rate,
The way for me that's safest.
I told her it won't bend that far,
She said we'd have to force it.
I decided then and there,
I must try other sources.
Now I excercise at home,
And do some gentle stretching.
I'm better now, the swelling's down,
And I spend less time retching.
No pain, no gain, they said to me.
My knee was just inflamed.
I guess they didn't know about,
My allergy to pain.
Judy Ball
I had full knee replacement surgery. Feb. 23,2011
It was awful but am doing much better.
Posted on Christmas Eve, happy cuz Trump soon leaves
America finally gets a reprieve from the lies he weaves
Well, pardon ME if you disagree, but he's one and done
He's been pardoning crooks, murderers, daughter & son
giving the phrase, "Who let the dogs out?" the answer
It's the narcissist who infected the country with cancer
It's time for a celebration and Happy New Year to cheer
A new President will reside in the White House next year
Trump will have to vacate his throne. It's been conferred.
No fraud took place or election rigging. That was absurd!
Joe Biden will be moving into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Uniting our country without Trump's drama and ballyhoo
What a poor example he's been as a leader; head of state
America was better off before he said he'd make it great.
Move along with your counterfeit tan and puckered mouth
Take your cocky kids with you as you putt your way South.
Let's hope once he's gone, out great nation will soon heal
with a commander who can keep our ship on an even keel
"Trump's descended into madness," "He's lost his mind"
Recent headlines that his supporters will claim are unkind
but considering the mess he's made of many vital issues,
the only sympathy I can offer them is a box of tissues
The oval office will need steam cleaning and fumigation
No portrait of him to hang. Let him take that to litigation!
It's reported Trump is headed South, to his Florida estate
His new slogan, just released: "Trump 2024 ~ DONATE!"
He's spent more time golfing than acting like a President
His Mar-a-Lago neighbors don't want him as a resident!
The worst possible fraud committed in the last four years
is the fake role he played, condoned by Republican peers
It won't be smooth waters for a while because of the scum
he's left behind; that shameful man, that do-nothing bum
America has been stumbled from each inept Trump blunder
pitting brother against brother; he's ravaged us all asunder
He once said the world was laughing at our great nation
The truth is they laugh at him; a presidential abomination
Perhaps right now is a good time to just reflect
Addressing all those issues you always seem to neglect
Maybe this will be that day that you finally start to begin
And look upon how many of your ways are infected by sin
For you cannot move forward by ignoring your past
And some memories are so deep that they will forever last
But by confronting your past then your future will be free
But this too will not last if it is not the Lord first who you see
For it is your past that is shaping your future
And in all you have amassed it is only God who can cure
So in order to move ahead and get where you need to be
Maybe just pray instead and then just wait and see
Just allow life to continue putting everything in His Hand
To Him now be true and you too shall soon understand
And now that you are free and are no longer bound
You will be able to clearly see what once couldn't be found
The angels were sweeping out heaven
When I was born,
And the dirt fell on my face;
And they forgot to dust me off when they were
done,
Now I live daily in disgrace.
I have strived so hard not to bring hurt or
pain,
To others and also to me;
But the Dirt seems to follow me wherever I go,
I wish i could be free.
The sunny skies retreat whenever I step out of
my door,
And the thunder clouds roll in;
There is no shelter from the storms of this
curse,
There is no way to win.
So ive locked my door and battered heart
away,
Ive pulled the shades down tight;
I will keep the dirt trapped inside with
me alone,
So others wont be infected by my plight.