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There once was a great nation who lead the whole free world
Oh all the honor that was heaped as that flag was unfurled
By entering WW 2 Churchill said of us "the sleeping giant has awoke"
A man so famously known for the many prophetic words that he spoke
All was fine, till one day it began to crumble from the inside out
Yet even at this point now many people still look at me with such doubt
But many things have happened since that I needn't now here mention
Yet this is not the end but a signal that the beginning has now begun
"You can not lead any country without the Bible" is what Washington said
Seeing these were very Godly and Spiritual Founding Fathers who once led
I'm not here trying to shove anything what so ever down anybody's throat
It's just that God is showing you, this great nation, the power of your vote
But don't act like a chicken little running all about without a head
For soon there will be no place to hide from the Word God has said
With the school race long since over it is now our own economy
Look at China taking our 180 year reign away and then comes number three
P.S. They owed a lot of money too, mostly to China.
Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s Eve,
special days filled with festive charm.
When family and friends all gather together,
for a winter’s holiday on the farm.
Old and young folks cramped and crowded,
but there was no need for any alarm.
Because everyone was welcome there,
for a winter’s holiday on the farm.
Catching snowflakes with our tongues,
creating angels with legs and arms.
Sledding and skating until light is gone,
for a winter’s holiday on the farm.
Red noses, cheeks, and cold toes,
would not cause us any harm.
Hot chocolate warmed us from inside out,
for a winter’s holiday on the farm.
When the moon replaced the dissolving sun,
and children crawled under blankets scattered round.
To hear stories of the olden days now departed,
of past winter’s holidays on the farm.
I'm once again awake in this inside out state
Never confused because I know I'm mixed up
Is it me I see in viewing blurred investigate
Has nature mistrued this building a buttercup
I really don't know how I get there, day after day
Is it a giving window that assures my mind thralls
Then I'm where in standing blinding emptiness
Allowed seconds of whom I was when I was total
Glimpsed memories of I seeing images of my past
Faces known years in confusional dark abound
Children I knew last week, names now lost so fast
Not even voices can rebound their previous sounds
I'm now even I don't know, whom now looks at who
This someone who looks back at me can't you see
Darkened silhouettes pierce my blanked see through
Once again awake, in this inside out state see plea
21/11/2015
So they have decided,
It's come right from the top,
Governments reaction,
My benefits should stop,
They think that 2 years of grief is enough,
But no matter how hard a couples enough,
You've had a long spell of time to recharge,
And to be part of a workforce so to give it large,
To us you look normal,
Your physically fit,
No sign of a wheelchair it's time to commit,
You have no excuses,
We will give you a call,
Your stories no different,
It happens to us all,
I call you today,
After hours in fear,
Feeling so anxious,
And wiping a tear,
My nerves are all shot,
My grief is still strong,
Caring for 3 years,
And one day she's gone,
But in that 3 years,
I saw what cancer can do,
Eat you inside out,
As the tumour just grew,
Losing your dignity,
Morals and you,
Losing body functions,
What could I do,
I lost my own battle,
One I could not win from the start,
Now you say I've got through this,
You don't have a heart.
Burns
Stuck in the throat
Choking burns
Searing from the inside out
Always returning
Always churning
Swallowing fire
Swords with no edge
Licking with damage
Blackening from the inside
A cancerous trap
Always made alive
Built to take away the pain
The flame of fame
Burns
Something caused this fiery reign
A handsome, showy shield
With no protection
Just an empty mask reflection
Leading to the grave
Croaking like a frog
Hurled in the midst of a sweltering bog
Caught in a gulp
Inhalation is a war—
A war for more!
Breathe out
Keep swallowing
Panic
There shines the manic
In all its glory
Watch as it slowly
Burns
Words do nothing but feed the fire
The fame grows evermore
Opinions cry and never tire
Gesturing for more
Festering for more
Burning for more
Dying for more
When you’re so tired that the pillows turn inside out.
Still falling into the tired feeling.
As you could sleep if you rolled over to the other side.
But you can’t move like that.
So tired that boulders are about to topple on you.
Balanced like you when you are drifting off.
When you’re so tired that glass of water next to you is bubbling sleepily on its own.
If someone called me right now.
I would answer in my dream.
I would eat the cereal that spilled on the floor.
When you’re so tired…
That you want the poem to end.
Tapping the keys while sleep taps its way in.
Still falling.
To the drifting side of things.
My light begins to diminish
With no hope for a finish
Drowning in this treacherous doubt
Burning from the inside out
Each day, another battle to live
They take more than my body can give
All of these medicines will be my healing
Energy draining, life force stealing
They mark my skin with silent scars
Map my body like shattered stars
Each bruise a truth I cannot hide
Each tear a war I’ve fought inside
I’m weary and this war is too long
They call me beautiful and say I’m strong
I wear that mask and play that role
But it costs so much and takes its toll
The mirror shows a changing face
A stranger standing in my place
Yet deep within, beneath the ache
Still burns a will they cannot break
The nights are long, the hours crawl
I’ve faced the fear of losing all
Still, breath by breath, I rise again
Though trembling now where I’ve once been
Win or lose, I’ll fight my best fight
Even at its darkest, it cannot steal my light
So many questions with no answer
How strong must you be
To be chosen by cancer
They speak of courage, bold and bright
But never of the endless night
Of whispered prayers no one can hear
Or how it feels to live with fear
I know that fear, I’ve felt it sink
Into the marrow, cold and deep
Yet still I rise, though worn and thin
With quiet fire beneath my skin
And if this war should take its claim
It will not take my voice, my name
For even then, through every link
I’ll live in love—still dawning warrior pink
Yo,
When I was younger, stronger, faster, phatter!
I saw Bayard Rustin, ascending and descending on bell hooks’ reveries,
And I screamed, from artistic insights,
Of plights and rights, citing Mumia Abu the Baptist,
“MOVING” SOULS to awakening, writing like Melchidezek in a Birmingham Jail,
Christ in Communist imagery,
Mohammed quoting Amos and speaking Barack into the “real”,
The World unknown to slaves of Matrix Madness,
Sad yet Strident,
Che and Jesus, encased in Chrystal prisms,
Of John the Baptist’s prison,
Different shades of the same spirit,
Freeing seekers from Oppressed Pedagogy,
But the sounds of naked children,
Screaming from the shattered images of Native Prophets denied their right to subdue the earth,
Enraptured my brain, and the thousands slain by South African Nazis,
Brought me to the brink of new beginnings,
Wherein, I war from the inside out,
Watching the sunrise of lies exposed, and young prophets forging emergent imagery,
“Christian”, teaching on the front lines of minds that can breathe anew,
“Dr. T”, slayin’ nightmares of myopic minions clouding the light of the almighty,
“Eli”, the young Jedi, facin’ Dark Forces with a saber tooth intellect,
“Melissa”, demandin’ respect for the forgotten and makin’ miracles for the downtrodden,
“Hugo”, the only begotten of Chi-town expression, taggin spiritual secrets on the backs of
abandoned day dreams,
“Viv”, teachin’ lessons of stress silenced by the strident freedom of angels bustin’ forth
from cocoons of plastic consciousness,
“Leber”, the dreama, of new market creation, in the image of acts, where none know lack,
And the facts, smack, cracks, in the faces of fat cats who feed on the blindness of hatred,
These are the prophets of my generation,
And as I weave my seeds of transformation, from a tower of sanctuary,
I look to them on the streets, reaping the harvest renaissance,
And know joy!
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2016
For all who suffer Arthritic pain
they know when it’s going to rain
aches in joints, won’t go away
just got to get through another day
We all have it to some degree
I know you feel it more than me
I try to support you when I can
and do some jobs, but I’m just a man
Can’t do the wash the way you like
I think it’s only in your psych
blacks and whites don’t wash together
hang things out, but watch the weather
That can fade, hang inside out
that will need three pegs no doubt
hang by the top, to keep it straight
coat hanger there, to take the weight
cooking needs a whole new plan
I used to cook as a single man
but eggs and bacon wont suit her needs
something fancy, full of seeds
Steak Dianne, that sounds real nice
Worcester sauce and oven fries
thickened cream and parsley fine
a dash of Brandy, or maybe wine
I really wish that I could do it
people say there’s nothing to it
if that’s what she wants, then all I say
you can make it, when your better eh.
Housekeeping is where I really shine
vacuum, dusting, it all looks fine
don’t move the armchairs, don’t look behind
‘cause if you do, then dust you’ll find
Then into the bathroom, that’s a lovely place
scrub the grout and tiles, till you can see your face
all the glass and mirrors, must be bright and clean
and finish with the toilet bowl, polished to a sparkling sheen.
I proudly say “I’m Finished” (it’s taken me 2 days)
and now comes the inspection, to learn the error of my ways
that’s nice she says, its saved me time, and I’m feeling better too
and the rain may clear tomorrow, so thanks a lot to you.
(she’s nice)
"The One" is...
someone who
thinks you're beautiful, inside out
from head to toe...morning, noon, or night
someone who
shoulders half your burdens,
attends to the smallest of your needs
someone who
speaks the same language you do,
and helps you grow emotionally and spiritually.
someone who
makes you feel good about yourself,
loves and accepts you, no matter what.
someone who
giggles away your peccadillos;
forgiving and forgetting them all
someone who
is a person of faith; prays for you
in good times and bad; who's patient with you
most importantly
someone who
loves you unconditionally
Date written: 10/27/2019