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...Janelle Hayes was president in those days,
second woman to lead the fifty states,
a career-driven woman, quite well read,
she listened to Chris, all the words he said.
It seemed so insane, the things he did speak,
but Janelle was smart, and realized quickly
that what this kid knew could not be a joke,
if there was no change, there would be no hope.
But if you know the future then you can act,
Janelle could set things on another track,
she knew of the lab, and what was coming,
but sadly we had overlooked something.
You see, Janelle Hayes was just forty-six,
and deep-down regretted not having kids,
as she talked with Chris, who was so alone,
feelings started growing, like none she’d known.
The maternal instinct, so long suppressed,
led her to adopt the time-displaced Chris,
the public knew nothing of what was to come,
just though their leader had got a new son.
It was quite a story, played on the news,
no favorability points did she loose,
and to her credit, she did love the boy,
amidst politics he was her great joy.
But as I said Janelle Hayes was quite smart,
now her mind was pitted against her heart,
she knew the dark future, but knew that Chris
without that future would not now exist.
Which meant if she worked to make a change
the future she’d build would not be the same,
which meant that her son would never appear,
the one she loved most would no longer be there.
I wish I could say she made the right choice,
but if she had I could not give this voice,
the love for her son proved greater in time,
Janelle chose him over all of mankind.
The plague ran it’s course, it all happened again,
the same endless death of men and women,
new memories of this time-loop arose
in all of our minds, it was quite a blow.
We have enough fuel for just one more trip,
and I’ll say that I volunteered for it;
yes, it will kill me, but I do not care,
we know where the lab is, I’m going there.
Some say it may mean war, China had nukes,
there’s a risk to that, it’s a real truth,
but doing nothing just leads to our end,
love undermined us, now there’s just violence…
A man talking loud in the subway
For every body to hear
He talking about his country
And the beautiful women they have down there
Well I open my ears now
I playing “maco “I want to hear
Now every one looking at him now
But he just talking, her don’t care
He said he from Trinidad and Tobago
With the prettiest girls where ever you go
From down by the wharf in san Fernando
Port of Spain, ste Madeleine, and mayaro
He said, Trinidad and Tobago
Is like one big fruit bowl
After god made Trinidad women
He destroy every last mold
Some tending cattle in the country
Some is an executive secretary
Some is doctors and lawyers
Some is house wife’s making hot sada roti
Some dress in the latest style
Some just like a casual dress
Some goes to Shirley beauty salon
And some like their hair in a mess
You will see them bathing on the beach
You will see them walking on high street
You will see them entering at “Naz cuisine”
To get the best food in Trinidad to eat
They come in all shape and sizes
Different color and different race
like Molasses tulum and sugar cake
With Different religious practice
Trinidad is the beauty capital of the world
Remember Janelle penny commissiong
The first black miss universe
To ever hold that prestige’s crown
Well I must admit he had me thinking
Were is this paradise Trinidad and Tobago
I going work hard and save my money
And just buy a ticket and go
Trinbago women love doubles with pepper
But still they sweet for so
And they kiss does still taste like sugar
Even when eating chow with half ripe mango
The way he talking bout Trinidad women
You would swear he talking bout a candy factory
All the men who was listening
Take out their phone to call the travel agency
Well the guy gets out the train
But leave us thinking bout Trinidad woman
Some of us just want to go for one
And some want one of each in their bands
Well I know I’m not good looking
But I want to go to this island in the sun
So I call Sandra travels to make a booking
So many beautiful women, I want to get one
Ballerina’d beauty…
She was always on beat and the most fluent mover. Never hesitant to step out onto her linoleum playground, Letting the stage lights beam down at her like sunshine, only refracting rays to intensify her lime light see she… was a dancer. &no I’m not talking about ya everyday tutu wearing mannequin. This one was special. The music was a part of her, she found a rhythm in every void and a tune in all speeches, it could only, flow thru her mind like water through the globe, more than she runs through my thoughts, like the way those greens slips of sustenance fell to the ground as she worked her pole.
Tragic ending to the perfect fairytale.
Mommy and Daddy had her dancing at six and in and out of auditions, wishing for her dreams to be realized unlike her own. Praying that her daughter could be somebody important, the next best thing since Broadway, better than Dejan Tubic, another Janelle Ginestra, but daddy had a sweet spot for his youngin. Wanting more for an innocent life and only turned her out of a fantasy. Pushing her on with the hopes only fools in the Ghetto would believe. Graduation day, she crashed hard, spinning back into reality. With no way to pay for her Julliard dream, a fistful of issues, and not a pot to piss in. She was strolling the block one night, and, heard music. Got sucked into the charisma of a strip joint. One second she was on the corner, everything goes black and when she comes to… she’s bare, with enough ones to get a place and put some food in her belly. That night she looked in the mirror… breaking down crying… all the dreams she had, crushed by the nimble fingers of fate. She doesn’t pity herself for long. Her mind’s already made up. “Gotta do this for me…” She rests, and the next day she finds herself back to the club to make more ones and satisfy more customers. It wasn’t the life she chose, but it’s one she’ll never regret, cause always had that sweet spot for her in el Corazon.. and she’ll always be, Daddy’s Little Girl.
A shadow crossed the room
in the corner of my awareness
A cloud outside somewhere, probably,
but for an instant, I thought that motion was you.
Thoughts of you are casually intrusive.
Maybe you’d crawled into my luggage - and hidden.
There’s a complex birthday candle wish.
Desire owes no deference to logic
When I think of you, my tummy becomes warm satin and I know,
that in your hands, I could be boneless and lusciously obedient.
For a while, anyway.
I remember us at the beach, lounging in deep parasol shade,
how your tanned skin glistened with tiny beads of sweat
and your endless legs stretched out like a centerfold’s.
Or you pulling me up out of the pool, one-handed, effortlessly,
with enough force that I briefly flew, and how you’d gently guide me down.
“What are you doing?” I’m virtually slapped out of my erotic fantasy, by Lisa, who’s standing, exasperated, sandaled toes tapping, purse in hand.
“Daydreaming,” I answered weakly, as I jumped up to get myself ready.
Has it only been four days since I left you?
I already feel tragically underheld.
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A song for this:
Ain't it a shame by The B-52s
Locked Inside by Janelle Monáe
In the Southwest of Scotland
Marin county Argyle-shire
Extends a narrow mass of land
Known only as Kintyre
A certain mull on which is known
What sea the eye adore
As glitter to a rolling mist
As waves align the shore
Not far from there in Campbeltown
Five miles or maybe more
Sat Duncan Blaine McGeachy
His hat upon the door
Young daughter Isabella
Bound for distant farms
Alas to Rocky Mountain House
Clutches in her arms
Where Peter Paul of Eckville
Did spy the raving lass
More fair than any local
And quite a lovely yass
Peter Paul and Isabella
Rose the Adams pack
Jack Loreen and Mary
James Peter at the back
I remember James Peter
Marge would say J. P.
And when she called him Jimmy Joe
He’d hide behind a tree
Old Jimmy Joe he got to know
How grievous love could be
He stood inside a few short days
More tall than any tree
His mother Isabella
His darling Marjorie
Would both depart on one foul whisk
The maker for to see
Of Jim and Marge had come a brood
As fine a brood could be
Of Randy Eddy and Janelle
And my sweet Laura Lee
I am a "friend of Bill"
hope you don't know that thrill
but if you do, trust me
Bill's the hardest friend I had lately
Bill doesn't take no duff
and doesn't take no lies
Bill sees right through you
before you even try
I was friends with Bob sometime
before I met with Bill
and Bob was quite the slob sometimes
but was really , really chill
Bob was happy stealing pills
and selling them to a mob
at the time; I thought to myself
"I really like this Bob"
but you see Bob he drug me down
so deep below the dirt
only my fingertips poking through the sand
if you got down close enough
you could grab me by the hand
and then someone did they pulled me out
another "Friend of Bill"
they offered me the big big book
instead of a tiny thrill
in my position
I thought hell, why not give it a try?
another foot of dirt on me
I'd suffocate and die
So Bill's my new best friend
and he's a friend to many
he could be a friend to you to
if you feel Bob's growing old on you
© Janelle Erin Elizabeth Peters 2020 all rights reserved
Sylvia is an earthly goddess;
who can resist her lovely eyes?
Wouldn't any guy be amazed by
her incredible personality?
Not everyone has the loveliness of Sylvia,
even the simplest word is sublime...
they listen and seem very excited;
nothing that comes out of her mouth is sad!
Who dares to compare herself to Sylvia?
I've seen many beauties, but she's divine!
Not all girls can be happy with what they have,
Sylvia has that perfect body men surely admire;
even her pretty eyes change from blue to violet...
when the Western sky turns completely scarlet!
Sylvia is an earthly goddess making guys
lose their minds and telling girlfriends lies;
can I lose mine and be unfaithful to Adele,
can I share stolen moments with Janelle?
Silk & Diamond, Kanye West,
Marcellus Wiley, Isiah Thomas,
Jason Whitlock, R C Maxwell,
Angela Staton King, Umar Johnson,
Paris Dennard, Darrell Scott,
Ben Carson, F Lee Francis,
Tammy Bruce, Mark Levin,
Jeremy Hunt, Charrise Lane,
Carol Swain, Felecia Killings,
Ben Shapiro, Tyrus,
Adam Carolla,
Kat Timpf, Winsome Sears,
Jennifer Ruth Green, David Webb,
Rob Smith, C J Jordan,
Bob Johnson, Vernon Jones,
Herschel Walker, Robert Maxwell,
Byron Donalds, Melik Abdul,
Paula White, Thomas Rodgers,
Raymond Jackson, Lawrence Jones,
Janelle King, Jessica Millan Patterson,
Jesse Lee Peterson, Karen Lake,
Randy Quaid and Jeff Sessions.