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Delfin
Free Verse
SATURDAY, May 28 2022
When in this world you bade adieu
Leaving your siblings and family in sorrow
But here am i now, paying my last respect to you
Eleven years we haven't seen each other
Now I see you, but can see me no more
As I gaze at you inside that fancy casket
Tears roll back in my face
Delfin at age 71
For me you're still very young
There are still many things to do
Yes, many things to do that to God we offer
I still remember when we were together young
Living in that dusty town called Nampicuan
Many escapades we have done
That made our parents intensely and extremely mad
Those are adventurous actions and capriccios
A part and parcel of being lad’s didos
A modern James Dean in the streets
But became mellow in your old age.
Your teen-age caper and knavery
Are all things to remember
It always remain in my heart and mind
A knocker of my memory in case oblivion prevails.
Like your Big Brother Tito
Who left us 30 years ago
Won't forget when we we’re all growing up
Attending worship services and playing with friends.
Now you are like him
Resting in peace, waiting for Christ's second coming
On that Day we all be together again
In the New Jerusalem with our parents as well
You are so blessed my Dear Brother
You can not make any kind of blunder again
While we are still in this crooked and vile world
Fighting for our faith, defending for our fate
Unknown Affairs
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
I feel,
Most hate and wrong, in the world
Can be traced indirectly to money;
Or the lack thereof;
But where does sorrow start?
Cornered within my mind
Are matters undiscovered, I query why?
Possibly, because we see what we wish to see,
But the day comes when un-cloaking occurs,
Or has it been, by another soundless tongue?
A heart filled with sorrow disperses no tale,
And closure of nights sadness,
Comes only, on the day knavery is finished;
Because tears stain the ground
On which I stand,
Doesn’t make me any less a man?
We continue playing the game,
And I’ll sleep when it’s over;
He comes to shake the foundations of the earth
the work of every hand of man to prove
to punish the unjust and expose sin
and those who hate righteousness he will remove
He has sent the call into all existing lands
that men should seek peace and it pursue
to separate the wheat and tare
and expose the hidden things men do
To close every mouth that speaks a lie
uncover every thought of hatred done
he has freely offered you a life of truth
but will not spare to scourge when they come
For the stories told in time are now fixed
and what is written in its scroll now firmly set
he will open them for his kings to judge
and those who have found mercy their sins forget
Those appointed to be Kings will take their station
they will rule with Christ for a thousand years
subject to the rule of God is every nation
no war will there exist or the inclement of fears
For though the promise seems long in coming
all the signs are made visable by light
raise your eyes oh Israel your God comes judging
and will reward those who have walked in right
Be reconciled in heart to seek the truth
that who you are you come to understand
You are called to love truth and your brother
until the peace of God lives in the land
The trumpets blast call the armies to their war
the winged ones ride the winds of wrath to charge
and poured out is the fury of his chalice
the cup of violence is deep and large
For all governments of man are chains to slavery
their aim to lift themselves and you to rule
but Christ's intent is to lift you from this knavery
that you might not become the fires fuel
So make your peace and seek his mercy now
for when this time arrives will be too late
though undeserved the offer of forgiveness
the price will be too high if delay you wait
sources: all the prophets of Israel great and small
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Dancing in the shade
Of the celestial glade
We're moonlit pioneers
Who overcame our fears
Bravery not knavery
In a cosmic soup so savory
Beauty is in crystalline flowers
And monolithic towers
Remove inhibition and take a tour
And enjoy the universe's greatest score
And realize after awhile
Nothing is as beautiful as a smile
And it might assuredly astound
But that is where the universe is found
True courage is to be unshackled from sorrow
With joy we're the saviors of tomorrow
The pain we endure is not in vain
Sit with me and watch the shadows wane
Every smile is a beacon for the sun
And promising days of fervent fun
We're sunlit pioneers
Who overcame our fears
Watching the darkness fade
In the celestial glade
Although the endless aridities of mortal survival
Are wont to twist the very best in every man,
Honest be against the knavery of those around,
And always keep your word because you can.
It sounds smart to preach the flat waters
And later to gulp the well-brewed wines,
And a promise broken sounds a witty deed,
But the uttered word will haunt with its fines.
I will not tell you to walk the talk
For this you’ve clichéd to suit your aim,
And since talking the walk would be strange,
Let your said word be kept to keep your name.
An explanation may be the next best thing
But there is nothing like a word faithfully kept,
The honeyed excuse sounds diplomatic enough
Yet there’s muse in the honest payment of a debt.
Once a boy now a man
Morgan Harper Knavery had a plan
To be the first officer in an all girls band
Musically thinking
Began drinking
His risqué coarse obscene informal blue
Ribald improper, naughty and so lewd
Quietly described by first avenue
Now a womanizing flute player
And the woman found him nay-slayer
So they gathered to conspire
To dismiss him by the hour
By impaling him so he would expire
A stupid murder fell on his flute while taking a shower
Alas the senseless murder of this bandmate womanizer
The murder death of womanizer Morgan Harper Knavery
4/17/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Sorry for the many times I have loved you.
For the endless nights my images leech,
And dote upon your memory.
Had not it that your peace drives my last nerve to insanity, -
Need I mention cupid, the missing factor in this equation?-
I fray, find me less a wife.
I do your foil find pleasure in,
Than that the clergy should hear my vows to you.
I tremble at the very imps I term your kisses.
Were they, only less sweet?
The ugly I so love in you-
Only this would be my death,-
A blunt, in a knavery of emotions so deep within
Yet roaming much without, about, unorthodox in time and sequence
Form:
I'm just writing my story
Leaving out all the glory
I never tore them; yet the pages and spine are all but broken
Its letters are scattered, yet still the words form a concise omen
Would you read it back to me slowly, please, as you reach the bitter ending?
It hurts my eyes, you see; this heart could use a break from all this bending.....
Being devoured alive inside is such a epic novel unsavory
Moments, however, are kept in order by thoughts of your light upon my gnomon
They just keep coming, though without a care as to whether or not they are heartrending
It's so sour to own a form of pain that is this condescending
A barren land uncultivated and so divided from this yeoman
Painless by comparison to a nose job given by the grindstone of life's knavery
Just as I finished; then, the ink ran dry right before me.....
It's in this here and now that I've broken out
I wanna scream, but they drown out every shout
Then I think of all the things I ought not talk about:
Have they ever not been a couple minutes too late?
Do they ever have their story straight?
Inside me, hope has made its case to abate....
Hung from ropes unknown, can you relate?
Am I the world's least astute gadabout?
What I feel is that my intentions are drawn and quartered; based fully on others' self-doubt
But there is no way I will let this point of pitiful; be an excuse to live life by copping out
I ride the bus...
Tilt a bit, balance-
ponder later. Yolk yellow
and sky blue, chalk
grey paint. Steel
rectangles; winding parallel
lines. Circles- Eternal.
Toothed horizons-
golden rose shaped sunset
tauten, its nectar
steeps; blushes. Inks gnarled
columns of trees, dusky, their
limbs webbed crosses
open to royal skies like
birthing petals, feathery
in twilight of Spring.
I drive a car...
Hyroid barriers.
Knavery fears. Strands cut like
shards. Glittering. Seamless.
Oily image-
tints of bereavement- becloud-
diabolus gullet. Shock.
Cruer pissades through
sea blue veins, weaving its course
through the body. Left
turn, straight. Right turn. Stop.
Rotary-circus. Yield. Go.
Emblazen. Exit.
Sunlight through drops
shaking off of Summer green
canopies-Diamonds-
imortally. Eve,
Adam. Male, female- supreme.
Insanity. Gods.
Brilliancy from
inception of star clusters.
Time-worn. Creator.
We humans like all creatures to have a purpose, an aim,
From one-celled amoebas to fungi-spore glebas,
They need a good reason to compete in life's game.
Consider cats: They school us in hygiene
Licking their paws and their fur shiny clean.
And how 'bout tiny ants, who teach us industry,
Or lions and their bravery--and foxes with their knavery?
But what reason have seahorses to be in the sea?
What can they teach us? How can they enlighten you or me?
Can they sing or dance? Can they 'cut a rug' in the water?
And if they can't, do you really think they should ought to?
Well, please know that things aren't quite what they seem.
Seahorses are special, unique, and highly esteemed;
In the eye of the sea, they're jewels, all sparkle and gleam.
See the distinctive manner wherewith these fish swim:
Upright! propelling themselves ever higher via dorsal fins.
Then there's the spectacle of seahorse sex and mating--
No other males on the planet hold the eggs while waiting
To release them of a sudden by the thousands at a time,
And then go back at it with their 'exes' on the turn of a dime.
All this leads up to how traditional Chinese physicians
Prescribe 'seahorses' for whatever their patients get sick in:
Everything from wheezing and pain to inducing labor,
With TCM's** practitioners, these fish are ever in favor.
It's clear, my fellow humans,
From Peking to Paris and on to Toulouse,
Seahorses can certainly be put to very good use...
*****
...Prompting this little 'caboose:'
Let US ask this question: Is human activity equally productive?
---Or do WE choose to engage in things far more destructive?
April 19, 2018
**TCM = Traditional Chinese Medicine