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There is a Mr. Fix It
That lives on my street
If you want to call him
You should have done so last week
Because he is always busy;
But you can call him on the phone
His X will answer for him
This is Rent-A-X but he's gone
How may my X help you
You know I was married to a squire
He can repair anything
With duct tape for he aspires
To run a super business
Where the calls come pouring in
Then he can hire many people
And he will just sleep till ten
Just last week a new pool
He did put in his front yard
Placed a table in it, ladened
With grand buffet of food
With an extension cord on float
To a tv in a sinking boat
He and all his buddies
Could watch tv and tell jokes
When the extension was inserted
In the plug-in in the house
It tripped the power breakers
Now everything is quiet as a mouse
Form:
How anyone can say “no thank you” to hot chips
l do not understand
The enticing smell so completely irresistible
For hot chips l would swim ocean and walk land!
Warm and comforting on a cold day
A must when by the sea
Accompanied with salt and vinegar
Or ladened and covered in gravy
At the end of a lovely summers day
Basking in the warmth of the evening
To end that perfect day
Hot chips please….a-steam’n!
Hot chips just by themselves
Or as a strong right hand man
Always the perfect offsider
So versatile…. eat them as you can
I often hear the salty sound of hot chips a-calling me
“Are you on your way….we are waiting Deb”
Out of sheer politeness “only”…..my reply “Yes I am”
How rude would l be if l said “No” instead!!
Endless sorrow and great danger
Beautiful city filled with blood
The redness will end, so will the dispersing blood
Right or wrong will be a luxury for the weak
Like few waves coursing the calm sea
Battling the fear of chaos
ladened heart harboured
misery, hatred, bitterness
Spreading like wild night fires
Conflicting emotions littered heart's dreams
Confessing concealed pains from its archive
awaiting the purgatory that comes therewith
neither grace nor resentment
Hold aloft the horn of hope
blowing till not a grasp of air left
unburdening the worries that piled as _Olumo_
calling to the heaven, payment to the collar
solace not lost but sold on auction
who have been to the other side and back?......
She!
Intimated by guilt broken by perplexity
Waiting for the love her life but until then,
committed to memories of forlorn moments
Threading on the joy rides of halcyon days.
Her!
Heart of a woman in the depths solitude
Plunged and played by people she called friends
Lonely soul tormented even by happy melodies
In her emptiness void her soul forever shivers.
He!
Four and half years in self enclosed walls
Loosing very essence of youthful love in a rage
Finally tumbled down the walls of solitude blind
Enclosed soul spirited away into the blues
Man!
Living in the love of the common people
Somewhere in the back streets of the slums
Upholding the dream of becoming a hero
With nothing more than hope and love from above.
Woman!
Years upon years of sitting at lecture rooms
Graduated with a class but no pass for a job
You know the norm of the day
If it’s not in she won’t be on board
Keep calm hold onto your faith
God is at work .
You!
Balancing ambition with conscience
On the road less traveled.
A tapestry of soul breaking fortuity
That eyes the very core of your maturity.
The start ups ,the gigs and realities you quest,
Gradually you will get there .
I
In my simple form in rolling waves
Light hearted or heavy ladened
With poetry or with spoken words
Even in my nothingness and in my woes
I will forever defy the cryptic void of silence.
She will smile .
Her heart will find home .
Man will find love .
She will be a wife ,A woman of dignity.
His dreams will come true.
Hold on to you faith and let’s go and get it,
Everything we’ve been dreaming.
God have our backs
We!
We are a work In progress
There will be fails but we will never regress
Steady and gradually we will evolve
In love and in laughter all the pain will dissolve
In due time when we are done,
They will thread here to see
From far and near they will travel over the seas
The atheist will sing hallelujah
The doubters will lurk in their disbelief
Our tales will be history
Our memories will be legacies
For we are a work in progress; Winners
within.
Courage is stamina to tackle my buddy
Yet while you know you can't perhaps succeed
Continue toward seeking later attempt, attempt again
Never backup straight to the edge
Courage is power inside your heart
To understand the concept of honesty while it is said
Still when it becomes knotted and surrendered
And you are ladened under with a serve burden
Courage is force, to handle the difficult pain
To retain their fresh recollections
Of their cherished one in spirit and soul
Anywhere thee can virtually obtain them anytime
Courage is toughness of personality
To constantly do whatever is appropriate
But meanwhile you comprehend that you need action
To produce the honesty toward the surface
Courage is force of greatness
Credit our civilian gentlemen and ladies who attack in
Foreign combat and against the injustice of disputes on our borders
All award is theirs, and their inheritance is ours
Misplaced but Comfort Full in this Serene Space
I Once Knew Where I was going
Now Disoriented, Struggling with not Knowing
Redirected to the Shadowy Unknown
Fallen Deity, Disrobed, Dethroned!
As I Sit on a Cloud of My Imagination
Gazing at my Reflection in an Aquamarine Stream
Surrounded by Ultra Violet Lights' Radiant Beam
I wish to stay Here Awhile
To Seek the Fragments of My Being I Misplaced, to Remember
The Gem I Concealed in The Sapphire Vale of Splendor!
Eluded am I, In this Familiar Place
Staring at my Reflection in an Amethyst Mirror
Behold My Tattered garments, Heavily Ladened, I Shiver
Am I a Piece of a Discarded Puzzle? I Ponder!
Here I choose to Stay,
Wrestling with My Thoughts until Night turns to Day!
I Regard the Citrine Sunset In the Horizon
As I Shed Skins That no longer Fit Mimicking Trees Shedding leaves
Searching, Seeking Wishing Stars Sunken In the Opal Pool Whilst Cool Autumn Breeze Tease
Soul Under Contract to Serve Brief Intermission, Yearning, Anticipating Deliverance,
Is this what I Desire or What I Deserve? Interval Transmission?
In This Eternal Dimensional Sphere, Vacant Vessel, I Patiently Await
For The Glorious Bedazzled Dew Drops Of Dawn to Replenish My Plate
When the Storm Subsides
When strong winds dissipate, calmer skies appear
The torrential rainfall changing the atmosphere
Taking in all that Mother Nature provides
Sun tries to peak when the storm subsides
Droplets of rain dance on ladened tree leaves
Drenched soaked ground too much it receives
With pooled and puddled soil drenched abides
All taking place when the storm subsides
When people are fighting, causing each other harm
When the hatred stains the air, puts you in alarm
When it is finally all over and calmness resides
And all healing starts when the storm subsides
When everything you do seems to go awry
And frustrations and anger simply multiply
You look inwards to find where your love resides
To calm yourself until the internal storm subsides
There are certain themes that represent a storm
Be it atmospheric in nature that takes form
Or be it anger, hurt or despair that resides
Be ever so grateful when the storm subsides
Dear Mr Politician why can’t you see
The destruction and chaos in your own country
Kensington Philadelphia
The big black hole
Desperate for help
For its lost troubled souls
Sitting on a footpaths
Filth all around
Searching for a vein
That cannot be found
Homeless, addicted
Suffering, pain
Guilt, despair
Sadness , blame
Violence, abuse
Rejection, neglect
Having never known value,
Worth or respect
Helpless, trapped
Desperate ,alone
No food, no shelter
Nowhere to call home
Infection ,sickness
In body and mind
Slowly dying
From a life so unkind
Open wounds on body,
heart and soul
Numbing agony
But never whole
Body and spirit battered
Buried dreams and goals
Wasted talent
Descending further in the hole
Tragic stories of childrens
Unheard pleas
Abandoned and unloved
Destined for addiction disease
No protection when children
No hugs when they cried
Now lost beings
Broken inside
Now vulnerable individuals
Ignored and unseen
In need of kindness and compassion
To get healthy and clean
They are not invisible
Are no less than you
Just stuck in affliction
Not knowing what to do
So…Mr Politician why don’t you see
The help needed in your own country
A dire situation in your very own nation
A big black hole ladened with lost troubled souls
The yard my world
Or so I’m told
Was where I spent my time
Where this little lass
A tomboy too
Loved rolling in the grass.
Trees ladened with mangoes
yellowed with ripe
A great temptation to this little child
Who with a stone and David’s aim
Brought mangoes down Goliath
style
Playmates I had and many too
From chickens, birds and ducks
To puppies, pigeons, turkeys and cats
Not to mention the upside down bats.
A sister and brother my siblings two
My sister’s a lady no sport for fun
My brother my follower was my ally won
He did what I told Him no questions asked
But got many a spanking when we crossed the line.
The old hammock swung from a branch
That bellied and hung
Quite low to the ground
For many a day both brother and I
swinging to and fro
did topple to the ground.
But best were the moments
I spent with God when we talked of many things
while I blamed Him for everything
that went wrong in my life
Oh those precious memories are the fabric of my life.
I was not in a wrong place
Neither was it a wrong time when I met my fate
I was unarmed with my sweat’s worth
Another day’s dime in my pocket
I was confronted by a flood tide of an angry crowd
Their faces were unrecognizable, the voices too loud
I looked over my shoulder, there was no one in sight
Pointed accusing fingers rose, I started to take flight
It was too late to escape, the tide caught my feet
My whole body was stampeded and I failed to breathe
I tried to hang on to life but my arms where weak
I could not swim to safety, the shore was bleak
My defenseless body succumbed to the violence
In the attacking mob’s fuming eyes I saw hell’s darkness
As I gasped for breathe
My soul was unshackled from the earth
I ascended into the heavens in God’s hands
As my blood was dripping from my attackers palms
The vengeance became senseless, guilt swallowed their hearts
They left the scene heads down, could not look God in the eye
But I was now free like a bird
Rising above clouds the feeling transcends flying
I thought I would be dead
But on God’s right, I have just become undying
I cry for you now, you who are ladened with hate
I cry for you because the blood of the innocent is never drying
SAY NO TO MOB INJUSTICE
It is an injustice to an innocent soul, to your own soul and to all