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(Continued from part one.)
Afire not his thoughts, the Devil sees,
He soars and roars, in his physical might.
His bears’ hug, his warmth, could melt you;
Into joys and tears, in willing submission.
Treat him not, to your portions of love.
He grows cold, is lost in erotic rage.
Wiggle not mermaid, in bouts of passion,
The dough you kneed, may turn love to hate.
Dare not the wile witches’ craft;
Lest he banish you to the earth’s folds,
To burn in hate, love and desire,
Forever and ever, in eternal penance.
Spurn not his love for the unknown,
With frivolous, eyewash camouflage.
He watches behind the scenes,
Your tremors in the curves and the lips;
You innocent, blooming seductress,
Holding the Mega-staff, letting reptiles sing:
You bore the man, the crowned lord of vice.
Rip him, Independence, to his natural doom.
Haven’t you learnt, you Hollywood menace?
Ever seen Javed Jaffery the Tellywood, Bollywood
Lollywood and Mollywood a few dozen like you?
Tent walk dove-eyed, bumps to the moon.
Kanjiwaram, the Casanova Frenchie,
Break dance in airs to the Eiffel Tower.
Red herring you to the Spanish bulls.
Joy ride Rolls on BMW’s track.
Con the Germans and the Japs.
You, wonder android, generations ahead.
(Forget the Merc-E, TELCO ties,
Or their Sumo-ing the Japanese pride.)
Take care you fool, Govinda could snare,
Rap tap the Seghal to his toe’s.
Golden Eye the double O’s latest dream.
Kung-fu Steven’s at his own game.
Anti-gravity NASA, with mental fields.
Stealth fly you out, from the Pentagon.
Biotech you back into American laps,
Genetically engineered, Gene cultured, wreck.
Brain-virus Microsoft, in config-trees,
Space walk you to the final frontiers in enterprise.
Dance away the foxes of your clan.
Ultra culture, the real London breed.
In knacks of, how to wink and blink.
Lifting eyebrows? Take care you oaf,
Run you goat! and don’t turn your head.
He is the cool cat, really looking his English best.
Flee, before the gambler, he is still there,
Smirnoff you to the Hustler`s care.
Toss you around, under Playboy’s thumb.
Floor you with his catwalk fun.
Cradle you, to the American roost;
Chickening out, not now KFC hen.
He is “She selling sea shells on the sea shore.”
In wizard glee, those Colgate teeth his real hope.
(To be continues in part three.)
Some things change and some things won’t.
Some people care and others just don’t.
The situation I’m in unmistakably changed,
for one I was close to has now been estranged.
I was told when younger to think on my own,
but now it's not something the teachers condone.
One thing that during my time I have found,
is that circular logic, it goes round and round.
So as long as my feet are firm on the ground,
I’m in need of nothing that is so unsound.
With all that I’ve learned, I head off all alone,
leaving all censorship behind me at home.
Started out slow, not a care in the world.
But as I move on and through time I am hurled,
tempo goes up, beats per minute increase.
Soon I can’t take it, I need it to cease.
Not able to stop, no not in the least,
I trudge on like a machine, well oiled and greased.
My actions like a snake, they slowly unwind,
and start on a hunt pursuing my mind.
The snake goes about deploying the bait,
then, patient the predator, lies in wait.
About temptation, one should not linger,
but I’ve taken the bait, hook line and sinker.
Wasting no time, the snake lashes out,
the forked tongue and fangs on a heart bound route.
I listen to the venom course through my veins,
as it makes it’s way on up to my brain.
Once it arrives and inherits its reign,
is when I’ll be left with nothing but pain.
I don't feel the way I’ve ever felt,
inside, my head stings just like a welt.
Abrasion against the strings of my heart,
strums out a tune that's miles from art.
I’ve gone and done something oh so wrong,
for I’m unable to sing, or hum along.
Now in the calm that’s the eye of the storm,
I must find out how to return to the norm.
Opening doors devoid of locks,
I stumble upon a strange looking box.
On top of this thing that I’ve found amongst rocks,
is a line that reads “Opportunity Knocks.”
Now standing before this jack-in-the-box
I turn the crank like a hand on our clocks,
The childhood jingle comes to stop,
as something symbolic shoots out with a pop.
Though am I clueless? No, not so much,
I’m not handicapped, I don't need a crutch.
Ill fated though, it’s a no-leaf clover.
I know what this means: I’ve got to start over.
Why do you use sex as a control weapon?
You pretend to not know that we need it.
The monster must be alleviated, released.
We get sex when we get a promotion,
or our birthday or when we buy you a gift.
What greed is that?
Can you even have a real ******? Or faking it?
We know you have one when you do our best friend!
You ignore that in all of history we have owned you!
And now you are free, free to use it to control us.
And when we cheat, you feel so betrayed.
Anger that we were stupid enough
To commit to you for life,
When we didn’t know that you were so ungiving,
To care about our sexual needs.
You expect us to control it, are you stupid? Naïve?
Men are molesting children: their own children, because of women like you!
I know, because most of the women I have dated were abused by their own fathers.
The best we could hope for is that they only cheat with another adult.
Why are these women staying with men that abused their own daughters?
This has got to STOP.
These lies must STOP.
Cutting our foreskin does not stop us from masturbating, or needing!
Grahame Crackers are useless. Other men, Craigslist, Bathrooms, YMCA!
Men are becoming gay, roleplaying the fantasies of their oppressed mothers.
Spank me daddy! Whose your daddy? Make me do it!
We men are having a hard time transitioning into the freedoms you have!
Look at history or the rural Muslims killing their wives or the Africans cutting off the ********.
This issue is tearing humanity apart!
All the divorces, are because of you not servicing your man.
He would never hurt you or leave you if he was satisfied sexually!
This means you have to exercise and stay fit for him to be proud of his mate!
So if you gain weight and not care for his pride: You are the abuser!
Milk your husbands, or they will find someone else too.
All because you are so self-centered, lazy, and greedy for power.
So whose your daddy? I AM,
Form:
A birthday isn’t just a day I was born in
It is the celebration and ecstasy for staying alive another year
Of all the birthdays
I came to look at today as a forgotten recall
Of all the birthdays
I disliked this one
And reviewed my life
Since the start
And regretted the things I wanted to do
And delayed them
But I was willing to do them
With compassion and enthusiasm as ever
But, my parents and specially my dad
Never keeps his word
And that with an disregardful trait
Maybe he has gotten old
Maybe he is starting to pay less attention
And care less to examine thoughts
Maybe, but I wished and wanted and desired
He was younger, so that he could live longer
Because we came afterwards
He has already given all the care and love to the previous kids
Who are now adults and can depend on themselves
How it pleases and sets me happy
When he at least plays with us
That’s what I want
A real dad
Who smiles and speaks appropriate jokes
Who encourages me to follow my dreams
And not let them sink with the days
Who helps me develop my talents
Who really and really understand me
And my feelings
Who can love me and show it
Who can promise me and stick to his promise
No matter what
That’s what I want
Is that too much to ask?
I want dad and mom
To play with me football
And basketball
And many other games
I want to share qualities and moments
With them
But can they at least speak to me
Without making a joke out of my words?
That’s what I want
And I don’t want to blow the 100 lit candles on my birthday
I want to live and experience things I never saw
I want to do stuff I never thought of doing
Play instruments and strengthen talents
Achieve things I never dreamt of achieving
Scoring goals, walking extended paths
So that when I’m about to die
I die with satisfaction to say
I lived a life
Hello there before you read the poem/song that I'm about to post I want you to know why I
wrote. I have the disability called Cerebal Palsy. Nothing makes me angrier that people
giving me pity or pointing out or exploiting my weakness. That is what this song is about.
Stronger
It's time that I let something out
If I don't I may just shout
You think my handicap is a weakness
Fine by me
I could care less
But lets get one thing straight
When it comes down do it
I don't care what you think
I'm have my own self respect
I don't want your pity
I'll shove it right back in your face
Because I know I have what it takes
I'm full of pride
So why should I hide?
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
It just gives me the strength to last longer
I don't want to hear your talk
Just shut your mouth
Yeah I know the way I walk
So what?
I'm glad I'm this way
I'm thankful for it
Every single day
I'm have my own self respect
I don't want your pity
I'll shove it right back in your face
Because I know I have what it takes
I'm full of pride
So why should I hide?
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
It just gives me the strength to last longer
Some try to exploit this weakness of mine
It's only a weakness if I think in that state of mind
Too bad for you!
I have and never will think that way
So get over it
Because I'm going to win in the end
And You'll be the one to lose
I'm have my own self respect
I don't want your pity
I'll shove it right back in your face
Because I know I have what it takes
I'm full of pride
So why should I hide?
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger
It just gives me the strength to last longer
I'm grateful for the way I am
So don't give me your pity
I'll shove it right back in your face
I consider myself lucky
It makes me all I can be
Who am I, a good question and one I frequently ask,
Since retiring, I feel like I have removed a mask,
Born in the 1950’s, a babyboomer I guess is what I am,
For the first few years, I was my parent’s “poor wee lamb”
At the age of fifteen years I had a major surgery,
I then decided that it was a nurse I truly wanted to be,
As an Infection Control nurse for over 37 years,
This brought me many rewards and just as many tears.
I met my husband in a course while working on Resusi-anne,
He was a Paramedic, good looking, tall and tan.
I’m loud and talkative while he was shy and quiet,
He ate everything and stayed thin while I could use a diet.
Together we’ve worked in medicine throughout our married life,
The constant conflicting shift work often added a little strife,
But I’ve been a faithful wife for more than 28 years,
Having two children that look like us, just check the mirrors.
I like to think I’m funny and can tell a pretty good joke,
I enjoy the occasional alcoholic drink but I no longer smoke.
I went back to university to get my degree when I was forty,
Now I walk 3 miles each day, I’ve really become quite sporty
I no longer lecture across Canada and the United States,
Instead I spend my time with those entering the pearly gates,
I am no longer an active nurse only a palliative care volunteer,
Providing loving care to those people that I find so dear.
So in summary I think my life is probably considered quit boring,
I like to travel, sing and swim and I do a lot of snoring,
I am no longer a daughter, but I am still a mother and a wife,
And sometimes I try to be a poet, that’s me, that’s my perfect life!
Written July 20, 2011
For “Getting To Know You” contest
Won 6th Place
Anger
So much anger inside of you
At times i don’t know what to do
I watch you drink and then pass out
I just want to scream and shout
You can pretend all you want but i know you see
How all of this is affecting me
You yell and scream to prove a point
Never think of how i feel
You seem to think the louder you talk
The more i’ll understand
What you don’t see is it hurts me
That you think that i’m so dense
All the words you say to me
Would make just as much sence
If given in a Quieter tone
Instead of going on and on
You seem to think that life is bad
But look at all you have
You have a son who cares for you
Even when he’s hurting too
You have a daughter
Smart and bright
Who is willing to fight
Friends and Family who are in your life
I just don’t see how you call this strife
So many people don’t have what you have
I know that it’s hard
Sometimes you don’t want to carry on
But all you have to do
Is look deep inside you
You are the maker of your own fate
Don’t let yourself be consumed by hate
Michael and I care for you
But we have to take care of us too
We want to help and make things right
We try and try with all our might
But you just turn your head away
Not wanting to see the pain
Make your choice and make it soon
Before it is too late
Don’t just let life pass you by
Cause I’m telling you, it just might
One day you’ll wake up and we’ll be gone
Everything you hold dear
We won’t look back
Won’t feel bad
Just wipe a tear away
Because you do affect us in every way
When you look at me,
What do you see?
A woman who’s made,
Wonderfully.
I may not be paid,
In tokens but certainly,
Is royalty.
A gift of the almighty,
To share with the world,
God’s promise.
One who has been,
Through the storms.
Who has been,
Outright mistreated,
Called phrases,
That one will never see,
In the Bible.
Beautiful as can be,
Cute as a button,
Outfits that look as they,
Come from designers racks.
Hair flying in the wind,
Floating in her Old SUV,
As if I were in a Cadillac,
With a smile on my face.
Laughing hilariously.
Complimenting you clothing,
And your abilities.
I have problems,
Just like you.
But like the song states,
I come 100 percent real,
With everything I do.
I make things happen,
Every time I come through.
Not showing a worry,
What about others do or say.
Cuz’ I’m gonna make it,
Anyway.
Don’t care about you,
Because my Father
Takes care of everything,
When I get home.
We have a close relationship.
Constantly praying,
Praising the Father,
For everything,
He has given me,
Good and bad,
For all of the
Gifts and talents,
That are intensified,
As a result of hard trials.
God is the key to open,
Every door of my destiny.
So when you look at me,
You see someone,
Who is wealthy,
Who gains,
From a source,
That will never run out.
I’m rich
Indeed as precious,
As any mineral
From any ore.
THE WORLD KEEPS ON CHANGING
THE WORLD KEEPS ON CHANGING
NONE STOP PLANNING
STILL JUMPING AND SHOWING
WE KEEP ON GETTING UP AND DOING
MAKING IT THROUGH THE DAY WINNING
OR ARE WE SETTING HERE LOOSING
WE’VE GONE FROM WHITE
TO BLACK AS NIGHT
WOMEN OR STILL FIGHTING
WHO’S WRONG TRYING TO GET OUR LEFT OUT
QUIETING OUR PAIN AND STILL HIDING THE RIGHT
SO WHEN YOU GO FROM WHITE TO BLACK
AND HIT MAN KIND LIKE THAT
THE WORLD IS FULL OF COLORS
NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE WHATS A COLOR
TO ME WE ARE EACH A STAR
JUST TAKE THE TIME TO BELIEVE
AFTER ALL YOU ARE SOMEONE LIKE ME
RED, WHITE, AND JUST A LITTLE BIT BLUE
YET YOU AS PEOPLE STILL KNOWING WHAT TO DO
ARE WE WORKING TOGETHER
OR ARE WE LOOSING ONE ANOTHER
AS WE TRY TO GET UP HIGH IN TO THIS WORLD
WE WERE BORN BY JUST A GIRL
WHY IS THEIR A SUCH THING CALL WAR
FIGHTING HARD TO GET THERE IN A TRUCK NOT CAR
YET I CARE THE NEW KIDS IN A TAXI MAMA VAN
YES WE ARE LIKE ANIMALS SOME WHAT WILD
BUT DON’T YOU LOVE OUR SMILES
IT’S TIME TO COME HOME TO SWEET HOME
STOP HURTING AND BEING ALONE
YES YOU CAN MAKE IT HARD ON YOUR OWN
YOU NEED TO CARE ABOUT THE UNKNOWN
GOING WAY OUT INTO SPACE
DO WE STILL HAVE PLANS FOR THE HUMAN RACE
I’M NOT GOING TO REACH OUT AND STOP
I’M HERE TO STAND TALL AND TAKE THAT VERY SMALL SHOT
THE WORLD KEEPS ON CHANGING
I’M STILL HERE JUST PLANNING
BY: SHAWN JONES 03/13/09
persecution is starting to grow
from coast to coast
persecution even comes from those
you care about the most
husbands wives sisters and brothers too
can sometimes even persecute you
persecution is dished out to us
like food on a plate
but we can call on the Lord it's never too late
take to the cross all your troubles
your burdens and your pain
for he will restore you and make you whole again
he will refresh you and make you anew
he will be with you no matter what you
have to go through
persecution is something we may not always understand
but there is comfort knowing
God is always with us
holding us in the palm of his hand
if your'e feeling persecuted or it feels like something is trying to make you fall
just hand it over to the Lord
for he's the one who will take care of it all.
2 Thessalonians 2: 3-12
We thank you Lord
that when persecution comes our way
you help us and strengthen us
in every single way
there is no problem to big or too small
whateevr our situation you help us face them all,
thank you for you Love
thank you that you care
thank you that your'e always there Amen.
I lift my eyes up to the mountain where does my help come from?
my help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. psalm 121 : 1-2