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Ah, confidence,
my dear old friends,
my bosom buddy,
when there'd be loose ends
when things get muddy,
who'll take the credit,
be those who led it,
lest there'd be a debit,
then who'll collect it,
ah, confidence
... less there'd be an edit? [<--TV Movie scene]
[4 men watching]
[4]It be estranged if it played out on that side of the fence.
[1]I wouldn't put it past it, it sounds bloody plausible.
[2]Grant it's naught impossible, confidence playing out on that side of the fence, and I'd betcha', without a bloodied nose mind you.
[Retired Father walks-in]
[F]Gentlemen, that was very well thought out, a very interesting morning this has turned out to be, and um, may I ask why this particular subject matter came to be so?
[3]It was about the word 'confidence,' Father.
[F]Ah, confidence, it's a build-up word, it lifts the spirit, confidence is naught a strange word.
[3]Well, naught for you Father, but we're naught like you Father, like your sort, --I mean kind, we're from the streets.
[F]I have confidence in all of you men that you all ready on your way, you've already said it once, now be a confidence builder, before it's too late, I'm gettin' up in years gents, I won't be around much longer.
[1]Well, I'm confident that you're wrong Father.
[2]Me too, Father, I'm confident you'll be here still with us.
[3]Yes, Father, we're all confident you'll be still with us no matter how old you get, hey, what about you, you have naught said a word.
[2]Yeah, you said nothing to what we're talking about.
[1]Yeah, not a bloody thing.
[4]What are you all talking about, I'm older than Father. And now I don't know if I'm confident I'll be around much longer, eh, Father?
[F]Yes, my son, I'm also confident you won't be around much longer either.
[1]What's that Father?
[2]What you said, Father?
[3]What?
[4]I knew it--when did you know Father?
[F]When the pharmacy called me now sayin' you forgot me meds again--now git on with ya!
[3 men & a Father laughing & a 4th man joins in--relieved, confidence builds friendship, confidence constant comraderies, and laughter is the love of life, for every laugh confides in tears when it is certain of its time]
You want some Torchers, Tortures -Hell Yeah!
You want some Torturer's Tortures -Hell Yeah!
She's very Torturous, Torturous - Hell Yeah!
She's very Torturous, Torturous - Hell Yeah!
She's very gorgeous, gorgeous hell yeah!
To do sport is like sin to an evil man
Damn the Land of Dan
Their Spirits are felt but without no regrets
If I beheld 10 stories then Storms will re-lent
If I'm Stolen then I must pay the rent
Straight damn dumb vent
She said I'm the fiend, transcend, divine, esteem
Dream have a Vision like I seen
The you will know what it's like to live
Estella estatic prevail against the felon that fell
William told Thelma to tell
swords are like arrows
Like your Life without the Stealing of The Babel Tower
Blast Tango out that Pharoah's casket
that is a flash back to the past
piss on that Hashtag #
Uplift their Spirits with The Fashion from France !!!
the zenith of my prime has come and gone
and here I sit and wait my setting sun
with dreams and wishes longing to come true
I won't lie down in death till they are through
I've yet to taste the glory of those lips
of love divine, I've only taken sips
the Warrior Princess, yet remains inside
a seething muse that I am forced to hide
I've yet to write the world into a rhyme
to go on after me, defying time
I've yet to travel to enchanted place
and live a thousand lives and dance with grace
I've yet to swim like mermaid in the sea
with not a single thing to cover me
I've yet to lie on sands in twilight hue
to feel the naked rush of feelings new
I've yet to sing my song and feel the praise
of hands that lift me high and lights that daze
I've yet to gaze upon what eyes adore
my gypsy heart has treasure still in store
And so, this pain that dwells in me yet screams:
"You must not die until you've lived your dreams.
Uncover dreams: bring every one to light
Oh, live and love and blaze before the night
Eileen Manassian
Quiet and beautiful is the day,
where reflection adjoins -
with bustling children,-
adorned,- with bright,- happy colors and a sense of thankfulness, glory.
It is a stark reality, that must be approached
with Family, Community and the support
of self invited Black Birds and
"just in the neighborhood"- Blue Jays,
comic relief streaking squirrels,
Cats and Dogs on their best behavior,
rolling eyes at each other, like Brother and Sister,
"you can leave it to us, don't be a doubting Thomas,
we have this handled,
save for a containment twitch of tourettes or an acquisitioned snack."
It is a big day for them to chaperone and oversee,
this takes calories.
I witnessed a few quiet moments and reflective genuflective blinks from each in this gallery of motleys,
they know.
How proud the children are that you confided in them.
And your heart is captured here and until your dying day.
He Is, Risen
A Hero
by Johnathan Wayne Throckmorton
when i read the paper today.
i couldnt believe what it had to say.
my heart droped to the floor.
because a friend i lost to the war.
now memories are all anyone has left.
its like a knife right through the chest.
i cant imagine how some people may feel.
but i know its a wound that will take time to heel.
my heart goes out to all of you today.
i drop to my knees every night and pray.
i pray that the pain may go away.
and hope in our hearts he will always stay.
for the loss that everyone has baired.
his memories will forever be shared.
once again im sorry to all.
for the loss of a friend and better yet a hero to us all
Form:
It all happens after midnight
Anywhere’s the place to be after midnight
The good times don’t start until after midnight
Exhale a lil pot
Swallow a pill with snot
Got tossed up, tattooed and don’t know where my leg went
Spooked, you just got tabooed for the next segment
At age four I lost half my finger in a door
Foster parents pissed on it and said “It’ll be a little sore”
Who would’ve thought, I was enlisted to be poor
A year later I took a razor and suffocated my reflection
To the day I’d be locate above or below heaven
If I could follow directions
My principal tried to retain me as a senior
No harsh feelings, by midterms I’ll be 43
With advances in misdemeanors
Sidewalk is where I drive
No room for pedestrians
Hide and stalk, I’m surprised you’re still alive
Nothing gets under my skin
Like the homosexuality that ponders with straight men
And these truth commercials don’t speak
It’s like telling me if I piss in pull ups they won’t leak
Walked into a post marriage shower room
Lucky tostill be breathing
Memories flower my doom
Left OJ’s cold case and waltz into Scott Petersons
I’d be a lie if I said a killer you’re not
You dumb duck, you should have beat her with the gun
Meet her with the fun, send her a foreign son
Fall dead to the force of inertia
Either that or croak
From not paying attention to these abstinence commercials
Of all the places I set forth to see,
Alaska is the one I love the best.
The pristine ambiance of white, for me,
presents the calmness of a vision blest.
Alaska, with its rugged landscape, sealed
in swirls of snow and sheets of solid ice,
beneath a cloudless sky of blue, does hide
the ancient past below the vast white field.
The air turns crisp and cold, but that's the price
for feeling joy within this countryside.
So thrilling was the train ride that I shared
one day all through Denali Park for miles,
encountering the wildlife soon declared-
as elk and moose, while baby goats drew smiles.
The views seen from the windows and the dome
provided scenes of wilderness not seen
except for finding them aboard this train.
The greater way to travel through and roam
while tour guides point us to the unforeseen
like mama bears with cubs to entertain.
But, best of all, were the magic scenes I saw
while viewing from our ship in Glacier Bay.
With eyes wide open, I stood in pleasant awe
as massive chunks of ice broke clean away.
And, calving, as it's called, caused such a crash,
while creaks and moans of ice sang in my ears.
Large, rolling waves rolled in and rocked the boat
while foaming water formed with every splash.
Alaska- a thumbs-up and heartfelt cheers
grade memories of my time there, afloat.
The internet is a wonder full thing,
though there are dangers that lurk with in.
In details Iwill not go
please take my word so.
The chats sites are many,
though ms.n is number one for me
Ican chat as long as the others agree.
But when it goes wrong and the connection is gone,
it feels like apart is missing from me.
Icarnt say what happend the other night,
all i know is the computer went on strike.
My connection is not the fastest I know ,
but why at that time did it have to be so slow.
For what seemed like years I was getting close to tears,
till the connection was back on,
you were gone.
lost in cyber space I lost the race,
that night my computer won.
So I’ve shared a few things on what Sarah’s like, been exact,
her actions and the lasting impact,
but seems you think I state false facts
and the truth doesn’t matter,
by speaking out I’m the matter
and telling lies,
well guess what guys,
to me you don’t matter,
oh that a surprise.
how the hell you going
to defend someone who won’t tell of their innocence
and instead tries to silence these incidents?
You idiots dense?
Yeah take offence,
plant it in the garden to shield true events
cus I kid not
she’s not forgot but your sights blocked
as you sound me “stop”,
you can't see or hear what appears, sensible,
so your senses ain’t sensing but you want me censored,
I guess ignorance aint expensive,
some know it's true and they know more than you,
you stay unclued see what precludes.
what’s my reward for lies what’s yours if I drop it,
should I for you aye, okay,
what impact has it on your life either way,
it a killer blow or it just goes away,
if it bothers do the latter,
go on scatter, go further I say
I should scar to change her ways.
I’d rather annoy with it yell
and exploit these tales
not let it go nor choose your fair wells,
idea stinks so sink while I sail
with no care of what prevails
lets weigh it up on the scales,
550 days of bullying or a poem or two
which one’s more a worry for you?
Poems? really, that true?
you’re just a prejudist and rude,
you better scurry from what occurs
cus I'm telling this, it's what I witnessed,
make the witch twitch and jerk
as I write it in a verse
you’ve a nerve telling me
to stop wording my story
a bunch of berks you must be
negative preserved for me
now letting reserves go free,
I'm about to bout
so let it be
do I deserve your discredit,
oh wait you know I’m false cus Sarah said it
They spat at Him
Lead Him to His grave
Nailed Him to a cross
All though it was lost
This man whom was once the babe
Birth in the town of Bethlehem
He whom came down from the right hand of God
To become physically mentally akin to man
To live a sinless life unlike Adam did
Jesus up on that cross
Volunteer His life for us
He choose Himself
To be a living testament
Poked in His sided, blood ran red
Turned into vinegar and water
Woven rose crown of thorns
blood running down forehead
Our Lord hung until He died
A soldier pierce Him in His side
It's now 2:58 pm on Good Friday
And as like a solar eclipse
The skies are darken
As the Christ our Lord and Savior
Gives up the ghost, for all the saved and lost
Birth in the town of Bethlehem
He whom came down from the right hand of God
To become physically mentally akin to man
To live a sinless life unlike Adam did
It's now 3:00 pm- Good Friday
Now you may wonder why we humans call this day
Good Friday
It's a good day because He's not dead He rose this day
3/30/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©