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She is silent & she plays
Mostly she has books before her face
She rarely come to me
& ran away as fast as she could
I know her since her childhood
She is my Lil girl
& I'm an old mirror of her room
One day she came to me
Having beautiful smile
& gleaming eyes
Singing romantic songs & flying
As if she isn't watching mirror
Like she is playing lead role in her favorite fairy tale
I felt her crazy & myself amazed
'cause I realized
My Lil girl who is actually shy
Fall in love with a guy
One day she came to me
With wetty eyes, throat filled
Uninterested in everything
Ist time focusing her face & thinking
As if she isn't watching a mirror
Like she is a cop beating herself, arresting someoneelse
I felt sad & she was depressed
Then I realized
My Lil girl, so lovely
Failed & Fooled in love, badly
One day she came to me
Pushed her eyebrows up
Brought leader's smile on her face
One hand up & delicately waved
As if she isn't watching a mirror
Like she is addressing the whole world through me
I felt proud, she looks great
& finally I realized
My Lil girl unknowingly
Just growing up slowly... &...slowly
Oh Ye Lil Bird
If ye could have only witnessed
The search of your mom's desire
To find a safe place to build a nest
With the finest twigs available
She seeked through the woods
In hope to give you a place of rest
That you might be safe from danger
She cradled your egg in excitement
Oh ,the joy of her living life came to be
The day you came out that shell
She had already gathered food in preparation
When you cried out she was there
Ready to take on an enemy are
To come feed and bring comfort
Oh Ye Lil Bird if you could stay this small
But you soon notice your wings flapping
You learn to jump around in your home
While mom was gathering food
You would start to stand up on the edge
In hope for the day you might fly
Mom is never far away and she noticed
So she comes to your side to give support
Oh Ye Lil Bird the first time you tried
Those wings were a flapping with might
But only keeping you in circles in downward flight
Hitting softly the ground as mom picked you back up
Before the enemy could attack and flew you
Back home for another try for it takes practice
Oh Ye Lil Bird you would not give up the fight
I wish you could see the joy in your eyes
That day when all that practice come to be
That you would soar with the wind beside mom
For you have learned the wisdom of these wings
And have gained knowledge of who is the enemy
That one day you might repeat this life to another
As quasar mixes the starry dust,
a newly formed planet en route’s a must;
new universes revealed beyond black holes
captivating stories are yet to be told.
Tiny newborn sails saturnian seas,
a Venus flyby in Saggittarius is a breeze;
absolute magnitude in glimmer sails on by,
soon new space he will occupy.
Whoops! Now dodging meteor shower,
a bruise or two won’t slow his power;
he’s on his very own spiritual quest
for new horizons where he will rest.
He’ll take his place amid the fold,
his travel stories yet to be told;
to tinier planets that he will meet,
he’ll even brighten eclipsing binary.
He’ll take his place in man’s Ephemerides,
oh the astrologers he’ll guide with ease;
to alter man’s future by their birth stars,
providing them with fascinating memoirs.
No planet in any galaxy,
will mess with this star’s alchemy.
He’s on a mission, this tiny young one,
his planetary cycle for millennia will run.
When you spy him there in your glass eye,
be sure to shout, “Hello, Goodbye”,
as he races across your galaxy,
you’ll marvel at his pageantry.
The elderly couple enjoyed a lovely meal with their dear friends.
The two old ladies get up to do the dishes when the meal ends.
The two men chat, one tells of a restaurant he could recommend.
They had a really nice meal last night, good food not much to spend.
“That sounds great” said one “What’ is this restaurant’s name?”
He thought a while, searching his memory trying hard, but in vain.
He said, “I can’t think, what is that flower the one that makes a chain?”
Oh, said his friend I’m not sure, Is it a daisy or should I think again?
You smile. I guess this means I’m on the right track, did I get it right?
That’s it!“Hey Daisy he called “what’s the name of the place we went last night?”
Same couple planned a dinner. Daisy went to buy sauce for stroganoff.
Asked an employee where it would be. He replied, “I’ll see” and walked off
He didn’t return so she asked another, and she replied, “I’ll see” and went to see.
Daisy was tired of waiting for them to return and found it herself in Isle C .
Son, please don't look at me with that cold stare and judge me when I twist the cap, pour a glass, and tilt my head gently.
Just know that I'm searching for a little relief and peace of mind. Unfortunately, in this world, peace can be hard to find.
No excuses! But life has a strange way of unfolding in all kinds of ways. It's going to test you, tempt you, beat you down, and humble you every day.
So, bolster up, my boy, and get to know the Most High. As you go through life, you’ll see and feel some unpleasant things, I won’t lie.
But there are also many beautiful things, like you. So always stay genuine, treat people right, and stay true.
I stayed away from the funny cigarettes, pills, powder, and needles. I'm not proud of my lil' nip, and I pray to the Most High that you never get involved in any of that as you face life's riddles.
So, son, don't look at me with disdain when you see me take a lil' nip. Just know I'll be back, but for now, I'm taking a quick lil' trip.
#1) Wise is just wisdom,
Being “smart,” can drive one Madd...
It is a process.
#2) Haikus are intense!
They can be so exciting,
I used to write them...
#3) I go by “G3...”
As a “Native...” citizen...
Call me, “One shoe...”
#4) My father-in-law...
He has a name, “One More Song...”
I care about him.
The BOSS???
#5) Is this “restricted?!?”
Nothing is choreographed...
Am I an actor? Ei. Will this be listed?
Little Diddy Truly NOT a Haiku but duly meant for me and you to groove...
Jah “Oh da la dee da...”
Boo yah!!! Hoo, hah, hey, yaw!
Do NOT forget your Yamaha...
A few keys for me please...
It is almost time for Hannukah,
Yet the twelve days of Christmas did NOT miss us,
I do NOT want to miss any of this my close
aswirl within tremendous maelstroms
universal united uninhabitable cauldron
tempered with analogous:
outrageous, portentous
thunderous cacophony in tandem
with thick mucilaginous fog
metaphorically postpartum
nebulous placenta afterbirth
and/or proto planets aborted
per primordial material
slowly (millions of years) coalescence
annealed bubbling primeval soup
engendering (extant
via immeasurably immense stretches of time)
subsequent birth of quasi solar systems
where antediluvian cosmic midwife prepped
quintessential biochemical laboratories
across gamut of space
inexorably incurring, inviting, inuring
pseudo plasmatic phenomenal possibilities
vaguely concatenating, incubating,
nursing inhospitable
wryly, wrought-fully,
write-fully Weltanschauung
respective environmental, geological,
meteorologically rendered seething broth
conglomerations fused inchoate legions
of Ongepatchket protean quixotic
rudimentary shapeless threads
winding up at greased lightening
eventually simmering temperature
thousands of degrees
conducive for indefatigable living organisms
congealing despite galactic Golem
whiplashing microbial unicellular entities
subjecting globular linkedin progenitors
across the countless eons
where hellacious heat gave way to
punks like cool and the gang
drafted heady lagers produced
thickly *** bergs exceptionally humungous ice
hundreds of millions years ago Arctic vortex
preserved intact forebears of this writer
who still retains
one percent genetic Neanderthal Man
stock, lock and barrel.
When I first met Darlin' Lil
she was naked and trembling cold,
needing the care of a tender infant,
though pushing fifty and getting old.
"B-a-a-a-d Baby," said Darlin' Lil,
"B-a-a-a-d brain." Her memories spill.
I cleaned her body
and dressed her for the day,
wheeled her into the kitchen,
where her meals must be pureed.
Set her up at the dining table,
where each meal is slowly spoon fed,
"I pray," said Darlin' Lil,
"Oh Gaw-w-w-d." That's all she said.
I acknowledged her prayer with a reverent nod.
"B-a-a-a-d Baby," said Darlin' Lil,
B-a-a-a-d brain. she remembers still.
"who called you a bad baby?" I asked.
"Muther-er-er," she replied.
"Mother was wrong," I assured her,
"Mother's been wrong all along."
There's a soul in her body
who bit off the bitterest pill,
her mother was a heroin addict,
and Darlin' Lil is in there still.
I told her she was a wonderful young woman,
and she smiled at me and we laughed,
A whole world of joy shown in her eyes,
one of them still blackened,
"She fell," her mama said,
but I think mama lied.
My two lil angel brothers
Came back again
It was so beatific ,That I can't express
Younger one Lucky, embossed me tight
Elder oneRocky,with beholding sight
I hugged and kissed both of them
Happiness & tears together running then
Before anyone utter a sound
They commenced by seeing the crowd
"We are sorry, sorry to all
We won't play again near the canal"
Soon I heard ringing alarm
Unfortunately my eyes opened
I found no one around
It was morning-intense dark
Neither of them nor the crowd
Only I'm here all alone
My two lil angels are so amore
That you had called them up
You are so selfish - I sum up
I know in the heaven
They are getting a lot of your adore
But God we are missing them more
Send them God, send them back to earth
Send my two lil angels back to us.
It was a year of revolutions
Worldwide, quiet little fights
Wanting more from democracy?
Fighting for Civil Rights.?
From Hull three trawlers sank
February, fifty eight lives lost,
Adding to that 10 thousand
Deep sea fishing would finally cost.
They called them Headscarf Heroes
Big Lil lead the housewives, the few
Who stood and fought for
More safety for the crews.
They marched on Downing Street
In defence of their men
Met with PremierHarold Wilson
Up there at Number 10;
United the fishing community
All over the land,
Brought the fight to the public,
Made an historic stand
To fight for basic safety
To fight for better ways
For the men who fished each year
On average over three hundred days.
She was vilified and attacked
Received letters threatening death
But BIg Lil and her companions
Fought with their every breath.
They won many concessions
At their personal cost
The efforts of these ladies
Saved many lives from being lost.
The fishing fleet is finished.
Old Hessle Road is gone.
In time and at a price
This City has moved on.
Such an historic figure
I find it such an awful shame
So very few know or remember
Big Lil and the others names
Lillian Bilocca 1929 - 1988 and the Headscarf Revolutionaries, Christine Jensen, Mary Denness, and Yvonne Blenkinsop,
with respect