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The bluebird was shy
Unassuming
She did not want to make waves
Or hurt anyone’s feelings
The lady in the window watched eagerly
Hoping the blue bird would understand
The house was made especially for her
Bluebirds are rare and humble
They think of others first
They wait, even past their turns
The lady was holding her breath
She knew if a wren or sparrow swooped in
She would have to build a new bluebird house
“it is for you” she tried to convey to the bluebird
The bluebird did not think she was worthy enough
She flew off, and stayed away for two days
Before deciding that it was okay to inhabit her new dwelling
My hair is a whimsical canvas my crown
It’s so versatile pinned up or flowing down
An expression of my natural creativity
Hair is a blessing of my femininity
Sometimes I let the pillow style it
Go with the flow wearing my wild wit
In this way my hair is a cocoa cloud
All soft and fluffy unruly truly proud
Sometimes the rain puffs it up
I don’t complain I just embrace love
If I wear a natural Afro style
Or twists with bliss will make me smile
I can never go wrong with braids
Long or short the patterns make waves
Take it down and enjoy it anew
Crinkled and wrinkled my hair is the truth
Even if I have had bad hair days
Can cut it short or even shave
Hair is an expression when I’m feeling chatty
Fine like vine thick like brick stringy or nappy
Once I'm gone
I'll only be remembered a small while
I'm a tiny tick on a large dial
The words I breathe will stretch about a mile
Even those who are in history books
the Kings writers and famous cooks
The gorgeous people with talent and looks
They too in the end fade away
Don't get me wrong it's all okay
We might try to hold on but none of us can stay
All have a bit part
on this watery ball of granite and clay
Some are calm others make waves
One smooth skinned another shaves
She loves him while he's attracted to Dave
They both pretend because they have to behave
Each in their own prison living like a slave
The preacher too plays his part
trying to find people to save
Some couples love from the start till death
She breathes in he exhales her breath
Their children thrive Bobby and Beth
While some mothers go it alone
Daddies leave and are never known
Children left to learn life from a smart phone
Some chase riches when other just want to eat
Walking on pretty shoes while poor men have cracked feet
The music plays so clearly yet we fail to hear the beat
So I wonder what's it all for
This wanting more and more
Is that really God knocking at our door
Yes it is I believe it at my core
So why do we leave it closed
Maybe because we fear our sins will be exposed
a life manicured and posed
could be unfroze
Freedom from each prison chose
Instead why not drink from the garden hose
Wear our humanity
discard these labeled clothes
Count down the future with fingers and toes
Within a momentary breath each spirit goes
As minds open each heart then grows
What happens next only God knows!
walking is defined by how one travels on one's feet
walking in itself can be an easy task to complete
but when the environments troubles the ground on which you trod
walking is no longer easy but can become quite hard
walking on troubles waters Jesus went out to meet the boat
the Disciples were so fearful that they thought they were seeing a ghost
the storm had arisen and the boat was in big trouble
but Jesus was now in place to take on their struggle
the storms of circumstances will roil the waters of your life
the hurricanes of financial and economic strife
the tornadoes of your personal life and job situations
the tsunamis and the monsoons of everyday complications
we all have a desire to sail down calm and quiet streams
but life has a way of going from one to another extreme
storms will come into your life at times when you least expect
but as long as you're with Jesus there's no need to panic and eject
walking on troubles waters is not an easy thing to do
but it's less of a problem if you trust in God to guide you
so stretch out your hands to Him when you do step out of the boat
and believe that the Lord Jesus the Christ will keep you afloat
just don't look down and walk without any doubt
and know in your heart that God will work it all out
when the waters are flowing and easy you can walk on an even keel
but when the worries and woes make waves it's time to let God take the wheel
when walking on troubles water you need to have a big faith
and trust that the Lord Our God won't let you fall on your face
walking on troubled waters during the storms of life
knowing that the calm will come if you just trust in the power that is Christ
It's raining into a bucket;
church roofs are adjusting
to a weeping God.
In the face of these domestic disturbances
grandmother's are still cooking lemon-chicken
and cherry pie,
wondering what the hell for, and why?
Generations are gravely concerned,
we are forced to import more
cheaply made Chinese coffins.
For $24.99. we can buy youth in a jar.
but wait, for just a $100 more
we will sell you a mop
to wipe the flooding floor.
Good morning America
may I take your wagging dog for a walk
in a warzone today?
The Sunday rain is pelting -
wait, is that the sound
of tyrannical heels marching?
Let's give thanks to all the weeping gods
that we need not run for cover,
as long as we stay in the bucket,
don't make waves
or spill over.
You never ignore yourself.
You....a finger pointing nowhere.
You flap; make waves,
what else you got?
A flashy kite with no sky
that's what.
If a vulture and a jellyfish
gave birth to an offspring,
they would name it: Ego.
A monstrously beautiful blob was told
what it was and was not,
the term, 'monstrous blob,'
was, of course, never mentioned.
Identity rose up like a hissing cobra,
the blob believed what it was told.
First thoughts set like concrete.
Ego always thinks that everyone is against him,
even when they are applauding him,
it was always nothing more than an airbag,
that could be easily inflated or deflated.
Great and talented egos arose:
Gehgis Khan, Aristotle, Starlin, Copernicus
Mozart, Julius Caesar, and, of course, you -
all sprung from that parent trap.
The good the bad, the oppressed
and victors, all the winged jellyfish
floating through time
and most everyone
never once ignoring themselves -
not for one moment.
Fly away eagle, swim away jellyfish,
heaven and hell were always inside us,
and we never guessing,
that we were this monstrously beautiful
bag of wind always likely to burst,
if one day
we got lucky.
Unironically uninspired,
I drift through the grey,
Floating through hours,
A lone leaf on still water,
Away from my life source,
Insignificant and yet common,
Waiting for the storm.
There’s no fire in my chest,
No spark, no fight,
Just the dull hum of existence,
A clock ticking in a quiet room.
I breathe in the ordinary,
Exhale the mundane.
But then –
the crash,
the crack in the sky,
the world splits open,
and I am alive.
In the chaos,
I find colour.
In the rubble,
I build towers.
When the earth trembles beneath me,
I dance.
Only in the crisis
do I find myself whole.
Unironically, I wait
for the storm,
for the flood,
for the flame,
so I can rise,
so I can burn,
so I can feel
what it means
to be alive.
I’ll make waves.
I’ll be noticed.
I’ll be heard,
listened to,
acknowledged,
remembered.
The spiders were crawling into her eye sockets but she was okay with it
Like she had been okay with the mouse biting her big toe
And the cobra hissing loudly into her right ear
She was okay with everything; not wanting to make waves.
No! I said. I do not believe it
But I had not met her
She had been taught to be compliant
She was polite to a fault.
She expected nothing good to happen,
And she was not disappointed.
What if you pushed her off a cliff I asked
Would she scream or go quietly?
She screamed all the way to the water.
Too bad she drowned before I could tell her how proud I was.
BASS CLEFT SIGN HOLDER....RATTIA TAT, RATTA TAT TAT!
I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE'S AT.
tREBLE CLEFT SIGN HOLDER........rOUX BULL SAY YE. OF LOVE TO SUPPER.
DOES SAY SHE IN LOVE WITH HER LOVER
TO MOON THE HONEYS OF OTHERS.
fRENCH HORN PLAYER... WHUR, WHUR, WHURR! SPEAKS THE LOVE OF LOVERS
BASSOON PLAYERS SAY....LOVE OH LOVE OH LOVER,
WHICH CONCERNS US IS LOVE!
pERCUSSIANING AND AND WAITING FOR THE FLUTER, TO START THE SECOND VERSE. SHE MUST ADMIT SHE'S UNDER THE INFLUENCE, OF SOMEONE WHO WISHES SHE'D LOVE. SHE ACTS FOOLISH AND SIMPLE, TO MAKE HIM WISH FOR HER TOUCH. HER GREETINGS ARE SHORT AND SPEAKS RARELY TO HIM, BUT ASK FOR MONEY AND SUPPER STILL. HE MUST ADMIT HE'S BEING RUNG THROUGH THE THRASHER. BUT HE REALLY LIKES BEING IN LOVE.
tHE FLUTIST....DAMNDEST THEE WHO KNOWEST, i PLAY HIM FOR A FOOL. HIS BROTHER, COUSINS AND UNCLES, ARE MY LOVERS, DON'T ACT LIKE THAT AIN'T COOL. HE'S ANGERED AND IN FRUSTRATION, SHE APPEAZZES THOSE WHO WILL HEAR. THAN SLEEPS WITH THERE LOVERS TO DIVIDE THEM, AND SUDDENLY DIS APPEARS. YA'LL KNOW TRICKIN AINT THAT SIMPLE, YOU GOT FIND FAULT TO EXPLOIT. BUY HEELS TO MAKE YOU LOOK TALLER, TAKE THEM OFF WHEN YOU NEED TO BE SHORT. LOOK MAN i DON'T NEED TO BE BEGGING, THE OTHERS WILL GET THINGS FOR ME, I JUST WANT YOU TO BE MY SUCKA, SO THE STORY TELLER CAN EXPLAIN IT SIMPLY. WHY YA'LL ASK HIM THE QUESTION, i AM THE STAR IN EVERY VERSE. TAKE MY DIRECTION IT'S THAT SIMPLE, i AM WHO CAME LAST AND WHO THAT COMES FIRST.
CLEAR THE NETS FROM THE AND TRUMPET THE FLUTER, SHE ALL SUCH AND SUCH. SHE MAKE WAVES IN THE SAND, AND HOLDS STONES IN HER HAND, AND TURNS THESE STONES INTO GOLD. MAKING SUMTHANG OUTTA NUTHANG, BABY I DO MY CHORE, HE LACKS SUCH CONCERNS UNTIL IT'S HIS TURN, AND I WHINE UP LOOKING LIKE A WHORE. BUY THE RINGS AND ASK ME, i BREAK YOUR FOOLISH HEART, AINT NOTHINK LIKE THAT, i KNOW WHERE IT'S AT,
SOMETHING YA'LL FOOLISH PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW!
Me... creature of comfort? Bah
Once again mine lock, stock
and barrel trade in balderdash
finds yours truly (i.e. me)
to type poem frisson a$$ off
as dentures chatter and gnash,
while still inside me gobstopper,
(the sole way to generate
plea for coveted heat),
which will moost likely
meet chilly reception
whereby ye will predictably
not even bat an eyelash
perchance receive critical backlash
'pon reading what qualifies
as mine trademark mishmash,
yet though just axing you to quash
knee jerk reaction, or
unfairly con sitter me brash
not trying to make waves splash,
cuz yours truly prefers
amenable conflict resolution versus
airing sentiments online,
where differing opinions
spark byte size clash,
diminishing sympathy for
devilish dude with toothless flash,
(who by the way could benefit
courtesy bajillion dollars in cash),
though lavish largesse
much appreciated stash.
Superfluous here within chilly apartment
reasonably rhyming lament,
cuz central heater spews
cool air out vent,
no matter Kevin with son Kyle
(two man maintenance crew)
formerly named recently
replaced small circuit board,
mine genuine acknowledgement
once given, I surmised meant
his professional technical services
would be unnecessary,
until hot steamy summer weather
necessitates well mannered climate
controlled environment,
whereby malfunctioning
central air conditioning,
would find yours truly
donning bare banal civilities
(think emperor and his
new nonexistent/see thru clothes)
as totally tubular tumblr
harmless long haired fervent
pencil necked baby boomer gent
chilling profusely sweaty geek,
(matt her horn fact dashing
apostle impossible mission
not to chuckle testament)
speeding unsightly birthday suit
scaring old fogey folks out their wits,
especially seeing petrified
atrophied balled naughty BitTorrent.