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I am walking in the garden
of an ancient city
The walls are covered
with climbing ivy of a delicate hue
The dews are thick after the warm rains
There in the middle, the stately statue
withstands the stains
Covered in ivy of a intricate green
Blooms of unknown life glowing red
I trace the path of last foot falls
The age is broken and anew
Stone is cracked crazy filigreed
In the ancient courtyard
I follow it down a foreign history
The sun splashing though over growth
Over head the winds unsettles monolithic trees
Exotic birds sing songs to creation
The gold, ambler, crimson leaves take flight
Dripping on the weedy ground
Puddling in the warm sparkling rays of a dying sun
Leting it spill over me
The fading green bright fresh
In this ancient city of Avalon
This lost garden of Eve
The last empire of Adam
Mans only memory
Walking this spiraling path
This Helix of Eden
I THINK A WOMAN CAN BE "THE PRESIDENT OF "THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA",AND CAN DO A "GREAT JOB"!!!!!!! YOU KNOW WHAT MIGHT CHANGE THE TROUBLE IN "THE MIDDLE EAST"? IF A WOMAN WAS IN "CHARGE" IN "THE MIDDLE EAST"; I THINK THAT THERE WOULD BE "PEACE,PEACE,PEACE, IN "THE MIDDLE EAST!!!!"A WOMAN IS STRONG",AND "NOT WEAK"!!!!! PEACE,PEACE,PEACE,WE SEEK,SEEK,SEEK,AND WE ALL NEED TO REALIZE HOW IN "REALITY" A WOMAN MAKES ,AND KEEPS A MAN STRONG,AND NOT "WEAK"!!!!!! A WOMAN IS "PEATIK" AND "NOT WEAK",AND EVEN A BROKEN FAMILY REALIZES THAT MOST MOTHERS ARE NOT WEAK!!!! POWER FROM MECHELLE OBAMA "HELPED" BARACK OBAMA TO "STAND",TO STAND,TO STAND WITH HIS PRESIDENTIAL HELPFUL PLAN AND BE A BETTER MAN!!! POWER FROM "MELANIA TRUMP" WILL HELP "DONALD TRUMP"STAND SO THAT SOME KIND OF SUCCESS WILL BE A PART OF HIS "PRESIDENTIAL HISTORY"....LOVE IS SUCH A "MYSTERY"!!!!! NEVER LET "LOVE " BE "HISTORY" BETWEEN A WOMAN,AND A MAN ,SO THAT "LOVE WILL GIVE US THE CORRECT DESTINY AND THE BEST PLAN!!!! THE WOMAN DOES HAVE "POWER" AND SHE CAN "LEAD"!!!WOMEN HAVE POWER ,AND THEY CAN LEAD!!!THEY CAN HELP "THE WORLD THAT WE LIVE IN BE SUCCESSFUL SO THAT GOD IS PLEASED!!HELP FROM A CONCERNED "WIFE" IMPROVES ANY "MANS" LIFE!!! WE ALL NEED TO REALIZE THAT "SHE HAS POWER",AND SHE CAN LEAD,AND A WOMAN CAN "SURELY "PLEASE"PLEASE"PLEASE"!!!! HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT A WOMAN? I LOVE A WOMAN AND WOMEN!!! I LOVE MY FATHER ,AND HE IS A MAN!!!! THE BI-PARTY EFFORT STARTS,AND BEGAN WITH "A WOMAN AND A MAN"!!!! THAT IS WHERE THAT PHRASE CAME FROM!!!! DEAF AND DUMB CAN UNDERSTAND WHEN THER IS LOVE AT HAND!!! WHO CAN LEAD? WHO CAN BE PRESIDENT? WHO CAN LEAD IN THE NORTH,SOUTH,EAST OR WEST? WHO IS THE BEST? WOMAN OR MAN? I THINK A WOMAN CAN BE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!SHE CAN LEAD;JUST LIKE A MAN. SHE CAN LEAD IN THE NORTH,SOUTH,EAST OR THE WEST!!!WHAT IS A WOMAN WITHOUT A MAN?WHAT IS A MAN WITHOUT A WOMAN? WHAT CAN WE BE WITHOUT EACH OTHER? LET US "LOVE". LET US "LET" THE BEST "LEAD";WHETHER IT BE A MAN OR A WOMAN,SO THAT WE AS A LOVING PEOPLE WILL BE BLESSED TO SUCCEED!!!!!
The night is dark, the feeling cold
The mind sets in, this story's old
The burning buildings, the faded screams
The loss of life is always somehow justified it seems?
The stench of death bleeding into nature's life
The dead don't cry, the dead can't fight
The horizon new as the sun shine rise
The bullet holes rip through all kinds of life
The motion less, the village all gone
The reason why? When they did no wrong!
The human kind so extreme in ways
The power find through bleeding ways
The helpless bodies, men, women and child
The ways of men can find no binds
The ways of men for power and greed
The ways of men, no mercy freed
The ways of men bending the dark into the light
The ways of men will never kill mans fight
The ways of men for the power find!
Passion play
An old man’s Dream – Journey
Luck walks him from the hands of the Grim Reaper,
beyond the pearly gates of St. Peter,
across the desert sands,
into a carnival, the arms of a winged Angel’s, hands.
Two freaks on the stage, of the world’s side show
Within each, the other know.
A lost soul, trumpet silenced by very bad choices.
In his head – a con, a schemer – he hears inner voices.
Take this Beauty, wing it into survival, into a living.
Only himself, not to others, giving.
Another lost soul, in a glass cage, her wings clipped.
In a carnival side show, freaks, the audience is gipped.
He knows the price she will have to pay.
To save him and the game he will have to play.
Captivated by her ethereal beauty, love making evolves into love.
Beyond his greed for life, love’s conscience raises him above
the slim of his scheme, to do all he can to protect his dream.
The light of his love, surly – that moment - did beam.
His plan jeopardizes, places her into the hands of hell.
This winged Angel’s love, in her eyes it doth tell.
She accepts her living hell in order to save him.
The old man now tries to save her, prospects grim.
He falls, a plan of the man who owned this winged girl.
The plan failed, the old man’s life did not unfurl
His heart opened and did strive, repent the wrongs meant
as his soul looked out and upon, in sacrament.
One more time, he picks up his trumpet.
Sweet sounds come forth, beauty he let.
She glided, walking on by, again he met
his dream, there, before his eyes.
He runs with her, jumps from on high, she flies,
saving him with the strength and courage he gave to her.
Upon angelic wings, into heavenly bliss, together.
B. J. “A” 2
November 1st 2012
Entry to John Lawless
Dead End Street
Poetry Contest
7th November 2023
At the bottom of this here
Dead End Street
Appropriately named
Limbo Purgatory No Mans Land
Resides a cemetery
In whom one side live and exist in perfect harmony
Whereas on the other side the true problem lies
With curtains and weapons permanently drawn
Is the boundary defining lines between
A turf war being fought day and night
Between the two opposing gangs and forces
Of the those who have and have not
Those who don't have nothing to loose
No electricity , running water food or money
Where boarded up windows replace broken glass
The dogs and cats look ferrel and emaciated
Even the rats left in search of greener pastures
The children play without shoes on their feet
It's become so lawless the police themselves
Regards it a no go area and are stay well clear
Not a single hope for their family or future
No one cares or gives a damn about them
No one wants to believe or accept
They even exist so long as they don't have to
Co - Exit or are expected to engage with them
As on ever side of this dead end street
In the middle no man can claim as common ground
Birth alone decides on which side of the street
You are born into and thereafter will live
Until the day we all eventually one day die
And we all end up taking and moving into
Numero Zero Dead End Street
Cemetery
Only difference then is there is no longer anyway
Of being able to distinguish between us then
Apart from that once upon a time we were alive
Because all journeys lead up to and terminate
Eventually at the same old very street called
Dead End
They don't understand
I ask them to allow me live
Still they pollute my space
With their ignorance
Forcing me to be who
Am not meant to be
Was the friendship
They desire from my soul
Is obvious they forgot
I have my mind
And that is not for trade
They don't understand
Cos they wish to see
Me behave
They way they think
They border my personality
Only for me to be convinced
Into a life they never suit
My soul
So sad am judge just
For how I look
Not by the content
I bear
So when I write this way
Is very obvious still
They don't understand
They don't understand
Why I refuse to change
They want me different
But I want to perceive
My self by my self
What else do they want
I wish I could gave that
Very thing they wish
But I can't trade my destiny
To lesser than what it deserved
I wonder how my life must
Be changed
When I am not ready
To walk another mans way
If I have my way
Why will I change
So simple as this
Yet it is so difficult
For them to understand
Cos till now despite my
The knowledge I perceived
From them yet and still
I don't understand why
They don't understand
They don't understand
They don't look at the world
They ignored what reality says
Yet they want to change me
They can always talk about
Our problems
They know it but it not
A problem to them
If they benefits from power
Where will their chance of
Change come from
So when I rebel against
Injustice
I wonder why am misunderstood
I wonder yet and still why
They don't understand
The police continued their investigation and were
extremely puzzled. They couldn't figure out how
those small footprints found by the window be
possibly responsible for the disappearance of an eight
year old, Ann Marie Burr.
Sadly the case was not solved. Ann Marie Burr's
parents suffered through many years of not knowing
what happened to their precious daughter. The years
went by and there was no news of their missing
child.
Fourteen years had gone by. Mrs Burr was
watching a news bulletin from her local news station.
She heard of a mans name that was linked to several
murders. The name kept ringing in her mind over
and over again. Finally she called her girlfriend and
asked her if she had ever heard this familiar name.
Her girlfriend told her thinking for a minute, no I honestly,
don't remember this name. Beverly thanked her and
hung up.
Several hours later Beverly's phone rings, her friend
excitedly tells her yes, now I remember that name!
That was the paperboy. I am absolutely sure It was the
neighborhood paperboy. TED BUNDY!!!
Serial killer Ted Bundy lived several blocks from the
kidnapped child. The small footprints were for a small
boy that were found outside the window. They say it
was Ted Bundy's first murder. He was fourteen years
old when he committed it. Her body was never found
and her parents died not knowing where their daughter
was. Mrs Burr wrote a letter to Bundy asking for
closure, to please tell her where her daughter was. Bundy
never did. He was linked to 36 murders but a detective
that interviewed him said he had told him he was
responsible for over 100 murders. He was eventually
put to death.
Michael Tor 9/22/2015
The Early Years
She is to entertain 20 people
I fried up 20 cucumbers
5 lbs. Of okra
In a grit and Parmesan cheese
And bits of bacon in the batter
Some spices, mace, cayenne , paprika
Garlic and onion powder in the
Bater*w/flour and eggs baking soda*
I roasted a teriyaki style pork loin
And sliced it thin with commercial
Mixer, I mean the slicer
A creamy sauce to top it
With vinager , jalapeno, lime
Cream cheese and sour cream
With a touch of fish stock and a
Drop or two of gin, extra dry honey!
Fixed some cheesy grits
Fried some green tomatoes
Steamed some shrimp
And made crab balls
And a pot of
Hollindise
With lime and tequila
and cayenne, Sweet Missie
Slap my ass!
Strawberry shortcake
With
A rummy strawberry sauce
Whipped cream
And vanilla ice cream
Ya'll that's ah party!
Slurp the white zinfendell
And tug at your drawels
She got to take
Notice of this
Mans efforts!
Biscuits sweet like cookies
Dix's wanna pound sum
P*ssie!
I"it'ss s ah love thang! "
On the ocean waves in a stormy sea
goblinskin sails fly o'er me.
To a far off lands wid bloody hands;
upon Savage’s shore did 'e land.
“Sing Hey, Ho, ’m wild and free;
at least its nae a part of me!”
Threw a mad mans skull, 'e spot me prey;
and call me black 'earts into the fray.
Knee deep in mud and covered wid gore
I gouge out der gold teeth ta add to me store.
Sing Hey, Ho, ’m wild and free;
At least its nae a part of me!
We loads de treasure, raise anchors of bone;
hoist high de midsail and fly fast home.
Wid a new gold tooth and diamonds rare;
an' Booberie feathers dance’n me hair.
Sing Hey, Ho, ’m wild and free;
at least its nae a part of me!
From de Slaugh bones jaw 'pon m' knee;
I carve a comb wid a tee hee hee.
Wid a skillful 'and an a bone white knife;
I finish a fob ta bring ta me wife.
Sing Hey, Ho, ’m wild and free;
at least its nae a part of me!
To Cursing's foul harbor threw sewage galore;
bundles of pelts stacked ta da fore,
down da plank, 'e walk wid swaggering stride;
viper oil coats the sword at me side.
Sing Hey, Ho, ’m wild and free;
at least its nae a part of me!
Threw thieves’ foul dens 'e carry me horde
unload at de tanner, strut ‘board.
“Cook ‘ere!” I holler “Bring me dat stew!”
Snowbeast meat pie and hearty brew.
Sing Hey, Ho, ’m wild and free;
at least its nae a part of me!
Ghoulskin sails unfurled, storm crestin' high
'e sail out ta plunder and land 'e spy.
“Ahoy! Me buckos! What’s ’pon dat shore?”
monsters dressed in bones, naught more.
“Sing Hey, Ho, I be wild and free…..
“By gum,” der dressed in de likes a me.”
Two thousand years ago a man was born
Raised, and praised.
Little did anyone see- that he would
Change mans history.
Many miracles were created while he lived
To this world he had so much to give.
Miracles still happen to this day
And to him we do pray.
Little miracles here and there
That with the world we do share.
A person who walked away from a car on fire
Only thing left was a burning tire.
An abandoned newborn found on a frozen street
How he survived without any heat.
A single engine plane crashed into the ground
Two hundred feet away the pilot is found.
9/11 was a disastrous day
But we had people who had walked away.
People buried in a caved in mine
All were found and are doing fine.
These are the miracles of which I speak
They may not have been of astounding feats.
Unlike the parting of the waters
Where the Jews walked through in an uncivil disorder.
All of them were shedding some tears
But GOD wiped away all their fears.
In every country in the world
There are miracles happening every day.
Is it GODS hand? Who is to say !
But with FAITH, LOVE , and HOPE
People accept it and learn to cope.