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Now I am sitting alone in this
Funny wagon with my boom box
and minding my own business
along with a bunch of numskulls
who thinks I am a nutcase like them—
What a drag! And they think we are
all going to a Funny Farm where
they take those who go bananas!
But I know better because
I am good and dandy--
One hell of a cockscomb dude!
All I am doing is
bamboozling them for now,
Behaving as if I am one of them—
These dolts, dim-witted blockheads!
But, YOU, who’s reading this,
can vouch for me, won’t ya?
Why? Because you are as cool as I am,
It takes one to know one!
You catching my drift, ain’t ya?
~07/16/15
~"Colloquialism" contest by Laura Leiser
February 23 Relationship to God Bible Meditations
Based on Deuteronomy 25-28
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 25:1 f there be a controversy between men, and they come unto judgment, that the judges may judge them; then they shall justify the righteous, and condemn the wicked.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY LOVING JUDGE
Lord God, You are my loving Judge with Your righteousness
Thank You for making me blest with Your salvation-graciousness
To save me from sin’s wages along hell’s terribleness
And let me tread upon holiness along Your goodness.
Lord God, You are my loving Judge with Your redemption-certainty
Thank You for moving me to stand against transgressions’ penalty
To build me upon Your kingdom’s security
And strengthen me to fulfill ministerial duty.
Lord God, You are my loving Judge with Your given inheritance
Thank You for minding me by Your compassionate assistance
To enable me to worship You with forgiveness-assurance
And cause me to rejoice in Your kind perseverance.
Lord God, You are my loving Judge with Your sovereign commandment
Thank You for motivating me to hearken to Your voice of endearment
To nurture me as Your child midst truth’s settlement
And lead me toward good works’ embarkment.
Lord God, You are my loving Judge with Your promised blessing
Thank You for meeting me upon Your altar of praising
To accept me of my offerings with sincere sacrificing
And charge me to stay in Your will against grievous forcing.
Lord God, You are my loving Judge with Your power for transformation
Thank You for molding me toward functional conversion
To protect me from fleshly materialistic consumption
And guard me against pursuing idleness-destruction.
Lord God, You are my loving Judge with Your pride-smiting might
Thank You for melting me of my arrogantly selfish blight
To bring me to Your submissiveness’ delight
And illumine me by Your Word’s glorious light.
February 23, 2023
Remember again how you use to skip Stone and watch the ripples just find their way to possibility's reach?
Conjoined concentric rings following after each other like meaning and gravitational direction-
Answering innate, unconscious questions.
An order that makes sense, of things.
Tied together with invisible string.
Concentric startlings, like Ducklings waddling-
their take on things.----
Eyes on the prize,
taking off into future flight,
in the image of their bossy Matriarch of dreams-
of understanding,
minding
their everything.
With nosey beak.
A no nonsense heart string",---
pulls them
line by line.
Alexandrias own--- built army marching.
In search of the Mystery.
Learning to fly,
to swim the air
But not in a chaotic way,
not in a meaningless splay,
but relative,
Each.
One?
Like those ripples breaking the stagnant silence.
The flame lighting the empty sconce.
The birds imitating the coming of the Lord, giving glory to the sky.
-V- for Victory.
A leader and it's wing?
Christening Spring.
For all to see.
Swimming the air
In synchronicity never wondering why
waves of frequency art, poetry-
Stages how everything relates
to everything.
One overlooking one,
one after the other.
Like something that comes naturally.
A Love that loves the lover.
Like a child that clings.
To Mother.
God IS integrity.
It is already done.
But the mirrors tear, you can see it Cascade, crystal clear, then gets misty and hides from. It's dear. Solitary one.
A Dawn to share.
Still, it waits for you, with all love,
See how God's integrity cares?
to be, by YOUR side.
Let God save your soul and see.
I was minding my own business, like I usually do.
It was like any other day, and a hot wind blew.
About then, a whirlwind appeared, and I was surprised.
That's when the devil in the flesh materialized.
He said, "Me and you! Come on now, let's make a deal.
Take some time and think it over. See how you feel."
I said, "Tell me some more, Mister Beelze...Bub -
join me at the bar, but no smoking, put out that stub."
The red fella said, "thank you friend, don't mind if I do".
I said, "What's your ruinous plan? I'd like to review".
He said, "I'm looking for a deal, want something cheap,
How much is your soul (not that I think you're a creep)?"
I thought, "Maybe I should sell, the price might plummet
like the soul of a delegate at the G20 summit."
"Mister Satan", I said, "I'll need a signed contract".
He grinned, as on some nuts on the counter he snacked.
Lucifer said with a frolicking jump and a caper,
"Sure, we can draft up a legally binding paper...
that protects me too", he said. I felt hot like a toaster.
"Your soul's price on Nasdaq is like a rollercoaster."
I won't take more of your time, won't sit here and gab.
We walked out of the bar, and I hailed him a cab.
A deal was made, and we're both doing pretty well,
but he failed to consider, he'll have to see me in Hell.
I didn’t get on with my neighbour next
Door, he didn’t like me being happy
I’ll turn you into a mouse he said or a rat
Or perhaps a dog, or a skunk or a cat,
Fancy that, he is no magician, just a man.
I looked up at the clouds, rain came down
Landed on my lawn,
Each drop
Went plop!
I obviously drifted, I want to be an ant
I shouted at the neighbour,
And then I awoke
Well my neighbour turned me into an ant,
This is what happened.
Hey, watch out with that shoe whatever
You do, my neighbour walked around
with an ant spray,
Better not get in his way,
Horrible ant, he muttered, you are a pest
Sprays me, puts garden poison
Near my favorite rose
Not minding me,
And continues to water the garden
With his hose
I will drown, I’ll die,
I felt tiny, vulnerable and angry,
Made friends with the ant army general
Hear this he said in an authoritarian voice,
Our revenge will show
Ants will backfire at your evil sprays
And careless human ways,
We will multiply and grow big,
So big, that over man we will tower,
And expose our intelligent ant super-power,
Ants will run this planet,
And we will eat our own weak kind,
Engrave that in your mind.
Our anti human army, is organized,
Intelligent and fearless, and there
Are masses of us, never ending,
Ferocious and unbending.
We will be so huge,
Soldiers and more army ant soldiers.
And delightedly let off our fuse.
I froze.
I crawled to the grumpy old man
I begged him to make me human
Again, and promised him
And that I would refrain
And never deign
To show a happy face, and so
Once more human, I told him
Of the evil intention of
Billions of soldier ants,
Who would eradicate man and plants.
Not at this time, in this millennium,
Said grumpy, I kind of like you now,
Great job, you know their plot
Together we’ll eradicate the lot!
They descend from the heavens of mediocre achievement
Armed with confidence forged in the fires of never having tried
They spot you living breathing minding your business
And feel the ancient urge to intervene
Here’s what you should do they proclaim
As if the universe appointed them your personal life coach
After a rigorous selection process involving
A YouTube video a vibes based hunch
And one book they definitely didn’t finish
They speak with the authority of a surgeon
And the credentials of a guy who once skimmed an article
Titled 10 Habits of People Who Pretend They’re Successful
They offer tips on fitness while winded from a short sentence
Relationship wisdom despite three breakups with the same person
Financial guidance while Venmo requesting you for money
But who are you to question greatness
You nod politely because society frowns
On telling people to take their TED Talk elsewhere
They leave feeling heroic
Certain they’ve changed your life forever
You leave wondering how they survive unsupervised
And yet
In the quiet moments
You admit a tiny truth
We’ve all been that person once
Armed with a half baked epiphany
And the irresistible urge to fix someone
Who never asked to be repaired
A humbling reminder
That the line between sage and clown
Is thinner than the patience of someone
Receiving advice they didn’t request
I was minding my business, taking my time,
Ridin’ Ol’ Bess from the West Miller Mine
When all of a sudden, (weren’t nothing’ I did)
Bess started buckin’ and she hit the skids!
I was pitched off her back like a sack of no worth
To land near the meanest dang rattler on earth!
His tounge was a-flickin’, tasting the air,
His eyes clouded over, like a blind man’s that pair.
He was longer than Bess with a full twelve-inch girth,
My mettle dissolved to a pitiful dearth.
His head raised up proud, his tail even prouder
And that buzz just kept getting louder and louder!
His mien was aggressive and I was a wreck
So I pulled out my shooter and aimed for the neck!
Now I hate killing creatures; God’s watchin’ and all,
But he had my number and was dialin’ the call.
His head is still there, by the side of the trail
But I took the rest home, even that tail!
His meat fed me supper, yep, top o’ the line.
His hide and those rattles? A hat-band so fine!
In the fading light I penned down a verse
Writing to the universe
That with each passing day
I keep finding my way
Cause I took to writing when I was lost
And many of my first poems I couldn't post
For I was still finding my way,
even to date, I've come a long way
I used to sit under that fading light
And now I'm so close to it, I keep getting into the limelight
From time to time that's why name is slowly taking hold
Cause I followed a trail of words that never ran cold
I write even when I have no words
I write not minding the awards
For I'm doing this for me and the healing
Cause ever since I started writing I've never stopped dreaming
That's why I keep getting better cause I keep trying
And that's why I don't struggle writing
Cause with each breathe I breath words to life
And now you understand why I'm full of life
Cause I've never ceased writing
The PO£T
I find
hear
see
right hemisphere prominently feel,
But cannot quite touch
something sexy
about left/right cooperatively resonant
waves of wealthy ego-rooting
eco-rooted health.
I suppose
whether felt as sexy
or more generically sensory,
depends on neurological origin
and completion
of sensory information
and climatic exportation.
Spiritual resonance experiences qualities
of our multicultural
EarthBound journey together
and apart
As naturally resilient outcomes
of felt left/right integrity,
glimpsed and heard
when resonantly touched,
bring consensual pleasure
And,
sometimes,
as inclusively appropriate
invited
graced,
Sensually sexy disciplines
of physical passion,
metaphysical waves
of revolutionary
resonant compassion
minding
and reminding
20/20 loving insight
through restoring
by healing
global EarthJustice integrity,
sensory spirit of sexual nature.
Merry Mary seeds of Davidson Street
What you know about the N.O.D.A. 1520?
Where mama was less drama than the red daddy
No honor from Obama got life plus dreams.
Mary Mary quite contrary
Didn't raise no punk didn't play no fairy
She's a high roller minus weed and a G
She says "I know what...God has got me!"
Every human tribe derives from Africa
Bill Nye Science guy kept it real yes sir!
So don't hate when I say buy black
We buy Asian, Caucasian, you don't hate that!
No brutality, we are family be flattered
Don't get mad at me, because black lives matter
Embrace unique seeds who claim his favor
Black in every way, every shade, every flavor.
Mary Mary missionary keep minding your business right
Merry Mary missionary buy black get phat or bye bye!
Mary McGee was a matriarch
She did the right things
Served a mighty high God
She came from a queen, no illusion
Big Mama called a slave but was P.O.W. retribution!
You can't slave away her faith
You can't rape away her grace
You can't take away her praise
You can't hate away her place
You can't pay away her pain
You can't dim or drown her gain
You can't buy the sun or rain
You can't beat God at God's game.
Reverie of Mary
Blue Carolina breeze
Before gentrification Little Hornet was green
Cordelia Park is where we went swimming
Foxy, super-fly, black and proud trending.
Mary Mary missionary keep minding your business right
Merry Mary missionary buy black get phat or bye bye.