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The macrocosm weaved you into actuality,
spun you into instrumentality.
Made of cosmos, you are irrevocably fused,
embedded in the stream of being.
The microcosm energizes you into dynamism,
induces you in electromagnetism,
the photons of your incarnation dance
in every glance, prance in every instance
of your continuance.
Love’s subatomic particles collide in accelerators,
misbehaving in violation of known laws,
hinting at energies and synergies illuding science,
feasibly disclosing deeper sentience at the tiller.
Emergent property somehow remembered, redolent,
vaguely fragrant in your cycle of life and death,
your mortal path. Feeling your numbered days,
you cherish every crescendo, treasure every tranquility,
reenacting, craving, trying to punctuate, prolong,
pausing to savor every ecstasy
to which you are connected.
the (better late than never)
free admission confession, exhortations against Ole Saint Nick
treasured untold shenanigans of Santa,
his elves and reindeer discovered only
by colluding via "FAKE" fluke
did I manage to worm winning the trust
among Christmas elves and reindeer
confident this generic guy,
would never breach scandalous
tidbits, into an underground impregnable
air-raid shelter, the Motley Crue
tied blindfold over my eyes, didst steer
me hermetically sealed,
which crawl space required me to hunker
sound (cloud) proof bunker
while ensconced (security detail munchkins,
who just so happened tubby *****
minded entrance portal)
only after getting the thumb up signal,
whereat nose pies planted
espionage surveillance devices
the chief head honcho and attendants,
Smoky and the bandits respectively,
magically, and handily did appear
and despite one hundred percent bug-free,
a whispered stance opted just to make sure
no unwanted eavesdropper could overhear
plus every participant swore an oath, cuz
any leaked real or “FAKE” information,
would spell imminent demise to be near
the upshot, sans grave emergency
describing clandestine arraignment
involving some rogue elf
(most likely at least two),
and a misbehaving reindeer
(names withheld to avoid any spoiler alert),
plus this entire kit and caboodle
necessary to help Saint Nick
got wind, (and subsequently reined in)
a rave party with orgiastic
sex, drugs and rock and roll
that a band-aided elf(ves)
laced with Pepper Minstix
(anonymously hashtagged Sodom and Gomorrah)
sullied pure as the driven snow repute,
when aliasing Sugarplum Mary (“FAKE NAME”)
detected snorting cocaine
codenamed Alabaster Snowball, while additionally
besmirching her virginity via coital cavorting
amidst a Bushy Evergreen
shaking as if frenzied
with feverish boogie woogie flu
which seductive, prurient,
and master baiter friend zeed
(spunky Gangnam style) Shinny Upatree
which could slay Wunorse Openslae reputation
as substance abusers,
and sex offenders if not worse.
As I work hard in the hot cotton fields all day
I dreadfully think about the long night to come
Since you lost your wife you tell me you're lonely
and sneak me out from my shack to your huge mansion
Into your bed, where you use me and pretend to love me
I must pretend to like being with you, to stay safe and alive
My family has no idea I am with you almost every night
The lottery day is coming soon and I am fearful of being sold
My babies are here at this plantation, alive and thriving
I hope to be able escape soon before they are put to work
Their Father was recently beaten to death for misbehaving
He was fighting for us to try to escape to the north to be freed
Lincoln is doing what he can to make changes, I have hope
In the meantime, I continue to plan ways to escape or kill you
I continue to endure the long work days and poor living conditions
And at night I will continue to be with you as your slave to love
As I will continue to fight for my family and for our freedom
7/3/19
I think back of days long gone
memories of right or wrong
being weak or strong.
These routinely resonate,
beaches glistening, montains snowing,
children misbehaving, our parenting,
wife laughing then crying.
I have nothing.
I gaze to the future
where dreams live forever..
Dancing and holding my love,
our flight of the dove.
My children visit shining their light
soaring like eagles in full flight.
My heart is lifted, full of gold
a true patriarch will never grow old.
Happened and may happen is not a happening.
They are immutable events,
one in the grave the other yet no benefits.
Present presents the grandest presence.
Every tick of the clock
a thought, a calculation, a reaction, a decision.
These things occur with or without precision,
changing the course of destiny yet to be found.
It is here where I will stand my ground.
Memories and dreams will always be in flight,
but in the present I shall bend my light.
My desk was constructed of
genuine wood, with seat attached.
No, not movable as they are today.
Highly polished with an ink
well, as we used fountain pens!
Books? You lifted the top
and in they went.
We had leather schoolbags
that went below.
Later, when I was a teacher,
they were light as you see today.
Since I taught in the wildest schools,
misbehaving pupils used them in
fights,not for play!
At these times, chairs became objects
of flight.
To the students' joyous delight.
I'd dream of the days of yore!
When children were well-behaved and had
morals that counted ever so much more.
And desks were nailed firmly to the floor!
4/19/2021
The depths of my soul are too shallow.
The fruits of my labor grew fallow.
A sing songy rhyme in three quarter time.
Is all that this poem has to show.
But what can a free thinking fellow.
Do when his mind has turned to jello.
As he sits and requires to express.
What he knows, he know's won't impress.
So he jump's in with nothing to lose.
With his iambic poetic shoes.
If you pay close attention.
You'll notice him mention.
But quite secretly, only with clues.
The afternoon's weaving and waving.
As he still sit's here just misbehaving.
Doing nothing worth while, now somewhat of a style.
He finds that it's all that he's craving.
An emptiness filled to the brim.
Is all that is left inside him.
A repose to the past that surely can't last.
OMG, are you kidding, how dim.
Mr. and Mrs. Politician man
Keep on promising me
Everything I could ever want
From basic cheap to free
There must be something there
That I'm missing here
Between the insurance debacle
And my cost of living fears
When elections come around
I've really got to hand it
To the promises they make
That get more and more outlandish
They promise you cheese from the moon
And silver dust from the stars
When all I mostly need right now
Is cheap gas for my car
With vanilla being the flavor
Politicians savour as of late
They give just enough of the free stuff
But not too much away
Keeping the drones wanting for more
Where they don't feel the need to leave
Eating out of their grimy hands
Feeding off the greed
You can find them wheeling and dealing
In secret behind closed doors
In their arrogance they've forgotten
That we the people are keeping score
We'll either oust them when the time is right
Or raise the gallows and hang them high
A good lesson in the making
Perhaps they'll think twice next time before misbehaving
I gave you the words
You made them superb
We're the top most team
I wrote winning songs
Your voice made them strong
Fame came from your dream
( - - C H O R U S - -)
... So it's you who'll perform
A bypass on me
Ripped out and torn
By your celebrity
You relish the chase
Ready for next face
Devouring your fame
. .. Do you remember me saying ...
You bring the words to me
Nothing was spared in them
Lyrics lay everything bare
Love notes sent from me
Soared your popularity
You waited for the next
I wrote us in those stories
Only you claimed the glory
... What do you expect...
( - - C H O R U S - -)
... So it's you who'll perform
a bypass on me
Ripped out and torn
By your celebrity
You're top of your game
Pop star misbehaving
I sit in the shade
... Do you remember me saying...
You bring the words to me
Everything exposed....
You sing the words in me
To strangers, something we made
( - - BRIDGE - -)
Words the World has never heard
I put them into your mouth
Fame has raised you, but I made you
And you have closed me out
Celebrity stole your care
Hunting here, pausing there
Let me bring the lines to life...
Why can't I touch your soul?
Authenticity you'll never know.
Love like this won't come twice....
( repeat first part of Chorus several times )
21st August 2020
Edward Ibeh Contest,
Pick A Title Lyric
Dear God
Its me well i guess you already know that
wait maybe you know everything i am about to write
schnorbitz did you expect that
well lets get to the crux-sorry for the pun-of the matter
I read there were unicorns mentioned in the bible
so were they real
as real as you
but seriously have you seen it down here
its alright for you in your silver haven
its a bit more than misbehaving
You built this in 7 days
can you see the plastic choking the waves
no protection from the sunshine rays
where is the miracles you once dished out
give me something i cannot doubt
Anyways had my gripe
Waiting for your lightning strike
nothing nada nothing there
fairytales of a heavenly lair
take your keys and lock your gates
and leave us to our deserved fates
P, S, Tell Lucy i will see him soon
P.P.S, To take over
CLOSED EYES
For a false peace of mind, to what degree,
will closed eyes spare oneself to see?
A desperate man breaking in,
Doors are closed in his face,
Qualified but denied, for his ethnic race.
Silent cries of little victims secretly abused,
Ashamed for the ways they are quietly used.
The uninvolved in self-inhibited stalls,
Hearing a woman's beating behind the walls.
Victims of burn for desperation of heat,
just trying to warm their hands and feet.
A student being bullied, disgruntled employee,
an outcome much different if closed eyes would just see.
The warnings of an avoidable obvious fate,
are now losses because of an imploded hate.
A people dumbed by racism, and hatred within,
A political extermination of real women and men.
Pile it on without conscience, just live and let be.
For there’s none so blind, as closed that won’t see.
Can’t wake the sleeping giant, for her trans is too deep,
take away her innocent children during the hypnotic sleep.
Until blindsided by a missile marked with her name,
The power struggles that be, are to no one's gain.
We need God in America, may our prayers be heard,
May the Lord bring revival through His powerful Word.
Leave moral teachings for the parents and churches,
Basic education in schools,
Parents and teachers not working together, a failing brew.
You can’t teach morale when the parents are gone,
Working two jobs for a living, trying to have a home.
Misbehaving for attention is the child left alone,
Parents jailed, or just missing, it is the system gone wrong.
We were dying from the masking,
and walking six feet apart,
Vaccinated for a pandemic, that still had it’s mark.
Closed the churches, even forbidden, to gather in our homes,
Removed our praying, and our singing, made us cold to the bones.
When will we just realize, that it’s the Savior we need
The only realistic hope for the human seed.
Father open our eyes, let us not live and let be.
Help us be brave to change the things, closed eyes can’t see.