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Have you ever seen bullfrog green jump across a Lilly pad?
Did you ever see gold moth bathing in a moonshine bath?
Do you watch as teal raindrops bless and baptize the stream?
Will you hear the wood windmill song it sings each spring?
I walk real close to the sandy coast where Nana and I share things
She told me once always have fun always be true and dream
I recall those days her voice her face I can still see her smile
The dandelions seemed less boring to me a wild city child
Papa came into the house with his muddy blue overalls
His gray mustache seems to shout louder than Pa talks
“The time is close and he is nearly broke come if you want to see
The albino pony being tamed from the only pack of wild ones near the creek”
My eyes grow big and I must admit I love excitement of any kind
So I dropped my book to have a look and ponder the pony so fine
The pony kicks and then it sits as if one final stubborn nerve exists
Then it saw me it started to scream and have all kind of fits
Papa says whew! This one likes you! Why don’t you say hi?
I was really too scared and had never dared to ride a pony or try
But for some reason I had a season of unusual courage to spare
I climbed the fence went straight to him
The pony with ice eyes white hair
As soon as I came close, he let out a little noise
It was as if he had hoped to find comfort in my voice
I didn’t know what to do or how I would earn his faith
But in a minute or two our eyes like glue
Stuck and we became mates
The pony calm was eating from my palm
And I feel a new esteem
Instead breaking the pony in
I feel he broke into me
Each day the boredom was swept away
By my pony friend indeed
I would feed him little treats change his hay
And he fed me spiritually
The pony still was a little strong willed
So no one was allowed
To ride him or take him anywhere
That was too far from the house
So times were slow even so the pony and I would play
He could do tricks and even dance a bit
If I ask him a certain way.
Pony bends and I get on him
Like the wind he rides to town
I find the nurse who was at church
And she calls others around.
So that summer I lost and found things
I would never willingly give up
Nana and kittens and Papa getting bitten
A pony and farm full of love.
A NOTABLE HORSE CONTEST
10/13/2021
SPONSOR ROBERT JAMES LIGUORI
What can a bewildered brotha’ say,
it happens every unnatural day
Sunshine is labeled as shade,
crystal clear is called opaque fade
Did I make a left turn
into the wrong dimension?
Now I’m seeing curvaceous things
that Nana never mentioned
Me rearview mirror eyes are
side-swipe swivel swerve widening
Was there a hot-iron cool downgrade,
firebrand placed
on my Ocho Rios dreadlock upbraids?
Puff kings are turning into drag queens ...
strange flesh doings,
I-and-I now be-be first-hand witnessing
Boys are turning into girls,
and those goatee girlz are turning into scrotum women
Lord knows,
I feel like I’m living in
Sodom and Gomorrah again
Girls are turning into boys,
and those bosom boyz are turning into vulva men
Now, I’m not for sight sure,
just what glassy gaze starry eyes blurry,
rest beyond the dress curtain
Surprises a-plenty are in store,
when it’s uncertain
what’s behind the gender door
Don’t wanna make the wrong turn,
and roll into the surreal fifth dimension
Twilight Zone neon strip is on burn,
whatcha’ see
might require psychiatric intervention
Girls are turning into boys,
and those boyz are turning into Venus men
Lord knows,
I feel like I’m Sin City living in
ancient Egypt Greece again
Boys are turning into girls,
and those girlz are turning into Mars women
Puff kings are turning into drag queens ...
strange flesh doings
It’s an open-closet psychotropic skin scene
Another brother daisy duke
exhale exigent cross-dress pollination
Pubic bramble bush adolescent tumble,
take a different genitalia turn from
a same sister butch duchess
Boys are turning into girls,
and those girlz
are turning into testosterone women
Lord knows,
I feel like I’m Zion living in
Babylon Rome again
Girls are turning into boys,
and those boyz
are turning into estrogen ova men
Momma drag queens
are the former Daddy puff kings
Nothing on the surface is
quite biological what it seems
Id feelings of a sorrowful kind,
have me heart sprout creeping ivy
of eunuch tear yearning
for a Garden of Eden spiritual awakening
And impotent thoughts of mine
are starting to grow
down below, in-between
Jayden Makieh Kelly
Later on that day others came and kept us company. Everyone sat around, talked, and watched t.v. I eventually got up a few times and walked through the hallways with the contractions at times stopping me in my path. But, I always had someone there with me so that helped make it not so bad. I was put on pitocin to help me sleep and my contractions become closer together and stronger. My friend T’tiera came and rubbed my stomach until she had to leave and go to class and could not stay longer. I was very, very drowsy, in pain and the contractions made me feel lousy. Your nana could not get a break to sit down. She was there to rub my back and stomach every time I frowned. I thank God that she was there, even though at that time she was there with me all alone. There was even one moment where I was calling her to rub me, someone was knocking at the door, and people were calling on both the hospital and cell phone! After hours of dealing with the pain, at around 4pm I decided to get the epidural medicine. That was a very tense moment for I had to be perfectly still and manage the pain of the contractions within. But, boy oh boy was that the a great joy! I was desperately in need of some relief and great sleep. That epidural made it possible for me to do that and help all of the pain cease. I went to sleep and had dilated to a six. However, while I was sleeping some complications came up that they had to fix. My heartbeat had dropped and was infecting you. They put a monitor on your head to monitor you. They were even discussing performing a caesarean delivery to get you out. However, everything turned out fine and the labor went about. Everything had been stabilized with me still sleeping not knowing anything, not having to realize what was happening with you inside. But hours later when I awoke I was informed about all of those complications that had aroused and how the doctors fixed them like a mechanic. I think it was a good thing that I had been in a deep sleep because I probably would have over-reacted and made things worse with panic. However, I was thankful that everything turned out to be fine. If something would’ve happened to you I would’ve lost my mind.
Form:
Jayden Makieh Kelly
Around seven months you were growing so rapidly and so was my love for you. I couldn’t wait until I could see your face, hold you, squeeze you, and forever be with you. With the start of our last trimester, and with only about two more months to go, I could only say, “boy has time flown by so fast“! In the next month or so your baby shower will be taking place, and before you know it, you’ll soon be in my arms at last. I had much to be thankful for that Thanksgiving. I had a loving, caring family, and you growing within me, healthy and living. At eight months I took time off from work to sit back and relax from that place. I think I more than deserved to put my feet up and take a break from that environment that was so fast-paced. You still moved so actively around and your head even tumbled down. For you were steadily growing bigger and had assumed the position ready for birth! With your head down and your feet stuck in my ribs you did give mommy a little bit of hurt. It was said that at that point you were supposed to be all cramped up and not be able to move so much. But, you felt like a pro kick boxer with cement boots so I really did disagree with such. Doctor appointments went from every other week to every week in a blink of an eye. Your baby shower took place on January 29th 2005 and boy was it a surprise! In preparation your nana ran herself crazy, but none of this seemed to shockingly amaze me. She went days without much sleep and muscle aches, yes this is true. For your nana wanted the very best and she did this all out of love for me and you. The center was pleasing to the eyes in colors of blue, yellow, teal, purple, and white. There wasn‘t too many spots where balloons and other décor wasn‘t in sight. That day the weather wasn‘t so great because there was sleet, snow and ice. Therefore, not too many people showed up but everything still went extraordinarily nice. The gifts that were given melted my heart and there was nothing that could take that smile off of my face, even though against time we had to race. We played games, laughed and had much fun and before we knew it time crept up and it was all over and done.
Form:
It serves me well to remember my early years
when home was a plot of land, my family's farm.
Toes in the mud, hands planting in the dirt.
Humble beginnings taught me not to want more
than I thought I would need.
A middle child, the quiet one
having fun with siblings when work was done.
Parents often found me reading a book,
or writing stories of places I wanted to travel.
I had ambitions to be a teacher... short-lived
when in college my world turned new pages.
I rearranged my beliefs when that life
came into view, but my values stayed intact.
Wife and mother took precedence
but I still danced to the music in my mind
and lyrical words waltzed from my hand to pages.
Poetry written with enough ink to fill tomes
of dreams, hopes, vignettes of where I'd sailed,
where I was at those moments in time,
and fantasies of where I hoped to be.
But my boat capsized and, on the riverbank,
I found myself taking stock of who I had become.
I make no excuses for getting lost a time or ten
in daydreams as easily as I smile with delight
watching a butterfly emerge from its chrysalis.
I wake at the edge of dawn to hear birds sing
their trills when the world lies hushed and still.
Often, I drop the reins of my imagination
and allow it to run free and wild, as I did as a child,
barefoot in the summer rain, only now,
I do it as 'Nana,' with three grandchildren.
I've never been able to shield my heart.
Emotions insist on clinging onto my sleeves,
even the part of me that grieves and broods.
Faith gets me through those times when I fall
into doldrums of a gloomy abyss that threatens
to keep me buried inside the depth of its walls.
Ecclesiastes says to everything there is a season.
Autumn will always be my favorite time of year,
although I wonder why for it's also
nature's revelation to fulfill the destiny of trees,
losing their leaves after such a short time.
Green to crimson, withered, they fall aground.
I've painted skies of blue and eyes of gray...
the somber color of his when it was time to walk away.
A few pieces of my puzzle are still scattered about
but tomorrow is another day
and I'm in no hurry to find them.
LOVING NANA
She was born the cutest baby girl.
She loved from the very beginning.
She loved her mama, she loved her brothers and sisters.
She, quite simply, LOVED.
She grew into a little girl.
She bounced and pounced, and played.
She loved her mama,
She loved her brothers and sisters,
She loved her friends.
But mostly, she LOVED.
As she matured into a beautiful young lady, SHE was loved.
She continued to love her mom and her friends.
She loved that her brothers and sisters were loved, wherever they were.
And she LOVED.
Her body and life changed and, before our eyes, she was now a loving mommy.
She ADORED and nurtured her babies, missed her siblings and friends, loved and admired
her mother.
She just LOVED.
As life evolved, sadly, she became a frightened mother. She saw and endured so much
hurt, so very much pain.
And, yet, she LOVED.
She so loved her children, she loved her mother and strived to be as strong.
She knew she had to move on and, in doing so, she developed into a brave mother.
In spite of this, she LOVED.
She humbly asked for help. She trusted that all would be well, and she became a gracious
and giving mom.
She loved all those who helped.
She continued to LOVE.
As she moved on, she was taken care of, but she regressed into a withdrawn being.
She was not forgotten, and she began to pray.
Many prayers were answered one day, and she was given a home.
She was the friend, a quiet friend.
Slowly, but steadily, she became a trusting friend. She SO deserved this love. She helped
those in need by ALLOWING to be loved.
Through this, she was now a loyal friend.
And she never stopped LOVING.
She was cared for and treated like the Princess that she was. ALL were happy.
She LOVED, and she was LOVED.
She came to believe that her life was fulfilled, her work was done. She understood that she
had achieved her purpose on Earth. She joyfully accepted that she was a child of God and
must go to Him.
She helped her loved ones to KNOW this too.
Always, and above all, she LOVED.
"NGENZENI NGENZENI" "AWWW BAKITHI UMNTANAMI"
"THERE IS NOTHING FOR MAHALA NANA AND YOU
KNOW WHAT TO PAY ME WITH" "MAMA MAMA VUKA"
Mmmmh that's the world nowadays
That's how cruel people in this world
Have become. Scary huh? Well It shouldn't
Be anymore, you know the only thing that
This world wants to do is to just pin us right
Down straight to the floor on wait there is more
You know there are about 80% of women who have
Not only been raped but killed and this hurts till
Right straight to my core.
Tell me what had the world taught me?
Did you know that nowadays no one helps
Anyone without anything In return?
Well all they want is young women's bodies
And money Is what they use so you can take the fall
Old married men use young innocent girls just
For those little beautiful curves
That's how it works!!
Tell me what has this world taught me?
Nowadays I cant walk on dressing freely else they will say that I'm just a freebie..tell me am I? Well that's what that guy I saw at the carwash said, I think that instead of wearing that tight skirt which showed all my curves he expected me to wear a long dress somehow I thought that I was a shame
Tell me again what has this world taught me?
Young women are killed almost everyday
Mothers are told to identify their kids bodies in every way because all that's left of it is just maybe only her beautiful hair, Scary? Well it is but I've gotten used to it
Gotten used to the fact that women are killed because of their body
Gotten used to the fact that women are raped because men want to feel satisfied then they make up a lie and say " she seduced me so I didnt have a choice" wow I mean do their lies to be justified?
Tell me what has this world taught me?
I have a little sister who is about 5 months and somehow I wish that she could just stay this young but then again I remember that in this world age doesn't matter as long as you are a woman/girl they will either rape, kill or kidnap you..
Tell me what has this world taught me?
I wish you would
now I'm not trying to brag
nor be conceded or oever confidant
but all I know is that the Lords on my side
and within Him I can handle it
AND THAT HE'LL LET NOT NOTHING HAPPEN TO ONE OF HIS OWN (CHILD)
I WISH YOU WOULD
COME OVER AND START SOMETIN
I WISH YOU WOULD
PROMOTE YOUR HATE
I WISH YOU WOULD
COME AND TRY TO MISTREAT ME
THIS I WOULD... I WISH YOU WOULD
married man to their wife
I wish you would place your hand on me, unworthy come on try to hit me
I wish you would take what's yours and God's go head and try rob me of my virtue
Sisters to their sister/brother
I wish you would promote a jealousy what you see in not of you nor me
only if you promote this, sister lets move on beyond this it's not worth losing your(our) souls
AND THAT HE'LL LET NOT NOTHING HAPPEN TO ONE OF HIS OWN (CHILD)
I WISH YOU WOULD
COME OVER AND START SOMETIN
I WISH YOU WOULD
PROMOTE YOUR HATE
I WISH YOU WOULD
COME AND TRY TO MISTREAT ME
THIS I WOULD... I WISH YOU WOULD
Self (you alone or I)
I come be you, you are me and I are you
so much shame and hurt and doubt
It's a wonder I gotta come clean Lord, God help me to figure this out
My children...(the parents complain
My children the phrase you git on my nerves I guess you haven't heard
I'll now speak it birth it with my mouth there'll be peace in my house
and the sickness I wish you would
I have shield and by Christ stripes I'm healed
Nana na na na na ya can't touch me now
I wish you would, I wish you would
take my land use your body strike me with your hand
I wish you would cuss at me rob me disown me
I wish you would keep me from serving my God to thee
I wish you would say I'm blameless I must confess that we're all sinners just saved by grace
AND THAT HE'LL LET NOT NOTHING HAPPEN TO ONE OF HIS OWN (CHILD)
I WISH YOU WOULD
COME OVER AND START SOMETIN
I WISH YOU WOULD
PROMOTE YOUR HATE
I WISH YOU WOULD
COME AND TRY TO MISTREAT ME
THIS I WOULD... I WISH YOU WOULD
03/27/07
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
THE OLD FARMSTEAD
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
So many sunsets since I last tread this lane
Stirring deep seeded emotions so hard to contain
I know it’s the same place where I grew
The old farmstead is far from what I knew
The house is sagging and in need of paint
The porch swing’s colors are chipped and faint
The porch steps creak as they did before
The pond in the yard, not there anymore
Once there were chickens and ducks abound
Weeds and clutter now cover the ground
The roof eaves are leaking, a somber sight
What happened to cause the this terrible plight
One by one we all left and went on our way
Then just two uncle Willie and aunt May
Willie passed away, a few years ago
Their little garden abandoned no one to sow
We’ve gathered here today to bid May “ bon voyage”
Her roots were set so deep no one could dislodge
I see my old friends it's such a surprise
Some have changed so little I still recognize
My cousin is here without his spouse
She’s critically ill and can’t leave the house
An old school chum made an arduous trek
To visit his old “Nana” and pay his respect
She looks so placid and finally at peace
She toiled long and hard,it’s a relief
She held us together for all these years
She handled it all without shedding tears
A simple pine box, so easy to lift
Her final journey painfully swift
There are six of us here to fill the bill
Go behind the house and up to the hill
Farmstead(2)
There are nine grave markers she’ll be ten
She’s the last one, then never again
Lowered by rope to her final abode
A part of the land she so often strode
This old house will soon be razed
Time will move to a different phase
A large combine will soon plant these fields
This rich loamy soil will give generous yields
The tragedy for me is that no one will know
The family adventure that made us glow
In a few years all will be lost
No one will know of the human cost
The only remnant that time will not kill
Are those ten little markers up on the hill
Dependable Defender Jésus Christ of Nazareth Football Club
This morning lost His appeal for the red card He received
During His side game with the highly rated Pharisees
He’ll be unavailable for their match against the Sadducees
He was sent off by no-nonsense referee Pontius Pilate
For defeating a host of Principalities and Powers
The Club failed to have the decision overturned by the Jurisdiction
He will therefore be sentenced to death by crucifixion
The ‘Special One’ is to make no comment on the decision
After Herod Disciplinary Committee dismissed the club’s appeal
Jésus offered Himself as a *Sacrificial Lamb* for a collective guilt
On the football club’s recent sloppiness and wilt
The Stalwart Defender's Penalty
Will begin with a physical torture
Followed by carrying a heavy rugged cross
Is the Disciplinary Committee right? Make your gloss
GLOSSES FOR JESUS LOSES RED CARD APPEAL :
Tony Taylor writes, March 28th…2:17
A typical King Herod Decision!
I think the decision needs a
Gary Neville writes, March 28th….2:19
Watching Jésus on the field is immensely enjoyable
This Rock from Nazareth is just unconquerable
Rashford writes, March 28th….3:15
Corrupt official! Corrupt leader
All they care is 30 pieces of silver
Major Buckley writes, March 28th…3:17
HE CAN’T GO AWAY WITH IT!
CRUCIFY HIM! CRUCIFY HIM! I submit
Nana Ama writes, March 28th…..4:17
The decision by ref Pontius Pilate was very harsh
Jésus triumphed! And He did it with great panache
Wolf writes, March 28th….5:15
The blame must lay with Judas and McCoy
Surely it’s their fault not Jésus. Sorry boy!
Omar writes,March 28th….. 6:17
You’re an idiot’s wolf!
This Jesus should go play golf!
Crucify Him sir! Crucify Him! I rest my case
Jonathan Reid writes, March 28th…7:17
I personally think Herod can’t rescind the red card
We talking football politics. He didn't tackle too hard
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