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Just be yourself, that is enough, nothing else matters to anyone,
Just be you, that is all that truly matters, that is enough fun,
Just be honest, truthful, kind, caring, compassionate,
Nobody has to expect anything else but you,
Brown eyes, blond hair, blonde hair, green eyes, who cares?
Laugh, smile, talk openly about yourself, hiding any part of who you truly are is just
Pretending to be someone your not, and that is not acceptable to me, for I have decided to be free and alive, like a monarch butterfly, they rollup into a cocoon to become one, they appear to the world and share their beauty, and they can't even see themselves, but the world can, and they fly around the world, free as the breeze, they don't know their own beauty, but we do, and so I remind you again,
Just be yourself to the word, you might not see your own beauty, but there is someone out there who will, and you will make a difference in their lives too, hold that head up high and smile, I know you will make a world of difference I someone's life that Wil'll last a lifetime :-) :-)
Oh, there are some hurts that nobody reckons
when a rush of rage, pain and revenge beckons
about a wanton act of mayhem and spiteful action,
In the silent nights it beckons, oh how it beckons
belying my irenic ideals, beliefs and just conviction.
Hesitant and much fretful I stood at the threshold
of a cordoned off bloodstained room, dolefully cold,
at this time a most dismal of moments and piteous
to wrap my head around this grim spectacle I behold,
My beloved and I lay bleeding—murders most vicious.
To find the one who committed this dastardly act
I vowed to exact vengeance, unravel one sole fact—
Towards my wife’s unfaithfulness was my hostility
It’s I who staged this scene of murder-suicide pact,
my suspicion was not without merit of her infidelity.
~5/12/18
~Premiere II contest by rob carmack
He had to get his message out if he could
To save mankind, and all that's good
So he took his cell phone on the train
and conversations he would feign.
He'd talk as if to his twin brother
He'd talk of airborne drugs that smother
Bad guys using medical tech
That took him from handsome, to a wreck.
He said one drug was an aphrodisiac
It acted fast, like an ambush attack
One harmed your heart, one harmed your brain
He had to expose, he had to explain.
He said they could deprive him of sleep.
a stimulant wafted at night would creep:
He said they'd use it in his home
And also outside when he would roam.
His tone got like the caw of a crow:
He seemed harmless to me, but you never know.
I shared info with other police:
I didn't want to commit him, but must keep the peace.
He looked around, saw people with laptops
Some snoozing away, one kid eating lollypops.
Some on phones, some talking in a foreign tongue
He felt frustrated, help would not come.
He hoped for a reaction, please don't ignore
He could claim he was a leprechaun, his neighbor would still snore
He could tap dance in the aisles, put a barn owl on his seat
But this is New York, and nobody misses a beat.
He sent us a fax, it was too much for me
We took him to the mental ward, reluctantly.
I walked out, smelled marijuana in the air
Second hand smoke, they just don't care.
Then it hit me like a bad joke
That cannabis was a vapor, second hand smoke.
A drug that could waft, hit through the air
It gave me a headache, I got out of there.
I wondered if this lovable madman had a point
Maybe we shouldn't have locked him in that joint
I shook off the thought, there were perps to catch
No time to release a loon from the booby hatch.
There resided in an Orphanage, called Blessedville
Lovely girls whose names are Charitybelle,
Faithgayle and Hopedelle.
They are best friends and in prayer they are aligned
Asking God to give them adoptive parents who are kind…
Yet they must wait for guardians with good heart and mind.
One day, their home was visited by Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion
Giving all children food supplies, and for each one, a school-provision
As they announced their adoption-related decision.
They planned to adopt two girls who are cheerful
So all children have become more responsible and dutiful
Including Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle who are hopeful.
“We want all of you to be part of our choice”
Said Mrs. Grace Kompassion, “so now rejoice
And answer our question without making a noise.”
Mr. Merc Kompassion smiled with delight
Stating, “Just do what is right and write without fright
To make us know that you are the great child in our sight.”
Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion asked each child for recommendation:
“Among all of you, what two names can you give as suggestion
To be included for our family expansion?”
Each child wrote one person including own name
But not Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle who are the same
In not placing their names for their full claim.
Charitybelle considered Faithgayle and Hopedelle for the best
Faithgayle mentioned Hopedelee and Charitybelle to be blest
While Hopedelle noted that Charitybelle and Faithgayle are the greatest.
Because of the love* they showed for each other
Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle were adopted together
And Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion became their father and mother.
Until now, they visit Blessedville Orphanage with eagerness
Expressing that they thank the Lord for His graciousness
Making them belong to a wondrous family of joyfulness.
*1John 4:16 And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.
Tristich in Rhyme midst Narrative form
April 7, 2023
1st place, "Write a Sweet Fairytale For Children with a Good Outcome Ending; Nobody gets hurt" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley; judged on 5/6/2023.
If I ever get the riddle.
Of being stuck in the middle.
The meaning will have passed.
I guess my mind won't go that fast.
The paper ran the story.
The actor grabbed the glory.
Everybody bought a ticket.
When he told em' all to stick it.
It's never going to be the same.
They're always bound to change your name.
I won't bother trying to forgive.
I'll be gone by the time I live.
The after party was a big success.
Half were in a state of undress.
Nobody was the only one.
Who decided not to have some fun.
It's never going to be the same.
They're always bound to change your name.
I won't bother trying to forgive.
I'll be gone by the time I live.
Sir God,
It's me again,
You already know what I want to say,
But allow me put it this way,
Our genesis is different,
But the destiny is the same.
We all must rest,
We'll die and go to unknown land,
A place only known to the departed,
Not even the worldly majesties,
Will escape it.
Do not give me many years,
Like those of Methuselah,
I not need to be wrinkled,
And look like a beast,
I need not to be a burden,
When my time come,
Let it be a decent journey,
At an old age dear God,
When I'll have accomplished all,
The wants and desires in mind.
At a time I'll be giving blessings,
The time I'll have nothing to lose,
Nobody will have to wail,
For I'll have put it to a halt,
My gift of life.
Dear God,
Let it not be through an ailment,
Not a fatal accident,
Not a suicide nor a genocide,
Not even a lightning strike,
Let it be a decent journey.
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.
frosty was a happy snowman
had a carrot nosed wife named ann
together they had a little snowball
who was only one and a half feet tall.
frosty had a button for a nose
and had a magic hat so it goes
as he sung and as he danced
all the children became entranced.
he ran hollering through the town
and was laughing like a silly clown
he went up the hills and across the snow
and where he ended up, nobody knows.
but rumour has it he was followed out of town
by the grinch who was wearing a frown
the grinch is so mean, and has no soul
was said, to have kicked frosty in the ice hole.
A hole in my door I don’t need anymore
It’s meant to allow mail to fall to my floor
Ex-colleagues don’t call since the day I retired
When I reached the age of ‘No longer required’
A hole in my door with flaps inside and out
Never with one envelope sticking out
These days I think it might even be great
To receive a small note re the next village fete
A hole in my door what’s the purpose of that
Never one communique on my mat
It seems that I’ve wound up on life’s storage shelf
Should I perhaps send a note to myself
A hole in my door that lets draughts in at night
But no mail comes through it… does nobody write?
I could seal it up… I’m quite sure I could do it
For nobody visits… nobody calls through it
This chilly spring morning it’s Valentine’s Day
I look to my door and my heart tells me, “Hey!”
The envelope, clearly, is not just a flyer
For it says my name… not ‘The occupier’.
Have I an admirer, my heart starts to race
I open the letter in impatient haste
I ask myself, “Who’s sending letters to you?”
Then, writ large in red… ‘YOUR PAYMENT IS DUE!’
Don't hush me aside, silly babe,
cheat all you want,
do what isn't right
to keep me at a distance:
nobody is better than me;
I offer no jewels, only love...
being true is no pretense:
write our story, turn a new page!
Hang out with me in the quietest place
away from noises, where the only voices
are ours, where all the whispers lead to kisses;
silence brings on intimacy and a state of craze!
I'm a romantic by nature,
whispering sweet words
makes me passionate...
it shows in my deepest emotions;
watching starry skies
changes everything to divine:
surrender to me, ditch those guys!
Whenever the rock music gets very loud,
we should find a quieter place with no crowd,
where people don't sing, scream and dance,
where their minds is only set on romance!
In a quieter place we can find peace,
express many emotions and feelings;
there fireflies sparkle among trees,
there we can get closer to Paradise!
There are unknown factors in life. Like when a poor person wins the lottery becoming. You are in control of your own outcomes. You being us in the situation(s) we find ourselves in. So you chose—And that choice has now become. A subconscious decision decides. I see it playing out. In played sight I see. A father that is dismissed from his daughter to better off her well being. A mother constricted to a decision yet, still at a loss for someone else, but not really; because. A fatherless life is immense. Driven in sadness and disguised by nothingness. Hidden behind from something nonexistent.
No I in we and.
I is in team. No loss in I—I say. I see. He said. I say he sees he said (and) we all are I without us.
Nobody doesn’t exist without a team..
We…are through in this case—Lost in that one, and this that may be some no any. Lost Indeed at least. At best is we. No longer poetic. He stops writing for awkward moments follow suit. A misfit body suit eating gourmet burgers, drinking lollipops—Full of kitchen sinks… Disposable. Replaced by another form from Costco on clearance but top of the line.
Found on sale…
End
11-28-2021
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