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Seraph
My heart was alight when I got your card.
A note that announced you were flying.
You were taking a chance and
stepping out into the light.
Your wings held up I assure you,
by His mighty hand.
You deserve the very best of everything.
You have done such great works for so many.
I want to tell you this clearly, so that you will be sure.
Do not write off one moment of the time that you spent.
It was worth while,
and made changes to endlessly, numerous, “un-countable’s,”
those that have no voice now or may never,
those that needed and relied on an angel…sent from Him.
Grace.
Your name and His will,
a perfect and wondrous plan for your life.
Everyone is not a number, you made that clear.
All had a face, and were important.
I know why “He” made you…
who you are…
even if you are sometimes sweetly unsure.
The gentlest voice in the storm,
ever saying prayers beneath your breath…
Clearly the purpose of your aim,
is the value of the passage.
The lesson;
Grace for the journey.
Jesus the destination.
We are all essentially African. That's where humanity first took birth.
Some then left Africa to populate every land mass on planet earth.
Those of us who remained in equatorial Africa kept our very dark protective skin.
It served as a natural sun block,
preventing harmful ultra violet rays from contaminating our bodies from within.
As we migrated closer to the poles we began to slowly depigmentize.
It was an evolutionary trade off, one might call evolutionarily wise.
The rays of the sun when closer to the poles
are not as harsh as in sub tropical Africa and the pole's climate is cold.
Where as in Africa we walked naked with our protective dark skin,
The poles were colder. We wore clothing over our slowly depigmentizing skin.
Depigmentizing all the quicker because of very little exposure to the sun at all.
Because we differ in skin color doesn't mean anything good or bad at all.
We were and still are all the same human specie, unlike our cousins, the extinct Neanderthal.
We are all *****sapiens. We are all the one and only Human Race.
In a nutshell, that says it all.
To All Hate Groups Out There and hate individuals too.
Be forewarned. Be aware. Your over due extinction is about to come true.
I speak for all with knowledge who have truly evolved too,
"We All Welcome The Extinction Of All The Ignorance Created By All Of You."
You should all welcome it too, so that all of you can truly, for the common good,
intellectually evolve too.
(This is a fictional poem)
On July the 4th I decided to light a firecracker with my cigarette.
It was something I soon lived to regret.
I accidentally threw my cigarette to the ground and put the firecracker in my mouth.
It exploded and all of my teeth came flying out.
After lighting a roman candle, the contents came down and burned off my hair.
Now my head is bald and scorched and everybody stares.
A bottle rocket flew up my shorts and blew off one of my nads.
Now I walk with a cane and I sure am mad.
I'm bald, sterile and I can no longer taste.
I'm not the man I used to be. What a waste.
Form:
O dried up leaf lying there on the ground
Fallen from the top of a sturdy tree
Where you viewed everything that was around
While you bathed in the sunshine's glory
You manufactured food from the sunlight
And together with the help of the roots
Faithfully nourished your parent just right
Creating a sturdy tree bearing fruits
In spring and summer you wore brilliant green
And supplied shade to others from the sun
In autumn you became more colourful
and before winter dropped off one by one
Even now as you lay there on the dirt
Nature must move on in its cyclic line
You shall soon become a part of the earth
And become food for others of your kind
iambic pentameter
Someone help me find the clued
When did we all start to lose
Compassion for our fellow man
When did humanity ban
Care and kindness for all folks
It is not a game or jokes
That the one thing we all need
To help us all succeed
In creating loving hearts
Was taken away and torn apart
By a force so dark and deep
It's getting much harder to keep
This whole world from breaking down
Please tell me who is the clown
That started this hateful rant
Leaving us all on a slant
We will all fall off one day
If we don not find a way
To pick everyone up straight
I'm praying its not too late
To fix this problem we've created
That left our world darkly shaded
i ignored their existence, except for one snapshot.
i didn’t know you could shop. i was not caught
up in the spiral, the velocity, the thunder to the top.
where was i? i was a jump, skip and a hop
away from eternity. it was burning, all the rage.
the celebrants would ne’er more celebrate, engage.
the cliffhanger, daring the edge, dizzy with foresight.
the ground crew was looking up. their brains fight
the visual - the movie reel unseemly, incomprehensible.
the towers of ash, the twisted homicides reprehensible.
i visit the plot, tour the cascading depths of living hell.
the rose scent, the ascent of grim, the mourner’s bell.
the snapshot in my grasp. my skeleton shivers in my bed.
i’ll never peek, and yet, i did. racks of suits in my head.
i ignored their existence, resistant to the absence of beauty.
the empire state building, more iconic, wasn’t sooty.
it wasn’t until i left, the liftoff of skull to heels, the rudiment
of disaster keeled and the knell sounded too distant.
i see my sister lifting off, one mere month, before
the floor was taken out from underneath their score.
the visual i’d not have endured. how did the families manage?
the stair master firemen and executive suites at a disadvantage.
it’s gone the wrong way. no one should deplane through windows.
no more opportunity to advance, for romance, to become heroes.
well, yes, perhaps to become heroes - a jarring thought,
not long-lived. they’re exclamation points, periods, not caught.
thoughtless, pointless, jaws drop one-hundred and ten floors
more or less. sifting through papers and effects, shutting doors.
A rose has bloomed on a branch
Under the watchful eye of spring
Looks like my heart has been placed
in natures arms
The rose tree prides itself on each rose
The spring breeze is gentle in her being
As soft as velvet are the rose petals
A rose holding sway over my heart strings
Thorns on a stem make it harder to pluck a heart
They hold a roses grief this thorny part
Spring has grown a rose and placed it as my heart
My heart in full bloom till I slowly depart
My petals now falling off one by one
A soft loving memory blown with a gentle breeze
My hearts secrets hidden within a rose with ease.
5.3.2021
No lentil beans before bedtime unless...
(alternately titled: unrelenting flatulence)
Ya wanna count bajillion sheep,
but tween gluteus maximus powerful
natural gas explosions during sleep
(ass suspected source) – courtesy missus
she served me lentil beans piled outsize heap
sinister been off fish shunt ploy
spouse I may no longer keep,
cuz dream house went up in flames
reduced to ashes smoldering (Uriah hit) heap
an feeble attempt made to extinguish courtesy
urination which suddenly found me awoke
moments ago groggily awakened out deep
slumber out requisite snooze,
cuz I bean dog tired exhausted fuel
driving one clunky body electric jeep
wee hours way after midnight night owl
in case ya give fig yore hot heave hoot
blasted tremendously nonstop
rendering air to smell foul
while my little chickadee evinced similar
disposition, she too did pepper her muttering
with expletives, and did growl
snarling evidenced yours truly espied scowl
unrepentant and threatened to apply dowel
well, I need not specify, "a" specific vowel
one cheeky spouse,
would find yours truly to howl
no pretty picture me bean
while slowly turning unnatural green,
henceforth rushed to emergency room
whereby team of alien specialists,
who casually did primp and preen
mistaking convincingly verdant colored
hue man as martian ready for Halloween,
and said practitioners loathe to intervene
reckoning yours truly -
with other worldly mien,
Eleven am half
mast the moon smiling warmly
three o clock sharing
The sky with the sun
good morning these eyes fill up
with warm flooding tears
Flooding rain down from
deepest valley a blessing
of pure beauty love
Good morning sweetly
lips sweeping golden kisses
summer light of life
Cool rising warmly
before one's eyes a vision
beholding beauty
One deep dove moment
in thought babe you flashed across
this soul living free
Pure living this dream
memory forever takes
hold off, one warm breath
Sharing a vision looking into the sky so beautiful both so clear wow i thought love does really open the eyes wow again i am beginning to see everything so different purer in ways i never saw before
Out of the blue on this summer day
Richie asks me if I want to swim with him across the lake
Sure what the hell and that is that
I will match the older boy’s vim and whim
Two strong boys armored with Nietzsche arrogance and Tolkien muscle
Armada of scarecrows and wrists assemble on Wally’s manmade beach
To accompany us on the two-and-a-half-mile odyssey
Across the cold and chop of wind
Dad hunches over a leaky rowboat
In hand-to-hand combat with splintered creaky oars
Dennis kneels on a music sheet paddle board
Pink baton at his bearded black throat
In we go
A wave and grin goodbye to Wally’s beautiful daughter Wendy
Richie to Wally’s wonderous wife Janet
And to our moms’ arms crossed up on the tennis court hill
For hours little did we know
Dad says Bobby! Sarah’s coming up underneath you ha ha
Richie separates and heads north not east like a slashing madman
Hey Hey yells Dennis his spotter
Imagine myself a turtle with hot sun egg frying on its back in the black water
Begin to feel the razor teeth of pike at my toes
Biting them off one by one
I stop and panic thrash and splash them away give them my toenails
Richie straightens out far behind me
Weight of the bloated world holding me up
Spaceship in orbit bellied against the Earth
Halfway across
I assume
I can only tell by the guess of cumulus clouds
My knees shoulders neck need an oiled wrench to complete each heave and rotation
Rust and barnacles growing on me
Finally I pass over the turquoise drop off of the other side
Pink mustard to my sutured eyelids
Line of shore the trees a quarter mile ahead
I think dad yells good enough good enough
Salvages me in with what chattering bones remain retrievable
Face gone
Snaps my arms and legs to the rowboat’s aluminum bench
Cannot bend this brass statue to a sitting position
Upside down the only way I can fit in
For the long trip back within my dad’s singing voice
Richie crawls hands and knees up on that beach
Holds its sand in his hands lets it sift through as a time glass
Never lets me forget that
I finished and you did not but we won’t tell the shimmering women
When and if
You the brother I never had and I get back
Teeth left like unrecovered treasure at the bottom of Torch Lake.