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Airlines charge for luggage now
Although that once was free.
They make a mint demanding
That all flyers pay a fee.
They also charge for food and drink
And “extra” legroom, too.
We grouse and grumble but there’s not
A lot that we can do.
And now I hear they’re sinking
To an even lower low.
There’ll be a cost for bins that hold
The smaller things we stow.
United’s at the forefront
Of this latest air offense,
To build their coffers quickly
At the passengers’ expense.
I just signed a petition
That will underscore this view.
In the meantime, when I’m flying,
I’ll stay loyal to JetBlue.*
*which still doesn’t charge for
luggage and gives free snacks, too
Never,ever,ever, ever, I would thought I would ask this question in America,
Will you be here tomorrow? We all know that tomorrow is not promise to
anyone , or everyone. Death knows no color, no age, no gender, or bank
account. Death comes in sickness(known),accidents,or death by a criminal
offense. Will you be here tomorrow? Now, the question to ask is how
long will you be here? Pestilence, pandemics, and what other evils exist
today or will come into existence in the future to threaten mankind.
Will We ever see the days of Glory when there were no unnecessary
restrictions in life? What is life when you can not physically express love
and concern? Will you be here tomorrow?
There's a man who I call DeSatan
From Florida to Sunshine State
who said that slavery for Black folks in America
was beneficial and great.
they were taught skills on how to be
better productive slaves
and those beatings, rapes and lynchings
was simply how white folks behave
no need for us to get bent out of shape
we just need to realize
to that to have been a slave in America
was considered an enormous prize
and to add insult to injury.
we have a few token Blacks
who co-signed that bull
as some historical fact
DeSatan in my opinion,
is simply a Nazi fascist prick
who tends to overcompensate
as he probably has a little dick
an angry and bitter man
who on divisiveness firmly stands
to go pick a fight with the Disney corporation,
your state's largest employer is beyond dumb
and if the company vacates your state,
where will all that lost revenue now come from?
slavery was an abomination
America's most heinous sin
and if we don't stay diligent,
they may try to revive it all over again
white nationalist, domestic terrorists
and the MAGA Supreme
will try to tell you that slavery
wasn't what it seemed
generational chattel
never an opportunity to be free
born into captivity, no chance of liberty
degraded, debased and worked
like the lowliest of dogs
hell, they had more respect
for their cattle, horses, pigs and hogs
slaves were caned, whipped and mutilated
for the smallest offense
Yet the slave owners never showed any empathy,
no consideration and no penitence
slaves were viewed as 3/5 of a human being
who only deserve endless and senseless beatings
I can't imagine nor see any benefit in all of that
and for anyone to say otherwise. It's just bull crap
slavery wasn't slavery.
It was involuntary relocation
a training program to teach African Americans.
a viable vocation
slavery wasn't slavery
it was an inconvenience ideology
a social experiment that white folk in America
don't believe warrants an apology
it was what it was and Black folks need to let it go
as slavery wasn't slavery because white folks say so
It had nothing to do with March Madness or the NCAA final championship game between Arkansas and Duke in 1994, but it was one great game.* In fact, it was one of the greatest games I have ever witnessed. It was a basketball championship game in which my youngest son played. This basketball program of the junior high level was sponsored by the Park District in our community.
There were two team members that will forever be fixated in my mind. One was the point guard and the other was my son, the-two guard. Our team lost that game, but it should have never been close. The point guard had great speed and some great offensive skills. My son was a great ball-handler, great free-throw shooter, and blessed with great defensive skills. This game was lost because the point guard did not do well at the point.
With too few passes on offense, he missed far too many layups. He would race down the court in Nascar speed only to miss too many uncontested layups. Such weakness was not revealed until the last game, and by then, it was too late.
The point guard was short and never learned the magic of utilizing the backboard for maximum performance. The ball would fall short of the goal where it needed to be in order to bounce into the hoop. Sometimes, basketball is all about the backboard.
041320PoSp *This happened in 1994 and was written in longhand some years later and not dated. I found this story a couple of days ago in my garage. This was written at least 10 years ago.
Regarding forgiveness, never had I heard it said in such a way as it flowed so gently from the lips of a wise woman today. From the innermost being of one so pure and noble and from one who surely practices the art of forgiveness came words most arresting and refreshing.
Unforgiveness can lay hold of its victims, forcing them into captivity for a lifetime; and in so during, no parties involved are benefited.
Regardless of the depth of our wounds or how inhumanely we have been wronged, to be truly free and whole, we must find a way to forgive others.
The wise lady said that we can approach matters of forgiveness like we deal with the loss of a loved one. We can allow the grief to saturate us to the point of never letting it go, taking it to the grave with us. Or, we can acknowledge the pain and sting of death, release the grief and move forward. Likewise, release the offending person and "move on".
The deceased one does not come back to life. The offense cannot be undone, nor does it go away any more than death or its sting of grief and loss. However, we learn to live with the loss and gracefully move on, thriving with the love of God in our heart. Also, we become candidates for the healing of others.
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no (apparent) rhyme nor reason
(satisfactorily) explains academic
disposition, ideally suited
(swiftly tailor made,
and harried styled)
unflattering venomous wicked xhenemy
(fill in choicest expletive) damn cruelest
"meanies" always in season
winter, spring, summer, or autumn,
psychological rabid
bullying and teas'n,
which only exacerbated
ma deathly coffin and wheeze'n.
Avenging beastly, eagerly,
and hungry knuckleheads, rip-snorting,
analogous to Doctor Zeus
characters, vis a vis stomped,
and trampled upon my wuss
self, who appeared as
a listless, passive, puss
see footing, and
timid complex edifice
christened Matthew Scott Harris,
who regularly got pushed,
shoved, and verbally gored
in utero potential quintessential
no salvation from Unitarian lord
ugly vicious wretched
insults liberally poured
(pre snapchat, instagram,
hash-tagged age) roared
increased spell of losing measured
necessary pridefulness scored
requisite susceptibility toward
brow beating, name
calling, plus tossed
brickbats staged early life, viz
psychological schizoid state courtesy
hateful nemesis within
corporeal lodge warred.
malevolent habitués received
permanent residency thence
"green lighted" status
since birth I cannot sense
sub billy understand
(near) total recall
particularly names
no matter offense
of classmates and/
or teacher's, hence
especially dumb
founding since defense
less "boy" did not
shine as a star student
as is if he (me)
took emotional absence.
plus to add insult
to injury, my mouth
stayed hermetically shut,
near invisibility designated nut
tin beat pluperfect
"scapegoat de jure,"
such intimidation found me
feeling thrashed in the gut
where (stellar) qualifications
only made cut
ting worse, (essentially attributed
to genetically inscribed
behaviors, characteristics,
habits, et cetera)
immediately designated yours truly
most puny, and
quietest convenient but
of any atheistic, ethnic,
and/or idiotic jokes.
Your words they stand eternally,
They’re words that cannot simply leave
They sink into my memory
Like stones set on misery
Tried to make some good of them,
Found it hard to call you a friend
Your truth was so bold
Time lost in their cold
Why do we smile so easy
For a photograph?
Why can’t life just be
Like a photograph?
You say no offense
No offense taken,
No, no heart broken
I’m strong, oh I’m stronger than the mouth that spoke
No heart broken
Do not awaken
A soul that’s about to choke-
Cause I will smile on...
I can't be what you make of me
I will smile on
No offense taken, with me
No offense taken, with me
Ghosts are haunting all my fears
Bursting at the gleam of tears
Can’t you see I’ve lived by it?
Made use of it, use of it?
Oh, has it changed you around?
No, don’t try to take it down
The hurt is set in stone
So let it sink alone
Why do we smile so easy
For a photograph?
Why can’t life just be
Like a photograph?
No offense taken,
No, no heart broken
I’m strong, oh I’m stronger than the mouth that spoke
No heart broken
Do not awaken
A soul that’s about to choke-
I will smile on
I won't be what you make of me
I will smile on
No offense taken with me
No offense taken
With me,
With me,
With me…
It's funny, she thinks.
Funny how you were the one
Begging to be trusted;
Showing offense
in realizing that she didn't.
It's funny, she thinks,
And here's why:
You begged her to trust you
And as the days grew on,
She did exactly that.
But now she's sitting here,
Waiting patiently for your return.
And she's holding on
To a hope that seems futile.
She's crying herself to sleep,
Every single night
Praying you return to her
As you promised you would.
Because when you begged her to trust you,
And she finally did,
You became an important factor in her life,
While to you,
She was nothing but a pass of time.
You meant the world to her,
But you couldn't even give her the time of day.
It's funny, she thinks,
How pathetic she is.
If you were to come back,
She'd accept you in a heartbeat
Because she still trusts you,
And she'll always be waiting.
Take me to church.
I'm here not to find God.
but to see the carcass of littered stink
in the altar men raised above God
where fiscal appraisal justifies spiritual enlightenment
Take me to church.
This isn't where God lives.
but an abode of jackals waiting to devour unsuspecting prey.
whose only offense is finding solace where it no longer exists
whose end will be in the belly of the beast
Take me to church.
I seek no refuge,
but to ride high on chariots of chaos
taking on the mantle dropped by previous prophets
banishing the demons that dwell in
Take me to church.
to the graveyard of silence
Let me give it a voice.
one that lasts forever
one so loud to the celestial
blowing the trumpet
Let there be rapture.
for I come now
I am the Messiah.
---This verse is split into 3 parts - it is officially called The Onion Trilogy! I hope you find this clever, silly and flavorful
--- make sure not to cry when reading my poem! I was teary eyed while writing this! J/K
Black Onions - poem #1
Hey, no racism
Involved - I burnt the onions
My eyes wince with pain
Hey, no offense, man
I'm not crying - chill out, dude
Kick back and relax!
Pink Onions - poem #2
I'm a funny guy
What's wrong with the color 'pink'?
Don't miss out! Try it!
No homo - pink's cool
Pink is a nice color, bud!
You don't believe me? (Oh well!)
Green Onions (poem #3)
Original, no?
Really good with meals and shtuff!
Drink the soup - you're sick!
I used to garden
I believe we planted this!
Green onions are good!
They're green and healthy
You should put it in your soup
Keep brewing sick lines (you get the pun? - sick)
I was a young boy
When I ordered my kid's food -
Baked potato (with green onions sprinkled on top! Yum! My mouth's watering now!!)