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The feeling of excitement while taking a walk.
People could feel it too as I was walking by.
Everywhere I went the energy went with me.
Even the traffic was moving like an oiled machine.
But the back of my neck was getting dirty gritty.
Like the time I spent in the "Grandiose Appelona".
It is true that I was a teenager without a clue.
I finally learned how to read between the lines.
Flying on a wing and a prayer when I turned around.
Started to believe in giving a little of something back.
There is a treasure in the people coming together.
For like the falling snow peace can fall on the land!
11/29/2020
Bird in a guilded cage, a broken heart, a solitary soul
Road less travelled, a soul full of longing, my heart bleeds
On a wing and a prayer, my heart is a lonely hunter, a weary soul
Kiss the rose, look into my eyes
Endless words, my heart laid bare
No man is an island, tears fall like rain
Words that were left unspoken, over and over again
It's never too late to change, wish upon a star
Near and dear to my heart, when all is said and done
Give it a whirl, as time passes by, my soul is weeping, weeping
Stop and smell the roses, till the end of time
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May 9, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Cliches/"Broken Wings"
Copyright Protected, ID 05-671-486-09
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
If I Ruled The World
Proving souls mettle life elapsed that being in disaccord,
Let us confirm the presence of each other multi-colored,
Give a righteous opportunity for all to justly share,
Equitably, separate terms on a wing and a prayer,
Reinvent a world from disarray also disillusion,
Let all be convinced in a better future, hearts infusion,
Enjoying fashioned comfort together and security,
Truly, rooves o'er heads, bellies well-nourished, lifetime surety,
Laborers lifestyle concludes with an automated new world,
Encountering goodness, nature, others, set in a dreamworld,
Disproving spoils of Earth and that genuine malevolence,
Relieved ills, ensure benevolence, I hope its prevalence.
2020 August 25
*10th Place*
If I Ruled The World
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke
Some are smooth, as smooth as a song,
While others are spiked like a boot,
And some are ripe, ready for now,
Ripe as a plump freshly picked fruit.
Some are mounds of a hill full of beauty,
While a few are as flat as a bat,
And a couple, here and there, are all over the shop,
Sort of a wild bric a brac.
Some poke right out for everyone to see,
No user manual needed there,
While others are hidden nowhere to be seen,
Only found on a wing and a prayer.
But all of them make me feel happy and free,
As free as a bird in the sky.
I love every one, each colourful joy,
I love every newly born butterfly.
I tried to cage the muse
I tried to cage the silverbird
I tried to hide the puma
I tried to hide the eagle
I tried to hide the art in I
I tried to pen just but a little
The cumulative pressure
The cumulative effect
I almost lost I..
Hitting the ground without a chute
Hitting the ground running
The guy on a wing and a prayer
Jehovah you are Elshaddai
You are My provider
I do now soar unhindered
I always want to soar free
I love the wind on my face
The scribble of mine pen
Gives I unrivaled joy
For art should never be caged
Its akin to stifling out
The very breath of life
Its akin to forfeiting life itself
An artist minus the art
....
Is like a zombie..
No flames of life..
No sparks of love..
An artist free your soul
Heed to your calling
Free thee from the chains
Don't sell thine soul
To an-others path
Roy you are but
A resource beneath
A cloud..
#Liberty Systems
Code 254
Ackmi Luis
Across the roaring 40’s
I sail
I fly
She’s in a hurry
To reach out
That Southern land
Like a horse
That knows the way home
She bucks
She sways
Her cloth
Slides across the wind
Hell or high
I will make sure
We harbour
The leeward side
And the Jack tars will sing
Hey ho
Here we go boys
Hold your breeches
And heave ho
Hold ya breeches
And heave ho
With white knuckles
I hold that wheel
As helmsman
I fear breaching
I won’t let it go
The wind
She blows
The waves
They tower
Nothing will stop me
Heading Over
That rising sun
And the Jack tars will sing
Hey ho
Here we go boys
Hold you breeches
And heave ho
Hold ya breeches
And heave ho
Swinging through the rigging
I take me time
To set a working sail
Up here
With Albatross
And god
I ‘am sailing
Through time
On a wing and a prayer
And the Jack tars will sing
Hey ho
Here we go boys
Hold your breeches
And heave ho
Hold ya breeches
And heave ho
Land ho
The call is made
There she be
That Southern land
Soon we’ll be safe
For sure
Me mates
On the leeward side
We"ll harbour
And the jack tars will sing
Hey ho
Here we go boys
Hold your breeches
And heave ho
Hold ya breeches
And heave ho
Trevor Jed Engelson Unwittingly...
launched Meghan Markle into royalty
American divorcee
catapulted from “AA” to “Zed”
at break neck speed, and with cachet wed
Prince Harry, and soon
twill begetting, bestowing,
and bewitching her
chromo somal thread
(complementing, furthering, and
weaving together "Quod Erat
Demonstrandum", or QED
for short) within United Kingdom
coat of arms, perhaps
naming the first heir Ned,
and according one online
dictionary definition and ken
translates as French
(Old English) name Eadmund,
meaning rich or happy,
and protective akin
to a mother hen,
not just mollycoddling
hatchlings, but even
shelling out care
on a wing and a prayer
long after offspring
fly the coop and been
fending for themselves,
perhaps merely earning
chicken scratch wage,
assigning doomed fate,
sans cooked usage
if perchance "chick(s)"
go thru a foul stage
within their duff
fenceless hierarchy,
where pecking order doth rage
worse case scenario, would presage
finding errant peep(s)
sent to gaol,
not much bigger than a bird cage,
unless they comprise
noble henny age,
ideally taken in as a pet
by newly bridled
Duchess of Sussex
treated like totally
tubularly true blue blood
with opulent accommodations
(cheaply) tricked out
with life size Tyrannosaurus Rex
(spoiler alert: actually done
with special effe Hex
with latest computer graphics
showing rippling reptiles flex
sing and holo
graphic smoky mirrors)
intending "FAKE"
balances and checks
to boondoggle aggressive paparazzi,
one of whom includes
Meghan Markle's ex.
An incredible journey, a delightful insight,
Performing under the big top,
Flying through air, on a wing and a prayer,
Hanging just like a plumb bob,
And the tent is in black, all lights are on you,
Dressed in your leather costume,
Every eye in the house cradles your frame,
Hoping you don’t fall to your doom,
But you manage to fly, with invisible truth,
You manage to belong in the air,
Growing your wings where wings shouldn’t be,
Holding hands with someone upstairs,
And the crowd, well they don’t believe what they saw,
The crowd you know you’ve deceived,
Because the applause is enormous, bigger than big,
For you, on the Flying Trapeze.
Gikuyu the father of the peoples
Came down from the heavens
Accompanied by a spirit - Nyaga
They came to this realm earth..
The soul Gikuyu and the spirit..
Journeyed from the land of light..
Touching down on the sacred mountain
Kerenyaga - they surveyed the land.. Bururi
It was home to beautiful ridges and valleys
Spoke the spirit Nyaga.. Son this is all yours
Tend the soil its your inheritance..
Surprised for the spirit had been silent..
Silent from the beginning of the journey
Only issuing telepathic communication
Gikuyu turned to where the spirit stood
Now stood the heartbeast - Ostrich
Then the Supreme deity - Mwene nyaga
Addressed gikuyu thus.. Man master the land
The land will offer you life and possessions
From today you are a mortal your immortality
Nonetheless rest in your soul... in your blood
I have bestowed dominion over all..
Whenever you or your descendants are in need
They shall come to the sacred mountain and offer
A sacrifice to the supreme creator Ngai Murungu
You and the spirit Nyaga owe obeyance to Ngai...
The seers in their wisdom say life came from
Water, Earth, Air, Fire and a foreign element
They use the symbol of the ostrich.. Esoteric
They say life- muoyo.. came with Nyaga.. Ostrich
code 254
LKN
Thoome wairegi
King's Counsel
I moved onto the farm when I was eleven,
To the farm eroded of trees.
I’d stand on the hill in the middle of summer,
Unshaded in a blistering breeze.
Then the winter shook hands and my work it began,
Iron barrow, saplings, and a spade.
I planted, I nurtured, hundreds of trees,
Before I realised I’d been betrayed.
It took a plague of rabbits a week to destroy,
Every tree in my little plantation.
So I replanted each tree, surrounded with plastic,
In a war of land occupation.
Then the sheep we had, broke through a fence,
And devoured every little one.
Damn, new strategy, wire mesh for each,
The regrowth had, now, just begun.
Then a drought, “you’re kidding” every tree turned to dust,
Every tree I’d planted with care.
The drought broke when I was fifteen, so I replanted the hill,
Replanted on a wing and a prayer.
Now, thirty years since, you can’t see the hill anymore,
It’s blanketed by leaves on the trees.
You can now stand on the hill in the middle of summer,
Shaded with a cool, calm, comfortable breeze.