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Just trying to live up to a dream
I have got many problems at hand
To handle if I shall keep safe the home
May be with many absent loyal people around
The scary tale I can not tell
Gets me going to no where
Than been put through hell
The best I can have as a nightmare
What if there are no enemies
Of all logics buried into my head
Hints to hunt my precious atrocities
In deal of fair play getting all fed
Trying to fight for a prophecy
Getting into the book
I am not sure its skin won't be destroyed to hook
And hit the state of its being- a fallacy
Where no going back is a sin
And a trust is disrespectful to the snitch
Looking up beyond having faith so thin
Bringing justice to play games of the motherer
Who needs someone to lie to
As to get his aim global
To see his real self through unblooded you
Of many unrecognizable marks that are tribal
Like tattoo designed for a deadly trip
Known only to the leader of the group
And a lie above others level to grip
Let alone have the right clue to a save route cum coup
Traveling far his honor beyond reach
To end his own world while looking for a good life
Trying to listen makes him have no speech
I know many guys still gonna see your corpse and laugh
Tell me if you like it
When all the s you crazy for
See you against the best fit
Hiding you forever between sores
And you wander like a kite
Dancing unto breeze dictate
Pretending the holder's logic's control is uptight
Till it get lost watching the wait...
R. I. P... Tolu
If every tongue were stilled the stones would turn and sing
For as the Father has willed so too shall His only Son bring
Curing all the desperately ill, enabling the blind to now see
Eight Beatitudes from atop a hill as later He'll a calm a sea
Seeking out a woman at a well or a tax collector in a tree
They would then go to tell how the Lord had set them free
All those demons Jesus cast out like the one's here today
And yet people sink in doubt and don't even bother to pray
He walked on that turbulent sea and commanded the wind
Dying to set us free as it was only He who had not sinned
Just the power in such a voice and such a love in His Heart
Look at how His People rejoice in knowing they are a part
He changed hearts, minds and ways He can change you too
You owe him all your praise despite the conclusion you drew
Changing water into wine such a transformation that's true
Pickled by an earthly brine is not what He planned for you
I sat, all peaceful and calm
It was in the evening and it was warm
I opened a book and turned a few pages
Then, I let out a sign and let my mind make up images
I was bored
I felt old
Sitting always in the orangery
Sitting and waiting like the lonely
I turned my head and looked at the skies
And I dreamed of paradise
I dreamed of angels
Laughing and chiming bells
Of Gods and Goddesses
Being all in love and ageless
Of Time and its eternal nature
Of each day being like an adventure
Of protection
From all abomination
Of beauty
In its immensity
A life in paradise
For such I did wish
For such I did yearn
A life lived like the butterflies
All graceful, with talent in bountiful
With solace and grace
A life lived by writing many a poem
Many, many, many more of them!
Why, should we be envious of the other world
Someday we shall be there
Someday we shall be there
Pray, have faith in the reward that we shall earn!
This is truly an imaginary piece
thinking of myself on earth alone
no one else is left living anywhere
not a sound heard not even a groan
No electricity, gas, or any such resources
glad I've blankets to wrap around
the summer's ok but winter's awful
it's so eery not even heard a sound
I would go to the U.S. or Australia
just to get some sun and heat
but no means of travel to anywhere
anywhere I can go is on two feet
I've still got some fertile ground
so can grow veg and a few fruit
enough to keep going at least for now
thankfully things grow from the root
My health is amazingly so very good
I've thought about this that I won't die
but if I do there's nobody to bury me
on my own forever, I can only ask why?
(This came about when thinking what if I could live forever but everyone else had left earth by death and I was the only one left)
i was chosen for the next moon landing
and my co-passengers arrived at the meeting
in lightweight space suits
but i wore my black leather jacket
to show my contempt for space
i speak to anyone in similar attire
in supermarket queues i've jumped
to tell a co-customer i like that
the world beard and moustache championships were postponed
due to the covid-19 pandemic
tailored jackets are in
and jacket potatoes are overrated
can't wear a fedora 'til your seventies; i
am the Fonz jumping sharks on water skis
in my leather jacket
but i'll tell you who's not cool -
the flapjack octopus
i took the kids to a magic show
i wore it there;
to show my contempt for fun
Spare a dollar for your thoughts,”
her angelic voice murmured.
His callused hands — firm,
visibly burdened.
“My stomach’s in knots, I’m distraught —
when will my heart stop hurtin’?”
She slides over a coffee-stained napkin;
he grabs it without askin’.
Three small words it simply stated:
Own your story.
He grinned and waited.
“What does this mean, young girl?”
She brushed her silk hair,
tightened her bow.
“That’s for you to find out —
only you’ll know.”
A smile at last came across his face.
“Can I at least get a name?
You can’t leave without a trace.”
She looked in his eyes and said,
“You’ll see me again.”
The man thought — if not now, then when?
The girl straightened her white dressing gown,
got up and left the diner downtown.
For if the man sees her again, he will never know —
some stories are best left untold.
Standing with defiance,
as a woman on her own.
Like the young Mr. Dylan,
she too was a rolling stone.
Star of the screen and stage,
her moves of sweet suspense.
Known for her high energy,
and musical reverence.
Icons of the era,
call her Queen of Thunderdome,
She got what she wanted,
and made the world her home.
The memory of her,
rolling on the river.
The honor of character,
not a taker but giver.
Now forever on video,
again she'll be all the rage.
For the new generation,
a bright star of the stage.
date: 6/18/23
Contest: What's Love Got To Do With It ?
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“Impeach, Impeach” the chorus grows
Wise is the phrase “What I shall reap is what I sow”,
Show me the way, find me a door,
For this great stage I crave no more.
God know’s I’ve tried, perhaps too much
To put the world to rights and such
Is my reward, forlorn by friend and foe
I’ve never in my life felt so very low.
What will I do, how should I act,
Shall I perhaps try dignity and tact?
But why now fall for this vile ruse
To be sidelined, become a mere recluse?
Let me stand tall, tell them what’s what,
If I recall they did sign squarely on the dot,
I’ll show them how it still can be,
To have the greatest President our world will surely ever see.
She walks with grace and elegance,
Her every step a dance of joy,
A woman of strength and resilience,
Her spirit free, her heart pure as gold.
Her eyes are deep pools of mystery,
Reflecting the depths of her soul,
Her smile a ray of warm sunshine,
That lights up even the darkest of days.
Her voice is music to the ears,
Soft and soothing like a lullaby,
Yet powerful enough to move mountains,
And inspire the world to greatness.
She is a force to be reckoned with,
A warrior in her own right,
Her courage and determination,
A beacon of hope in times of strife.
For she is a woman, strong and true,
A symbol of love and hope,
A shining example of all that's good,
In a world that sometimes seems so dark.
So here's to the women of the world,
The mothers, sisters, daughters, and friends,
May we honor and cherish them always,
And stand beside them until the very end.
I’d been a singer for many, many years,
More often than not, at the local clubs and bars.
Then it happened one day, and through all the happy tears
I realized that I’d made it…I was finally a star.
I loved being noticed and written about by the press.
It was as if all of my dreams had come true.
I was as famous as they came, a huge success.
From high on my perch, I had a beautiful view.
For years, I made more money than I could possibly spend,
And I had the fortune of living the good life.
But it all came with a price, and in the very end
My fame took its toll on me, my kids, and my wife.
I didn’t mind the autographs once in a while,
And the scheduled appearances were also fun.
But as time went on, it got harder to keep a smile.
I just didn’t have enough to give to everyone.
I couldn’t go the park with my wife and kids
Without being surrounded by a bunch of fans.
It was amazing to see that no matter what I did
I couldn’t spend the day just being a normal man.
I just wanted to be able to go to the store
And go shopping with my family without the noise.
It got to the point where I couldn’t take any more.
I just wanted a normal life for my wife and boys.
As my friend once said, I’m a prisoner of my own fame.
He was right, you know…so I had to retire.
Things for me will never again be the same,
Which is great…my spirits have never been higher.