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Twiggy painted her lids white,
then drew the lines~
black brushstrokes stretching
beyond the corners,
as if her eyes were always
mid-flight, escaping
the confines of her face.
A trick of angles,
the way those lashes spiked
like radio antennae
searching for a signal
in the static of the decade.
Every blink became
a semaphore,
a Morse code of mascara
saying look at me
without needing
to speak.
Every mirror was a protest.
Every kohl line, a rebellion
against the softness
they expected us
post war girls to wear.
We girls copied the shape
with shaky hands,
practicing rebellion
in bathroom mirrors~
sharpening our glances
into weapons.
It was never just about the eyes.
It was about new identities
we claimed with
our orbits of rebellion.
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There's soon to Be a President
By Franklin Price
12/9/2016
There's soon to be a president, the kind we've never had before.
Speaks of many ways and means, this country should explore
Never been a politician, or General of note;
Ran to make America great again, to save a sinking boat
Not interested in money. He's a multi-billionaire
Has foregone the paltry salary of the presidential chair.
Tired of greedy politicians as so many of us are,
Not a practicing attorney, who should have never passed the bar
He now is in the process of picking out his team.
Many of them also rich; so wealth is not their scheme;
Can concentrate on jobs at hand and really get things done.
We chose him 'cause he's different, now let's see if he's the one.
There are many people talking, who are more than just concerned.
Should look at past administrations to see how we've been burned
With misdirected wars, healthcare that really doesn't work
Still are many people saying, Trump is nothing but a jerk.
The establishment in Washington has shown us many jerks
They're In the House and Senate; many only for the perks.
Guided by the lobbyists, in the pockets of the rich,
They say that Trump will be a problem. Now isn't life a *****?
Congress, listen to the people, after all we put you there.
Better start to work for us again, to show us that you care.
Don't be the chock, beneath the wheel, that keeps us on the ground
If so, the next election, you will no longer be around.
We're tired of your finagling, your graft and royal greed
A massive change in Washington is what the people need
Have voted a new president who's saying just the same
I pray that we the people, once again, are in the game.
The first time I lost my mind,
I was standing in the rain.
The second time the song remained the same.
My brother told me all you’ll ever need is family,
Then he walked away and was never seen again.
And that old record always skip the exact same place,
33 1/3, or 45, or even at 78.
It only skips when it’s raining.
.
My daddy taught me how to never care.
My mother taught me how to talk to the ones that were not there.
Yet I’m still looking every time and everywhere.
And life has taught me not to trust the ones that say they care.
And all my black eyes came from shadow boxing in the air.
.
So I walk away,
And I don’t cry.
Spend my days and my nights,
Practicing goodbye.
Goodbye can only hurt you when it’s raining.
The stakes are being raised.
Mistakes are being made.
And the song remains the same it never changes.
That old record always skips at the same old place.
And I guess it’s time to say goodbye it’s raining.
... first time I lost my mind I was standing in the rain.
Each time the song remained the same.
If I could only whet my mind,
And simply turn the page.
I know he’s too small to reach but Popeye did it.
He has some friends you know, Peaches and Bandit.
You don’t know them because they just moved here,
but I heard them downstairs when I was nowhere near.
Peaches is a big Great Dane like our old dog Patton.
Bandit is a friend from our old house in Manhattan.
Popeye knew he needed Peaches to give him and Bandit a prop;
so he climbed the back of his friend and onto the counter top.
How did he get to the top of the fridge? That’s a cinch.
He’s been practicing his high jump to get every inch.
A small running start and Bandit was there to spring off his back.
Like a superhero Popeye soared and knocked down a snack.
I came down as soon as I heard the shatter of the cookie urn.
And don’t worry, I told his two friends they could never return!
5/5/2016
Tall Tales Contest - judged on 5/17/2016
“Not even with a mask or 6 feet.
OK, 6 feet is military protocol.
You’re trying to get the people to train them
so when the cameras,
the 5G come out,
when they’re going to scan everybody.
We got to get scanned,
we got to get temperatured,
the kids have to go to school with masks.”
She posited a question
that she might have been asked herself.
“Are you insane?
Are you crazy?
I think all of you should
be in a psych ward right the heck now
. Because none of you,
none of you know
what the hell you a
re talking about.
This is insane.
And then you want to
open the meeting with a prayer to God.
Are you praying to the devil?
Because God
is not listening to that prayer.
Because all of you are
practicing the devil’s love.”
“What happened to Bill Gates?
Why is he not in jail?
Why is Hillary Clinton not in jail?
Why are all these pedophiles that are demanding
you all to listen to their rules,
why are they not in jail?
Why is Obama not in jail
What about Joe Biden
And Hunter Biden too
And Obama gate
And don’t forget Bhenzai
Why are all these pedophiles that are demanding
you all to listen to their rules,
why are they not in jail?
Do you take your orders from Jeffry Epstein?
“Oh, is it because you’re part of them?…
Oh, is it because you’re art part of them
Are you reptilian shapeshifters
The deep state is going down
and if any of you are in the deep state,
you’re going down with it.”
“I’d like to say, in the beginning God
formed man out of the earth
and breathed his breath in him
and he became a living soul,
“Oh, is it because you’re part of them?…
The deep state is going down
and if any of you are in the deep state,
you’re going down with it.”
“I’d like to say, in the beginning
God formed man out of the earth
and breathed his breath in him
and he became a living soul,
“Where do you derive
the authority to regulate human breathing?”
“I have many questions
about your degrees
and what you really know,
because what you say is the political dogma
that they’re trying to shove down our throats
on every commercial and every store,
and it’s disgusting,”
And I’m sorry, ma’am,
but I don’t think you are worthy of your credentials
and I would ask suggestively
that you go back to school and get educated.”
It’s not your mistake, you did nothing,
For every problem we were facing, we should’ve done something.
Instead of keeping everything inside our hearts; letting us shatter,
Talking with each other, could’ve made everything better!
We should’ve scrutinized each other’s, both the sides,
It’s an essential step for a happy life, I recently realised.
But it’s not your fault, I know you were just scared of getting caught,
While searching for a happy life, which, with me you never got.
Everything best for both of us, I know, you always thought.
You definitely had rights to choose your own life and I’m glad you had courage to give it a shot.
In my childhood, dreaming of spending my entire life with you is all I ever wanted,
But for unfortunate circumstances, practicing a life without you is something I should’ve sorted.
If I would’ve done that…Today, I would’ve known how to deal,
With you and our relationship, which neither of us could heal.
Guilty and lonely, is all now I feel…
The Ballerina
Out on a limb, so nimble and quick, and so beautiful
and full of grace, a youthful ballerina who won’t quit
in this fleeting moment when she is the “Star”
and relies on her heart’s adamant desire
throughout this treacherous love affair on the stage
as her heart engages in a jealousy’s rage (as time flies by),
and she dies a thousand deaths after practicing so hard,
fighting tooth and nail with the beast to be stronger
and more energetic and elegantly more than the rest,
while shunning the pleasures of life’s fruitless rewards
and tells herself she’s better than that and gives her all,
and a little more (summoned up from the depths of her soul)
to win the applause the audience responds with,
because ballerinas grow old, ever so quickly.
Don't speak of God's redemptive healing
while practicing competitions in marketing fear,
and self-righteous anger,
and xenophobic hate.
Don't expect voices for democratic integrity
from bodies raised for overpowering secular mendacity.
Don't listen for wealthy cooperation indoors
where speakers shout in supremacy against healthy outdoor profits
and prophets.
Don't anticipate ecological health
where no theological wealth
has gone before
to prepare love's multicultural way.
Don't expect us to invite your messages
without prior investment in cooperatively mediating channels.
Don't hope for ecstatic transport
without enchanting everyday polypathic communion
right where and when and why you HereNow already are.
Don't invest faith in secular wonders
without first finding a sanctuary
caring for internal sacred awe.
Don't hope for celebrating outdoor public voices
without divesting of competing inside private tyrants.
Don't speak of love
while practicing hate
with tools of fear.
Don't curse or even talk
where you have not yet sacred walked.
February 27 Scripture Meditations Based on 1Samuel 13-16
Key Verse – 1Samuel 13:13 … For now would the LORD have established thy kingdom …
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ESTABLISHING ME IN YOUR PLAN
Thank You for establishing me in Your plan’s foundation
Where I must stand with my assured salvation
That is anchored upon Your righteousness’ holy fortification
In practicing my faith for fruitful action.
Thank You for establishing me in Your plan’s goal
Where I must abide with my redeemed soul
That is purposed upon Your compassion’s loving role
In praising You for making me whole.
Thank You for establishing me in Your plan’s endeavour
Where I must stay with my dedicated service-fervour
That is focused on offering unto You my sacrifice of sweet savour
In pursuing after Your eternal favour.
Thank You for establishing me in Your plan’s goodness
Where I must cleave to with my sincere prayerfulness
That is blessed by Your caring kindness
In prevailing over unbelief, boredom, and slothfulness.
Thank You for establishing me in Your plan’s fulfillment
Where I must delight in with my heavenly investment
That is prospered by Your Word settlement
In persevering midst hardships through biblical commitment.
Thank You for establishing me in Your plan’s victory
Where I must labour for with Your entrusted ministry
That is powered by Your Gospel story
In bearing fruits by Your grace and for Your glory.
February 27, 2022
1G, 2G, 3G, 4!
Keep the wheel spinning
We have to have more, more, more!
GENERATIONS, GENERATIONS, give us more, I say
How about 5?
This is what we need: fast, faster, fastest
Ooooh! Now we are alive!
More ready access for swift swiping
One through four were great but 5 is living
Dead to the incontestable reality
Just an illusion, all this fancy glossed over technology
Old and watered down, just mere reflections of Ancient Kemet
Now, what is all the hoopla for when health is compromised and
COVID-19 is in it?
Birds and bees sucker punched and disoriented with 3 and 4
Now, man is practicing social distancing because of ignorance and a want—what an evil conjuring like never before
MADNESS, MADNESS spinning all around
From China to Italy and America, no tissue, Lysol or Doritos can be found
STOP! Unplug from this insidious darkness
AWAKEN! Plug into sweet luminousness