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I want to find a Boo-Boo
for my Smokey Bear
So now that you’re aware
of this just stop your
staring at me
Please hear my plea
Next time you
talk to Yogi
ask him ‘bout a
Boo-Boo Bear for
Smokey
The forest fires burn
burn, burn, burn, burn
Keep tryin’ to contain them
but those whack-a-moles
yearn to be free
Please listen to me
Next time you
talk to Yogi
ask him ‘bout a
Boo-Boo Bear for
Smokey
Smokey needs a
Boo-Boo Bear so
when he retires
he’ll take over his work
preventing forest fires
Can’t you see?
Please hear my plea
Next time you
talk to Yogi
ask him ‘bout a
Boo-Boo Bear for
Smokey
Drink deep from an uncaring mother's breast
As the sole consolation prize for the sin of aging
Break yourself upon a wave of malice
Sweeping the unworthy along for a ride
And thus, some men are born as magnets
To attract a certain type to them
How many hammer blows can a sheet take
Before breaking and requiring reforging?
Thus does God cradle me in his lucky embrace
Handing me opportunities perhaps unearned
Allowing me to skate by unscathed in so many ways
In exchange for all the other ways that make it through
A pillar of Luck, both good and bad
To roll one number shy of the winning one
Is also a form of incredible luck
Take solace in knowing you're lucky
Hammer fall, hammer blow
Pound me into mochi and dye me with your matcha
Soft and malleable; a perfect flavor of your choosing
And tear me apart with those perfectly straight teeth
For the sin of overstepping
For the sin of being born lacking chemicals
For the sin of desiring you
For the sin of being one man
Slammed against the ocean floor
An endless rain of hammer blows pounds me into the sand
Worn down by the abrasive crystals
And born anew as sea glass by your wave
"Break yourself upon my wave," you laugh
As six months pass with startling realizations
Craving more, but not from your farm
A brutal tyrant burns down a forest
Your cinnamon poison courses through me
As I forsake medicine in exchange for it
Depressant upon depression
To kill my brain to save my liver
Endlessly gazing forward to stop myself from giving up
When does forward end?
When do I see I spent my life saving myself up
Merely to leave a prettier body behind?
Are you watching, O Sainted Phoenix?
Was forsaking you the event that set me on a cursed timeline?
Was that the moment I should have looked forward
Instead of self-medicating?
Endlessly lost in logic loops
Preventing me from choosing either happiness or despair
Living in a constant state of static stasis
Breaking myself upon your waves.
Something has entered the field
System registered high alert
All stations locked and loaded
To experience an unknown hurt
Trained to react to all invaders
Defensive and shielded at the gate
Heart is guarded by golden light
So that pain and suffering never endure hate
Change was supposed to come
An upgrade to transmission
How can restoration come to stay
If loosh is released in every emission
The key is in the pause of patience
Waiting and seeing the flow
The pattern will eventually surface
Revealing where all worms go
Replication to overwhelming the system
So that no interface can take place
Preventing rescue from outside sources
Is how the sticky snake likes to lace
We are saved from within, through patience
When we see, we stand with TRUTH against lies
The blood of LOVE has filled the fears
And our testimony radiates til our enemy dies
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-29-20266
I OPENED A DOOR
AND FOUND MYSELF
STANDING ON WHAT SEEMED
LIKE A MILLION ACRES
OF FARM LAND.
THE TEMPERATURE
FELT VERY HOT.
I WOULD SAY
IN THE HIGH EIGHTIES.
AND HUMID, VERY HUMID.
LIKE MID WEST HUMIDITY
IN LATE JULY
OR EARLY AUGUST.
I WAS WAITING
FOR THE CLOUDS TO UNLEASH
THAT MID SUMMER
THUNDER STORM
AND TO MAGICALLY
BRING THE FIELDS TO LIFE.
WHAT REALLY
SEEMED OUT OF PLACE
WAS THIS BEAUTIFUL STRETCH
OF LAND WAS COMPLETELY
BARE OF ALL VEGETATION.
AS FAR AS THE EYE COULD SEE.
IN EVERY DIRECTION.
NO CROPS.
NO GREEN FIELDS.
NO FARMING MACHINERY.
NO WATERING SYSTEM.
NO INDICATION
OF LIFE OF ANY KIND.
I HAD TO ASK MYSELF
THE QUESTION
WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON?
WAS I IN THE FUTURE
OR THE PAST.
THIS COULDN'T POSSIBLY
BE PRESENT DAY.
OR WAS IT?
PRESENT DAY IN THE FUTURE?
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF
WAS THIS LAND NOT NEEDED?
WAS THERE AN ABUNDANCE
OF FOOD SUPPLY?
WAS THIS LAND
DELIBERATELY
UN FARMED
TO CREATE A FOOD SHORTAGE?
WHY WAS I HERE?
WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO SEE
IF THERE IS NOTHING TO SEE?
AT THE SAME TIME
I SEE LOSS OF LIFE,
EVEN IF, IT'S ONLY CROPS.
IN A WAY I SEE
THE STARVATION
OF FARM LAND.
PREVENTING MOTHER NATURE
FROM PRODUCING
OR REPRODUCING LIFE.
LIFE IS GREAT,
FANTASTIC,
INCREDIBLE
AND AT TIMES
UNBELIEVABLE.
THIS SCENIC VISION IS
UN BELIEVABLE.
SIMPLY.... UNBELIEVABLE.
Michael E.Harris
02172021
I don't crave to come off as arrogant or conceited.
However, as I've come to realize, no one is ceded
Is it a matter of money or power and control?
Which one do you prefer? Is it a blessing or a scold?
Making blunders is simpler than being perfect.
Strain not to endeavor to be flawless if you're upset
Essentially pick the right course and proceed
But don't back at returning at a similar speed.
Everyone strives to be skilled with a high degree.
Everyone aspires to achieve fresh levels of efficiency.
Determination is needed to achieve significance.
Will all observe your battle yet never show a difference?
Crows are said to be drawn to the beauty of Peacock.
As recently said, nobody is perfect, wouldn't you mock?
Consider the possibility of both success and glory.
You must be strong and resolute in preventing tragedy.
Written: August 9, 2021
A Brian Strand Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Population patterns in history line
A fold
That general Assembly
Has no peaceful minds hiding
Just as just a study
A must I interfere?
That's a head count happened.
Poor man's oath to wait it out and relay.
A 2 nd parallel beneath the 1st?
Since February of 2025 after the delay
for stated move in dates prior to Jan thru August 2024
Obstructing legislations passage in
California homekey qualifies a minimum
6 months of evidence in the willful
collection of bribes by employed Californians.
Rules as laws in reading legal headlines
defined by regulation of Republican policy shift
This shift in labor policy counters
Trial and error of time under Democratic policy
Zero Budget exists for grants of yesterday or salary
Suggested
No department transfers prepared
Then bribery is accounted for as precaution
To statement
Fact in science of math and letters from history
Let it be noted in speculation laws preventing
speculation that following private citizens
rights and manners is evidence against
When your wrong
You may not correct the truth
The girl of my dreams, who but she could understand
of that deep desire, as a burning fire, for her hand
her hand in friendship, her hand there always to hold
her hand in mine, our souls as one, smelted as with gold
The girl of my dreams, who but she could understand
always to be by her side, never to run and never to hide
a true soul mate, through thick and thin, oath of a bride
with trust and loyalty that only loving souls could abide
The girl of my dreams, who but she could understand
that growing void in my conscience, is but a reflection of my fear
a fear that paralyzes my ability, preventing me to express my care
but you are my healer and rightfully so, to whom my heart calls dear
You girl of my dreams, were created as perfect as can be
given a mission to help me be complete, and to eventually see
your love and warmth, these qualities how they do provide
this ability for me to overcome, my own shallowness resting inside
You my better half, fashioned for me, by whom else but the One above
my life has new meaning, since you choose to share with me your love
know my dear this truth, even if my love for you could be divided in two
nothing would change, for it could never remove all the love I have for you
Once envoys carried messages, betwixt those Royal thrones of Kings.
Scrolls of vellum parchments, all bearing wax insignia, impressed with signet rings.
These symbols of authenticity, made safe passage, through far flung foreign fields.
Where chivalry of gallant knights gave sanctuary, armed with swords and shields.
While Kings and Queens spoke of those deeds, by proclamation, made them law.
Preventing bloodshed needlessly, upon battlefields of war.
Once, candle flames on red wax, and signet rings, were used in days gone by.
Now those documents of state are stamped, by die and counter die.
Where independance from the past, the President holds sway.
This National Symbol of the United States, hangs proudly on display.
From Now On
From now on I’ll think twice—or thrice—
before I say what’s on my mind.
So often my two grandkids wind
up laughing at me. That’s the price
I pay when just whatever pops
into my head comes spilling out.
I plant in others’ minds the doubt
that my brain works and never STOPS!
From now on I’ll pray fervently
When others ask, “What do you think?”
When I respond before I link
my brain and mouth, so frequently
my thoughts will be ill-formed or quite
judgmental. God requires more care
and thoughtfulness from me. A prayer,
however brief, will take the bite
from my opinions, making me
an asset to those in my life,
preventing me from causing strife
with thoughtless words. Prayer is the key.
May 26, 2018, entered in Nayda Ivette Negron's From Now On Contest
It’s quite compelling how the felon becomes the victim expelling any responsibility or failings
just innocence sailing the calm then encountering harm that false charm preventing any lessons or altered behaviour progressively ascending confidence but cons are dense
carry on and re-enter danger circumstantial stranger explainer very unemotional point and blamer relying on superior intellectual properties to dodge accountability the impossibilities
silly little liars unpleasant deniers transparently apparent and to anyone present totally repellent
because people get found out
first round nailed it down
second round doubt found
third round knocked out
found out
no truth in your mouth
action drought
actual lout
reputation drowned
now lonely been disowned with your known true tone exposed everyone knows you’re fake you’re a fibber trying to dig out a sneaky sliver lying to strangers while you’re friendships wither and now calling yourself a forgiver acting bigger
with no one close because you’re a hoax
one of those grown up damaged blokes
savage jokes holding hope delusional loops and chapter hoops
denying you ever did anything wrong
too clever too strong
when really too weak to ever learn from
and dearly seeking but everyone’s gone
cus when truth comes through there’s nothing you can do
you could give up be honest be true but that’s too much so you stay a delude sticking to the story as if it’ll make it true how sad are you
a one dimensional lying dude who does what he does cuz he doesn’t do
the insecure ain’t pure they don’t tell it raw they invent it all ending a lonely individual
with intellectual properties lost logically a con lost of confidence in defence taking offence but never taken seriously having no friends