Long Pushing Poems
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The wigglesnot begins slithering through the crowd
Pushing costumed idiots out of his way.
He is rude and crude, and exceedingly loud.
What more can I add or say?
What is it? The masked children ask with a bit of fright.
They have never seen anything this blatantly obscene.
It is the wigglesnot, I reply, he only appears on Halloween night.
He is shaped like stripped porcupine, and his eyes are green.
He wears an orange hat with blue spikes upside down on his head.
He rides a bike which he uses to push children out of his way.
His eyes are curiously awful, ugly, hideous, like the undead.
What else can I add? What else do you need? What else can I say?
July 1 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 24
Key Verse – Proverbs 24:5 A wise man is strong; yea, a man of knowledge increaseth strength.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR INCREASING MY STRENGTH
Thank You for increasing my strength for Bible studying
To combat laziness in Scripture-reading and discipleship-readying
Making me knowledgeable midst fake news brought by lying
Thru Your truth worthy of relying.
Thank You for increasing my strength for life building
To persevere in soulwinning and heart molding
Making me patient midst weariness-bending
Thru Your constant upholding.
Thank You for increasing my strength for wisdom using
To apply principles in Christian fruit-bearing and standard-enforcing
Making me guided midst criticism oppressing
Thru Your counsel so filled with divine blessing.
Thank You for increasing my strength for faith establishing
To surmount challenges of worldliness-pulling and humanism-pushing
Making me steadfast midst trials’ crushing
Thru Your might for heavenly flourishing.
Thank You for increasing my strength for character developing
To seek virtues for attitude changing and pleasant personality gripping
Making me victorious midst selfishness-stripping
Thru Your transformation always enveloping.
Thank You for increasing my strength for spirituality reviving
To pursue more church participating and ministry involving
Making me active midst apathy’s thriving
Thru Your presence that affirms Your care’s loving.
Thank You for increasing my strength for doctrine learning
To teach others for discipleship pruning and stewardship training
Making me humble midst pride’s sinning
Thru Your Word for eternal investment-gaining.
July 1, 2022
TV- you see allot of dumb stuff,
you hear their commercials…
clever, yet they holler, isn't this enough,
they bombard you with paid infomercials,
We’ve turned it off, switched to DVD's
an our computer, xbox came an gone,
they changed to reality, pushing BVD's
we collect our movie CDs, too, hang on,
News is all about current fear
another device they have in use,
sure, we want to stay current to hear
weather, crime, meds, world event news,
TV, pods an our music is essential
pageants also game shows, soaps too,
late night talk, comedy central
entertainment, see us USA, what we do,
Also radio will always be here...
what else will they use, brew or invent,
what will get us back in our lounge chair
food, fashion, gadgets, all to be content
Bondage was good for us.
"Master-me,
you are me taking me.” She was right,
I would lose myself in her.
She’s related to George Washington,
A man of his time.
A black girl for all times.
George is silent.
Mind brings her to me now
as she arranges
the form and flavors of desire,
her flesh a sensual braille for shaping hands,
limbs a binding chimera,
flesh capturing flowing silks -
a choreography of her muted history.
Inarticulate passions lock us together,
we are deep sea divers
pushing against an erotic gravity.
Somewhere in another story,
an aged Washington shoves his shriveled member
into another young black woman.
Should we honor both?
Dark is the page we now turn.
Truth or not, love or maybe.
Once we were most pleased
to burn down the president's mansion
again and again.
Meaning, ever bending, never ending-ly open to changing it's mind and opinions,
by moving around words and pulling and pushing in different directions,
until everything changes, rearranges pages in history
just for the mystery to begin again
with new songs, new players and these layers and layers
of summits and new beginnings.
Of openings back to where we came in.
New meanings are foaming and forming
within the fatted belly of doing and screwing until done.
Come watch a new one get sprung.
A new shape to take place of the old, behold
and believe in your prayers.
They keep coming these layers and layers
and faces of women and men.
Turn around just to begin again.
Coast to Coast
The sun ascends over the Great Lakes
Settles back into the indigo depths
Flight of a copper swan shore to shore
With her sweeping wing tips skimming
Commanding
The azure locks of eternity to open
Gather her iron-ore souls from the cliffs
That lift along the turquoise bays
Arise
Our northern Holy Ghost.
These drinkable oceans are graves to glaciers
Tombs for freighters
Limestone crypts
Where condemned sailors still dance and drink
A thousand clicks amidst the ancient glow
Below
Moon boulders like mobiles of suspended fish.
It’s as if Michigan’s peninsulas
Was its own sliding green continents
Fitting together pieces of a new planet
Waves bellow a dare to all the apocalyptic surfers
Come sail these giant breaking swells.
Though you’re a dipped hand
Waving to outer space
It’s your down-to-Earth bare cold caress
That we count on for dousing the summer steam
From our steely brow.
Michiganians
Plant your bare feet into the hot tops
Of the Sand Dunes of Sleeping Bear
Prepare an avalanche slide
From the side of your hand
A child pushing away the world’s troubles
Throw out your hard chest
Reveal your beautiful breasts
Like the goddesses and gods that you are.
Gaze out from these colossal pink shores
To the horizon that bends like a violin
Under the chin of a setting sun.
Michiganians
You are the everlasting Keepers
Of the Mighty Mighty Great Lakes.
Sometimes healing is messy
It is a rollercoaster
Ups and downs
Sometimes I can handle it
Other times I lose control
I say I am in recovery for my bulimia
But I still struggle
I still consider pushing myself that extra hour in the gym
I think skipping lunch that day won't hurt
I sometimes spend too much time looking at teeth enamel strengthening toothpaste and whitening strips
I only look at healthy snack like plain rice cakes and original sun chips
Carboard is not the most appealing flavor
But it is the safest one
I don't have to feel guilty when I eat them
I won't need to punish my body later
Some days though
I will eat the birthday cake and not worry about it later
I will still go to the gym but only spend 30 minute there not 2 hours
I brush my teeth not worrying about if i will cause any damage to them from a purge
Healing is messy
Somedays are easier than others
But I know that I am trying my hardest.
i buried it.
i screamed and wailed pushing the soil over every memory,
every emotion,
every thing i didn’t want to remember.
i scrubbed my hands until they bled trying to wash away the dirt and the pain.
i sobbed until my throat was raw and the blood finally dried up.
i pushed it so far down that i would never have to see it again.
never have to feel it again.
i buried it.
i did.
but my tears acted like rain water and my wails electrified like thunder until the soil washed away, uncovering everything i tried so hard to hide.
i buried it.
i did.
but it found it’s way back to me.
just like skeletons in the closet,
every dirty secret eventually comes out,
no matter how hard you try to cover it.
A weary road and stars that fall
This cannot be the end at all
The sun seems but a helpless ball
Yet I attempt to step and fall
I’ll not give up though darkness looms
Like suffocating empty rooms
And pushing never-ending brooms
To clean up all the broken blooms
Yet I remember days that shone
When not afraid and not alone
With warmth and grace, a rolling stone
A carefree life to ne’er disown
I long to dwell within the light
Before the day turned into night
flashing red lights
red and white stripes
crossing the road
where tracks are laid
whistle so loud
heard by the whole town
the warning the engineer played
steel wheels running on rails
pushing and pulling
staying on the trail
clu cluck clu cluck clu cluck
the heart beat of a living train
mixing with the whistle
and engine blair
from my car i saw the cars
that followed the engine
of the train
and started counting
one by one
as they whistled by
and into the plain
cars that carried coal
everyone the same
except the ones with graffiti
usually some ones name
there were cars that carried cars
and tanks with propain
boxes they could put on truck
and back on trains again
there were some old box cars
that were empty
doors slid open wide
so inviting to a hobo
who could just jump inside
i thought about the places
the bridges the train crossed
the places i'd like to see
before the time is lost
the mountains the rivers
and the plains the train crossed
then i saw the Eden men thought
they'd lost
spread out in the places
that very train crossed