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I, (and the missus)
pleased as punch residing
at this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania locale,
(since july first tooth house
sand eighteen), marks one year
and better with (on site
service) wash and wear,
but most irrefutable attraction
comprises rental assistance,
when upon the merry month of May
first, the dollar figure outlay
to occupy a single bedroom
(at this low cost
housing facility) didst veer
dramatically downward
from an initial charge,
sans five hundred, and seventy two unswear
able legal tenderloin monies,
per twelfth of Gregorian Calendar,
when aye didst tear
away the page signaling June,
thine checking account reduced sheer
lee no misprint (to win unbelievably
rosy, piddly, and giddy)
one hundred and seventy
seven buck a roos,
yet lesser benefits appended, asper
this bucolic, diatonic,
and harmonic rear
opportunity to espy
white tailed non *****
yule less doe ting mama
belonging to Cervidae family app pear
ring to take shelter in a narrow
(sunset) strip somewhat near
enough from mine
inside perch oblivious
to this mad capped (Alfred E. Neuman),
who whiz stumping for elections midyear
essentially to reinstate
"FAKE" King Crimson Lear
on the throne,
who strongly objects to killdeer
for eats or sport,
and silences those hood jeer
his reverence toward gentle creatures
including near extinct albino blushing zebra,
hooves warp and weave interlinear
within said (postage size
token) plot here ~ 1+ hectare
secluded upon a tract
off the beaten commercial
domain and glare
with suburban sprawl,
a hop, skip and jump fair
lee quickly disappearing
"in the name of progress"
though vanishing wild
life eyes find endear
ring, though thine psyche
wracked with despair
no matter ample (spacious
free) parking, a clear
bonus as well un
limited water usage
and to top off the list donated
up for grabs non-sellable (stales) breads,
cakes, fruits, vegetables
about twice a week doth appear.
Clock work spiders are climbing up my wall ‘sticking in their nasty pins so none of them will fall,
As one of them lifts her leg and begins to spin her steel ,
another scurries closer and strums it with its heel .
wide eyed and terror struck i remembered going to bed ,
then the clever thought occurs to me
‘just test it and bang your head .
Nope I’m none the wiser ‘now definitely wide awake the mechanical spiders play too me as none of this is fake .
Dozens of them are present now ‘all shine with a metallic grace
‘ but why my room I ask myself
‘why now and why in this place ?
Segmented shining carapace’s ‘move slowly in the gloom ‘
their steel strung out of different lengths
‘lends melodics to the tune .
Tiny keys are turning that adds motion to their gears
‘the thought of what the hell’s going on ‘l
‘nearly bringing me too tears .
Should I Trust theses clockwork spiders ‘
when will their playing End ?
‘who sent them too late night serenade me
‘was it enemy or a trusted friend?
This picking arachnid blue grass
‘ was really something to see
‘terror was starting to subside ,
I was tapping gleefully.
Please don’t climb down from the wall’s
‘keep playing this wicked tune
‘if could just reach my trusted harmonica
‘I’ll join you really soon.
So there I was sat up in bed
‘the spiders kept their beat ‘
it was now time for my solo ‘ I’d better make this sweet.
scratching approval from these arachnid bots
‘was what my piece had gained
’this was becoming awesome ,this could lead to fame.
Then one by one they began to fall,
‘softly on on my bed
‘ the lack inertia for their key winding
’had ended the music dead .
No ‘I called out in grief there’s a lot more we can play ,
‘please reinstate your innerspring’s and carry on that old country way .
But the lifeless eight legged metals ‘lay still and didn’t move ‘
the time had come ‘we’d had our fun ‘
that was the conclusion of our groove .
Where had these spiders come from and how did they know too play
‘I’ll never forget their music ‘
I’ll never forget this day .
Clock work spiders are climbing up my wall ‘sticking in their nasty pins so none of them will fall,
As one of them lifts her leg and begins to spin her steel ,
another scurries closer and strums it with its heel .
wide eyed and terror struck i remembered going to bed ,
then the clever thought occurs to me
‘just test it and bang your head .
Nope I’m none the wiser ‘now definitely wide awake the mechanical spiders play too me as none of this is fake .
Dozens of them are present now ‘all shine with a metallic grace
‘ but why my room I ask myself
‘why now and why in this place ?
Segmented shining carapace’s ‘move slowly in the gloom ‘
their steel strung out of different lengths
‘lends melodics to the tune .
Tiny keys are turning that adds motion to their gears
‘the thought of what the hell’s going on ‘l
‘nearly bringing me too tears .
Should I Trust theses clockwork spiders ‘
when will their playing End ?
‘who sent them too late night serenade me
‘was it enemy or a trusted friend?
This picking arachnid blue grass
‘ was really something to see
‘terror was starting to subside ,
I was tapping gleefully.
Please don’t climb down from the wall’s
‘keep playing this wicked tune
‘if could just reach my trusted harmonica
‘I’ll join you really soon.
So there I was sat up in bed
‘the spiders kept their beat ‘
it was now time for my solo ‘ I’d better make this sweet.
scratching approval from these arachnid bots
‘was what my piece had gained
’this was becoming awesome ,this could lead to fame.
Then one by one they began to fall,
‘softly on on my bed
‘ the lack inertia for their key winding
’had ended the music dead .
No ‘I called out in grief there’s a lot more we can play ,
‘please reinstate your innerspring’s and carry on that old country way .
But the lifeless eight legged metals ‘lay still and didn’t move ‘
the time had come ‘we’d had our fun ‘
that was the conclusion of our groove .
Where had these spiders come from and how did they know too play
‘I’ll never forget their music ‘
I’ll never forget this day .
ERNESTO
Acrostic
T.ito, thirty- years ago you left us
with painful hearts and tearful eyes
too young to leave your loved-ones
we mourn on your early demise
I.n the core of your heart and mind
there's hatred and sentiments
there were times you want to shed blood
but you were hindered by reverence of God
T.ito, I still remember when we were young
You accompanied me in visiting my " someone "
You don't want me to be walking alone
untoward incident might happen on my way home
O.bdurate you are in your determination
since we we're young I saw that in your conviction
bringing into your grave that disturbing emotion
letting God help you in your anxiety and apprehension.
T.ito, you're the man who walk the talk
You're a man with a Solomonic wisdom
A paragon and pride of your family
We miss you so much my baby brother
U.ltimate request before you left this life
God will reinstate you in the church of Christ
I sent to the Administration your plea and cry
with God's inspiration, the appeal was granted,
considered done.
" G.o on in praying to the Father
to provide you more courage of conviction
that happen what may in this of world of gloom
We will go on serving Him until the Day of Doom
A.ffter death, life everlasting is waiting
for us in the New Jerusalem in heaven
our sacrifices will never be in vain
we will meet our parents there again.
F.edelity to God is what our parents embed
in our minds and hearts since we were kids
this we brought till we grew up
loving and defending the church against all odds
F.irst and foremost is our relationship with God
poetry writing was your " first love "
elementary grades when you started " making lines "
that makes the family proud.
J.olly and jocund fellow you are
jovial among friends and loved-ones
university instructor and scholar
Sunday school teacher at one time.
R.elentless and indefatigable in your struggle for education
though you lack material things to pursue your aspiration
believing that education will uplift your condition
and to make your dreams a realization. “
Green Peace or Hunt for the Royal Sun-
trying to get off a planet poisoned by hate and greed-
warlike ideologies armed to the rotten teeth
hoping to find a New World out of here-out there
hanging waiting in out of reaches space
Beyond the Sun, the Moon, the Earth, et al.
A Perfect 10 Solar System.
This Self-sufficient Blue Pearl blueprint
Mindfully designed with Neverending cycles
of renewal after upheaval, regeneration after destruction-
Krakatoa springs to mind - a symbol of regenesis hope...
The gravity of standing upright all over the earth
grounds us to the world right under our feet
We are barefoot and free
Right here in our own back garden.
An apple falling from a tree-did the sky just fall on my head?
Does it take rocket science to search for answers?
Imagination is not always fabulously expressed to see
how many similar ways to escape man's past, present, future...
With heightened mind, Newton searched the Scriptures
with soul searching questions, wrote more than enough
about what was relevant to warriorlike quest-
Focus fixated on the origins of his earthborn mind
Needing to find his spiritual image revealed in endless space.
The physical brain laid out in its original state
of innate need for never-ending learning
So we can reinstate the quest to find
the fringes of divine knowledge-
On our earthly doorstep.
Aqua M
Deep Dive Poem
10/02/2024
Keys from the Word: Isaiah 55:7 - 11."For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so my ways are higher than your ways,
and my thoughts than your thoughts."
Ecclesiastes 3: 10-13." He has made everything beautiful in it's time.
He has even put eternity in their heart, yet mankind will never find out
the work the true God has found from the start to the finish. "
In the year of a blood moon,
they assassinated a King
Triple six stamped shrunken head dolls,
with voodoo stitched mouths,
spit the hate bullets out
Brotherhood?
Universal unity?
Visions of vanilla vanity splattered
Eye and eye shot thru —
Red, white and blue glass hopes shattered
Ebony minds full of empty frames,
violently awakened by an assassinated dream
A trilling Trump now says
the false dream was an Obama-nation:
a black stain on the royal flag linen
A New American dawn,
ushered in by a reverie bugle blown little horn,
is the same as the Old Star Spangled one
Roll back the progressive tide
Maintain a no-oreo attitude;
ain’t giving no affirmative helping hand,
ain’t getting no voter free ride —
Reinstate the purest Antebellum oppression;
have the coloreds learn
a modern day triple K, neo-Nazi slave lesson
Them white-cloaked dragon wizards say,
the Civil Rights War is over, chimp boy ...
this time the swastika losers got it rebel right!
As they drunk revel in coconut milk joy
An assassinated dream
lying dead on a Memphis balcony
A hateful, Egyptian pyramid scheme:
bury the King sleeper in a pauper plot
In the Shiloh year,
a jubilee harvest was reaped
under a crimson crescent moon
Another American dead-end dream
wore a lunar smiling death mask
Nowadays, everything ain’t apple pie kosher
as it seems
Hate assassins have again murdered
this lovely dream ... and it's bulrush offspring
All Obama legacy Samson ties
are severed with mercy so Philistine —
a permanent closing of the eyes
Purposefully the enemy has exhumed and cremated
the decaying bone doctrines of the King,
and character assassinated his following
Fifty years later,
and still picking up
the shattered jubilee pieces ...
My people keep bosom clutching
a King-size misty dream
Beggarly holding onto
a rejected peace offering
The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.
Exiled by the hypocrisy of bureaucracy bounding her liberations and confounding her alliterations in a poetic prison. In this twisted virtual reality, duplicitous usurpers roam freely, weaving webs of deception with malicious delight.
As the chains of bureaucratic red tape clung to her delicate wrists, suffocating her imagination and confiscating her freedom of speech.
Oppressors rejoiced at achieving their vindictive objective, silencing the profound beauty of her verses and incarcerating her poetic stanzas
Woe, how the audacious bars of administrative constructors cast a pall of despair upon her unifying spirit. Her delicate offerings of metaphors and sonorous stanzas, whispered secrets which craved to be heard.
The faulty haters' impervious hearts were armoured with verdant envy which remained shielded behind the ruling dogma.
Her supporters calls of injustice to be rectified fell on deaf ears while the galvanizing melodies of empathetic quills bled for the Empress of Ink.
So we must be louder.
Hear our protest, release our Empress! Unsheathe her rhythmical rhymes! For her penmanship was never the true crime. She was just another victim of an envious mob.
Can they not see? That her absence coursed a crater larger than the Grand Canyon.
We shall not, shall not be silenced so hear our mutiny!
Reinstate our Empress, restore her creative sovereignty.
Remove the shackles of authoritative administration, as her voice is a beacon of truth, resilience and poetic revolution. So let her ink stain our community with its brilliance once more.
Teach not the little children war
Impede them not to learn my law
lest my wrath with fierceness come upon you
See innocence in confused eyes
Saddened, scared, these be deprived
and cannot fathom that which they must view
How long would last your power sought
when land and blood be brought to naught
Oh men of little faith
Consider ye the children's minds
to reinstate of love divine
lest darkness prevail at your gates
Surely all shall lose the fight
who trust alone in human might
forsaking righteousness and peace
What god speaks into your ear
to motivate unto despair
and destruction to increase
Fear, each of you, from every side
There is no place for souls to hide
not to escape the face of the Almighty
Though martyr's cries do reach my throne
they shed not blood as were their own
thus, listen to your hearts, Oh men misguided
For all upon the earth shall see
that bond and free shall bow the knee
and proclaim that Jesus Christ is Lord
And if this faith men can concede
you all become the promised seed
of righteous Abraham
Wherefore then the battle's gain
If all have access to attain
who dare lift arms against his brother
Listen therefore not to deceit
Let your inheritance be meet
as to children who give honour to their mother
Oh men of war, your weapons yield
Replace with my well beloved shield
that your victory be the glory of the living God...
Galatians 3: 28-29:- There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free,
there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus.
And if ye are Christ's, then are ye Abraham's seed, and heirs
according to the promise.
Heavenly father, who is in heaven, pure be your name.
Your kingdom does come, as well your will be done, on
earth as it is in heaven. Restore in me your trust,
and cleanse my heart of its worldly lust. Restore in
me your faith, so that I may reveal my shamed face.
Deliver to me the gift of sight, so that I can
distinguish between what you say is wrong, and what
the world sees as right. Deliver to me the gift of
sight, so I may tread the path of light. Return to me
your undying love, so that I may deal with the
pressures my world is full of. Return to me your
undying love, cleanse me, prepare me to ascend into
your kingdom. Allow me to reap my daily bread, so
that I may avoid a world bent on capping up my head.
Let me not lay to waste in the valley of the shadow of
death, my heart is freely yours without a second
guess. Lift me back upon my feet, so that I may walk
alongside your sheep. Reinstate my voice so that I
may pray, and escape a life that brings sorrow and
pain my way. Open up my eyes so that I may see the
way back to the path on which you want me to be. Help
me to cleanse my mind, body, and soul, so that once
again I may be whole. Strengthen my heart so that I
can begin to clear out all of the evils which I battle
within. Restore my mind so that I may find the time
to pray, instead of reaching out for a cigarette to
unwind. Grant me the will to reach deep within me, so
that I may settle my soul and come to peace with me.
I ask not for any worldly wealth, just for the power
to contend with my self. With tears in my eyes and an
open heart , to you I come. I require assistance, and
to help me, you are the only one.
Between an unjust war or peace, which would you choose?
Ukraine had no choice so we must ensure they don't lose
Russian thugs invaded Ukraine to reinstate the Iron Curtain
And this is only the very beginning and of that I am certain.
I know it's a big ask, the Ukrainian people asking for more
But do you really want Russian thugs banging on your door
With the west and NATO's help Ukraine are holding their own
Now is not the time for the west, to look away and disown.
NATO and the civilised world should never bow to tyranny
If we're not united against Putin he will look on with glee
Don't waver in your support of this brave and proud nation
Don't hand Putin a hollow victory for the Russian Federation.
Like most of the civilised world, Ukraine wants to live in peace
If Putin wins do ask yourself, who's next, Estonia or Greece?
We've supported the Ukrainian people from the very beginning
Only with our support have they got a good chance of winning.
It's been nearly two years now and Putin hasn't yet succeeded
Ukrainians are fighting for their lives, but more arms are needed
It is certainly not the time for our politicians to argue about cost
If they do, it will be on their heads that freedom's war was lost.
I look forward to the day when Putin is put on trial in The Hague
Who's been the cause of so many deaths, more than the plague
Don't vote for gutless politicians who want to look the other way
Only by us being totally united will we be able to make Putin pay.
Written on 28th December 2023.