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E nchanted by the elements, Goddess Earth excitedly
A rises, anticipating all her awe-inspiring artistry;
R eveling in the rapture of the rivers’ ripples or roses’ rare redolence;
T antalizing us with her talent for turning out utter transformations.
H er heart holds hues of happiness!
R obust and rosy-cheeked, she rambles,
A dorning arms of trees with amethysts in spring and apples in autumn.
D ancing from dawn to dusk and back to dawn,
I nstinctively and impulsively, she illuminates with imagery - in
A nd out and all about, she ambles ardently.
N ever endingly, this nimble nymph
C apriciously creates - combing sky with clouds and coaxing colors onto canyons,
E xuberantly and effortlessly embracing all of earth’s expanse effulgently.
R iding rainbows or rapids; rending rocks when riled, she regulates and replenishes.
I nherently and impressively imaginative, she is invaluable in
D auntlessly and dulcetly delighting with dazzling display.
E arth, who exhales exquisite breath, may your radiance ride be everlasting!
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The bees could not have been more annoyed.
The faerie convention took over the marigolds.
Let’s zoom back to the lilacs, Worker Bee Dee suggested.
The lilacs had been commandeered by a bunch of brownies.
They could not squeeze their way into a single blossom.
We need to give the fey a few rules, the worker bees agreed.
They asked Worker Bee Dee to suggest staggering fey conventions.
It’s just a brownie family reunion, she told them.
How long will it last? The worker bees asked her, shocked.
Not sure. They told us to take a load off and relax.
The bees were consternated, they had never done this before.
They were fearful that the Queen Bee would be angry.
In actuality, the Queen Bee had set up the reunion and convention.
She wanted the worker bees to become riled up.
They make their best honey when they are frenzied she told her maid.
Lady in waiting was shocked; but wisely kept queen’s confidence.
As a child and a teenager I used to attend a mission-hall,
Which had an outreach to the homeless of Edinburgh;
And every three weeks until I was about seven,
They would give the last call so that god could your soul deliver.
They said at the end of every sermon,
Every three weeks in the evening,
“This is the last call!” and they meant ever,
‘Cos Jesus could return any time for the believing.
I felt so intimated by it, this unkind presence of mind,
That I could not properly sit on my seat,
But I knew that they were insane with melancholy,
And that it was the real dynamics of life that they could not heat.
I refused to chat with them after services and at the youth club,
About what I believed and about the in and outs of my thoughts,
But poignantly sat down with the Youth Fellowship leader once,
And talked to him about what in me life had very clearly wrought.
When I said outrightly that I did not believe in the Second Coming,
And that life was for keeps, give or take a few possibilities,
It was as if his world crashed down disarrayed in shambles,
As he was shattered by my philosophical sway and confident amble.
He realised fully that I was damning their last call,
The pressure of it and how it riled, writhed and tormented;
That it was for no good reason, for no universal moral principle,
For no disciplinary cause and for no complimentary angle.
So he arrogantly walked away from me, rudely with passivity,
Not aware of his own need of polity, sense and direction,
But it was a triumph for that mission-hall boy worker,
To react to an objector so firmly and not himself recapture.
They were generally unresponsive and indifferent,
To intelligent objectors who had a righteous way,
Because this left them with their day-to-day lunacy,
With reality dressed for them to face another day.
That mission has changed today into a Christian centre,
Bright and refurbished and selling lunches in a cafe,
And I am proud of its journey, how far it came,
Because the transition was by no means lame.
Floating above waves wept his child
Her arms flailing to sustain life
As fierce currents engulfed and smiled
Tormenting the souls fleeing strife
Frenzied escape from plunged nonlife
On that makeshift vessel they piled
Giving up home, life for a life
Floating above waves wept his child
Seeking a land of peace, beguiled
He sought hope for daughter and wife
“Your house, safe passage,” was reviled
Her arms flailing to sustain life
Deceit cut his core like a knife
Overloaded goods, pride defiled
No shores for the sound of the Fife
As fierce currents engulfed and smiled
Her sweet voice called, so meek, so mild
Her child innocence drowned in rife
Touching fingertips, weakness riled
Tormenting the souls fleeing strife
At home, a doctor and mid-wife
Now loud voices and waves reign wild
He was rescued, no afterlife
Watching her pink scarf undefiled
Floating above waves
In memory of all those who have lost their lives on perilous sea journeys in hope of a better life.
Date: 02/04/23
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Wots haarp.?? Dunno.' Or the ninth circle
Rituals..All balony.? Well who wans'a kno?
Always some with suffink to moan about
Ooo's thst Maria Farmer anyway.? I ave me
Doubts.!!! And that myocarditis up by sixty
Two percent.? Taint nuffink to concern
me bout..
I'm well content, i took 10 jabs and the flu
Symtoms, well they were less..I still gotthe
Co-vid.' And well yeah? i've pased the dumb test.' I never look on the internet its way too frightening..' Or so i've been told by the govdot.. i only respect their enlightening..
I do miss the banks tho.? And smaller shops, but thats just from progression it'll
Never stop! I never question why that
pope
Resigned.? And see that kevin annett he
Must be lying mind' And Fiona Barnet..And all the others, mind you clare short was reccomending at six years old kids and adults, should be able to co-habit.? Indeed
Be even lovers.' Now I'm no expert.' But
i know where they are.' Full of good advice about not going far.' And washing your hands..What a revelation!
I must say, its like
Blocking out the sun.' Who needs
vitimans from the uv by day.? I heard of
Dr Mike Yeadon he ran a drug company
i beleive? then resigned over some
health objective or tu'ther wadda'ya-say? saying?
Wha-supp now brother? Dr Vernon Coleman
Never heard of thst one.? I was much safer in my black-mould rich abode than, getting out and about in twenty twenty, twenty one
Dy'ya remember djochavic He's probably
dead and gone? into one those death wagons on every street or every other one.
Yes old lizzie ( shelled out ?)fourtteen
million dollars, to keep Andrew safe and
sound, i guess no one knows of Colonel Bush and
That dark winter 'war game planning'
maybe another day, or year? as we say around
this type of town..And those dratted files i hear about.? And all the lies in the world,
I do not see them in my mainstream news don't get me
riled' don't patronise me I'm not like your
child, i have ( my own views ) and i'm fixing it
On the very low price of ( lab doctored meats coming
Through!)
We can fight, we can dance.
We can have a night of romance.
You name the song, I’ll sing along.
You know we belong, just give me a chance.
Honey, you make me crazy, you cannot cage me.
You know we belong, just give me a chance.
We can fight, we can dance
We can make a night of romance
Just say the word, you know it’s absurd
I don’t want the conflict, it makes me feel sick
Baby child, you make me wild, don’t get me riled
I don’t want the conflict, it makes me feel sick.
We can fight, we can dance
We can live a night of romance.
Don’t break my heart, let’s make a new start
don’t be so jealous, fighting won’t help us
Lover, be mine, just one more – just one more time.
You know we’ll be fine, just please let’s try harder this time
We can fight, we can dance,
take this second chance.
We can love this night of romance.
Hit Repeat
Written by Rebekah Shipp
June 6, 2016
When this sick beat drops
And you find yourself lost
Bass ALL up in your ears
And your eyes start to tear
When the treble pops your lid
It’s Casablanca all over again
Cause all I hear you sayin is “here’s lookin at you kid”
It’s too fast
You too fast
Flying lyrics off my tongue too fast
Suddenly I’m on your mind in a flash
Suddenly you know I’m here to last
It’s so much fun
Rhyming on my tongue
Like Celeste be sayin’
You better run, run, run
Throwing lyrics so quick
You must be stunned
Go, go, go, you got this son!
So please don’t fight
You know I’m right
I throw ‘em so swift
I’m outta sight
I must be tight
To the left & to the right
Everybody hold on with all your’ might
Cause it just might be
That thing you see
In the rear view mirror, Listening
Staring back at me
Whispering
We try so hard to keep it clean
We Riled up
Toasted up
I’m in your mouth
You know what’s up
So shut up
With that bass in your truck
Tryin’ to drop some bars
With your face in the mud
So please say a prayer for me
At night before you go to sleep
Before you drift & start to dream
Please plug me in and hit repeat!
So listen up carefully
we rollin up & down these streets
your bars are droppin to your feet
You know you can not count on me
Cause I’m the one
I’m still not done
Beats blazin on you like the sun
Yes I have won!
Now you have gone
deep down inside you still want some
Now lets try this one more time
Cause I am yours and you are mine
You think you Cash, then walk the line
Just like in time
As fine as wine
I keep on goin side by side
I keep on goin
Rhyme after rhyme
This is crazy
I can’t stop
I hit the mike
As his beat drops
I hit the stage as my flow rocks
I hit the page
My pen won’t stop!
What?! What?! How can this be?
He does it so dang naturally
His bass so sick
His bass so ill
My eyes wide open
Body chill
I call it null
He call it nill
I call it shrimp
He call it krill
I call it pane
It’s window sill
Now don’t you fret, I got the bill.
And now we done with this at last
It always ends up with a crash
And you got mad cause you got trashed
And now you sad cause you ain’t fast!
Don’t be sad…
Right now I feel depressed
I thought I had all my old
awful memories repressed
but with a swift kick, and a scowl
all plus more have regressed
I keep losing my baby girl
over and over and over again
my head is in a swirl
getting up out of bed, ha
not even my finger can I twirl
bright happy thoughts turn black
the nightmares become real
tired of being the one who is attacked
I haven't done anything wrong
why do I keep coming back
little they believe how I love my child
for when she changes her mood
she pushes me until I too am riled
she is angry I left, and can’t be there
so she demands everyone my exile
she lashed out with a sharp tongue
she doesn't understand her hate
am I all who know she is young
because we argued in public
everyone now wants me strung
being without her hurts more than life
I have struggled for years
tossing and turning every night
desperate that I can't be a mother
to show the world how this isn’t right
I know suicide is not an answer
from all the abuse I endured
leaving him meant chancing her
who fooled us all being two-faced
his bullets at my feet, I'm but a dancer
patience is my only avenue
waiting out this hellish nightmare
and everything they put me through
still I tell her on a constant basis
Here I stay to wait for you
-FrankiiFame
Ain't An Ornery Yahoo
Old widow lady of ninety-two
Lives by herself with nothing else to do
Except sit in her chair next to the window
And stare out for hours with dreams of her past woe
I reckon she ain't ornery yahoo
With a few bricks short of a load
Doing nothing but fuss and talk for ever and tells tall tales
Ain't no telling of those tall tales are true
Whaddya think?
She sits in her chair next to the window
And stares out for hours with dreams of her past woe
Seasons have come and gone with the flowers,
Grass and trees changing colors
She's ran off all her children, family, and friends
Doing nothing but fuss and talk for ever and tells tall tales
With a ruckus if you don't agree and resist
She gets riled up lifts up her clenched dukes and
Lands an uppercut to the mug she’s kissed
Whaddya think?
Y’all want to stay out of her crosshairs if ya can’t resist
Cause y’all open a can of worms if you persist
She carries a small pearl handle chrome plated
Stup nose 22 pistol in her purse
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Oh fiddle-dee-dee!
Oh fortuity!
Come take a chance with me—
on a slippery-dip slide,
down to serendipity,
where happenstance
shakes the dice,
and takes the chance
to dance with me,
romance with me.
I tripped on a maybe; I slipped on a sigh,
did a dance with chance, as it wandered by.
That flipped the switch—in the blink of an eye—
My fortune lit up, streaking across the sky.
Call it a fluke, call it a break.
Call it pure chance, no hands could fake—
When you riled the give-and-take,
you made luck, drive in its stake.
Let fortuity fling! Let serendipity sing,
Let fortune shuffle its luck through everything.
A stumble, a tumble — then you swoop right in!
to play all your cards—go bold, all-in!
So spin the wheel to clack, clack its spark,
let chance light a match to scatter the dark.
Make merry, and rouse the larrikin lark—
to laugh, sing, dance—a fling in the park.
Oh fiddle-dee-dee!
Oh fortuity!
Come take a chance with me—
on a slippery-dip slide,
down to serendipity,
where happenstance
shakes the dice,
and takes the chance
to dance with me,
romance with me.