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S/he listens for powerful words
and hears deeper moving sounds
resonant sighs
empowering peace replies
corroborated with his eyes.
I see Her capitalized nurture meaning
and trust what remains visible
long after forgetting short-lived
persuasive
weaponized purposes he has veiled
and she unveils
Especially when sight
displays dissonance
betraying trusted
faithful sensate confluence
Without faithless flaws
bad-humored rumors
mistrusted words
vicious circling tumors
not consonant
with what I can hear
and see nonviolently
however nonverbally
with sacred communion eyes
To perceive
regard
anticipate
compassion
slowly disregarding fear
of chronic
addictive win/lose compulsive problems
regardless of past disempowering angers
without unguarded win/win passions.
When I can see Her story
I can hear my narrative
spiritually unfold
naturally inside
MetaPhysically where
and sacred when
and soulfully why
s/he speaks
through his lovely
wholesome brown closed sighs
opening regretful blue sky eyes
And listens with unguarded ears
to words for power's integrity
communionating robust agency,
and not against win/win vivacity,
Widening deeper
enlightening
elegant round unsound
intricately felt soul-filled sounds
Intimately touched trust
resiliently seen as heard
resonant resounds.
Witchcraft got a bad rap thanks to jealousy and beauty.
Male authors put women into books, calling them hags and crones.
Women read these books to their children in form of Brothers Grimm.
These adorable faerie tales gave them horrid nightmares.
If children were up all night, men did not have to console them.
Witchcraft was a great excuse to get rid of beautiful women in Salem.
Plain and ugly girl with an uglier heart would make up lies about Jane.
Because Jane was gorgeous, and kind, and people loved Jane.
Male judges would declare a trial, and Jane would be drowned.
If she died, it proved her innocence, so there is this happy result.
Witchcraft is actually not what many people who are not Wiccans think.
The witch's actual motto is to “do no harm”.
The Wiccans are master gardeners.
This is why rumors say they cast "spells"
Because the earth loves them and responds to their excellent care.
Witches are confident and kind, and many are beautiful.
Where are these faerie tales about witches?
Ain't it funny now.
That there had been
wars and rumors of
wars -how all the
sudden everyone's
you know is
pretending down with
praising The Lord
..so tell me what
the problem was way
back when -you were
living the life and
going out committing
sins .. Oh but now
since it has come
down to personal
survival -everybody
you know want to
reach for a bible ..
Aw now you were mr.
Or mrs. Bad a and
didn't care who you
hurt .. What
happened now all of
a sudden I can't
beat you into
church- I remember
you drinking the bar
dry and smoked
whatever they were
smoking- and if
someone even mention
Christ it was as if
they were joking
..so why are you
tripping now what's
the fuss --cause
when you were pop
locking and dropping
it you wasn't
thinking about Jesus
.: when you were
robbing and stealing
and doing thing your
way-you never
imaging it would
come to this day ..
You use to love the
attention you
received from others
sinners and was
careful what you
said to them-knowing
that Jesus was the
only to save and you
wouldn't even pray
to him .. Now if you
think your act is
fooling someone then
don't even bother
-for Jesus said
(deny me before the
least of these , and
I'll deny before the
father .....
Part 1
He stood to a gathering of many. His job was to divide and then install leadership to each group. A task that he could handle and would do so with ease. Each detail though would be in observation due to the high profiled work they were doing. This had been talked about for sometime and the gathering of intense athletes made him feel some what special: you see most leagues are started as clubs the owners pick there team. Here the league was started and all the show ups were listed. not one team had a name or were assigned association by the already inplace league officials. "WE gather in unity and will divide in complete verse!' said the speaker. Teams would be picked to fill the 20 man requirement, no matter the players usual position. ( some teams had 4 full backs assigned) it was the job of the coaches then to form there teams and sift through who was or are first round picks..
Days later things that had been working great started slipping. The league officials did a great job: it was the teams themselves. Naming a team, paying a team a valuing people who were doing their jobs and those who weren't doing there best or weren't up to par.. We let a lot of people go: some where told they'd bve called back. There were to many people involved and the reporters asked some questions that the answers would haunt some of these greenhorns for years:."they didn't know what they were talking about but they sounded great talking!"
We decided after hearing several interviews to let these people go, sounding like a paid athletes from the position wwe were in didn't go over well. We wanted them to sound like the son's of laborer's, who were looking for opportunities and position that were overwhelming and challenges that needed guidance and coaching."
A group of guys didn't take "the way things were going approach" well. Rumors started, It wasabout twenty of them I believe said they wanted to start there own Rassling company. Two weeks later they had belts and several guys became promoters. Others said that a baseball league would bring in a crowd they started forming teams.
One day, one time, God spoke to me.
The Creator who knows everything supposedly,
had a question that needed answering from yours truly.
"You're always helping others in need less fortunate than you,
and many of these people aren't particularly liked by you.
Why do you do all of the charitable things that you do?
What's your reward? What's in it for you?
Most times you commit these acts anonymously,
so you receive no recognition, no praise, no publicity.
I Am All And Know All but this baffles me.
Why do you do what you do SillyBilly?"
My reply to my Creator was simply,
"The meek shall inherit the earth and live heavenly
as promised by my Creator of all that is and will ever be.
My Creator has shared that People Helping People is the key
and I'm just doing what I can to relieve my Creator from some of the responsibility.
It's just my way of saying, Thanks For Creating Me."
My Creator then looked sadly down upon me
and said, "I don't know how to say this, but I'm very sorry.
You are hereby sentenced to hell for all eternity.
I need to work on this. Guess you could say it's my pet peeve,
but I don't tolerate any of they who brown nose their deity."
My time spent in hell has dispelled all of the rumors
about God not having a dark sense of humor.
Animal Poems 3
These poems about animals include man's best friend, dogs, as well as cats, hamsters, whales, sea lions, caterpillars, butterflies, and even snails!
Hell-Bound Hounds
by Michael R. Burch
We have five dogs and every one’s a sinner!
I swear it’s true—they’ll steal each other’s dinner!
They’ll hump before they’re married. That’s unlawful!
They’ll even screw in public. Eek, so awful!
And when it’s time for treats (don’t gasp!), they’ll beg!
They have no pride! They’ll even hump your leg!
Our oldest Yorkie murdered dear, sweet Olive,
our helpless hamster! None will go to college
or work to pay their room and board, or vets!
When the Devil says, “Pee here!” they all yip, “Let’s!”
And yet they’re sweet and loyal, so I doubt
the Lord will dump them in hell’s dark redoubt . . .
which means there’s hope for you, perhaps for me.
But as for cats? I say, “Best wait and see.”
The Arrival of the Sea Lions
by Michael R. Burch
The sound
of hounds
resounds in the sound.
Hounds Impounded
by Michael R. Burch
The sound
of hounds
resounds
in the pound.
Monarch
by Michael R. Burch
I had a little caterpillar,
it wove a cocoon for its villa.
When I blinked an eye
what did I espy?
It flew off, a regal butterfly!
After the Poetry Recital
by Michael R. Burch
Later there’ll be talk of saving whales
over racks of lamb and flambéed snails.
Nonsense Ode to Chicken Soup
by Michael R. Burch
Chicken soup
is fragrant goop
in which swims
the noodle’s loop,
sometimes in the shape
of a hula hoop!
So when you’re sick,
don’t be a dupe:
get out your spoon,
extract a scoop.
Quick, down the chute
and you’ll recoup!
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I ask the fifth-grade students what the number one reason is
that people cannot keep their job?
Here are their guesses, given to me in a variety of ways:
cannot do the work
backtalk the boss
late every day
call in sick a lot
don’t understand the job
don’t know how to do the job
are lazy
have a frowning face
have a bad attitude
are grouchy
can’t read
can’t write
can’t add
Then I tell them they had great ideas, but the number one reason
people cannot keep their job is because they do not get along well with other
people, and they spread rumors or make trouble.
The trouble makers always start screeching and screaming at me.
I roll my eyes.
Thinking they might have a bit of a bump in their future career paths.
Jesusita
God only had a daughter,
Jesuitta, whom he gave to teach us love.
She was a good little girl with blond, curly hair, and often helped her mother
with the washing up and other household chores.
As she grew up and became a shapely young woman,
she coveted by men, who could not grasp her preaching
of unconditional love was not about sex;
They began talking behind her back.
Rumors had it she had twelve lovers
there was talk of orgies with wine, fried fish, and fresh bread.
She went to the church, demanded to be heard, and asked why there were no women priests and why they let sleazy merchants sell overpriced artifacts.
The clerics, who had had enough of this noisy woman, told Pilatus to do something.
He first raped her and, to his shock, realized that Jesuitta was a virgin;
This knowledge haunted him for the rest of his life.
Nevertheless, he threw her to his Roman Legionnaires as a usual tart. And the men taunted her:
“Is this what you meant by calling love absolute,
they bawled.
Their women said nothing.
They put her on the cross as the semen of a thousand soldiers
ran down her legs, she died with forgiveness in her heart.
4/30/17
Underneath what they consider lunar
Don't care if your name is super
So much for your future
And all of the rumors
There is nowhere you can go to outmaneuver
When I turn into Krueger
Take you out before the sound of the rooster
Whether or not on the computer
Or a scooter
Oh well that just makes one fewer
I don't care if you can't appreciate my humor
I come from the sewer
Not much of a snoozer
But a heavy duty boozer
Warning
Night and morning
The rage accumulating and forming
Before, during and after storming
In and out of areas with bugs that continue swarming
Feeling like Rick and not so much Morty
The temperature below, above or at the forties
In and out of different territories
Near and far from quarries
Coming in like Vorhees
It doesn't matter if you heard all the stories
Because nothing can prepare you for me
Considering that we all fall in different categories
And carry our own inventories
Mine can make it gory
Yours are empty normally
For you it just may end up horribly
Drawn out or ending shortly
I don't care about the glory
Or so called purgatory
A simple and friendly reminder
Don't have on your blinders
Think wiser
At elevations lower and higher
On foot or tires
Looking like Myers
In and out of areas devastated by fires
Above and below telephone wires
With a pair of pliers
Ready to eliminate any liars
Leaving behind no traces or fibers
Tried to go after me, but instead
He was caught, and pissed the bed
As it was off with his head
When I was Pinhead
Could be worse or better
More or lesser
Something that would do you some good to remember
Before I lose control of my temper
And become Lecter
Against whomever
Thinks their clever
Whenever
During any weather
The surrounding suddenly became redder
Not concerned about opinions
A one man army on a mission
They wanted to give me a million
Endless medical prescriptions
And to persuade me with religion
But I wouldn't give in or listen
Because I am a villain
By: Dalton Ogletree
Rumors abound
All around town
Lily White
Needs a knight
She is tangled
Being wrangled
By the tricky trees
Planted by Peacocks from Leeds
Wolves are down under
Hearing wraths thunder
Drinking Burnley claret wine
Getting ready to do second tier time
In comes the Hammer girl
Wearing expensive pearls
Bought using Gallo credit
Wondering, ‘will anyone get it?’
Message, ‘relegate’
Easier opponents await
Fans will have reason to cheer
Dousing the same expensive beer
As players work on maturing skills
Crunching numbers, paying the bills
Oh yes, who is going to get dropped
Commentating, ‘our season truly was a flop’
Officially closing the show
Taking the athletic production to parts unknown
Goal now ‘will want to come back’
Claiming healed healthy, surviving a relegation attack