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Premium Member Vital Man-Jesus Vitamin Jesus

there are two many vitamins, out there yah!
Enriching supplements;
Some of them are even good for you and natural;
You need vitamin A E C D and U;
Vitamin
Vitamin
A-for the eyes and human body growth
E- for sight increase mortality
C-is an antioxidant and a fight against scurvy;
D- for  the bones and dental health
now what could be left

Now there's a vitamin, a vital man;
I said
there's a vitamin, a vital man;
and we need help
for are spiritual being. . .
Not a supplement, but he's heaven sent;
good for the body
good for the soul
not made from unnatural things;
He's is the purest of all
You and I need 
Yes, you and I need
what we need is the vital man
this vital man,, the vital man JESUS
for with Him you'll be blessed
inter/eternally;
I must confess I need more not less;
of His glory;
He's the only one you'll need;
all you need do is just kneel;
repent, be sincere, He'll give you the strength you need;
and we need help
for are spiritual being;
we need pureness and not, just a supplement
we need something/someone heaven sent;
not made from unnatural things
He's the purest of all, all things;
and I need more of Him;
vitamin Jesus
Vital man
vitamin Jesus
Vitamin   J  for Jesus trust and believe in us cause...
vitamin   E  He's my all and everything, Lord and savior redeemer of our souls;
Vitamin   S No need, no need for anything, anything else no more supplements He keeps me well and I'm blessed;
Vitamin   U  because He wanted to pled before the Father jour God overall for everything
vitamin   S  He said all I have to do is received His blessedness;
repent and be sincere and He will be the cure;
He'll forgive your sins
Now there's a vitamin, a vital man;
whose more than just a mere man;
Not a supplement, but heaven sent;
good for the whole, body mind and soul;
You and I need vitamin J E S U S
for with Him you'll be cured and abundantly blessed;
he's the only medicine you need;
To help cure you from sin;
won't you just try Him;
Vital man
Vitamin J E S U S


written by James Edward Lee Sr.(C)2012
Sept 25 2012
from anthology  "There's Praise in Song"
Form: Ballad


IN THE COURT OF CATS

"IN THE COURT OF CATS"
By Austin Fwasan Maseko 

In the grand court of cats, I stand accused
A lowly rat on trial, with justice confused
The judges' whiskers twitch, their ears perk high
As they scrutinize me, with a skeptical eye

The prosecutor purrs, with a sly little grin
"A menace to society, this rat within"
She lists my crimes, with a flick of her tail
Stealing crumbs and cheese, without fail

I tremble with fear, as the charges are read
Guilty by association, my fate's already sealed
The cat judges confer, their tails entwined
Their verdict is clear, their sentence defined

Banishment to the shadows, where I'll hide and creep
A life of scraps and fear, forever to keep
But I argue back, with a squeaky little voice
"Am I not a creature, with a right to rejoice?

I scurvy for food, like you hunt and play
Why is it wrong for me, to survive each day?
I clean up crumbs, and scraps that you leave
Keeping your home tidy, is that not a noble deed?"

The cat judges pause, their ears perked in surprise
A glimmer of doubt, in their feline eyes
They confer once more, their decision revised
A compromise reached, a new sentence devised

"Banishment is too harsh, for a humble rat like you"
They decree, with a nod, "you may scurvy through"
But stay out of our way, and keep your distance true
Or face the consequences, of our feline crew

I breathe a sigh of relief, as the verdict is read
A small victory, for a rat like me, indeed
I scurvy away, with a newfound sense of pride
For even a lowly rat, can make a dignified stride.

The cat judges rise, their robes flowing free
Their eyes gleam with wisdom, as they depart the tree
Their verdict may seem strange, to the feline crowd
But justice is served, in this curious, upside-down world we live in, proud.
Form: Rhyme

Under Currents

The ocean churns, deep in the bowels of its great stomach

A scurvy, a barnacle, a flag flung high amast 

From deep, deep down inside, below pressure boiling 
Bones exploding, windpipes constricting
Where no human soul should inhabit 
Down, down, down, where illuminates 
All manner of unseen creatures 
With crooked jaws
Electric lights of blaring neon green and soft sparkling 
Pinks 

And the color of glow sticks, that children wore ‘round their necks at skating rinks 

Where no child goes now, the pull and the noiselessness  of the silty bottom, where hagfish twist themselves over 
carcasses like women scouring the streets for loose change

I imagine my body down there
Blue veins and stuff new
Resting in the Mariana Trench 
Supine, arms floating upward towards light 

sans soleil 

A water dream, I am awake, fluttering eyelids! 

All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel the…. I don’t remember the rest

Tears and sweat like the ocean 
My heart is like the ocean 
Yet I have columns of flame around me 

And I pull on my t-shirt over my pale body
And drive myself to the ocean, letting cars pass
Wondering why 
And when my bare feet hit the sand 
My hazel eyes (or were they half blue and half brown? Nobody could ever decide!) are drawn to the expanse of water
Limitless possibilities, as the sun crowns the horizon 
I reach out my hand to grab something 
Across the eternal shocking blue 
And what I grab is another hand 

And it is my own

Lemmings Into Lemonade

Today on my way home i chose to
permeate my daily grind

By buying myself a chicken to cook
once i got home 

The reason being i am trying to be more positive

It can't rain all the time

As i wanted to break the wishbone
and wish for better thing's to come

Then instantly after dinner i went into my back garden 

And started picking lemmons from
my lemmon tree 

To make lemonade

Only to realize i didn't have any 
sugar in order to make it

Which in the end made the moment somewhat bitter sweet 

But hey to accentuate the positive

Lemmons we're supposed to be bitter
not sweet and full of sugar 

And not only is it full of flavour and
retained it's vitamin C content

But this stuff could be sold as a
diet tonic as it goes through you
like a dose of scurvy

Or to be left in your office or 
house fridge for those people
who take your stuff without asking

And best of all the 1st bottle is absolutely free

So when life gives you lemmons

Don't waste them 

Use them

A Highbrow Hymn, Oh Love, How Deep, How Broad, How High

Lunable to wonder
In curiosity glimmers
A broken man
A broken soul
Never sought
Never thought 
meant to be
Meant for me

ignorant human
convivial sung
Felted loyalty 
Taught adaptation 
Commonly
Meant to be
Meant for me 

Wishful being 
Existing 
Dashboard clean
1956 
Traveling speed 
Undetermined 
Bored annoyed 

Meant to be
Meant for me
Overwhelming 
Unwatchable 
Death close
Born to die 
Glorified pissant

Conformist
Bend past
Self awareness 
Still there
Look awkwardly 
For dull
Witless actors

Directed carelessly 
Not forgetting 
Funnily trapped 
As rodents 
Unbeatable maze
Freely bound
Vaulted sound

Chicot choice
Sound absurd 
Differentiate 
Diverted easily 
Incompetent 
Flawed 
Institutional

Inexpert soldier 
ing pestiferous
Go die young 
Supposed industriousness
Meant of me
Meant to be 
Match unrivalled

Dying repertoires 
purpose bleak
Parce que je déteste 
la vie et elle le sait


The mood of the wirery rodent unable to remove itself from the wall it climbed into made to listen or fall from scurvy or starvation, the point of view from  a dead soldier who had no choice but to listen and judge because he was also a total dick


Wut Up Miss Queen

How have you been, it's ok to tella
Explorer of the sea, like me can't you see
That Brooks and Paris need some money
Please support our trip to the far east
On the search for gold, spices, and peace
Make an alliance, no more will be deceased
And then with all your glory, power will be released
Now of course you know, I'm a man of navigation
We'll be chasin a new Spaniard nation
No hesitation just regulation
Make a fresh start on a new foundation
No more waitin, this is your chance
Travel be sea and not by land
I promise you we will do the best that we can
And once we succeed I hope you understand
That you will be the most famous queen of all time
Please Miss Isabella, I do not have a dime
Instead of a letter, I'm sending you a rhyme
It sounds a bit better, and rappin's not a crime

But enough about that, let me tell you this
If my directions are right then we will sure not miss
If no corrections are made then I can surely list
A whole scroll full of demands cause we'll be so rich
And I'm not just sayin that trying to be modest
I'm telling you the truth, I'm being totally honest
Nobody else can navigate even as well as I can aim
And once we reach and claim
We'll put your name to fame
Our route is better planned and leadership's a must
In my eyes, we're the only two that you can trust

Let me explain in detail exactly what we need
A whole bunch of sea men and a couple ships indeed
We need a lot of food, and of course some vitamin C
Just to make sure the men don't get scurvy
We need some beer and wine, some utensils to dine
A whole lot of rifles for men on the front line
Acceptable weapons win the battle every time
And I need a lot girls, bout 39 would be just fine

Now my time is almost up, you just need to know my route
We're gonna sail round Africa and take the passage south
And then we'll sail around and finally reach the Asians
That is when we'll start the new Spaniard nation
Form: Rhyme

Running for Public Office

I wonder how addled your brain has to be
to want to suffer the slinging insults of buffoonery
Tv news showing how cartoonery 
reality has become

Each reporter is up to tomfoolery as they 
dig to the bottom to find something newsworthy
like a skeleton hanging in the closet of your nursery
Or a pirate lover with scurvy
What a pervy

They will dig and dig until they find your sin
If you didn’t do it they will make it up
Like, way back when he was only ten, 
his great grandfather once stole a watermelon from Farmer Ben.

His dad found out and made him 
work it off in chores 
made him promise not to do it again
but that won’t make the evening
news because sensationalism is the only values
that matter to us all.

Tidy

Located in the perfect place
       Filed in transparent drawer
       Unruly impediments erased
       Facets interact free of flaw


       Seamless system clockwork 
       Methods remain meticulous 
       Design drawn up by a doctor
       Considered,  inconspicuous 


       Routine guides a room's tidy
       Itemising verbatim shelves
       Briefcase organised abiding
       Data struck upon first delve


       Packed in precise patterns
       Utility is readily predicted
       Shipshape sailing on satin
       Scurvy sufferers evicted


        Fold exposes name brand
        Recognised categorically 
        Regular overhauls planned
        Excess viewed as slovenly 


        Upkeep travels compact
        In zipped compartments 
        Disarray tends to detract
        Regimented requirements 


        

       
             8th of **** April
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member He Had Dreamed of This Witch

He had dreamed of a witch who was exceedingly curvy.
She had all her teeth, shiny hair, and not a sign of scurvy.
She had a heart of gold, and her familiar was not a cat but a dog.
He saw her float by on Hollow’s Eve in a dusty pretty smoke like smog.

She is gorgeous! He told his cousin who had come to visit him.
But you are way too shy to ask her to the ball, said his cousin Jim.
Jim was not too shy, so he asked the witch to attend the Harvest tea.
But she said, “No offense, but I have not been dreaming of thee.”

So, guess who ended up with the girl, after all.
It happened the eve of the prettiest harvest ball.
They were happy forever for the rest of their life.
He was now married to the most adorable wife!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Stevie the Wonder

The birth of an indomitable only instigates forces to envy
he comes to the world complete but flawed by a blonder
the journey will be long, his sail will be wavy
but his glue to success, he's letting no asunder
obstacles only makes the climbing more classy by the Ivy
the thorns are overcomed to reach beyond and yonder.

A car crash of the 70s and his fate is inflicted with scurvy
possessing the billboard's apex, that's his first rejoinder
three consecutive albums of the year, this is not a movie
even with sight depleted, he's a 25-time commander
his "happy birthday" song that makes a sadist groovy
lets martin the junior-king grateful and honoured from under.

Accolades and trophies make the cabinet full and heavy
rock and roll, rhythm and blues, his prowess is on the calendar
who said disability is a hindrance not to make one savvy?
Those who ultimately lose are the ones who surrender
now an epitome of peace and freedom, that's our beloved Stevie
achieving against all odds to make the people always wonder.
Form: Rhyme

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