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THE MONARCHS ENGAGED US
The monarchs engage us. We amazed them. We’ ‘the colorful butterfly people'' saw silent fluttering hovering overhead, their duty to the flowers n trees was now shared with us, eight colorful and vibrantly intoxicated them with our passion fruit. We amazed them, we the beautiful colorful, butterfly of people...saw silent fluttering, hovering overhead. Riding on our rhythms as we danced. They remembered us from millennium's ago. The butterflies thought we were amazing. The butterflies danced with us... We think they watched us watching them. And then joined in; they were riding on our rhythm, that music that we vibrated through the air, the lake was also keeping a beat with the chopping waves. As 8 black women celebrating life...out in the woods, suddenly bonded with the butterflies. Monarchs on a mission, swarmed on us like friendly bees dancing in formation;
We unknowingly extended an open invitation.
They danced over us excitedly to: rolling on the river…
Obviously, ‘the butterflies thought we were amazing''!
The monarchs engaged us... We amazed them... Their duty to the flowers n trees now shared with ''the colorful, people they saw. We saw them silently fluttering, and hovering overhead. Riding on our rhythms as we danced, they remembered us from millennium's ago with us... We think they watched us watching them. And then joined in, riding on our rhythm, music vibrated through the air, the lake was keeping a beat with the chopping waves...8 black women; ‘’dancing to our chosen selections, celebrating life...dancing out in the woods; butterflies converged on us like sky swans diving in formation then hovered. It was then we unknowingly extended an open invitation… obviously, ‘the audience of beautiful monarch butterflies thought we were amazing''!
As we danced and sang to the SUPREAMES.
There's always music in our house
From when we first awaken.
Unless the TV's on, at night,
It rarely is forsaken.
The radio provides the tracks
And what we like may vary,
From classical to rock to blues,
Whatever tunes they carry.
At times, a CD may replace
The FM's current choices
If their selections don't reflect
Our wish for certain voices.
The car is also well-equipped
To meet our needs when driving
And Sirius provides the songs
For happy road surviving.
I can't imagine life without
The music that surrounds us,
A sustenance like food or air
That definitely grounds us.
Can anyone follow the news anymore?
during Euro 2024,
after the UK elections,
when I want to know the latest selections,
In Gareth Southgate’s team,
In Sir Keir Starmer’s team,
with everyone analysing, prophesying,
what this or that might mean.
Even if we heard those songs before,
all the pundits are oh so cock-sure,
everyone thinks they know the score,
the truth is nobody ever knows,
until that final whistle blows.
Everyone’s riding their luck, their chance,
pick up a history book, take a glance,
they never write any of them in advance.
That 2-1 defeat hurt, but it was no disgrace,
after all England, still claimed second place,
so I will congratulate Spain,
and celebrate how far our team came,
give our manager and players, respect that's due,
that's the least, that anyone can do.
The news from the US, just got even worse,
it's time that I returned to my verse,
or read the latest on Port Talbot steel,
then go back to following Labour's New Deal.
Outside the city, tasty pomegranates grow,
the Wakefields look forward to delayed honeymoon.
British coffee merchant, James was raised in Bordeaux.
Each day, they sample wines after lunch, after noon;
sober sweethearts smile, their selections apropos.
New to their palates - pomegranate/cranberry,
two acidic fruits, both improve in the blending;
secret recipes mix sweetness with pungency.
The two lovers delve in, raw tastes that are trending;
mixing with dry merlot, a cheese rich and creamy.
James relishes sharing his past with Mallory,
his new bride of three weeks and his dearest delight.
It is here, she'll meet his extended family.
It’s here they foster new clients, enjoy old sights.
Here, they reserve a right and preference for coffee.
written 12 April 2016
Indigo whispers in denim mysteries,
Retelling inspirations, muses
On trembling cotton, blessing away
Dark fictions with gentle words,
Psalms and wisdoms, written in lessons,
Breathing hope, faith and love,
Remembering the heart, the soul, the spirit,
Revealing the light beyond the materials…
Rayon dresses, worn on Sunday
Worn to weddings, funerals, events
Where faded jeans and t-shirt themes
Aren’t exactly the best selections,
Where hearts and souls divulge their dreams,
In vibrant satins, whispers of pink,
Blushing rose and savory crimson, purple
Leaves the heart feeling blessed
By the risk of dressing beyond my means,
In gentle silk, soothing and graceful
Like the stars in the sky, the moon with its light,
Providing the night a stillness that plummets
Insights and imagination, soothing away
Every fear, all desperation….
Poetry sighs, in beautiful cries
Singing to the soul who hears the promises
Wrote by feelings, emotions so gentle,
Feelings in flowing emeralds, silent ivory
Forests of graceful flowers,
Musical tones, sent by lavender
While the sunny moods risk nothing,
To prove that life isn’t meant to be lived
Without the joy of sharing your wardrobe
Secrets beyond the attire, poured
Over a heart who confides its light
To everyone who hears what isn’t spoken
By a closet as bold as the clever notes
Found in heavily scented roses,
Discovered in those who know – always know
A measure of your dreams seem to cling to
The closet that holds your best dress!
Day one
The day that changed my life
Sent me on a different course
Became a life force
Informed my future direction
Helped me make better selections
No longer living in a place of correction
Before that day
I was never good enough
Life treated me rough
I believed
I was not made of good stuff
I longed to disappear
Better if I was never here
I had resided in a place of fear
Until that one day
One day
That day
A teacher
Believed in me
Let me know I was more
What life had in store
He reached down to my core
Like a parched desert
I drank it in
Let his words fill my heart
Permeating every part
How we finish more important than where we start
All it takes is one
One person
One day
New notes will play
Lives can change in that way
I am so thankful
For
Day one
I dreaded it when I hit the age of waist band stretch.
The choices I have are butterflies with glitter; they make me wretch.
Can you spell dumpy and frumpy? Because now I can for sure.
Fashion designers have excused themselves from old women mature.
Sure, we are slower, but are we less wise in the head?
Do we want to wear navy and black for years ‘til we’re dead?
I look at my choices. Where are the oranges? A purple or pink?
The fact is that in woman’s world, my options pretty much stink.
I see the size two’s and three’s and fours, and I want to wear them.
They are colorful and sexy, I think as I cough up my phlegm.
I see no linens, no waists, nothing fitted or smart.
I leave the store gladly, exiting with a well-chosen fart.
I want something sensual, colorful, and fashionable too.
The best I can do is a two-toned high-heeled shoe.
Where are the fashion designers for women of distinction like me?
I walk to the next store, where the selections are identical, I see.
10/21/19
Living I'm blessed to do
I reckon to you
There's more than a dimension or two
Life continues to beckon through
In any direction it's true
Worse and better selections
Good and bad intentions
Let this be a lesson to you
Eventually the great depression ensued
Folks that do or don't leave impressions on you
Some have a profession or two
The questions grew
It was or wasn't a great suggestion to you
You either did or didn't make a confession or few
Eventually engines blew
Won by the last second or two
Will or won't have misconceptions of you
Continually the tensions grew
Some beginning to threaten, having aggression toward you
Wanting possession of you
Other's dangerous obsessions grew
Paying nothing but attention to you
Make a mess of you
Been far ahead of you
I'd expect nothing less of you
As good as dead to you
Watch out, or it'll have ended for you
Will or won't find out if heaven is true
The only mention of you
Left behind seven shoes
And eleven Rubik's cubes
Best wishes on what you're destined to do
Wisen up when life gives lemons to you
Work harder and on more revenue
Show you in person, don't need to put it in pen for you
If need be, I'd have bled for you
Stick out my arm, leg , chest and neck for you
Like I always said to you
There's nobody else instead of you
Because I have a connection with you
Still will follow through, on what I set to do
I wish my best to you
To tell the truth
Either way, I'd go to heaven, but not hell for you
Many methods grew
In the midst of a quest or two
Finishing the job, is what is next to do
Judas Iscariot would later feel great pity.
The sad state Jesus was in he was able to see.
The thirty pieces of silver received as a fee,
would be thrown in the temple, considered “blood money‘.
This made it illegal to hold in the treasury.
Judas would then hang himself from a branch on a tree.
The money would be used to purchase a potter’s field.
All this was as the prophet Jeremiah revealed.
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Governor Pontius Pilate would later see Jesus.
This Roman would hear all the charges from Caiaphas.
“Are you really King of the Jews?” was Pilate’s question.
“It’s as you say” Jesus said in reciprocation.
All further questioning resulted in reticence.
Pilate would wonder why Jesus maintained his silence.
The Roman governor would view this as a strange thing.
Pilate said, “I can’t sentence him. He has done nothing!”
A normal custom done during the Passover Feast,
would be a choice of two prisoners to be released.
Among one of the selections that would be Jesus,
there was a convicted murderer named Barabbas.
Pilate asked the crowd which one they were willing to take.
Barabbas was the overwhelming choice they would make.
After Jesus was flogged, Pilate would say to the crowd:
“What shall I do with Jesus?” He would ask them quite loud.
When asked this question, nearly all of the crowd replied:
“You should take Jesus away, and have him crucified”
To spare the life of Jesus is what Pilate had tried.
However, they all reiterated what they cried.
“Crucify him” was what the people shouted to say.
A time later, Roman soldiers took Jesus away.
Buttery affection rains from the skies
Nurturing the tulips and daffodils
Bursts of joy upon the earth, to arise
With wonderous smiles, sunny thrills
Robins and wrens wrestle with the wind
Laughing and crooning, inspiring serenity
Warring with the windchimes, chagrined
By the swirling charms of love’s amenity
Oaks and birch whisper to the affections
Offering their silent hope with a caress
From the budding leaves with selections
For springtime reveries hearts profess
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