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Two A.M. mother nature's alarm clock goes off
Quickly to the nursery to see that diapers soft
Touch his little bottom that is very clean
This little baby would never be treated mean
Five A.M. to the kitchen to prepare a breakfast feast
Hoping they will enjoy eggs, biscuits, and chopped beef
Six A.M. bath time for the baby boy
He will enjoy playing with his rubber toy
Seven A.M. arrange fresh flowers
Give instructions to the maid, figure hours
She is paid, write her check and letters
While listening to the intercom for any tiny stirs
Time to play with baby and take him for a stroll
Back in time to freshen up for lunch is baked sole
But little baby boy back into his bed
He will need a nap to rest his little head
The house needs some extra touches
For tonight we entertain guests the Cliches
Hope that our homes is a perfect place
Our rooms will enough space
The baby boy is now awake I need to play
With him for heavens sake
Go away cobbwebbs, Go away
For baby boys don't have time to wait
Our ancestors shed their sweat
and blood fighting for liberty
So through the diversity of nations
We would not see destruction
nor weakness in our differences
But they fought,they gave their lives
so we could live to feel the calm beauty
the strength and harmony of freedom.
May we never lose that freedom
May we never trade it for Violence
Hate and Mediocrity.
Let not our anger,nor our voices
silence the unity of our homelands.
It is better to be us against the seven winds
than us against eachother
Because we are sons and daughters
of the same world.
We belong to the same mother.
We are sisters and brothers.
I look for you all the time, and find you in my thoughts.
I think of our years together, and find you in my memories.
I often discover you close-up, on the outskirts of my mind.
But revelations of you in such domains are limited at best.
Not quite satisfied, I continue my search for the deeper you.
At last, a beautiful portrait appears in a most treasured book.
There were numerous poses of you, all so breathtakingly beautiful. So beautiful, that it was very challenging to produce a complete set.
The words accompanying the poses were so distinctive and impeccable. I could not choose them all; so I selected the number of completion.
Yes, I chose seven poses of you from those treasured pages.
The first was a standing pose of one filled with capability.
I beheld a stunning portrait of a very prudent investor.
I was struck by the sight of one so strikingly confident.
There was a sitting pose of an intelligent business woman.
There was the dignified lady glowing in energy and strength.
Like magnet, I was drawn toward the pose of a God fearing woman. Lastly, I beheld one so indelibly deserving of appreciation and respect.
12052015 Bible: Proverbs 31
Her husband brought the mushroom table lamp home
It was something he thought she could make into a poem
She wrote it into a story, and it took a flight of its own.
Taking flight like a colorful kite that adored being flown.
He was thrilled that she liked it, she was thrilled with the gift.
They had it for years, and never had even one little riff.
Their son took it to his house when they went to Heaven.
He and his wife followed their lead, and soon had offspring- seven.
Each grandchild wanted their own mushroom table lamp.
I heard this story from my weirdest cousin named Champ.
This one was the original lamp, he told me that day.
I hoped that someday one would be coming my way!
When I was just seven, so small
My best friend Jacob, outdid us all
He had a pet Cobra, cool as could be
He forgot to feed it for a whole week you see
So I killed him
When I was fourteen, I went to the zoo
So many animals, all lounging around
Some seemed starved and some seemed week
One poor zebra died right on its feet
So I killed a Zookeeper
When I was twenty one I met a young blonde
We dated and loved and times where great
Her pet Collie so youthful with such playful traits
She left him in the car, the heat at one hundred and eight
So I killed my girlfriend
I am older now, a full mature twenty eight
My neighbor Miss Jennings has a cat we call him Mate
He loves all the felines all over the town
Till Miss Jennings had him neutered the Mate is down
So I killed Miss Jennings
Now I am thirty five and working so hard
At the animal shelter as the night guard
They bring in the wounded, the week and defenseless
All these humans who treat pets with out any senses
So I killed few strangers who mistreated pets
I am forty-two and work for the park
Where they come every day walking their pets after dark
In leashes so tight and bound round the neck
How is the good? Oh what the heck
So I killed all of them too
Now I am forty nine and in county jail
For some serial crimes they accuse me of committing
All I did was love animals, who are they kidding?
I am the hero in this story you all must see?
So I escaped and killed the jailor and now I am free
I have read the local papers; I am on the front page
They want to put me in a prison cage
Oh and there is PETA, who claim me as Saint
I am so proud why I might almost faint
But I kill myself as my final act
To be with the animals I loved till the last
Divine Mother of whom we
speak, empowers us to see
that we’re soul encased in form.
It’s Her love that keeps us warm.
She’s the kinetic aspect
of God’s energy, love flecked,
who enables us to feel
in fullness, bliss beats appeal.
By Mother’s grace, we see God,
no sooner blossoms soul’s pod.
God or Father’s living light,
known when we garner clear sight.
Call Mother by any name,
for pure hearts it’s all the same.
Hermit, etch these words in stone:
She responds to love alone.
Mother takes us to heaven
through body chakras seven,
for souls whose heart is steady,
signalling that they’re ready.
The whole world is Mother’s womb
where soul dons body costume,
propelled on a wingless flight,
needing Her grace day and night.
From God there is no distance,
when ends ego’s resistance
and to this end, Mother’s touch
holds us erect, sans thought crutch.
To Mother, we write this ode,
for we live in Her abode,
so aboard Mother’s bliss bus,
we will go, where She takes us.
20-March-2023
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Writing Challenge - 'M' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar
(8/10/12)
There was three of them in an old pickup truck
After drinking all night at the GOLDEN DUCK.
As the sun was coming up they was screamin and cussin
As to what to do next - they was fussin.
When seeing this sixteen year old riding her bike to school
They started acting like the drunken fools.
They started screaming and howling and giving wolf cries
As the girl rode on by.
They wasn’t just satisfied with their howls and cries
They wanted her by their sides.
They turned the truck around and cut her off
They was going to show her “ who was boss”.
They tried to grab her from the back
But she was prepared for any sneak attacks.
She had her guardian angel with her from heaven
And she had been learning KUNG -FU since the age of seven.
When the first one reached out to grab her
She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand straight up and back
Till she heard his wrist crack.
As the second one came running up
A round house kick in his face
Sent him flying into space.
The third one came at her with a tire iron in his hand
As she crotched down and took her stand
When he was about two feet away and open wide
In his crotch her kick did fly.
All three men lay on the ground
as she picked up her bike without a sound
Put her bike on their pick up truck
With this girl they was s--- out of luck.
Then drove the truck into town
and told the sheriff where they could be found.
They was charged with “drunk and disorderly manner”
And on the high school there flies a banner.
“Protect yourself and don’t give in
Being a bully you will never win”
Unveiling of the righteous King has come.
To bring a peace upon the ravaged land.
A war was fought, the loser did succumb.
The soldiers now are just, by King's command.
A Prince of evil tried to claim his realm,
And tethered people to a hopeless place.
With blade from sword and chains to overwhelm.
He stole and pillaged all without disgrace.
A brother older strode to their defense.
From ancient land to where a prison held.
He paid a ransom held at great expense,
And slayed the tyrant Prince his anger quelled.
The throne he lusted for the Prince had claimed.
Brought anger forth from rightful King he blamed.
contest The Deadly Seven
1/20/16
As I dusted off an old jazz LP
A musical genie appeared to me
With seven notes in his hand
And a wish for each one
So I wished to see some singers and bands
Then I traveled back in time
On a C note
To hear the great jazz bands of old
My first stop was with the Count
Count Basie caressed the piano
As the saxophone turned out gold
The bass guitar was strumming away
And I listened to Billie Holiday
As she sang 'Blue Moon'
I then hitched a ride on a D note
And that took me to see the Duke
As I watched him tickle the ivories
I was taken for a ride on the A train
Where I heard him play Moon River
I left the train on an E note
To see Ella Fitzgerald sing
I did not want to depart
Until she sang "Cry you out of my heart"
Then a G note took me away
So I could hear Nina Simone play
I still had a few notes to spare
As Nina sang "My baby don't care.......
Before I left, I wanted to see one last show
So the B note took me to see Louie Satchmo
With his trumpet blaring
To "When the saints go marching in"
It was a great musical affair
And I rode home on the melodic notes
of the great trumpeteer
I had to travel through eight worlds to save Princess Peach.
But she's about as warm and caring as a blood sucking leech.
After killing seven fake Bowsers, I finally destroyed the real one.
I did it to save Peach but it was something I shouldn't have done.
She turned out to be a snob, she called me dumb and Luigi dumber.
She said that we're worthless in her eyes because we're just plumbers.
I had to fight turtles and Goombas, and I told her that I deserved to be thanked.
She said that I'm dust beneath her feet and I decided that she should be spanked.
I put her over my knee and I spanked that soft ass.
She cried and cried which proves that she has no class.
I was only given a few lives and I had to travel through thirty-two levels to be able to win.
I would've dumped Peach in the lava instead of Bowser if I had things to do over again.