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You will find me fearless
I am master of my own strength
Shout out the word ; c o u r a g e
Always hardworking, not strenuous
a beacon of hope
Fearless heart, attitude bold
The vision of exploring
daring to move mountains
I
promise
you
Violent storms may attack
and untested strength may fail
Put the lessons on your soul
ignore the brake
Certain things capture my attention
The steadfast Edelweiss
drenched in dew
Breath of almighty
I
promise
you
A "woof! woof!" shout-out
goes out to a dearly departed
four-legged pooch
running free in doggie heaven!
An energetic, playful people-pleaser
that belonged to
a friend and old neighbor of mine
What a personality had he!
He was taught so many tricks:
He barked "Woof! Woof!"
when told to "speak."
He knew how to sit and stay,
how to roll over, even how to
hi-five and shake hands.
He loved getting his belly rubbed, too!
A funny, intelligent, curious,
not to mention, affectionate...
pit bull named "Baby"
He made me laugh one time
chewing on his squeaky toy...
for what seemed like an eternity!
I'll never forget him; he loved
the treats I used to bring him.
He really liked me and used to...
lick me to death
every time I petted him!
He changed my perception
of pit bulls forever!
Rest in peace, "Baby"(2007-2018)
All Pets Go To Heaven Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 08/10/2020
They've tossed their souls away
again
harlots for a vote
they've fingered the race card
the rapist card
the Russian card
the Ukraine card
now they're playing mahjong
with a virus.
Muzzling our freedoms and rights
placing plastic tiles in our minds
when this latest fallacy fails
they'll boomerang (black)
to the race card again.
They're locking {we the people away}
giving early release to protect rapist
and assorted other derelicts... from the flu!
Do they think a tsunami of convicts
will keep six feet away from our
daughters
mothers
grandmothers.
My father used to sweat the flu out
I remember him saying
"get me another blanket"
we'd stack them three or four high,
The fever would break
he'd be back to work the next day.
only to inhale benzene rings
to keep us in meat and greens...
They don't make them like that anymore
This will be a baton head splitting summer
oppression will detonate
spill freedoms' soul onto the avenues
fringe factions will clash..
Come November
just remember who locked you up
released the filth of society onto our streets
remember who pointed fingers-fell asleep
while withholding your money
to gain political traction
trashing the economy
running helter skelter over livelihoods
come November-shout out people!
remember how your local gvt. couldn't find
illegal alien felons to deport them
but suddenly found them long enough
to give them your Wuhan money -your bread and honey
come November vote their globalist behinds out of office
and into their
plush-slush funded gated community
A small dog (possibly irish)
fights a dandelion seed as it puffs upward
on a gentle breeze.
Pin sharp teeth snap at near misses.
I am unleashed walking around a park pond
the earth trembles with deep thoughts.
Father Thomas in his long black priestly frock
is riding an electric scooter.
He is smiling at me and nodding as if he knows me.
He doesn't, but I know him,
and I am not sure about the guy.
The sun is rolling out of a bed of clouds,
young mothers are showing up pushing strollers.
The infants toddle as they ride with their eyes closed.
They are dream-walking in their ears.
Five yellow ducklings dibble and dabble on a calm surface
They sound like lost kittens as they call.
An adult Mallard has its head underwater
its bottom tail feathers upended.
The yellow line of ducklings dibble and babble faster
as they converge upon the hope of being found.
Joggers are arriving in packs.
Soon this place will buzz and swarm,
kids will shout out 'mummy, mummy, mummy'
for no reason at all
and then it will all go quiet.
Guest lists will be compiled, reservation booked
for more perambulations, but for now
the throng disperses one by one
each in thoughtful solitude.
Have you ever had that situation?
One minute you're lying asleep
The next you're awake
And in trouble deep.
On the pillow next to you where
There should be an empty space
Lies a pretty, sleeping, very
Feminine female face.
You look for the door and,
With a sense of doom
Realize very quickly
You're in a strange room,
The last thing you remember
Is being in a strange bar
So where on earth are your mates
And for that matter, where's your car.
This may be very nice
But all the same
Who on earth is
Miss What's her name.
She could cry for help
Or shout out rape,
Now's the time
For a strategic escape.
A sleeping arm flings out
And comes to rest
And suddenly you're lying
Naked breast to naked chest.
It's warm and it's nice and you
Think I might as well just stay
Tonight is tonight and
Tomorrow's just another day,
Remembering the proverb,
There’s no need to rush,
‘cos a bird in the hand
Is worth two in the bush
I had a friend who was full of snideness
said I nicked his bike but I was in Cyprus
told people for years with total slyness
bitterness is always a trait with surprises
What’s more is he made up this story,
tells it causing an air which deplores me,
also tells all I make up stories
and they treat me bad or ignore me,
savage stains on my reputation
and no one knows I was out of the nation,
I did nothing on this occasion
still they don’t get my frustration
If I confront why should I feel bad
he did something he shouldn’t have
that’s the reason I now shout out mad
because he did something he shouldn’t have
Dom says I stole his bike but he’s talking grit
I wonder what else he says like a git,
I could have found him give him a hit
but I’d rather tell you I didn’t do it
Just because we can’t concur
Doesn’t mean we can’t confer
Yes, the world is in a mess
But that don’t make me Rudolph Hess
They state that soon in every street
There’ll be the stomp of booted feet
And yet the misinformed will tweet
“It’s our new world so don’t you bleat.”
It’s, “If you don’t agree with me,
You’ll get such bad publicity
No radio and no TV
We’ll cancel you Immediately.”
Fresh from school their mind is made
Opinions held shall not be swayed
New rules on a whim and prayer
And we must all be there… or square
Has the world gone truly mad?
Half of it is Leningrad
A fellow with a hasselblad
Takes candid shots of next doors dad
He bought a shiny new Suzuki
Seemingly that makes him kooky
He, perhaps I should remind ya…
Should have bought that car from China
In Britain, Lefties won the day
To many people’s great dismay
Still the left are in a lather
Each, a budding Che Guevara
Lenin’s in my sitting room,
And Stalin’s got a brand new broom
While right outside is Kim Jong Un
And Mao Zedong will be here soon
It’s, “I don’t like your point of view
I’ve got a slug of lead for you,”
We’ll tell the paparazzi too
That you’re a nazi in plain view
It’s, “I am neither he nor she…
So don’t you try to label me
Leave that oil beneath the sea
Just bring some from the UAE.”
They preach about reducing bills
With all those very still windmills
“And from the Sun,” they shout out loud
While disregarding thick black cloud
The gullible will state their case,
“We’re gonna save the human race,
Our climate’s gonna make us fry
You must not fly or we will die.”
Some spread the wealth by looting stores
Then drive home in their four by fours
But then some respite; sadly, brief
It’s summer… They’re in Tenerife
Sun burns earth where wheat once grew
dry as sticks now no chance to renew
Rain will fall no more to enrich the land,
mother cant cry ,silenced by human hand.
Jungle trees cleared by greed
no fruits ripen producing healthy seeds,
to cure ailments and disease alike,
Forever lost in barren ground.
Poisoned ground with chemicals
wiping out insects who pollinate crops
Poisoned minds fed by corporate words
spliting minds like a sweeping sword.
Like sheep all led to the slaughter
promises of riches and a longer life
Used as fodder in religious strife
Oh people of earth seek the water.
Too late will be the cry as the Earth
broken beyond repair dies slowly
and breathes its last ,will they
all shout out any price to pay.
Why didnt we heed the rebels call,
instead we laughed at natures fall.
Why didnt we act when the chance arose,
its too late now as we fall.
Cry for a dying world we called home
Tears shed that wont water a crop
Cry to the sky and whatever God
to save us from a living hell.
if only we did something ourselves
did we really need that big house
Why did we laud selfish thoughts
Believing what we thought was truth.
andy p mcintyre 27/5/2019
Mom
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
MOM !!
My first shout out loud...
Where is my metal
When i am weak
Where is my coastline
From the deep...
Where is the fountainhead
Of our parenthood
Her heart is never locked
She rubs my ear
When I fear
And vows to love me
In solemn oath.
Where is my flawless
My entire vital wrap
My loyal guardian..
Who makes me golden.
My blanket when
I am cold..
MOM !!
I shout out loud...
Where is my trumpet call
In her shawl
She shouts from the hall
Our pact is unbreakable
In my babyhood of
Sore, cut and bleed
She be my nurse.
The jaundice, fever and the pox
She cure's it all away
Where is my night call
The tissue to my cry
My songster so enjoyable
Who tucks me in with lullabye
And hugs me so tight
As if I was part of her body.
Where is the little
That I know
From the one that brought
Me up to grow
MOM !!
I shout out loud...
Dad you are a food cart
Your place is high
In the house..
But MOM is my
My shout out loud...
First hero in this world
And my first cry out for help
Will always be ..
MOM !
You are upside down
WOW !
My triumphant call.
In time life should be improving,
And it's nothing but confusing,
Odd days you fair so well,
Today's a day from hell,
It starts as you wake up,
Within a moment you blow up,
A simple task you've done each day,
Becomes a problem it's just the way,
A cup of coffee you spill the lot,
The temper starts you've lost the plot,
At your peril your walking around,
Without your slippers touching ground,
Next that is unknown to you,
A hard,sharp object coming into view,
On normal days it would be seen,
Not on a day that's been so mean,
You step on hard the pain is instant,
You shout out insults it's persistent,
There's no-one to calm you down,
If there was they'd see you frown,
But as you sit and nurse your wound,
You breath a sigh and then come round,
It has been a day full of drama,
But ends so tranquil and much calmer.