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Little darling, thy fada wears a garland of frowns,
The breda must explain their jokes to him across the night,
Worry devours his heart,his wallet emptied of light,
Fallen sistrins and soaring debts weigh him down.
Parasitic friends,the firewater that hauls him down,
Your mada' open relationship haunts him without end
You poor black girl,his paternal duty no hand can mend,
So little darling,mockingbird sings sagacity' gentle crown.
'' Motivate him'',cries nightingale,'' seek angels that heel,
Set calm and clear,boundaries firm and the rule of right,
Recall the days when Rastafari made his soul bright ,
Technicalized guidance cuts through despair and anger's steel.
Sistren and fada ,simmer down a little bit,sooth the strife,
And read The Holy Piby for blessings in holy Jah life''
Glossary of Useful non pompous English terms:
Fada-father
breda-brother
sistrins -sisters
mada--mother
Rastafari--the best religion
technicalized-professional
Holy Piby-Bible of Rastafari
It is not that I do not care
or your worries that I share
Your problems though they be
are not really about me
Sympathy not much
feelings out of touch
Concern forgive my yawn
angry I feel rather calm
Wrong or right
good or bad
let it be
I am sleepy
So stew on for awhile
I am neutral timid and mild
Maybe a nap and after I wake
we can sort it out, see what's at stake
Simmer down and go slow
ease off and let it go
If you blow your top
will it ever stop
Mediocre as it seems
dumb to others sure its deem
but important to you you you
for the hundredth time walk me through.
Please don’t create all the drama
and then sit and ask why it’s there.
Say it’s okay but clearly it’s not
start in on the texting girl just stop.
It’s clear that you won’t just say it,
veracious words are absent here.
Either shoot straight or stay silent.
All I really want is a peaceful vibe.
Girl, I’m not going to fall into it,
good god you feed off of conflict!
Reel it in and just simmer down
easy to see why your crutch is THC.
Suture your mouth if you need to
sour grapes is not a good look.
I don’t want to play all these games.
Victorious are those who will walk,
exit alone rather than sit and squawk.
Butter was most gorgeous color of yellow the unicorns had ever seen.
Many suggested she might grow to be Mayflower’s Unicorn Queen.
Giddy mother told too many people who were jealous of her babe.
Father told mother to simmer down about it; his name was Sir Gabe.
Butter grew to be lovely with talents too numerous to mention.
She became the grand marshal of more than one unicorn convention.
Father was proud of daughter’s accomplishments, there were many.
Mother was a dainty, prissy, girly unicorn. Her name was Penny.
Penny and Sir Gabe argued about Butter often into the night.
Sir Gabe liked his daughter the way she was, not girly, all right?
Penny was inflexible and did not understand Butter’s ways.
She wanted to change her daughter; stewed about it most days.
Butter spoke to her mother as gently and carefully as she could.
She calmly explained, "This does not make me feel good."
Embarrassed, her mother apologized and agreed to try and do better.
She knit Butter an adorable red and green I am the Boss sweater.
Butter was never Mayflower’s Unicorn Queen, but her best friend was.
Toast was girly and prissy, and had a mane full of gorgeous pink fuzz.
Butter told her mother, “don’t’ worry, maybe my sister will be a queen.
But sister became president of the WBA; queen was not her dream.
Penny admitted that she wanted to live vicariously through her girls.
She liked dressing them in pink and twisting their manes into curls.
Admitted Sir Gabe’s idea of letting his daughters be who they are
Truly helped them both become their own unique kind of star.
A day like other days
She, leaving the bus, had forgotten the umbrella
Strolls, her face is more African now
She has a walking stick, says it is for her balance
My love for her has grown over the years
I cannot think of the time we were apart before
We met twenty-two years ago.
We have Christmas Day here, but the next day we travel
a hospital in Lisbon that specializes in hip replacement
We will stay the night in the metropole and have a good meal.
look at things- for my part, like the grumpy North Korean leader
Then back to the Algarve with trees and big boulders
Tomorrow we are eating at a hotel that serves cabrito
sauté potatoes and a lot of sweets
since I`m driving only water for the journey
or tomato juice.
It is an ordeal for me to be among people, I don`t know
I will take 5 ml of Valium,
It will keep me calm until I simmer down and laugh at bad jokes
as told by an exhibitionist.
We can`t stay long since we are living in the morning
On a short walk outdoors, I saw my dog, who walked beside me
I bent down to pat her head, but she saw something
and ran into the bushes, I called her
name; Bambi came here when it dawned on me she had been dead for ten
years, and it made me think of my own mortality
but not in a gloomy way.
Sun, blue sky, and stillness, the hunters have gone
drinking in a cafe, but the visit from Bambi perked me up
So did a cup of coffee when coming home
nothing out of the ordinary yet, I persist in dreaming of tomorrow
Shake; shake do the shake n'
bake, got me another round of
hot sauce love bang; Bang!!!!
Quick to jump the bamboo
stick, given it a whirl of double
pleasure gets you off by
any doubts that I can blow your
mind.
Which now is fully bloomed
with excitement as we come
tunneling in a pure inticimy
earthquake, between the
sheets...
Where I've raddled your cage
through the jungle of my hut,
You can no longer excape: So
gore this thirst full erge to hunt
for prey to eat as I catch you
Apon this journey...
Hoping to pounce on you, roll
you around the field in secrecy
to simmer down the heat and
rise among the sun right by
your side with a steamy shake
n' bake love bang; bang Yeah you
Know you want some; So come
On And get me.....if you can!!!
Nationalism,
nation supremacy,
rooted in competing patriarchal capital rivalries,
is entirely incompatible with EarthPatriotism
rooted in loyalty to cooperatively healthy matriotism
Wherever MotherEarth may yet be healthy climate rediscovered
in sensory input and outputs of a child
unbound breathing in enculturing good humor
Still fully awake
meaning much more than not yet dead,
Embracing Earth's Paradise found
means far more than ending homelessness,
bareness,
hopelessness,
For restoring cooperative peace
more than competing retributive-avoidance models
for justice as invoking a fee
and loss of freedom punishments
while preaching skills in anger and depression management,
but silent about happiness and compassion cooperative ownership.
Competition in nationalism,
whether white
against pink,
royal purple
against ultra-violet feminist,
even green
against black and brown prejudice,
each autonomously anti-ecological nationalistic stew
when we simmer down
into non-violent communication
of spatial Here
with temporal Now,
Competing FirstChoice nation-states
miss golden global opportunities
to embrace healthier polycultural outcomes
of multicultural cooperative grace,
polypathic WinWin karma,
polyphonic musing face
of Earth's well-timed expansive soul
revolving space
A healthy organic way to speak
and think
and feel as a day and night revolving child
naturally embracing WinWin
co-redeeming spiritual ecopolitics.
Violent competitions,
mutual abuse and neglect,
between ZeroZone sacred nations
are antithetical to cooperative conversations,
planning and nature development,
in EarthTribe non-violent WinWin communication
CoArising nighttime dreamscape melodies,
non-conspiring feeling peacefully immunized
against conspiracy theories
playing WinLose roles
embracing evolutionary predative jihad anxieties,
risks to bully or become bullied by chaotic capital climates
and internal bicameral storms,
nightmare feelings nauseously disassociating inside from outside,
ego against eco,
concave overbearing convex,
ZeroZone soul ignoring OneZone body's primal needs and feelings,
Right bipolar conflicting Left dipolar co-arising
EarthSoul Health integrity
prefers co-reflecting
4-SpaceTime Revolutionary Boson Models--
opaquely expanding DNA-structured splendor.
Ten is the number to begin
Early in the garden
Gathering herbs, foxglove and more
On her face casual grin
Nine are the ingredients here
Placed in beef stew to simmer
It will be tender, succulent
For his eye will grow dimmer
Eight minutes sear the stew beef
Add some herbs like lemon thyme
Pour in beef broth to simmer down
Let it stew half a day's time
Seven is the count to cook some rice
A soft bed to nestle
Colors a great contrast appeal
Beauty, aroma will settle
Six add carrots, red and green peppers
The slow simmer, leaves crunch
Perfect in shape, color and taste
He will munch, munch, and munch
Five memories of his abuse
Threats, terror, and betrayal
Guns pointed to head even loaded
To public opposite portrayal
Four ladles of stew removed
Add some oleander
To stew on range, and let simmer
Stir the pot, leaves meander
Three flowers from pretty foxglove
Maybe this stew he'll love
Hear his truck come down the drive
Everything's quiet even dove
Two ladles served upon white rice
Her's prepared set aside
Upon a plate over white rice
Stew served that she contrived
One ambulance pulls quietly away
Rushing to hospital
Entirely too late to save the day
A crime? Really Committal?
I watch TV crime stories..LOL
Wart of hubris, sweat of cursed
Jealous eyes and greed at worst
Blood from pride, tears from pain
Some wretched feelings from disdain.
Sordid juices caused by lust
One liberal dusting of distrust.
A pinch of squander on path to diet
Then splash of anger from disquiet
Two parts grease; on one’s own behalf
Once can of echo, from mocking laugh.
Grind chains of office to subtly blend
Add some waste from overspend
Ignore the stench and simmer down
Wait for pride to rise don't let it drown.
One last step for this magic spell
Free a poison pen with a tip to quell.
In the name of good fun
you let me have none
every time you joke
the anger makes me choke
so you get your popcorn out
laugh at me when I shout
say you only have good intentions
that I never used to doubt
Bring me to the boil but I won’t simmer down
decorate me as your circus when you’re the top class clown
you lit the gas too quickly
soon after there will be smoke
and this time there’ll be no room
for you to disguise it as a joke
Bring me to the boil but you’ll find the dial doesn’t move
you chose the wrong person to illustrate your point to prove
there will be no return from this
and all of it will be thanks to you
you’ll have yourself cursing your poor judgement
you won’t know what to do
Everything I could say
about your eyes peering the other way
shall I divulge it all, or take it day by day?
because you bruise
with actions that you choose
I’ve tried to laugh it off
put myself in your shoes
but the act has expired and there’s a lot I can transpire
don’t make the mistake of choking on smoke after fire
Bring me to the boil I dare you to try
give it one more go and you won’t look me in the eye
you think you’ve seen my worst but that’s a taste at best
I will feel the weight just drop out of my chest
Bring me to the boil I know that’s what you love to do
you will finally hear the truth
about how everyone counts on you
Bring me to the boil and feel everything just break
it’s a well established fact you give more than you can take