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The pain the curse called cancer or mildew let us pray a prayer for you
Now spirits behind this curse we petition the root every root to meet the truth.
Cauldron of witchcraft cooking the flesh of others we dismiss the powers that be and replace the plant that is planted by the sea tree of life upon every flesh to be healed if Jesus Christ our friend is real dismantle every hand of witchcraft every threat to life for we shall not die but live we will see this request happen by the power of the beaten stripes of our precious Lord a command is made and by his grace Lord give us this day our daily bread your words will never pass away heaven and earth may not stand. Still, we stand on this rock the name that is above all names and all things come forth and present yourself in this room now every spirit behind this cancer comes out every root every power of cancer leave as we place our spiritual hands on the pain and take a breather spirits dismantle the anchor's vehicles malignant tumors all demons involved in this sickness we rebuke you before the judge of all judges in the book of commands we command you to be plucked out of the earth and be planted in the sea you must obey nill and void yourself now to every evil growth dry and die in the name of our beloved Jesus Christ any and all satanic instructions to the body be dismantled this nanosecond all the poisons you gave and fed a spirit of death is charged in the presence of our all-seeing Great trinity God give it up evil spirit through the mouth or through the nose just a sneeze or through the tears of another Holy Ghost fire hotter than hot burn away every cancer cell we claim this already done our decree our petition before the Kingdoms table is granted! Amen and Amen!
National Panic Wednesday March 9th, 2022 actually... every day
Founded by Tom and Ruth Roy
solely to acknowledge hardship
of A. R. Harris
and her husband M.S. Harris,
who cope poorly
(even courtesy medication)
with anxiety attacks, especially when
violated, probed, interrogated courtesy
Highland Manor inquisition,
which traumatizing event happened
on aforementioned date
included with poem title.
J. G. and P. F.
constitute management team
under jurisdiction of Quoss
(pronounced chhath tt) and Grade,
who espouse principle laissez faire
but whose exhibited heavy handedness
pertaining to the married couple
named in the third line of this poem.
Either one or the other gals
who attend these premises
here at the Schwenksville location
(I won't mention
the state as penile solitude)
alluded to a peculiarly nasty odor
emanating from unit B44,
our man/woman cave.
We received a twenty four hour deadline
to get into shipshape the disarray
messiness even Pigpen
would find abominable,
yet upon receiving both
oral and written admonition,
me and the missus
buckled down and kickstarted
frenzied whirlwind one bedroom
apartment cleaning spree
zoned out like zombies of Sugar Hill
when the clock struck bewitching hour,
more specifically that alluded time
synonymous with midnight.
No matter we felt dead tired
whereat neither option
to acquire additional time,
nor desist existed,
and yet nearly impossible mission
to continue, but appealing
to temptation of sandman
out of the question.
Deep sleep for the weary
appeared oh so heavenly,
on par with plate
of powder milk biscuits,
our mandate (analogous to pilgrims
adults and children -
forced to fight in crusades)
forbid cessation, thus to plod
and plow onward
despite overwhelming urge to plotz,
(not the slang definition)
found yours truly
blissfully in dreamland
when me noggin hit the pillow,
Not for a minute
could yours truly
sit down and take a breather,
despite severe lower
(rightside) back pain.
Said dull throbbing ache
diagnosed as tight muscles
by Doctor (physical therapist)
John R. Mishock,
he would not countenance
(approve, comply, honor...)
I popped one Ibuprofen.
The government didn't do everything but you didn't either
It's God's Praises I'll sing so sit back and take a breather
He placed it all in you, right down to the tiniest little gift
As your being He drew, however satan so does try to sift
Blessing, upon blessing, upon blessing you don't see
It doesn't seem pressing and perhaps you don't agree
In using mans own thought you could never so define
Nor if you have not sought than you should not whine
Your speech and voice by Hand God put it all into place
That's why we rejoice for we KNOW of His great Grace
The way you do certain things and our very personality
The comfort this thought brings, even you must agree
He knows you so very well yet it's He you don't even ask
All of my problems I do tell, but it is in His Glory I bask
Everything thing I just said to literally every single word
Thoughts He placed in my head little phrase that I heard
Today is Pancake Day and there’s to be a pancake race
folk are on the starting line with a smile upon their face
Ted is ready with his frying pan, he is a fat old josser
but when it comes to pancakes, Ted’s an expert tosser.
He paces around anxiously and old Ted can’t resist
Getting in some practice with a quick flick of his wrist
Fresh pancakes get delivered by Terry who’s the boss
He’ll raise the starting pistol; Ted’s dying to have a toss
The gun goes BANG and off they go, Ted’s busy tossing away
busty Maureen's in the lead, if she wins there’ll be hell to pay!
Ted’s won the race the last five years, he tosses night and day
He’s had the trophy on his shelf and hopes that’s where it’ll stay
Maureen stumbles, her pancake drops and she begins to cry
Ted sneakily stamps on her pancake; he’s such a crafty guy
The finishing line is in sight, there’s just fifty yards to go
Ted frantically tosses his pancake, his wrist is fast not slow
Bill makes a sterling effort and comes at Ted from behind
tossing their pans in unison; Bill's got winning on his mind
Ted lunges for the white tape, but the race is declared a draw
Bill suggests a ‘toss off’ as there’s never been a draw before
Both men take a breather and get a fresh pancake to toss
if either drops their pancake then it will be to their loss
They both stand on the finish line and flip and toss like mad
neither of them will concede, whoever loses will be quite sad
A crowd gathers, eager to know who’ll be crowned the winner
suddenly a seagull swoops and grabs Ted’s pancake for its dinner
He starts to shout, he’s quite irate when it’s declared Bill's won
Ted takes it all too seriously, but Bill declared the toss off fun!
Today it’s Pancake Day and there’s to be a pancake race
Entrants are on the starting line with a smile upon their face
Old Ted ‘s ready with his frying pan, he is a fat old josser
but when it comes to pancakes, Ted’s an expert tosser
The gun goes BANG and off they go, Ted’s busy tossing away
busty Bertha's in the lead, if she wins there’ll be hell to pay!
Ted’s won the race the last five years, he tosses night and day
the trophy’s been on his top shelf, he hopes that’s where it’ll stay
Bertha stumbles, her pancake drops and she begins to cry
Ted sneakily stamps on her pancake; he’s such a crafty guy
The finishing line is in sight, there’s about fifty yards to go
Ted frantically tosses his pancake; his wrist goes fast not slow
Bill makes a sterling effort and comes at Ted from behind
they toss their pans in unison; Bill's got winning on his in mind
Ted lunges at the white tape, but the result’s declared a draw
Bill suggests they have a ‘toss off’ - there’s not been a draw before
Both men take a breather, awaiting a fresh pancake to toss
if either of them drops their pancake it will be a great loss
Both men stand on the finish line and flip and toss like mad
neither of them will concede, whoever loses will be quite sad
A crowd gathers, all eager to know who’ll be crowned the winner
suddenly a seagull swoops and grabs Ted’s pancake for its dinner
Ted starts to shout and stamps his feet when it’s announced Bill's won
he takes it all too seriously, but Bill declared the toss off was such fun!
Poem edited - originally posted in 2017
02/16/21
There's a shilling in the cellar
There's a killer who's a sham
There's a miller with that feller
In a dilly of a jam
There's a tiger on the telly
There's a Schweiger in a pram
Have some jelly for your belly
Have a lager on the tram.
There's an eager beaver Billy
With a meager bit of ham
There's a nelly being silly
With his bigger butterclam
There's a winner getting thinner
And a swimmer at the dam
There's a finger in your dinner
And a film about the Lamb.
There's a limey and a lubber
Wearing slimy slippers, ma'am
There's some blubber on your topper
Here's a scrubber for the yam
There's a stopper in the pepper
There's a leper name of Sam
There's a pauper with a mopper
And a copperheaded ram.
There are posies for the nosies
There stands Moses shouting "Damn!"
Rubber hoses spray your toeses
Brother Joseph had to scram
As I yammer "Where's the hammer?"
So I stammer "Fiddle-fam!"
While the mummer all the summer
Starts to wonder where I am.
This could go on forever
But I'd rather take a breather
Let me blather and-or-either
As I read my Mildred Cram.
The nonsense poem "Express Owl" first appeared in DAISY ZOO AND OTHER PUNK-ASS NONSENSE (2017). I've a few copies tucked aside, contact me if you give a darn.
Thinking about Nevermind!
Skinny dipping soaked in bleach, albino by design
Eyes burning, -Something in the way- future gives a sign
No pacifier needed, when remuneration’s on the line
Keep calm it’s just rehearsal, will sink lower another time
Born too soon, umbilical’s frayed by a toothless bite
Lure instills urge to swim, bypassing baptismal rite
-Come as you are- take a breath, be sure to stay airtight
Nevermind the grunge, it’s less dirty with a soul of white
Zero in on bait, the watermark hides a sell by date
Perhaps-stay away- not much change at going rate
Don’t lose sight of legal tender, it won’t always sate
Take a breather, rest assured, if lungs don’t reinflate
Swimming in circles chasing what is never truly ours
Set in ripples, a reflection of mankind’s weakest hour ?
The dollar breaks, revealing depths we’ve yet to scour
In the murk, no god we trust, just a bill we all empower
It's the thought,
Oh it's the thought on the dusty shelf
The one that reminds me how I give myself
Everytime I give a part of me,
All that I am becomes a dream you see
A bleeding plead...
And it all adds up
At the end of the day
It all makes sense
We all gottah pay
The pain,
The hurt,
It stays
But what I would give to see myself
Taken off that dusty shelf
Taken off that dusty shelf
It's the soul
Oh it's the soul being set aside
To give you your greedy peace of mind
No matter the time,
No matter how gray
You have me every single day
And they can't just make me go away
No, they can't just make me go away!
Take a breather,
Talk it out
Let me drown in your fits and pouts
I'm a fire in this decay
And they will not make me go away
So do not let me waste away
It all adds up
We all gottah pay
The pain,
The hurt,
It always stays
But what I would give to see you
Take me off that dusty shelf
Take me off that dusty shelf
It's the thought,
Oh it's the thought on the lonely shelf
The one that hates how I give myself
Everytime I give a part of me,
All that I am becomes a dream you see
A bleeding plead...
A silent, bleeding plead...
Today is Pancake Day and there’s to be a pancake race
folk are on the starting line with a smile upon their face
Ted is ready with his frying pan, he is a fat old josser
but when it comes to pancakes, Ted’s an expert tosser.
The gun goes BANG and off they go, Ted’s busy tossing away
busty Maureen's in the lead, if she wins there’ll be hell to pay!
Ted’s won the race the last five years, he tosses night and day
He’s had the trophy on his shelf and hopes that’s where it’ll stay
Maureen stumbles, her pancake drops and she begins to cry
Ted sneakily stamps on her pancake; he’s such a crafty guy
The finishing line is in sight, there’s just fifty yards to go
Ted frantically tosses his pancake, his wrist is fast not slow
Bill makes a sterling effort and comes at Ted from behind
tossing their pans in unison; Bill's got winning on his in mind
Ted lunges for the white tape, but the race is declared a draw
Bill suggests a ‘toss off’ as there’s never been a draw before
Both men take a breather and get a fresh pancake to toss
if either drops their pancake then it will be to their loss
They both stand on the finish line and flip and toss like mad
neither of them will concede, whoever loses will be quite sad
A crowd gathers, desperate to know who’ll be crowned the winner
suddenly a seagull swoops grabbing Ted’s pancake for its dinner
He starts to shout, he’s quite irate when its declared Bill's won
Ted takes it all to seriously, Bill thought the toss off was such fun!
In England Shrove Tuesday is also known as pancake day and pancake races are held all over the UK.
Date 02/28/17
Make me actually LOL 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Nina Parmenter
For a perfect week, and hoping all poets, shared the same.
It was fun winning honorable mention in
the Musk poetry game.
The day before, was a POTD, and though a novice,
Team Poetry made me feel special.
Bless each and every poet,who took time to
comment,….. so warm and deferential!
No medical problems do I have, nor my family either.
I don’t do poetry all day, I enjoy watching movies,
just to take a breather!
My grandson made the Junior baseball varsity team.
With a high scholastic average, he really has a
smile that just beams!
And so, thank you God, for these awesome
people and your gifts, unending,
Protect all poets here tonight, as a brand
new week is pending.
2/5/2023