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Isabel was the youngest of four children, dwelling in a large old house,
Nestled under the burgeoning oak trees, in green spring, of no doubts.
Isabel's parents were devout churchgoers, insisting upon going weekly;
But, Isabel often preferred playing, like dawn, pink sun, shining meekly.
Theirs was a tight knit community, the kind everyone wants to live in;
Like orange butterflies, calling on red flowers, of golden days in a spin.
Isabel and funny friends flew blue kites, under floating clouds of fluff,
On finer days, foreseeing furious storm, betwixt yoyo's, bikes and stuff!
Fleeting faddish colors flitted summer gardens, as bug eyed frogs leapt,
On flighty days of family visits, and gloss sunshine, where the ages slept.
Isabel lived in the house of now and then, like a rare eclipse of wonder;
Or the burgundy roses of seldom, evoking the green spell we are under.
Scented sincerity wafted from still blooms, on the street of sunny views.
There Isabel's family lived sparkly lives, like yellow stars, in sweet youth.
Nice music came from treetop nests, in shady niches where it was born;
When nonchalant neighbors came casual, and geese honked their horn.
'Pink powder puff' flowers applied talcum, as 'rattlesnake calathea' hissed;
And 'purple daydream' dozed away, its fragrance and beauty, very noticed!
'Weeping blue wisteria' was melancholy, although sun was shining orange;
And 'blue waterfall' bellflowers cascaded, like a couple, taking the plunge.
Sunday came and Isabel was pouting, as she would be in church for hours!
And she wore a long face to Sunday school, like dissent among the flowers.
But, Sunday school was so much fun, and she had forgotten it was Easter;
And the Lord's face was smiling down, and her unhappiness, released her!
They all had a snack and played a fun game, singing and clapping along;
For every warm heart is happiest, midst melodious voices, raised in song!
'If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands.
If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands.
If you're happy and you know it,
Then your face will surely show it,
If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands.'
There's an angry, confused and sad man - I see it in his eyes
Putting up a synthetic smile and front - his primary disguise
He's choking and suffering in his pointless mundane life
So the anger, rage, and hatred course thru his veins - he cuts himself w/ a knife
He tries to hang himself - killing what he believes is a reincarnated life
Yet yearning and craving the normalcy of children and a wife
His backwards "love" he attempts to display
Will never fix what's still wrong with us today and yesterday
He doesn't comprehend what healthy love entails today
Instead he's stuck in our distant past of yesterdays
A working companionship consists of a tight-knit positivity of a team
But for us ever attempting to work again - it's just become a pipe dream
The self-centered selfishness of violent and unpredictable hate
From me every ounce of my energy it will take
Seldom do we follow what both you and I know we need to do
But it confuses this process when I'm truly me and you're not truly you
It will never be balanced 'cause you've always gotta win
While I'm left trapped in your itty-bitty corner - alone by myself I'll defend
Like an idealistic symbol of a Luciferian Templar Knight
I become lost within your hypnotizing infinite blight
Dizzying and dirtying my robotic mind
You've become the junior of the serial killer - 'cause you'll torture, kill, and bind
Like an Old God with a soul who's lost the entirety of his shine
Turning over and churning the possibilities in your mentally sick mind
Overnighting in a haunted cemetery - coated with your gas-like bliss
But lost in your madness of a world - succumbed to your poisonous kiss
Tumbling down into your rabbit hole of your echoing and murderous pit of Hell
Where all you jaded and twisted angels landed and ultimately fell
Oh but you?! You're different! You're the King of 'em all
Exhausted and desperately - I concoct and build my bulletproof wall
I watch in utter horror as you jackhammer all of them down
I'm waking dazed and confused in your Hell's Pit - trapped w/ you underground
So this is Fremont, California
Circa nineteen sixty-nine,
Nice and bit of a tight-knit
Neighborhood, that is fine.
I am a honey tanned Hawaiian
In a nearly all white community,
With the only swimming pool
Thinks there is another opportunity.
Learned later that ours was it
For this part of the town,
And that would be none for the
Bunch of kids that I hang around.
Being the only kid of a different color
Other than those in this new school,
Though that did not bother me so
Except for a gang whose leader is a fool.
My dad is a Golden Glove winner back in Hawaii
Where he had taught me the ropes,
Having the ability gave me the ardor to be cool
And bypass the taunts and tease by some folks.
Until one day, the leader of the bullies
Stood in my way and was not letting me pass,
He pushed me back so I would fall, instead
With my fist, lands an uppercut to a chin of glass.
The rest stood back, all were aghast,
Their leader held his bleeding lip
And all his teeth were colored red
So, I raised my hand and gave them a finger flip.
With the friends that I had made
Together to the back fence of my house
Dropped our things over, then with our hands
Gripped the upper part like Mighty Mouse.
Ten legs dangled on the other side
Released, falling onto the bench pool
Then stripped down to our BVDs
All five of us jumped into the waiting pool.
None could pronounce my last name, 'Kekaula'
Proper pronunciation is, Kaye-COW-la
Unbeknownst to my mom of my nickname
That my friends called me, 'Coca-Cola'.
So that was the young life that I have stored
In my treasured overflowing chest of memories
Indelible encryptions freely shared by me
Nowadays a smile known only to be my reveries.
Date: 06/08/2019
I can't believe your audacity
Well actually!
Your so consumed with rapcisty
The bling life has blinded you
You can't even see what's Infront of you
Who even are you?
I don't even know you!
You've become a stranger,
The money's changed ya,
Are you even any happier?
Because you seem snappier,
crabbier and on occasion angrier,
So it seems you're more unhappier,
Than happier
Money talks apparently,
And we know all about your currency,
That's your hot topic your money
Money money, Ain't it funny.
Not!
Its really not interesting,
Listening
Again and again as you boast,
No one's remotely engrossed,
About your latest big spend,
Or your new rich friend,
How's the air up there?
On that high horse, ne'er
Even the horse can't bear it,
It would appear I'm now a misfit,
I no longer fit, Your new adylic life
I'm unfit, oh dear god the strife!
Unfortunate isn't it,
Because if we rewind just a bit,
Once upon a time we were close
We were tight knit as apposed
To now!
You were my hero pow,
I aspired to be just like you!
I worked so hard to,
Just to get your approval,
Yet all I received was disapproval
But when I really needed you,
You didn't care, it's true
You weren't there
I'm still suprised,
That I was surprised,
But What did I expect,
Mr Scrooge
Too swop in and interject,
Yeah right that's funny in hindsight,
But!
I soon realized and saw the light,
And I guess that's just how money,
Talks! money money money
Apparently
In a rich man's world, only money talks
therefore you only talk,
You guessed it About your money
Hunny! Ain't it funny,
Not!
But that's how it goes,
In a rich man's world! I suppose
No T.V., no internet, what are we to do, just look at us!
I remember a time, it wasn’t such a fuss.
Where pleasure and creativity we could find
without such things to entertain humankind.
We could look around and we could see
All the jewels of life waiting to be.
A life so good, a sun so bright,
While sharing it all with family; what a delight!
We wake up in the morning with smiles all around,
For there certainly be a love one to be found.
We’d notice the cold floors tickle our toes,
Now it tablets and i-phones up everyone’s nose.
We stepped out the door to start a new day
Not with text messages but hugs and kisses leading the way.
Our generation was tight knit and grand,
We all worked together with one purpose at hand.
That our next generation would have better opportunity,
With ever so much, and always have plenty.
And for the life we had, we knew we were blessed,
So we store up the extra to help out the rest.
We welcomed the strangers that came by our way,
We offered a meal and invited them to stay.
Today, if the door bell rings, we jump up in fret
If not forewarned by a previous text.
A variety of friends, we’ve made through the years,
Not by facebook request, but by having listening ears.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the new technology of this time,
But replacing one for the other is but a crime.
No T.V., no internet, now six days has past,
And from it a poem is written, and that is that, at last.
For today we got reconnected,
But remembering that at time it’s better to stay disconnected.
You my dear will never make it in my family,
For our blood runs thick with tradition and legacy.
We hold ourselves to a higher standard,
And you, my dear, are simply not up to par.
You see, we come from a long line of success,
Our name carries weight, our reputation is blessed.
We have values and morals that we hold dear,
And you, my dear, simply do not adhere.
Your ways are foreign, your ideas are strange,
You don't fit in, you don't belong in this range.
Our family is tight-knit, we stick together,
And you, my dear, will always be an outsider.
We have expectations, we have standards to meet,
But you, my dear, are not even close to complete.
You lack the grace, the poise, the refinement,
And in our family, that is a true testament.
We take pride in our heritage, our roots run deep,
But you, my dear, are just a mere sheep.
You'll never understand our customs and ways,
For you were not born into our family's maze.
So go ahead and try, but you'll never make it,
In our family, you'll always be unfit.
Our doors are closed, our hearts are shut,
For you, my dear, will never be enough.
So go on, find your own path, your own destiny,
For you my dear, will never make it in my family.
We bid you farewell, with no regret or sorrow,
For in our world, you'll always be just a borrowed.
But know this, my dear, you'll always be a part,
Of a family that rejected you from the start.
But in the end, it's your loss, not ours,
For we will continue to thrive, while you'll be left cowering in scars.
The enemy says “tribalism” is a bad thing,
that it’s sow divisive
I believe “tribalism” to be universal unity:
One family tree
making root loving reap decisions
This is a very good thing
All who can spiritually see,
surely know
that for the wicked, it ain’t
gonna end well
But, blessed are those
who are counted as one of the twelve
Ring the birthing church bell,
if you’re a new infant born
Reunite with your other siblings of right,
Son bathe
in the tight knit familial light
Listen to the gospel voices
of the holy children
We’re singing a shining, sapphire path
to the pearly gates
When the midnight clock
strikes twelve,
don’t you be unaware late
On the other side of the Resurrection,
you don’t want to suffer
the Devil’s fate
The spiritually blind,
they can’t see
A split tribalism mind
don’t bother to even wanna understand
how it’s not gonna end well
Become one of us ... a daughter
and son of the twelve
Put your carnal house sin sign up for sale
Buy the truth,
pay your vows to God without debtor fail
The sun of unity abundantly shines
upon the holy people uplifted
out of the bottomless well
Be an adopted son of the twelve,
a grafted branch
on the life-giving tree of eternity
Have a great-grandson of the twelve
spread His tribal loving name
Boast of His salvation fame —
Telling all who care to hear,
we’re the Holy One family
of the Resurrection genealogy
Martin & Connie
Martin and Connie had five beautiful daughters and then she
found out from her Doctor that she had another baby on the way,
but how would she tell Martin of her great news she thought
for he is coming home from work at the end of this day.
So when the girls were put to bed and the house had quieted down
she knelt down on the floor at his feet,
shyly and timidly she told him the news of the baby
but noticed he wasn’t happy and had started grinding his teeth.
Then Martin began to stomp his feet and to holler
demanding that she abort this new coming babe,
putting such fear in Connie until she determined in her heart
she and the girls would suddenly have to flee.
The next day when Martin left for work
she packed up her girls and fled their nice home,
running away with her babies to her family’s farm
until the new baby was born and safe from harm and all alarms.
The new baby that was born
was a healthy big baby boy which was exactly what Martin had longed for,
but Connie kept the birth a secret from him until
he called to talk to her dad and other members of their tight knit core.
When Martin was told that the child was a big baby boy
and he fell in repentance on his knees,
asking the Lord for forgiveness with all of his heart
and for giving him Connie, his girls and his son and for supplying all of their needs.
Written by:
Marilyn S. Jennings May 7, 2015
The plains of the Dakotas seem endless
With rumors of great mountains to the west
And rumors of great lakes to the east
But to the proud pioneers who settled here it was home.
The sturdy Swedes, the proud Germans, the thrifty Dutch,
With mettle stronger than the steel plows
That challenged the tangled earth
Breakers of sod, conquerors of a vast, empty land
To them, the unbroken emptiness of their new home
Seemed a welcome relief after fleeing
The teeming confines of the overcrowded cities
Where their families had first settled and flourished
Free to band together and worship in their own way
Tight-knit communities sharing the same values
Hard work, family first, God, and a good harvest
To them the possibilities were endless
They felt safe in their sod homes
Even as they watched the gathering storm clouds
Rise up over the horizon and sweep over their meager shelters
And then pass, as though nothing had ever happened.
Even when the great flocks of migrating birds
Stopped before heading off to rumors of a warmer destination
The checkerboard of life continued uninterrupted
Season after season, generation after generation
The greatness of the wide-open plains
Swallowed its conquerors as they rejoiced in its emptiness
Content that they had found a new home
Safe in the knowledge that the land had finally accepted them
4/1/17
Flowers blooming
Spaced out or in a tight-knit grouping
All around things looming
In space objects still or moving and zooming
Birds pluming
And other animals grooming
Downloads queueing
Electronics in need of a rebooting
Or powering off, to enable cooling
Below, on and above the roofing
Toxins spewing
And other particulates polluting
Some of which are made for fueling
All weeds were removed by uprooting
Trees and bushes getting a pruning
Especially any areas that are drooping
There's just no excusing
You'd better stop snooping
And assuming
As well as tooting your horn
Or ridiculing the poor
What the hell are you fooling for
When deep down, you know you could be doing more
Ocean life caught by fishing poles, harpooning
Or cage using
Die hard fans rooting
Or booing
Times of booming
And continual losing
Certain insects and people cocooning
Humans continually feuding
Suing
And fuming
As if there is something they want to be proving
Major scale jobs, including
A lot of or very specific tooling
Drugs and alcohol others may be using
And possibly abusing
In the right conditions, water pooling
Near and far from any rocks protruding
Live a life of your choosing
Continue pursuing
Knowledge, and ways of improving
With or without musing
By: Dalton Ogletree