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Everything sings to me
I write lyrics and all kind of poetry
Bright nighttime and loyalty
Cooking nice thangs split pies
With crust sides
Play grounds that made my
Vision perspective save my
Line straight gate my
Love for bay side my
Watched sea gulls take sides
Planes dive to take glides
Run ways do pave
Shoes with many pumps
Too model walking lanes without pumps
Soup made with chicken finger licking
Savor sauce and all broken sticks do fall
But the Creation in me
Received a creators call
It time for now and you have learned your listen test and every trial and error walked many miles .took stake knives bake knives in the back
Caroling echoes of birds flapping back lies and stories
Dumped crapped and worried what would be the result
Wicked men do run but favor stands up
Trust stands out like a house on the hill
President election choosing Bush favoring Bill
Took time count ballets but scratched many out
Count them count them over and many they laughed
Knew cause of the end
Money did lend lies of a corruption hid blankets without cover
That's all an analogy crept in these lines so properly
Truth buries gotta be the main event who you are to be
Come down to laugh you see
See time catch up and Mark to be
Wall burger cheese cooked gotta be arched gave properly
Touch down Super bowl dish washed
Clean just to see
AS I WATCHED MY GRANDDAD LOOK AT MY GRAMMIE
HIS EYES LIT UP SO EVERYTIME HE'D SAY SEE
THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN IS IN ALL THAT SHE DOES
I LOOKED AT HER WRINKLE HANDS MY EYES A FUZZ
AT WHAT HE SAW WHEN HESAW SO MUCH LOVE
SHE SMILED SO HEAVENLY AS HE'D SAY MY PRETTY
I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AS I YOUNG AND WITTY
THEY DANCED AND GLANCED IN EACHOTHERS EYES
NEVER HAD THEY EVER LOOKED WITH DISPISE
HIS SMILE WAS SO BIG SHE FIXING HIS CUFFLINKS
AS HE SPINNED HER AROUND THE KITCHEN SINK
SHE LAUGHED AND SUNG SO AS HER HANDS CLAPPED
THEMAN WAS STUNTED BY THIS VISION OF AGE
MOST MEN CARRIED LADIES FROM A MAGAZINE PAGE
THIS COUPLE OF SUCH APPRECIATION SO MUCH JOY
SHE WAS LIKE A MAIDEN AND HE AS A YOUNG BOY
I ASKED COULD I CUT IN AND HAVE JUST A DANCE
HE SAID YOU'RE TO OLD AND SASSIE NOT A CHANCE
YOU SEE THE DAY WAS YOUNG AND SO WERE THEY
SO WE MOVED THE TABLES AND GOT OUT OF THE WAY
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN 11-17-2004
DURING A BLIZZARD SUFFERING FROM PTSD PENT UP
WITH TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AWAITING TO TESTFY
IN A MURDER TRIAL IN TAMPA BAY STARRING AT MY
POP VEGAS MAGAZINE SO THIS WAS WRITTEN
FOR MY GRAND PARENTS ROOSEVELT AND NONA
THE HOUSE OF NOTES WHERE THE BLUES JAZZ CARBARET
WAS QUITE VIVID MY BEING A WRITER IN HIDING FROM
MY KILLERS MY STALKERS I NEEDED TO CONCEAL
MY IDENTITY FROM MY STALKERS WHILE THAT MURDER
TRIAL WAS GOING DIDN'T WANT MY JAMAICAN
KILLERS LOCATING ME BEFORE THE TRIAL BEGAN
SO I CREATED MARIETTA KEATING FROM MY POP
VEGAS MAGAZINE HE SAID I HAD MARIETTA'S EYES
THE SHOWGIRL ON THE COVER WEARING FEATHERS
ON THE COVER MARIETTA THE JEWISH LADY FROM
WW11 MY POP ALLOWED HER TO SEE HER HUSBAND
WHO WAS HELD CAPTURED BY THE GERMANS MARIETTA
KEATING BECAME A VERY IMPORTANT PART OF MY EXISTANCE
MY WAY OF GIVING A TRIBUTE TO MY IRISH ANCESTORS
FROM KEATON IRELAND
NO DIFFERENT THAN MARIO PUZO WRITING IN HIS
SUITER NYME CLERI OR YOLANDA CORNELIA GIOVANNI JR.
SUITER NYME NIKKI GIOVANNI COPING WITH SEVERAL
MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES INCLUDING A FEW ALTO EGOS
MARIETTA KEATING BECAME JUST THAT AN ALTO EGO
BECOMING ONE WITH YOUR CHARACTERS OVERTIME
THIS POEM IS A BEAUTIFUL TRIBUTE TO MY GRANDPARENTS
WATCHING THEM DANCE LIKE THEY WERE FOREVER AT
THE HIGHSCHOOL DANCE AT 81 YEARS YOUNG
Whistle in the wind, hum to the trees,
life is always on the run, as evasive as the breeze.
There is often smoke smoldering in the heart,
but we have got to seek fire if we are not to fall apart.
Surrendering your passion is to lock yourself in jail,
just as to be untrue is to live a personal hell.
Life deals merely a portion of the whole of eternity;
you may blow off living, but it takes you seriously.
Feelings must be felt to the brim of the soul
or truth cannot touch you and enable you to grow.
When you fall down, feel all of the pain.
When you are depressed, let yourself rain.
If sorrow is a stranger, joy cannot be your friend,
for they walk hand in hand seeking the same end.
If you never felt empty, how could joy fill you again?
If you never lost, would it feel as good to win?
If pain never met you and put you on trial,
how could you ever truly appreciate a smile?
The image mirrored in your stare:
the face of God reflected there.
A child for whom He greatly cares,
He knows the pain you’ve had to bear.
And though those mem’ries haunt your eyes,
the lines on face, the tearful cries,
do not believe deceiver’s lies;
be not a place where promise dies.
Your life is precious; stand and fight,
and persevere through blackest night.
Push back the dark and seize the light,
and always, always, always write.
The liar hates to see you smile;
beware his wiles, avoid his guile.
Rebuff his gaze, o'ercome the trial.
Child, grin, let joy seep in a while.
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She abandoned her home and friends, in fear
of brutal gangs pushing drugs and firearms.
And walked for months to reach the US border;
where ICE agents yanked her child from her arms.
No amount of begging could deter them,
and she's handcuffed, her child taken away.
Asylum seekers, denied a trial
where a judge decides if they get to stay.
They refused to say where they took her boy,
citing that all illegals get bused back.
And it was up to her to locate him;
proclaiming it wasn't their job to keep track.
Please, God, I beg You, help her find her boy:
he is more than a political ploy.
Lord, You see my heart.
You know it better than I do.
You know the prayers I can't even put into words,
The longings I don't fully understand,
The love I feel but don't know where to place.
If it is Your will, if it is part of Your plan,
Let me love her as You have called me to love.
Not with fleeting passion, not with shallow emotion,
But with a love that mirrors Yours
Steadfast, selfless, pure.
If I am ever to be her man,
Let me be more than just someone who stands beside her.
Make me a man who kneels for her in prayer,
Who leads with humility,
Who protects not just her heart, but her soul.
Let me be the kind of love that draws her closer to You,
That reminds her, in every moment,
That she is deeply known, cherished, and chosen
First by You, then by me.
I do not ask for love that is easy,
But love that is true.
Love that endures the storms,
That grows through every trial,
That finds its strength not in me, not in her,
But in You.
Let me be the man who speaks life into her when she doubts,
Who lifts her up when she is weary,
Who sees her not just for her beauty,
But for her heart, her faith, her purpose.
Let me love her as Christ loves the Church
Sacrificially, patiently, with a love that does not break.
And Lord, if this love is not part of Your plan for me,
If she is not the one You have written in my story,
Then let me love her still
By praying for her, by honoring her,
By rejoicing in the woman You are shaping her to be.
Let me never hold onto her tighter than I hold onto You.
Because before she is anyone's, she is Yours.
And before I am anyone's, I am Yours.
So I leave this love in Your hands,
Knowing that You write stories
Far greater than I ever could.
Amen.
Halt! Halt! Give em your hand but not your hearts
For when they hover around you,
You are an imminent carcass.
These vipers of Eden unrelenting, carry about their venoms
Fluttering and flapping with the disposition of a butterfly
And a grasshopper combined.
The sight of her should trigger an "alarum" bell in every wise man.
With the juice supped, they flitter away
Seeking other juicy flowers in the circle of moral doom
Like bubonic plague, spreading devastating virus
Like the physician ampoule, ready on your skin to pour.
They waste your time,
Waste your money
Sapp your energy
Leaving you with unforgettable miseries
Be not down on a chauvinistic egotism in her environment
For another trial, may certify your demise
Where do you begin with the power of a flowering grin
Glowering cometh the hour of need the world in a spin
Don't cower chuck all the muck and chagrin in the bin
Must overpower dour or sour & feed that glow within
We know for sure the pure joy of raw roaring jaw guffaw
No flaw can buckle the lure of a chuckle heart does soar
So don’t annoy or be a bore implore a giggle’s the cure
Doff hat to scheming Cheshire cat swell well more is more
Love every beaming bright gleaming pearly white encore
Life’s a trial but a sni*ger the trigger beguiles for a while
Your career might tank but rank and file jokes hold dear
Dreaming of folks near amusing using their laughing gear
No lies so big no surprise can see it rise & appear in their eyes
Yearning not spurning the returning of guys discerning gurning
Cheer don’t tease sneer not a smirk or leer please go ear to ear
Don’t shirk teeth show go berserk..frown upside down turning
Go to town mischief clown know what will work top of the pile
Role quirk brief & perk of north and south or cake hole is clear
My belief don't pout or flout the best jest style by a country mile
No denial changes your glacial facial profile go on give us a SMILE!
for far too long now
he had bottled up his emotions
stuck reason to his wavelength
and built an intricate structure
in the glass bottle of his mind
a real showpiece emerged
crafted by a master sail maker
a museum piece of an anchor however
and a bell that refused to ring
so tightly was the voyage enclosed
static it towered on a fire place surround
with other less prominent trinkets
a skinny laughing Buddha and some
Russian dolls mocking his very own
Potemkin villages and a bottle of Vodka
when the vessel hit rocks once more again
and descended into an underworld of passion
it crashed on a lighthouse in passing
and the beam of confusion burnt
a hole in the glass shelter
disfigurement shone until the bottle
emerged from its molten ruins
in the shape of a lifebuoy
he had always thought that
one pull on the life line
which raised powerful trim
would adapt to winds and slackened lull
easily at the push of pure will
illusions in doldrums and thunder
storms fair weather and dolphins
rocking his boat taught him
to swim on his own
search for sea shells and driftwood
and a hut on the beach
the best part about his construction
was that the old ship had never been
seaworthy and that trial and tested error
had been worth a passage of terror
now pacified and calm near the shoreline
23rd October 2021
They come to her hungry - hopeful
To be fed facile fantasy, a script he held
Stowed in boyhood through decades
Recessed where sweating shame dwelled
Invisible while he achieved accolades
Gridiron big man outperform boastful
Invited him - initial meeting innocent, ice cream
Daddy intrigued by her earnest licking nimble
Turquoise tip of nose - How is it him she chose!
Cheerful, charming, character a pure miracle
Bulging cheeks, bubblegum rubber musky rose
Blonde polished cup pours cordial ruse supreme
She is melting, delicate, lacking, needs guidance
Developed via his worldly wisdom, operation infuse
Gifts to uplift her, mould her to become recognised
As his arm or appendage, entrenched, morning muse
Showoff chattel mantelpiece trophy, triumph prized
Afloat in alter ego, dazzled by desire, her vibrance
By her childish chat chuffed - heart tackled
Tables tipped like scales, nubile ponytail smile
Untied ribbons rewind wrongs, forgiveness fulfils
Putty, petty criminals are tethered, put on trial
Paying a penance for their filth, provision spills
Pirated pockets prescribe her opiate tranquil
Sheathed in subtle saccharine mystique, as he prefers
Entranced by her emptiness, he creates facets suitable
Cherry topped toffee coffee scoop serves saturation
Crushable ribs, jutting hip bones, bird fragile beautiful
Flutters fast on fathering parts, orgasmic exaggeration
Favourite flavour - thousand sprinkles what’s his is hers
Fourth of September
Flavour of Seduction