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RELEASE
We are gathered here, with loved ones dear,
Our prayers we’ve gathered throughout this year,
Our hearts and souls to you release,
To you oh Father, God of our peace,
OmniPresent One, who hears and answer prayers,
We release and cast upon you our cares,
God of mercy,
Prayers for mercy, release,
God of our healing,
prayers for healing, release,
God of provision,
Prayers for provision, release
God of miracles,
Prayers for miracles, release,
Father of all of our loved ones,
All of our love ones, we release,
And Father if we know that you hear, all of our prayers we pray,
By faith we receive all that we’ve released today.
Lady Sylvia Tucker, Lovie Divine
The Queen's henchmen penetrate professionally the porous perimeter,
as a Phyrric victory I pacified your Lady's legion,
for both in the open,like charriots missing riders,decentralized command,the measure,
I, like you maneuver behind the superior shelter of Praetorian's protection,
Levy the lurid seige upon my country's citadel as incensed infidels do,
your cantankerous catapaults wasting pawns like pebbles punched by a storming sea,
an officer sacraficed sardonically, intrepidly,
so to decimate the dormant foots encumbering you,
audacious as an angered asp the timely tactic was,will it hasten your demise to me?
Mandatory machinations amongst this moonlight morass,palpable being Death's caress,
a zephyer like a frosty scythe grazes gingerly our anxious eyes,
tethering the still strategy of mens' mentation,
advancing positions predicted but unproven, an apocolyptic inevitability provoked,
fostering inclement suspense,
justice is now beyond principle,virtue survives only on victor's blade,
incantations made in fire for fear's sublimation,
The common denominator of this prommenade of predation is relentless domination,
manipulating the opposition,perception taunted and haunted
as the fox dictates the chimerical chase,
a vermillion heartbeat,virulent,lucious,with a thin hum of vincibility
lures you to na spot of fragile dominion,
divided forces tend to scream like burning forest
when ambushed along trails of a tedious pace,
When the harp chords chortle tears of tucker from a skulless head,recall with dire dignity
that you were vanquished in strong purpose,
the memory of your egregious exploits will depend on the degree of quater
afforded by my soveriegnty
given to this proud harem of prospective sybils
rescued by a king's necessary nemesis,
J.A.B. - Part Three -
It was love at first sight seeing your furry faces.
To scoop you up and take you to various places.
Me and Ash are so happy to be your mom and dad.
Your shenanigans made us both glad and mad.
First our oldest Robbie, thinking you’re a big kitten.
Reminding me of a decade ago when first we were smitten.
Your belly always seems to never be full enough.
And disappointed when I stop brushing your scruff.
When Chloe, Max & Gabby went to fur heaven.
It was time for 2 babies after birthday eleven.
So with Zoey now turning one,
The house was ready for fun.
Our girl filled a void, being sweet and playful.
With wet food she always wanted a mouthful.
When getting Olivia as a tiny white fluff ball.
Zoey became surrogate mom of a baby small.
They would chase, wrestle and groom.
So fast, as a white and grey zoom.
Becoming instant soul mates.
It was totally worth the waits.
Browsing exotic pets we discovered Highlands.
With their amazing six and seven finger hands.
Having the look of a lynx deep in the wild.
Ashley’s research on the breed compiled.
The unique physical traits grabbed our eyes.
These affordable purebreds are great buys.
We spoke with some breeders and were sold.
One of these guys would surely love our fold.
So when a lil dude was born a few hours away.
We knew he would become our kid today.
Ash worked it out with them in every detail.
It was clear there was no way this could fail.
So I sit glowing with him resting behind me.
Laying in Ryder’s lap on his furry heinie.
Now Ry has a buddy loving PJ Masks like him.
Ready to relax and play at his random whim.
Seeing his massive paws and fluffy stubby tail.
His macho features couldn’t look more male.
At first he’s moving around quiet and slow.
So I wonder how his excitement will show.
Will he mimic behaviors of our prior felines?
Or uniquely ask for his leash with whines?
He’ll meet his new siblings in just a few hours.
Making himself at home on our catified towers.
My Tucker, it’s now official you’re our furry son.
With those big mitts I can’t wait to see you run!
Poor Humpty Dumpty was a numpty when he fell off the garden wall
His poor old ma went bananas, told me to buzz off when I call
Guess I better sit on the shelf otherwise I’ll go completely nuts
I ain’t gonna take no stick from that mangy old bunch of mutts
I’ll get myself a fix of chocolate cos I could do with a little lift
But I’ll end up with a spare tyre, that blubber I’m gonna have to shift
I’m feeling so blue and sad today the gremlins are in my life
Perhaps I better go for a stroll or I’ll get an ear bashing from the wife
Maybe I’ll see some dickie birds or a cute fluffy little bunny
If I see their lil’ bob tails, oh man they look so darn funny
Next I'll grab the old gal some chox and a nice bunch of flowers
She’ll be putting on her war paint, boy that can take some hours
Now I’m gonna sit on the fence and try and get a little rest
Got my best bib and tucker on - I’m dressed in my Sunday best
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Percival Tucker rose at noon, then wept,
He ate and then at dusk again he slept,
It matters not what he thought or did say
But where his frail body to rest did lay.
I did not know him well, nor did many;
Yet he was there for all to see:
Pinned by gagging mouths and rolling eyes,
Beaten and bound by subtle sighs.
In the air his voice could be heard
To those that saw the grass draw breath,
But not to us who turned our heads
Whenever his gold tears were shed.
How his eyes did gleam with burning grace,
And how his heart did pulse with fiery love
For the swatted flies and the ants forlorn
That trekked with fear across his dark, cracked floor.
Yet his heart did ache those few long months
Whilst he sat down, beside his phone.
Knees tucked into his bare, gaunt chest,
Listening to the dialling tone.
And the anger he caused that day
To dare delay the ride of Mrs Hayne!
And the horror he caused those kids
As he flung his soul before that train.
The scoffs and groans and sighs
And tuts of dismayed ties
Will amount his bright life
To the eight-minute delay he caused that day.
So Percival will burn with all the rest.
No crowds will weep, nor child protest,
And someone somewhere, yawning at their desk,
Will mark a tally and file another number.
Saudade for friends I have lost
as I get older
I lose more people
every year
more people I knew
have died moving on
and I mourn their lost friendship
wished I had been
a better friend for them
and knew them better
and with the corona virus
spreading around the world
I will lose so many more
in the coming year
as the virus spreads
its malignancy far and wide
I lost my father due to cancer in 1985
and my sister
due to a freak illness in 2007
and my mother
due to Alzheimer’s in 2005
and my father-in-law as well in 2007
Demel Tucker
high school debate teammate
dead of HIV in 1995
Julian Bartley and his son
died in a terrorist bombing
in Nairobi in 1998
Jon Weber college roommate
dead due to prostate cancer
in 2000
Paul Simon friend from the visa line
dropped dead of a heart attack
in 2004
Ted Halstead
one of my best bosses
died of heart attack in 2007
Chris Richard
one of my former bosses
from my days in Bangkok
dropped dead of a heart attack
shortly before we were due
to have lunch in 2014
and so many others
I have lost
along the way
and soon there will be
so many more
as I get old in the corona era
Dawn, Angie, Glori and Dale —
model citizens led the way
to their stage, all the rage
for seconds in time.
cool of Dawn Dolls —
icons of the seventies,
for teeny-tiny bills
a girl could own a million.
smaller in stature,
much harder to detail,
the manufacturers tire
of the dwarf-sized dolls.
these Topper Toys
with copper joints,
knees that morphed green
like fingers wearing cheap rings.
authenticity from 1970 to 1973
when bankruptcy interrupted
Topper bank accounts
though tail strings tried to revive.
recorded in 1973 by Tony Orlando and Dawn,
Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree.
i sighed everytime the radio would play.
hit number one, Helen Reddy’s Delta Dawn.
memories made as a seventies teen. . .
the aftermath of dawn tugs the strings.
if it wasn’t for Pinterest might i forget
the tug of dawn, the playful heart.
1/30/2020
From Wikipedia:
"Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Ole Oak Tree" is a song recorded by Tony Orlando and Dawn. It was written by Irwin Levine and L. Russell Brown and produced by Hank Medress and Dave Appell, with Motown/Stax backing vocalist Telma Hopkins, Joyce Vincent Wilson and her sister Pamela Vincent on backing vocals.[1] It was a worldwide hit for the group in 1973.
"Delta Dawn" is a song written by former child rockabilly star Larry Collins and songwriter Alex Harvey,[a] best known as a 1972 top ten country hit for Tanya Tucker[1] and a number one hit for Helen Reddy in 1973.
Sky talk
The massive intellect of the universe
have thought that it is no longer cost-effective to
human on planet earth
The problem is how to save other non-human life
plants, trees, and flowers
Careful before one continues lest it thinks useful
born without a sense of humor, regarded fun-time
as an extension of work
What is needed to save the world's plant life is
to find a person magnifically stupid, who is silent
and delay any sensible reaction.
Enter, the Peacemaker
A man of such foibles as admitting to failure will
lead humanity so quickly to a fall that there shall
There's no asking, oh dear, what happened
Smoothly, the voice of the alter intellect said
Tucker Carlson is packing, and his readers sighed
The rumors were true
Reflected in the pellucid ripples
That thither upon the welcoming shore;
The majestic angel oak unruffled beauty tickles
The water's edge draped in orange honey ore.
Whose boughs dost bend like elbows on its shore,
To all who wilt hark to its chants and tales,
Of ghosts of former slaves
Appearing as angels around its feet.
Like gossamer threads dulcet whispers
Waver trailing off on the back of the wind as it meets.
2/29/2020
Gif #1
Under Free Verse since all words do not rhyme
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel_Oak
The oak derives its name from the estate of Justus Angel and his wife, Martha Waight Tucker Angel.[6] Local folklore tells stories of ghosts of former slaves appearing as angels around the tree.
with the corona virus upon us
I am bracing to hear the news
that so and so has died
I reflect back
on all the people in my life
that I have already lost
part of being older
is that you lose people
close to you along the way
I lost my father due to cancer in 1985
and my sister due to a freak illness in 2007
and my mother due to Alzheimer's in 2005
and my father-in-law as well in 2007
Demel Tucker
high school debate teammate
dead of HIV in 1995
Julian Bartley and his son
one of my favorite bosses
died in a terrorist bombing
in Nairobi in 1998
Jon Weber college roommate
dead due to prostate cancer
in 2000
Paul Simon friend from the visa line
dropped dead of a heart attack
in 2004
Ted Halstead
one of my best bosses
died of heart attack
in 2007
Chris Richard one of my former bosses
dropped dead of a heart attack
shortly before we were due
to have lunch in 2014
and so many others
I have lost
along the way
and soon there will be
so many more
as I get old
in the corona era
writer. com daily dew drop prompt to write an elegy poem