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Run across the fair fields, as fast as you can run, the fields your grandmother ran as a young girl,
Over long lush dark green grasses, whipping your knees, soft spongy turf springs each new step,
To stop where fast flowing streams rush and dance to the wind, a sweat breaking out on your face,
All out of breath kneeling by the bank of a brook, a stitch in your side, corn waves like a gentle sea.
By the brook with childhood friends enjoying sweet company watching spring as her beauty unfolds,
To walk across wet water mead’s, seeing glades in their finest clothes, to a meadow, in full flower,
Rolling in grass making camps sitting legs crossed as warm summer breezes temper-sweating brows,
Making sure you sit next to the one you care for most, nothing will be as good as this day ever again.
Playing in the meadows where your grandmother played, picking daisies, making very long chains,
Holding buttercups up to chins to see if they shine, then laughing, shouting out loud when they do.
Playing kiss chase, slightly slowing down, when the one you want to be kissed by is chasing you,
Under old pear blossom trees, flushed rosy red cheeks sitting next the one who is your first love.
Laying in high grass chin in cupped hands, it is so special this lovely day will be yours for all time,
Just staring at friends, full of innocence and so happy, this romantic time can never be repeated,
Unplanned moments where beautiful things just happen it’s your youth just enjoy the here and now,
Where everything is brighter has more colour, smells from the meadows become a memory for life.
Laying on your back staring at turquoise watery skies, listening to the silence, a perfect sunny day,
Heaths meeting small woods surrounded by greenest carpets only seen by a child’s pure innocence,
Give your heart and soul to this day enjoy natures gifts, your end of days will recall these moments,
Falling asleep in the December of your life, this last dream your friends will be there waiting for you.
So gather these thoughts, tie them up in a bow, put them safely in a corner of yesterday’s thoughts,
And walk again with your dear young friends in those happy times golden hair fluttering in the breeze,
Back to days of cotton dresses and turned-up jeans with baggy shirts, nobody noticed or even cared,
Hold your sweethearts hand once again and run across the fair fields where your grandmother ran.
Two opposing warring factions, meet upon the AstroTurf
Battlefield, in the sporting arena of Victory or agony’s defeated,
Warriors of the pigs skinned javelin, tackle each other at the
White lines of collisions honor, marked by the numbered banners
Of the fifty yard kick off point, yielding unto the pillars of the
Goal post of champions!
In the heat of battle these heroes of gladiatorial games, called
The NFL, thrill and chill their fans to the inner bones of the
True sportsman living within all us, born in this great nation,
Known as the U.S.A.
In this victorious field of dreams, no illusionary visions exist,
For these powerhouse gentlemen, gain each footings sacred
Ground by athletic skill and sheer raw brawn!
To the meek goes the booing of the fumble, to the strong
The million dollar playoff championship, cheered on by their
Ever loyal crowds of adoring fans, whom are enthroned by
This sport of endurance and strength of will!
In this modern coliseum of champions, no touch down goes
Without a standing ovation, or Styrofoam’s thumps up signal
Of approval, in these concrete surroundings this is truly a time
Honored sport of traditions, to be remembered in the
Historical records of the future as a classical game,
To challenge the strongest of athletes!
Golden are the rings given as victory’s insignias,
But in the hearts of the players and their loyal fans,
The price of the championship game is worth the cost
Of every single ounce of sweat and exaggeration, shown
On this epic field of battle!
As the crowds roar, with excitements thrilling kick offs
Point of the triumphant, field goal point scoring, their
Human wave of appreciation, is set at the release level
Of thousands!
In the homes of America the volume levels of the cheering
Is off the ratio scales charts, as chairs go flying backwards,
And Bowls of snacks explode everywhere, for the winning
Play has just been committed, and the championship team
Takes the final center field of the victorious!
Hurray for the great sport known as football,
The American sport of champions has again earned
Another season of splendor in the turf war of victories,
Behold our favorite pastime, may this pigskin colors never fade,
As our flag shall forever wave, for this is truly the great
American sport of athletic skill personified!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
We've a third string coach running the team
who can't even remember his own play book
so a batch of amateurs
are running the show
from the bench
from the trenches
of their minds
Its a play book mirroring
Alice in wonderland
where everything is viewed
through a kleidoscopic -myopic
upside down opaque lens..
where predators are entitled to
a lifetime of get out of jail free passes
then given a badge of martyrdom
when they finally run out of lucky gas-
its a land with a Rio Grande autobahn
where illegals blitz through an open border
and its leaders put its own citizens on lockdown
where honest Abe has been shot in the head... again
by far-far- leftists dregs
who lecture the working man about global warming
while poking holes in the ozone in their private jets
Its a land where black people matter
but matter somewhat less if they dwell in the cities...
if they slaughter themselves over drugs and turf...
if they happen to go against the current-are conservative..
Its a Land where blacks are ferried
to a rabbit hole called planned parenthood,,
who(despite the name) ironically kills a half a million black babies a year....
black wombs are rivaling the gas chambers of Auschwitz and Treblinka
its a land with no rules except for its own citizens
who pay the bills for the lazy-for the illegal
for the ungrateful for the criminal...
and for all of their honest efforts
or for having a differing opinion
or simply being heterosexual
and being of white skin
despite their best efforts
to accommodate
to be empathetic
accepting....
sympathetic,
are constantly branded
racists-
homophobic
xenophobic...
a genuine all around
globo phobic menace..
Yes indeed...Its an upside down land
that's been stamped systemically racist
infested with white supremacists
even though a black man
was elected president
and ran the country for eight years
even though people of color have
the highest standard of living than in most
if not all countries
Why then if this country is so racist and hopelessly bigoted
do people of color flock to the border by the millions to get in.
If I were a person of color, I would avoid this so called
house of white supremacy horrors like the plague
and roll the dice on another color of velvet ...
people....welcome to Joe in Wonderland
Same time
Same place
Different color
Of the face
Same K-12 system
Same university
Different college
Who gained
More knowledge?
Who excelled?
Who got more hell?
Same job
Same school
Same students
Same certification
Different degrees
Who stayed
On their knees?
Both of us
Yes, indeed.
Who achieved
Honestly?
Well let’s see!
Same time
Same place
Different color
Of the face
I made it
By God’s grace
You are
A Satanic disgrace.
You are the
Face of hateful
Hypocrisy
I settle for
None of your
Fallacious foolishness
And malicious mediocrity.
Same hometown
I keep it real
You a damn clown
God’s giving you
A furious frown
A lazy witch
Probably born rich
Living in the sticks
Killing nature’s beauty
Just to get away
From people like me
An earth killer
Fake teacher
And destiny stealer
A true thriller
Makin fake scrilla
I worked hard
While you pressed bricks
Storing awful ATP
To make sure
You got the best of me
And people from my
Community.
My adenosine triphosphate (ATP)
From glycolysis in my body
After Krebs cycle
Gives off love
While yours come
From hate
We’ve had the same bodily
Processes similar chemical makeup
I just have more melanin
You act the way you act
Because of your grandfather’s mistakes
I hate to see your fate
If you don’t change
You are devilish
And deranged
I know your game
Your name
We’re from the same turf
You and I
Are carbon based products
One tries hard daily to be just
So that when the minister
Says ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
That I get the reward
I deserve
You got my reward
I still work hard
My ATP
Detests the enemy
It ain’t fair
That we walked in the same place
Respect you received
And hate slapped me in the face
Walking around with on your face
Did a dissertation on me
If I looked like you
With my knowledge
At 23 I would have had
Ten PhD’s.
Girl please you got the nasty woman disease
Get on your knees for the right reas’
Pray to us Jes’
Save me from being a real bigot
And sometimes on the sly
Help me to love you
And all your creatures
And accept diversity
You need help with that dirty blond hair
Pony tails sticking in the air
Depicting your true savior
Not mine that will catch the one’s
That are still alive and in Him
Up in the midair.
Let me jump into your river run rich as Euphrates.
Let me lay in your tall grass valleys nestled between two hard black mountain peaks,
where I
Can drink up the sunrays.
And Black up my Brown and Brown up my Light.
Somewhere between them rolling black hills is where your thick bush hides the cool
crystal
streams.
I sip your fruit plants sweet cocoa milk and look up into your skies sunrays.
It ricochets off the smooth chocolate black trees that support your voluptuous magnolia
bloom
The wind blows and your flower bounces and quakes, fanning its sweet aroma through the
Atmosphere,
Sweeping those soft fluffy pedals across my face.
I smile
And you Black up my Brown and Brown up my Light.
In the arms of the soft black cavern, under the river’s waterfall, I make my home.
It’s a heart of paradise embracing me.
Inviting me in.
I hear the water passing over, throbbing and pulsing in sync with mine.
I suck berries at the foot of the open fields.
That sweet oil black juice dances down my mouth.
Every fluid filled bite overflows in my lips and runs down the side to drip slowly from
my chin.
I look up into your skies and stars look down and speak my name.
The moon moans. The womb of man is this woman
She alone can Black up my Brown and Brown up my Light.
Then ever so gently the leaves pull back and open up her vast and succulent fields
I slowly crawl into her pastures then firmly and stiffly begin to dig up her soil.
Turning over her rich black earth.
Toiling day and night tilling her meadows,
Unearthing her treasures buried below.
The constant pounding and packing up a full load;
Breaking into new ground.
Cracking the topsoil and penetrating her nutritious moist and sticky fertile turf.
Never has the earth been split like this to uncover her deepest mysteries.
Next I unpack my deepest confidence and my strongest statues.
Then with my tool, through the moist and milky mass, I scoop out a deep warm hole to plant
My dreams.
Packing and pushing it deep in the soggy substance, time and time again until….
The thunder cracks this empress’ tempest
The earth contracts. Fear collapsed.
And here and only here,
I Black up my Brown and Brown up my Life!
Form:
Awaken to the of birds chirping; the sound of peace,
All strife has passed and all war has ceased...
A massive tension has been released
Every man, woman, and child out of the belly of the beast
And now they are at the dinner table, ready to feast
All enemies have deceased and that is a cause for celebration
People all over the world shouting, "Yes, we made it!"
On the streets there is no more chaos, everyone is flagrant
Everyone has patience and virtue there is no such thing as hatred
No one has to die because of the position in which they've been placed in
Everyone got along and every moment was sacred; no time wasted
Every teenager respected their curfew...
They could safely go to the beach during Spring Break vacation
Every teenager had a father that installed virtues; not just hatred
No child ever had to go through a storm of a
divorce case; it's not blatant
Caught up in the collateral damage; it has been erased
Every kid in school love one another and no on was disgraced
Because of their race, or the place that they stay in; equal locations
No kid starved while rappers are talkin' bout cars and ballin';
Every kid had parents that would hear them when they're calling
No kid every had to dive into a pit of despair because of the color of their
hair
Or the decision or the attraction to a same sex gender
Every single person in the world were kind and they cared
No murders occur on the surface of this turf; nobody was scared
Girls could wear whatever they wanted without feeling so bare
That kid over is not plotting to grab her by the hair; the epitome of fear
Never existed in the hearts of the parents
They don't have to worry about their kids being reckless
No worrying about, "how the hek did he get that neckless)
Every kid had a checklist that didn't consist of getting pregnant
No one had to stay wearing that hairnet because everyone had a return
on an investment
No need for government because everyone had good intentions
There was no need for police and people could smoke weed in the streets
Celebrating life no need for malicious greed
No gang bangers poppin' off on the cops and blockin' shots
With a mother of a twelve year old's body; no glocks...
I'm sorry that I went so long, I gotta a lot
to say and I use these songs
My POETRY SOUP EASTER POEM for April 10, 2017:
I.
Some Say Easter; but can you spare Him a glance?
It’s Jesus Christ Time; Always Jesus time for real Living
Ecce Homo! Pontius Pilate said, with a worried smile -
As he washed his own hands from the looming crime
Permitted the Synagogue to protect its turf, ground of religion
Priests who rejected the Prophets, bullied my beautiful LORD
To the cruel cross, to crucify the Living Word
Disfigured by man: Roman, Jewish, Gentile …
More than forty lashes of a whip like a cat-of-nine
Humbled for my sins, undressed for all, spat upon,
Mocked and crowned with a thorny crown …
Yet His divine majesty glowed through the ugliness
(mine). Blood vessels, even tiny capillaries, were burst ...
II.
But He alone gave up His Spirit, dismissed the Ruach
To die like a man, then rise like only God can – man’s worst
Did not surprise our Trinity; Such love takes eternity
To be understood; we hate pain and curse the Creator
Yet He came down, joined us, to rise with every sinner
- Like you good folks, I welcome this season and the Cross
- But do we care that willful sinning is treason to Jesus?
In spite of it all, His love gives, receives, and forgives
O trust Him, O do trust Him: every believer lives
That is God’s heart – always His ardent desire
To relegate only Satan’s rebels to hellfire ...
III.
Our Jesus, my Jesus, is man yet God in Glory
Flee to Him. Abide and rest in him, meditate on His story,
a minute a day will suffice: He is an easy taskmaster
(My yoke is easy; My burden is light, says Holy Scripture)
Could you please spare a minute? Do you have time
Away from shopping and decorating, cooking and looking?
Looking to the News for signs of a fresh beginning?
Thanksgiving is not a Feast, each day is for thanksgiving!
O, a minute with Jesus will offer eternity
Like the ardent Lover, He asks for your glance only
To unleash a flood of His best; His promised abundance -
Heaven and hell hang in the balance: could you spare Him a glance?
None like Jesus; ever giving – ever waiting – that perchance
I would repent like St. Peter. Citizen, can you spare Jesus a glance!
“All Scripture is God-breathed
And is useful for teaching,
Rebuking, correcting
And training in righteousness,
So that the man of God
May be thoroughly equipped
For every good work.”
To receive anything that
Will last you have to run
Righteously on Gods turf
To see anything good
On the whole green earth
And to live up to His standards
What you’re really worth.
Now is the time to make
Up your mind to living
The right way, those
Who are both saved
And unsaved, living
Righteously is no
Abracadabra effect
It takes time and
Discipline from the one
Up above- the one
Who gives us
Unconditional love
Our destiny and
Challenges us to live
Righteously and the
Word states in
Deuteronomy 28
Blessings and curses
For obeying God’s law
Not saying that we
Won’t sin but we
Must repent
And start over again
We don’t have to
Offer up our blood
For a sin sacrifice
Jesus already paid the price
All we have to do
Is live right
We blessings or curses
At stake Deuteronomy 28
Is not a mistake.
God wants to bless us
He made us the head
And not the tail above
And not beneath
The lenders and not
The borrowers
If and only if
You choose to live
And live right
Satan wants to destroy
Your blessings
He wants you beneath
The borrower
And a successful sorrower.
Read Deuteronomy 28
To get the blessed life
On your plate
This passage didn’t
Appear over night
Just like you can’t change
Dramatically keep it
In your heart and try
Your best let Him do
The rest and you’ll
See yourself go from
Being a mess
to being blessed.
Deuteronmy 28
Describes how God
Wants our lives
And how we’ll be
Punished.
You have a choice
To live godly
Or to live demonic.
How do you want it?
“All Scripture is God-breathed
And is useful for teaching,
Rebuking, correcting
And training in righteousness,
So that the man of God
May be thoroughly equipped
For every good work.”
You should want to be blessed
Each day you walk the green earth.
To be blessed obey the commands
God’s word don’t make mistakes
Read Deuteronomy 28.
THE LAST NEGOTIATIONS
The child that I was – Never believed in death-
Loving life so much that I cud not conceive of it.
Time – states of minds- growth-maturation
New realizations, that interfered with my own
Understanding of, life death and purpose.
Collecting bits of earth- I loved her
Wanted to hold on to whatever came from her.
Butterflies, fire flies-lady bugs and praying mantis.
Geology was my solace.
The sun kept my “pet rocks”
Warm for me –
Unlike the trees, Moon, and Stars,
I could hold on to them.
Rocks, stones, and driftwood and the like- All
Had the formation and the beauty
That drew me in as if it had a personality.
I loved them, and knew they each had a story-
Unlike living pets, I also knew my rocks would never die.
I had grown up to find that the deal I made with God.
{To never let me die}, was neither, doable, nor had the Bargain
Been sealed on the other end.
I have seen people suffer and grow old.
Therefore, I have made a new deal, asking God.
” Please do not let me grow old”
with incontinence and feebleness;
Afraid while moving towards my
impermanence my mind may tell me to;
Seasoning my food with cleansing powered instead of salt.
Once I never wanted to grow old-
Once, I longed to stay upon on the earth forever:
With the promise of the unknown heaven as a reward,
I still opted to stay.
Today I have Different eyes, think different ways.
I have made a new deal with my creator,
Which is: “Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my breath to take. I pray
my kept soul be set free,
and my loved ones to keep,
Come gently and swiftly
I speak the uttered lines.
To fit my worth- Not so eager to
remain on earth anymore.
No longer is the earth my turf.
Not the version prayed for as a child.
Let me Die peacefully in my sleep.
Bury my Ashes in the Black sand,
Cover me with beautiful Stones.
Until I take root and grow something
healing from my rich soot.
Greater now is my faithfulness.
For I no longer fear death.,
But fear what has become of this earth.
I want no turmoil to spoil my peaceful transition.
It may be now;
it might be later;
All I know is
just gonna happen
just gonna happen
The end
God said
just gonna happen
just gonna happen
Well
gonna take this blue green earth
all this filty turf
it might be now or it might be later;
just gonna happen
just gonna happen
The END
do you wanna be my friend
No you say, you just don't care
just gonna happen, just gonna happen
What kind of world we living in
When no one cares or cares;
Am I dreaming
I want to be in the Arms of the Father;
but the longer I wait for His arrival;
just gonna happen
He's gonna come
coming down from heaven like He left the earth
I await HIs arrival
Just gonna happen, gonna happen
We I (we ) be ready
The End
just gonna happen
just gonna happen
well you see do you wanna be my friend;
you see
just gonna happen
The End
I can hardly wait for Jesus to part the skies
come down to earth just like He risen;
just gonna happen
It's all over time;
Its over time He is coming back
Jesus is coming
And this ole world shall be destroyed;
This world shall be renewed;
just gonna happen the end, not to late to be my, my friend;
global warming the end
children up rising the end
churches fighting, while still inviting each one is the only right;
blood running down city streets;
elderly and children have no medicines and not enough to eat
now one falling on their knees;
today nobody taking time to pray;
no one saying I Love you, now today;
It's The END
do you wanna be my friend;
just gonna happen
just gonna happen
so I write these lyrics, with paper and pen;
type it on computer/key board, do you still wanna read. . .
just gonna happen my friend
just gonna happen the END
Mighty God, Lord God save me from your wraft;
Mighty God, Wonderful Lord above give me another chance;
Free me from my sinful spiritual chains;
I am embracing my new name
just gonna happen
I've been redeemed, save by the blood of your sacrifice;
No this isn't a dream
Hallelujah and I thank you
Get me out of here before the fall
reader, "do you wanna still be my friend;
even tho I'm singing bout
THE END
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. from the Anthology "Really"2017(c)