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This day to celebrate the supreme sacrifice
of the ancient prophet Abraham
This day to ponder and reminisce
that divine substitution of Ismail for a ram!
This Quranic and biblical factual story
shall never diminish in its age-old glory
That superb reliance on and compliance with the will of God
eternally for man to learn from and applaud.
Upon his awesome trust in the unseen, let his kind marvel
and of submission, devotion to God bestow him a laurel
And now for the sake of mutual unity and festivity
first let all of humanity
release their doves of peace
and let them fly freely, unprovoked, unrestrained
with olive branches in their beaks
such that when angels who predicted
forever feuding humans
look down they see instead
6 billion or more two fingers up
in a huge mass of humanity
signalling for and meaning to keep the peace!
But mind you, world peace is to be everybody's goal
so let no one leave space for any loop-hole.
EID GREETINGS everybody.
Under her guidance, we stood at attention
Like a row of young soldiers, reciting the anthem
"Oh Say, Can You See?".. was a warbled contusion,
that could shatter your glasses, disturb other classes
out of tune, out of rhythm, but with avid enthusiasm
it could rattle the rafters of our little school
And with childish delusions, we thought we were cool!
As we stood in the room
she would move down the line
with a frown in the depth
of her leathery brow. She would bow
till her ear matched our voice
and her hand would be poised
with two fingers that cued,
keeping time with the tune.
She would grit all her teeth
bite the inside of cheeks
Such a serious task!
it was all that she asked
that we please.."DO YOUR BEST!"
When we mastered, at last
She would gasp, then exclaim
as we sang each refrain,
mixed with tears, she would clap
I remember it now...
Here I stand in this row
with my hand on my heart
as the first strain imparts
Yes, I know those old words...
they'll remain part of me
'til the day that I die
"O Say, Can You See?"...still familiar to me
But no..............I can't see....
with fresh tears in my eyes...
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Has intuition become, an educated guess
Improvisation needing impromptu readdress
Think fast on one’s feet, after making a stand
All at sea, seemingly tripping across dry land
Peculiar situations, we find ourselves in
Facing the music, for causing such a din
Take it on the chin, whilst giving back cheek
You make me smile, lying through broken teeth
Gestures signals, often mean to confuse
High five, fist bump, handshake refused
Gesture two fingers, up yours, sign of peace
Sweating profusely, through effort or unease
Dichotomies, divisions, never black and white
Passive aggression, turns into malicious spite
Break a leg, for the performance of one’s life
Jack in the box, ripper springs out with a knife
Mixed messages, better not jump the gun
Gut reactions, stand your ground, should I run
Playing it cool, whilst turning up the heat
Shake hands before a game, meaning to cheat
Sticking out tongues, in contempt, no a kiss
Crying in sadness, tears of ecstatic bliss
Such is life, such is death, come friend or foe
What’s going on in our mind, do we ever know
all that i want for you is our peace
all that i want for you is our peace
hands are tied and young
can't you see?
Where will we go when there is no journey to embark
People only exist as shadows alone in the dark
you can pray and i'll do what i can to get by
Maybe one of us will see another day
Have you ever just taken a breath and enjoyed yourself
I'm beginning to see, who is winning in me
The lenin and fees, a ginuine breeze
He continually believes in the falling of leaves
all that I want for you is our peace
all that I want for you is our peace
Hands are tied and young
Can you see?
two fingers apart, a crescent down the center
at times we admire the pleasantries of a mentor
I'm out on my heels, it seems i only stand for splentors
People are warmest when the sun fails in the winter
Candles dim, yet we continue to carry them
It takes mass production to handle film
soldiers and platoons channel the wind
in the end we were merely only men
all that i want for is our peace
all that i want for is our peace
Falling magical dust
Like on a cloud carpet
Once upon a dream unfolds
I dreamed
In the smallest
Of flowers
Looking into the most
Beautiful cup
As the sun smiled
I saw your face
A sprinkling
Between two fingers
I give them to you
Tiny little princess
Fairy dust sparkling
Who has the sweetest eyes
To die for
Melting in the deepest chambers
Sweet like cotton candy
Wishing away
With the fairies
On the scent of
Her heavenly musk
Enchanting like spell bewitches
In the aroma of a thousand blooms
Into the most wonderful dream
You do enter
In a drop of morning dew
The carriage
To fairyland
The air leaves still
Breathless whisper
On the wings of the heart
Everything about you
Floating in the mind
Fluttering to my feet
is beautiful angel
The soul sparkling diamond blue fire
colours beyond words timeless
Bouquet the light
circling around you
Into the most amazing
Dream world
The greatest fantasy
Ever known to man
As I put my lips
To the lily trumpet
I blow music
In a kiss
I found
My paradise
To live
in the fairytale
You have found
Your dream
In dreaming
They always
Come true
I must admit that I ain't very handy with hammer and nails,
And am hopelessly at sea when figurin' technical details.
As to fixin' things with fancy tools, I haven't a clue,
But I'm a whiz at usin' duct tape, balin' wire and super glue!
Tho' it's somewhat unwieldly and it sure ain't too ornate,
Balin' wire can be used in an emergency as hinges for a gate!
'Tis perfect for securin' the droopin' bumper on my automobile,
And for supportin' the saggin' muffler, balin' wire is ideal!
No doubt you'll bond at least two fingers together, 'tis true,
But, Oh! The myriad of things to be fixed with super glue!
'Tis good for repairin' artificial teeth when in a pinch,
And for mendin' broken shards and earrings, 'tis a cinch!
How can we ever thank the feller who invented duct tape enough!
It holds the universe together! Life without it would be tough!
It'll patch anything, gag a spouse, keep a man's toupee in place;
Why! It was even used to repair Apollo 13 in outer space!
With these marvels of the modern age I can tackle any situation,
Fixin' things with simple application and heady innovation.
Why should I be thwarted usin' nails, screws, staples and such,
When duct tape, super glue and balin' wire are my sturdy crutch!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Late spring
and the opening gasps
of summer’s blazing promise
bring whirling dark clouds,
horizontal rain,
fierce weather,
warning horns,
my blackness,
horizontality,
downright mean melancholy,
and warning signs
worthy of attention.
I much prefer lazy storms
that I can listen to
at night in bed
after I’ve closed my book
(a defense mechanism
so that the day doesn’t end
and I’ll not have to live today
again tomorrow).
It’s neutral in that dark dark,
my ears fine-tuning my mood,
thunder a tympanic counterpoint
to the forgetting I know is coming
with the assistance of
my nightly psychotropic,
without which I don’t sleep,
without which I
descend into despair.
My familiar,
outside of me,
sits patiently
in the chair across the room,
legs crossed casually,
cigarette dangling from
the first two fingers of his left hand,
waiting for dawn,
knowing that the overcast
will return tomorrow,
and I’m his again.
During these shadowy times
my dreams are the old ones
of failure and inadequacy
of such intensity
that I force myself awake
to make them stop,
my pounding heart
and short shallow breaths
lingering.
Oddly though,
bright days don’t always bring
an equivalent measure
of pleasant dreams,
say, pastures of flowers,
faces I love,
chocolate,
tints of sweet colors.
Instead there is nothing,
and I wake knowing only that
while I slept
no psychic comedy played for me,
no balance or compensation offered
for the drama of gray day theater.
The feeling of dread as I hear,
“Come for dinner.”
All I can truly think about:
“How many calories?”
“Will I gain weight?”
I’m truly scared that this is my fate.
Sitting in front of my toilet,
Two fingers stuck down my throat—
It’s a good feeling,
All I can do is boast.
I haven’t eaten in weeks;
It’s not foreign.
Is this really my calling?
They always say to me,
“You need to eat.”
But I don’t want to indulge
Into any delicious treat.
It’s too fattening.
Fat.
It’s my biggest fear to gain those pounds.
It’s scary, so I won’t eat.
After a while I couldn’t eat,
And it led me to no sleep.
Keep.
It’s not hard to keep words like these a secret;
In this world, beauty is all I believe in.
Grievance.
I grieve for the old me,
The one who didn’t care about food troubles,
Or the fact that I want a McDouble.
But I can’t—
I truly can’t.
It’s a struggle to not eat.
I swear it’s killing me.
I can’t stomach it.
I’ll be like this forever...
Well, I’ll just have to dwell in it.
When instinct becomes
an educated guess
And improvisation
demands quick redress
Like thinking on one’s feet
if too drunk to stand
Be found all at sea
throwing up on dry land
Twisted situations
we find ourselves in
When bundles of joy
reek original sin
Smack on the butt
for showing a bit of cheek
Do everything perfect
be labelled a freak
Gestures, signals,
often appear to confuse
High five, fist bump
a sweaty handshake defused
One or two fingers:
the bird a sign of peace
Kneel with respect
submissive purr on a leash
Diversions, promises,
never black and white
Passive aggression
silent treatment for slight
Jack in the box, ripper
jumps out with a knife
Break a leg, for the
performance of his life
Police warning: never
mess around with guns
Gut reaction sparks a
stampede, or the runs
Playing it very cool,
whilst feeling much heat
Praying devoutly,
burnt at stake for deceit
Sticking out one’s tongue
in contempt, no a kiss!
Sigh of relief
they were just taking the piss
Such is living, such is death
come friend or foe
On second thoughts
syllabic verse, or sh!tshow
By David Kavanagh
hms
once upon
a time
i dreamed
in the smallest
of flowers
as the sun smiled
i saw your face
a sprinkling
between two fingers
i give them to you
tiny little princess
fairy dust
who has
the sweetest eyes
prettiest of smiles
to die for
melting in
the deepest chambers
sweet like
cotton candy
wishing away
with the fairies
on the scent of
her beautiful musk
enchanting like spell
in the aroma
of a thousand blooms
into the most
beautiful dream
you do enter
the air leaves
breathless whisper
on the wings
of the heart
everything about you
is beautiful
colours beyond words
bouquet the light
circling around you
into the most beautiful
dream world
ever known to man
to live
in the fairytale
you have found
your dream
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