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A brand-new pyramid’s been built,
Which might give us conniptions,
But this one’s made by just one man
Instead of the Egyptians.
Unlike the older version, which
Endorsed a healthy diet,
This time we’re pushed to eat red meat,
Though vegans may not buy it.
Aside from steak and burgers,
Whole milk cheese and foods like that,
We’re being told we should indulge
In saturated fat.
The Heart Association thinks
This puts us on the track
For many more Americans
To have a heart attack.
But hey – this is our country now,
A topsy-turvy land,
With lunatics and blowhards
And their minions in command.
Sleeping now is not so easy
Unlike nights of yesteryear
Pain evasive sleep maneuvers
Needed now from front to rear
This way to avoid that shoulder
That way to appease my back
Crosswise so my groin finds freedom
Tilted slightly toward the crack
That Sciatica will flare up
Should I not upend my knee
That’s just one side’s ‘Sleeping Sitcom”
What is to become of me
Don’t forget to fluff that pillow
Sinus drip means counting sheep
Plus a stiff neck’s sure to follow
One wrong doze into the deep
Slumber now is very tricky
That’s if I can sleep at all
Where’d I hide those ‘little helpers”
Sandman’s on an early call!
O’ I am standing in this river, in its waters clear and pure
I am washing away my troubles until they are no more
Accusations are beneath me, they’re not even worth my time
I can see right through you baby, I was never born blind
My vision is as clear as that water running beneath my feet
There will come a day my dreams will be more than complete
O’ I am standing in this river, in its waters clear and pure
I am washing away my troubles until they are no more
I ain’t looking backwards on the chains of folks that bind
No Lordy, unlike most I was built from a different kind
I’m hanging onto my own principles and I’m staying strong
Time’s up, you can’t ever make me do no more wrong
O’ I am standing in this river, in its waters clear and pure
I am washing away my troubles until they are no more
I’m heading home now, to the place I was born and bred
My feet cleansed by the water so with purity I now tread
With clarity in my mind and my soul once more released
No stopping now until my destination has been reached
O’ I am standing in this river, in its waters clear and pure
I am washing away my troubles until they are no more
O' yeah
I’m heading home now, to the place I was born and bred
My feet cleansed by the water so with purity I now tread
With clarity in my mind and my soul once more released
No stopping now until my destination has been reached
O’ I am standing in this river, in its waters clear and pure
I am washing away my troubles until they are no more . . .
You told me about her and how much she meant to you, I mean your wife because just like I am a
woman enough with only the difference we have between us being children.
Her hips cracked for your black dump ass, an ass which is a coward and a fatherless figure
Her hips cracked to give you children unlike I could give them to you but “Wait!”
I did not want my own hips to crack for what you called your normal for me to bare children for you
I am black, and I am a female
I have coiled and tangled hair, hair you can never run your fingers through unlike her chemicalized
smooth ones
I am a female capable of taking care of myself and your normal can never be you taking care of me
I feared you with my heart feeling pain every time I was in your presence
It was that Monday night which narrated why I was unease and that Tuesday morning I woke you up
to drive me, so I do not be late for my 7-5-day appointment
Something you were never used to doing or rather never done as you pry on those who are weak to
fight your corrupt mind
You called me in anger for what you feared I would unfold the truth you told me the Monday night
Your eyes wide like a devil’s child ready to take breath from my bones
See! I am so confused how you compared me the woman who gave birth to you and betrayed you in
return to save the woman you left beaten and she who was in need from your escape, the woman you
called your wife
Black normal man you called yourself
Black perfect man you portrayed yourself
Black abusive, cruel and a coward of a man I saw you
See! I lost my respect for you the moment you raised your hands on me
One slap from you was enough
One slap from you was enough for me to notice that my normal with you can never include abuse
Black man stop women abuse
Poet
Masego
The onset of sleep tiptoes in as a most silent whisper.
God blows it into ears of both him and her.
We have deep kaleidoscopic dreams that give us rest.
With no music on, just our gentle hearts beating against our chests.
Some give their souls to God for safe keeping.
They are unlike sad others who go to bed weeping,
We thank God for His generous blessings this day.
And place our poetic headsupon soft, creative pillows without delay.
We are thankful for the poetic hearts who touched us across the miles.
Our eyes, now closed, we see their loving, beaming smiles!
2/19/2021
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“One being freed from the grip of Ahamkara attains his unmanifest state like the spotless moon becoming full after eclipse.” ~ quote from the Adhyatma Upanishad
thoughts seem to arise without volition
but mindful eye traces heart as the source
wherefrom vibrations emoted in morse
seek from mind as symbols, their rendition
desires of heart cause intent’s emission
but is the impulse rooted in remorse
ego-driven, prone to applying force,
unlike vast space that has no ambition
negating transience, our ego recedes
and yet object-free awareness remains
whence stepping outside space-time we then see
self-existent light within which love breeds
representing flame of heart free from stains
made in God’s image, vibrant and carefree
There's no room in my head
it's filled with thoughts of you.
And I'm alive, yet dead,
both are equally true.
Losing your fight with death
grief shrouds me like a glove.
You were my blood, my breath,
my hope, my dream, my love.
I’m as pale as a ghost
my heart is out of blood.
For missing you the most,
it is barely a thud.
How much more can I take,
without breath, I'll smother.
And must endure an ache,
unlike any other.
My future's dissolving,
how am I to cope?
My world is devolving,
I can't live without hope.
I'm far beyond dismayed,
on the verge of a scream.
And I feel so afraid,
for I no longer dream.
No one will replace you,
I swear to God above.
And yet, it's just as true,
I will die without love.
(Quatrain)
1/11/2015
I have played drums
I have played Premier England
Right here in our land
I have played Tamar Drums
I have played talking drums
I have played conga
Yes I have played drums
With every drums come different feelings
The feelings that can only be explained in the spiritual realm
Yes I have used drumsticks
And of course I have broken drum sticks
No matter how expensive
Tovaste, Nova, Premier England
Yes I have used and dump drumsticks
And of course I have torn venoms
But then, I still remain a drummer
A drummer with passion
Like wise I have fallen in love
I have aimlessly been to the city of love
But I have fallen every time for the wrong person
Until I fell for you
And your love seems sweeter
Sweeter and better
Much more better than even Bver
Not complicated like Alpha Beta
Or tiring like SOH CAH TOA
But unlike drums
I want to be with you
And only you
I don't want to use and dump you
I don't want to tear your venom
Maybe not yet
I don't want to loose you
I don't want to break your heart
All I want to do is to love you
Love you passionately
Till the end of times
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I hear the Bells, I hear the Bells
At morning, noon and night each day
They are a reminder of the time
A reminder of past days.
And I think to myself over the years
How many others have used them as I do
to also keep the time
To remember things as I do.
A time to worship, a time to eat
A time to marry, a time to meet
A time to put loved ones in the the ground
A time to let them take their leave.
These bells have many voices
Some happy and some filled with grief.
They resonate with me and in me always
I can still hear some of them in my sleep.
I can still hear the Bells of Christmas morn
Little children's faces filled with glee
I can still hear the Bells of Easter morn
Christ's resurrection paid our fees.
I can hear their sounds for when my children were born
A proud parent of a new family
A family that had numbered two
But was now happily three.
I can hear the Bells of Sunday worship
Ringing every Sunday morn
Celebrating God's awesome forgiveness
Celebrating the day that his son was born.
I can hear the Bells from loved one's funerals
As we lay their bodies to rest
Never ever wanting to say earthly goodbyes
Just trying to live through the sad day and do our best.
These bells are part of my daily life
They always have been and will continue to be
The Heralds of life's brief ticking clock
Unlike life, they will always continue to ring and to be.
I will use them to mark my moments
Both significant and mundane.
I will use them to always remember
To love my God and my church in every way.
I will use them to remember my family
I will use them to remember those friends I love
To be grateful for each of my children
To be grateful for just having had been.
I will use them to be grateful for all of the things in my life
To be grateful for all of those I love
To be grateful for each of my earthly days
To be grateful for the heavens above.
(December 30, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Everything that is gifted with life will grow
It will fade and die unless we keep the flow
To provide its energy comes from the moon
To reach full growth otherwise it may die soon
From a cradle a mother nurses her child
unlike the animals grow in the forest wild
Birds build nests to lay eggs until hatched
unlike other creatures habit unmatched
Dewdrops before dawn let flowers bloom
even as the forest has so much room
From a root under the ground life spread
with the vines and bees in search of bread
the stars in the sky keeps its shape
everything otherwise wants to escape
Clouds move ceaselessly across the sky
so too the heart beats until we must die