Long Uprise Poems
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I am not lost, I am just wandering
through this forest of words and lines
leading me into unknown places
and times long forgotten.
I am a wanderer, a traveler,
a seeker of beauty and truth.
I follow the call of my heart,
the whisper of my soul.
I am not afraid to get lost
within the tangled web of life.
It is then that I find my way
in those moments of wandering.
I allow my feet to take me wherever,
my heart guides me through the night.
At the uprise of the morning sun,
I'll be ready for a new delight.
The world is full of wonderful things,
and I want to see them all.
From towering mountains to endless seas,
No sight's too great or too small.
So let me wander, let me roam
to lands so far away and shores unseen.
In these journeys is my heart free
And my spirit soars high and clean.
And when I am old and grey,
and wanderings no more.
Memories then to comfort me,
my heart once more to soar.
For wanderlust can never be cured,
a constant flame of fire,
a song within, that cries inside,
longing, some impossible desire.
What is it with the fans and the guy known as
" Big Meanie" Maze? Some may be used to calling
him "The Craze" of Fresno: there were he defeated
Five reigning champions in one night! An off the grid
Superstar who once wrestled(defending against two
top notch contenders:.when his partner defaulted
and refuse to make the date, he was lefted to defend by
himself). "They made a mountain out of a mole hill: my
Partner was a jerk: the promotion wanted me to find a new
partner , I said screws you and took the job and retained!"
"I aint need no stinking partner!For the rest of my title
defenses my manager stood on the apron while I did the work!"
One night I bought a Big maple syrup barrel in the ring
with pillows tied around it: the jerk ref asked where was my partner,
I say's you son of a bytch: can't
you see the barrel of fun I just came in ith"
The barrel had a uprise.at the end of the match, my new partner
crawled from under the ring
and got under the barrel and when I went for the tag, he jumped out!
The place went wild.
We began using the "Big Barrel of Fun" gimmick bring
a barrel ringside and dumping ah fella
in it getting the countout win.
Until them Big nastys came in to the terrotry.
Smuck and Numbskull ruined our reign.
They were nomanated as tagteam of the year six years in a row and won.
I gave up on tagging: then I became Champion of Champion
contender and Champion!
Report Filed by
Toyo Siku
From The Big City Journel
Column Six
the Panflute Report
Rassling Publications Inc
and Mid-day Media LLC
The new thang is this article come up on scene: the panflute signals
the start of the segment! This Guy is a jerk!
Historic Africa dabbled in darkness
Long for a glimpse of the light,
Try to learn from past mistakes,
One day will make those lessons right.
Write all deeds that were wrong
Setting visions in dreams alight,
A cure will come to make us strong,
It will never be too late to make right.
Truth waits in the unknown silence
With barriers built around,
When sought for the right entrance,
In the paths where knowledge is found.
Dwells the future of glory for Africa
Beyond where present suffering abounds,
The Children to come will find Mana,
Ocean of water in mighty waves surrounds.
Fear, not the past unhealthy cry,
hear the uprise from underground commence,
for recompense demise, our heroes die
Multitudes now stand in their place.
The distant future is unknown to man
But God knows the destiny of everyone
Time revealed in glimpses of vision,
No realms on earth dare to stand alone.
I JUST HAD, TO ASK THE QUESTION,
WHAT'S REALLY, GOING ON?
SO I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE,
FOUND A PEAK TO PONDER ON.
ODD THINGS SEEM TO HAPPEN
AND NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE.
ONCE IN FICTION MOVIES,
NOW, IT'S EVERYWHERE.
NO ONE, SAW THE UPRISE.
NO ONE, SAW THE THE FALL.
OTHERS, WERE SIMPLY BLINDED,
NOT NOTICING, ANYTHING AT ALL.
PEOPLE WERE BEING BRAINWASHED,
CONGLOMERATES WERE BEING FORMED.
NO ONE SEEMS TO NOTICE,
TRANSHUMANISM, IS NOW THE NORM.
" "SLAVERY" IS A WAY OF LIFE."
MEANING "STAYING INSIDE THE BOX."
NEVER UNDERSTANDING,
THINKING LIKE A FOX.
NO ONE SEEMS TO REASON
SOMEHOW LOGIC DISAPPEARED.
FROM SOMEWHERE, INSIDE THE DARKNESS,
ANDRONIKOS REAPPEARS.
STREETCARS WERE ONCE ELECTRIC,
NOW CONSIDERED, IN THE PAST.
ANOTHER WAY OF SAYING,
NOTHING EVER LAST.
THOUGHTS AND WORDS ON PARCHMENT,
HAVE STOOD THE TEST OF TIME.
ELIMINATING HISTORY ,
SHOULD BE THOUGHT UPON, AS A CRIME.
Michael E. Harris
07242022
Along came the rain;
It moisten the ground again;
Ants run way beneath down into their mounds;
Spring rains on;
Butterflies sucking nectar;
Sugar sweet sharing with the moths and bees;
As the coolness of rain blows in;
Hurring tappins the sweet sticky liquid;
Nourishment for midsection;
Along comes summer dies up the rain;
Hot times to uprise;
A blaze dries up the rains;
Grasshoppers dance on the burning grass;
Caterpillars chasing squirrels;
Await the next rain chance;
To have mudball fights;
Crickets mate communicate rub their legs;
Sounds heard all around the garden;
Along came the rain;
It moisten the ground again;
Humans, insects and birds run away beneath hide seek shelter from;
Spring rains on;
12/12/18
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits
Smile at me only if your grin extends to your gaze.
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
I provide you dreams that rouse hope and grace.
I propose to you hues of joy as the glow of blaze.
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits.
I offer you tender and heartfelt views and embrace.
My gift to you is wider than just my inheritance phase.
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
My awe for you is akin though an angel aloft in space.
The ease of life is the fruit of giving in lovely praise.
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits.
The prize I'm giving you is wiser than the cosmos ace.
The present I am giving you is a prize from the uprise.
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
You, my kids, are the sunrise that dulls the fiercest case.
My gift to you is pure, total commitment! and love rays
A genus, warm, and lovely smile brightens your face.
The gift I'm giving you is already inside your traits.
Written: June 26, 2021
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