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The Old Lady In The Shoe
November 22, 2013 at 5:57pm
Dedicated to all my children around the world;
The big and small of it.
Some appreciate the little
things that encourages
them to do big stuff.
Some won't say anything,
because they never
get enough.
N'ary a second thought they give.
Some think they are entitled to it
and know not of reciprocation.
Some think that they should always
be the center of your attention.
Some children you can
doat on, and give them
all you've got.
Then there are
those to who will never
reach out to offer invitation.
Never lend a helping hand
To execute your plans,
It's selfishness
that guides them
because they love you not.
Some children want to be heard
others just wanna be seen
but the unappreciative child
won't amount to a hill of beans.
Some children need a little push
while others need a shove
mothers can never tell a child
Which one who best she loves
When mothers see these attitudes
She knows which child
will pass life's test.
Some play in the corner
day-dreaming all alone
Some children keep
lots of company;While
others have one friend
that is all his own.
The one you devote
your time to
may not be the child
that does his best.
Some children need you more-
Some children need you less.
But the child that won't say
" thank you" mom....
and never listen to advice
is the ones that breaks
a mothers heart,and
discounts her sacrifice.
Some children need a little push
while others need a shove.
Some need a swift
kick in the pants
or maybe a wake up call;
Others just need
a little coddling:
But never does a child
deserve no love all
Just remember the old lady
who lived in the shoe..
She had so many children...
They said "she didn't
know what to do."
Mothers learn your child,
try to give each what he needs
The one that appreciates
their mother is...
more likely to succeed.
footnote : original version
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.She had so many children, she didn't know what to do;She gave them some broth without any bread;Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Earlier version:
There was an old woman Who lived in a shoe,She had so many children,And loved them all, too.She said, "Thank you Lord Jesus,For sending them bread."Then kissed them all gladly and sent them to bed.
1#
Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
2#
He was metamorphosed
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
3#
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
4#
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by her coyness
5#
God travels
With three suitcases
One for me
6#
I kissed
Her frostiness
And my lips turned icebergs
7#
The bed
Gets embarrassed
At our nakedness
8#
Her hands
Stopped me
To pick evenings
9#
We two rested
In a cave of Kundalini
Behind the waterfall
10#
The alien woman
Travelled six moons
To deliver her baby in a burial ground
11#
An eagle swoops
On a field –mouse
Tables of wedding
12#
The woman kissed me
I felt her hollow ribs
As if in a spring dream
13#
The woman’s hair
Struck by a gale
Made waterfalls
14#
My wife locked
Me one fine evening
In my neighbour’s hole
15#
The rats are away
When mice take in
My wife’s clammy face
16#
The summer rain
In exasperation
Took wings to raid the moon
17#
Lolo my wife
Her green sleek steps
Thundered an innocent fly
18#
In the dead of night
God made two wives
One for me one for my neighbour
19#
My neighbour’s wife
Delivered a child
When I was asleep
20#
The woman said goodbye
And I took a fish for dinner
I mistook it for my wife
21#
My wife is a canvas
Where I paint
My forebodings
22#
A painter’s apprentice
In sheer foolishness
daubed in red my wife’s rear-view
23#
A squirrel saw my wife
And in haste
Lost her guava
24#
I was caught in neighbour’s bedroom
By my wife last summer
I lost my glasses
25#
A wolf entered the graveyard
Unannounced
And annoyed my wife
26#
Sarah my wife
Lumbering
Dizzy commuters
27#
Sarah wed me
And in brief forgetfulness
Greeted my neighbour
28#
A tiger ate Sarah my wife
It happened by accident
The tiger knows
29#
Morning bell
Wake up call
I want to sleep
30#
Pola my pet fly
Fouled things up
She ate my wife’s breakfast
31#
My dog Pintu
Hydrophobia
I set him free on my wife’s posterior
32#
Eons ago a butterfly
Gave birth to my wife
Now, a caterpillar
33#
A hard slap
Stammering
Hurricane Sarah will win
34#
You have gathered enough winters
Woman sighs
Leave one for me
35#
The woman flapped her wings
To clouded mountaintops
Silky as white
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7 Deadly Sins
When God showed me a vision,
I was wondering if what it is all about,
He was showing me the greatness, and fullness of life,
Where I neglected it and did not shew some delight,
He showed me fruits of a different kind,
Where I can pick, and have the best one I like
But, I kept on ignoring it one by one.
And I never appreciated the good kind he placed in line.
He showed me then, how my hands work in many ways,
He taught me how to touch others and give a helping hand
He tied a rope for me to pull when they are out of strings to hold
But, I was too busy to hold mine and so selfish to hold one.
He gave me the heart to love others,
He made it pure and with kindness
But, I used it to hatred, unforgiving heart I laid
and I end up loving myself more than anyone else
"One night, I dreamt of heaven and hell
I saw Jesus seating on a big bronze chair
The place was too dark, dull and sad.
As I gazed my eyes, I saw my families and other people around.
I was surprised why I was not with them
and why I was standing next to Him."
"In a blink of an eye, the ground started to break,
And the fire came out like a river and lake.
The place was drowning in sorrow, as I heard the crying of each soul.
I was terrified, and I can not move
Watching them screaming and falling, it's tearing my heart. I can not hold."
"Then, all of a sudden I felt sadness and my tears began to fall.
I saw my mother, and she is about to fall.
I asked Jesus to help and pull her up.
But He just looked at me, and my heart was bleeding so bad.
Then, I jumped to where my mother was.
I grabbed her hands and hold her tight
Then there's a big voice I heard at the back.
"They are the one who can save their soul"
I was crying that very moment I woke up,
The message was striking me with fear, I'm terrified.
It was not only for them to take, but also for me to wake.
That night I began to pray
I asked God for His forgiveness and mercy on bended knee
To forgive me for my arrogance and selfishness
To forgive me for my enviousness and greediness
To Forgive me for being Gluttonous, lustful, sloth and wrath
I asked him to take away my pride and give me back my pure heart
That dream is a wake up call "No one can save anyone other than their soul..."
My heart cries for thousands and thousands of people
those who perished in the earthquake-spawned waves;
known as tsunami, the worst natural disaster
that caused tons and tons of deaths across Asian countries.
It’s a great tragedy, a giant blow to humanity,
with its repercussions to all spheres of life –
a wake-up call, an immediate response
that needs to be attended to and done forthwith.
Global mourning takes its course in every nation,
particularly in these countries of Asia where –
Indonesia, Thailand, Sri Lanka are faced with difficulties;
in coping with destructions, tragedies, and other commotions
indeed, an urgent call that needs an international attention.
In four decades this catastrophe has ceased its wrath,
but after that starts another episode, so terrifying
that people who are caught up in that mere situation
can solemnly declare and profess their fears.
Oh, Mother Nature! at times we don’t know
your reactions that cause pandemonium,
tragedy, destruction, sorrow, and pain to all
like this one, a very strong and powerful disaster.
However, across the world, people show their compassion
with their unwavering generosity that floods in all levels
it’s an illustration that we’re humans with caring behaviors
to all those who’re afflicted and severely hit by this phenomenon.
I can’t imagine how the world mobilizes and responds
showing their love and concern to these people in pain
loss of lives, heart brokenness, and other misfortunes;
these generate an answer to be mindful of them in many ways.
I see the unprecedented generosity that rolls in every land,
institutions and other organizations make a collaboration
in what is conceived and put into action: fund raising,
charity, and pledges of thousands of donors.
Horrific media images shown in television channels,
are remarkable pointers for reflection and yet an invitation;
for someone who needs conversion and a return to church call,
that life can be as quick as those giant waves that killed many people.
It’s a theological reflection which embraces human sufferings,
Like a pathway to profound invocation, faith and trust in Him;
Oh God, our source of strength and goal to fulfill this portion
Where we unite ourselves to all those who’re in afflictions.
You’re a 3AM
Wake up call
With another sob story
About the latest boy
Who pumped you
Then dumped you
And left you
In a sweaty lonely pile
Upon another
Empty bed
And you cry
Baby girl tears
All over my phone
And you wonder why handsome
Boys
With shining white teeth
With full heads of curly black hair
With six-pack stomachs
And tight muscular
Rear ends
Can not be more like
Mature
Older
Men
“Just like you,”
Baby girl says
“Just like you.”
And you cry
Baby girl tears
All over my phone
And you wonder why reckless
Boys
Who party all night
Who down countless vodka shots
Who shout “muthafukka,” “dude,” "beotch,"
And other raucous
Victory chants
Can not be more like
Mature
Older
Men
“Just like you,”
Baby girl says
“Just like you.”
You want me to empathize
You want me to criticize
The nasty boys
Who took you for another
Cruel and pointless ride
You want me to father you
In a way he never did
But I’m sorry
Baby girl
I’m sorry
I can’t
Because I admire and envy those
Boys
In the prime of their life
Not yet defeated
Not yet haunted
Not yet beaten
By the disappointments that
Await
They are a national treasure
A precious resource
From the exuberant crude shouts of
Irrational wild boys
Come the builders of shelter
The providers of sustenance
The conquerors of enemies
The explorers of frontiers
From the exuberant crude shouts of
Irrational boys
Come the daring adventurers
The first one into the burning house
The last one out of the burning house
The one still standing when everybody else
Fled
From the insatiable loins of such
Irrational wild boys
Come the fierce wild girls
Who dance insanely upon tables
Who run naked through the streets
Who make love without limits
In open fields
Upon damp grass
All through the night
From the insatiable loins of such
Irrational wild boys
Come the fierce wild girls
Who cat-fight for their lover
Who kill for their children
Who wail passionately for their dead
From such boys
Baby girl
From such boys
You were born into the world
My crazy baby girl
You were born into the world
Like father, like daughter
And if I could be that young wild boy
Again
The one that you hate
And love
In such a maniacal way
It would be an honor to be with you
An honor to hold you
An honor to love you
Until my dying day.
A day to remember; eleven September;
The year -two thousand and one.
Blue sky so pretty, over New York City,
The workday barely begun.
Out of the sky, with a terrible roar,
The first plane hit the Tower.
Soon into view, came one plane more.
Two strikes within the hour!
Fire and smoke; and terrified folk,
Trying to escape with their lives.
Some got away, but many perished that day:
Single people--and husbands--and wives.
In Washington D.C.,came strike number three
On the Pentagon--seat of the military.
The scene-much the same:another hijacked plane.
Oh, how this day turned so scary!
There was also one more;but Plane number Four
Had people who refused to yield.
Soon they began to foil the enemy's plan,
And forced a crash in a field!
America discovered that day-in a horrible way,
That we were no longer immune.
This was a wake -up call, that shook one and all,
But we began to rally real soon!
The enemy assumed with glee,that he had brought us to our knees.
Yet the thing he misunderstood,
Was that although we were there, we were kneeling in prayer!
Out of evil would arise good.
Back at the Towers. minutes became hours,
As people searched through the rubble.
Professionals, and volunteers:full of anxiety and fears
Headed back into danger and trouble.
They acted so brave, for there were people to save.
And, as they helped one another,
There were may heroes, at that place called Ground Zero,
All working together as brothers.
From around our great land, hand joined in hand:
Numerous offers of help were made.
No one sat and just waited; people congregated
They gave; they gave; they prayed;
Now flags fly everywhere, you frequently hear prayer,
Asking God to be our Guide.
Life has changed in many ways,over just a few days.
There exists renewed national pride!
Though we have declared war-it's unlike any before.
For we fight a foe that's difficult to see.
So as you kneel in prayer, utilize your time there,
To ask God to grant us victory!
Originally written Sept 29, 2001 and posted here as we near the anniversary once
again. Our nation still needs the prayer!
Charlie Pelota HSLP
Form:
My heart cries for thousands and thousands of people
those who perished in the earthquake-spawned waves;
known as tsunami, the worst natural disaster
that caused tons and tons of deaths across Asian countries.
It’s a great tragedy, a giant blow to humanity,
with its repercussions to all spheres of life –
a wake-up call, an immediate response
that needs to be attended to and done forthwith.
Global mourning takes its course in every nation,
particularly in these countries of Asia where –
Indonesia, Thailand, Sri Lanka are faced with difficulties;
in coping with destructions, tragedies, and other commotions
indeed, an urgent call that needs an international attention.
In four decades this catastrophe has ceased its wrath,
but after that starts another episode, so terrifying
that people who are caught up in that mere situation
can solemnly declare and profess their fears.
Oh, Mother Nature! at times we don’t know
your reactions that cause pandemonium,
tragedy, destruction, sorrow, and pain to all
like this one, a very strong and powerful disaster.
However, across the world, people show their compassion
with their unwavering generosity that floods in all levels
it’s an illustration that we’re humans with caring behaviors
to all those who’re afflicted and severely hit by this phenomenon.
I can’t imagine how the world mobilizes and responds
showing their love and concern to these people in pain
loss of lives, heart brokenness, and other misfortunes;
these generate an answer to be mindful of them in many ways.
I see the unprecedented generosity that rolls in every land,
institutions and other organizations make a collaboration
in what is conceived and put into action: fund raising,
charity, and pledges of thousands of donors.
Horrific media images shown in television channels,
are remarkable pointers for reflection and yet an invitation;
for someone who needs conversion and a return to church call,
that life can be as quick as those giant waves that killed many people.
It’s a theological reflection which embraces human sufferings,
Like a pathway to profound invocation, faith and trust in Him;
Oh God, our source of strength and goal to fulfill this portion
Where we unite ourselves to all those who’re in afflictions.
Black and White Yoyage
Ying and Yang come to mind that wakes up in the morning
Harmony the task for the day and the nights of the soul as
black coffee takes hold with bits of refined white powder
No credit card needed to shoot up the lines just sweetener
Money short as many times but the fangs of depression at
bay in the haven of a polychrome garden paradise around
Abundance mixes genesis and evolution blends the colours
cherishes diversity celebrates similarities holds dear all
the differences which we humans bring to the daily party
On my travels to Spain with bright sun and black secrets
in history memories civil strife and factional fracture
I stumbled into Guernica the painting the scream into hell
No hues no colourant just clarity’s pigment shadows and all
where the white flag of peace had been bombed into dust
with help of Mussolini’s black shirts and fascist brown hue
From a chessboard of aerial precision it was black or white
a foreplay of what was to come in the wars to proceed in
white ashen faces and clean shaven razor blades of demise
Back in South Africa’s so called rainbow nation I have digested
distorted figures of human targets screaming animals shattering
aeroplane parts sending Picasso’s message into the world
Black and white still struggle here overt and covertly where
Apartheid lives on some lives matter more than some others
in a country steam rolled by corruption of capitalistic greed
Coffee in hand and sweet sugar soothing my wake up call
it all seems so powerless when I as a minion of resistance
confide my wish for full colours to the message of love
Ying and Yang leaves no room for aggression no place for
killing fields in the pastures of plenty just whisks and whiffs of
what could become if understood we are all black and white
15th February 2017
''I'M A HANDFUL''
"OH MY GOD!", I WOKE UP SCREAMING
MY BODY SOAKED IN SWEAT
BOTH HANDS SHAKING...POUNDING, IN MY CHEST
IN MY NIGHTMARE, THERE SHE WAS, SHOUTING OUT
"I'M A HANDFUL"
AS SHE HAS SO MANY TIMES, EXPRESSED
WITH DEVILISH EYES AND ANGEL FACE
AND SKIN AS DARK AS NIGHT
SHE CAME TOWARD ME, WITH HER OUTSTRETCHED ARMS
I KNEW I WAS IN TROUBLE, I'D BEEN PLAYING WITH THE DEVIL
AND I'M OVERMATCHED AND CAN'T RESIST HER CHARMS
I TOLD YOU I'M A HANDFUL, WHEN I MET YOU, SHE WAS SAYING
I TOLD YOU I WAS WILD AND FULL OF GAME
YOU KNEW THAT I WAS GHETTO
FULL OF BABY DADDY DRAMA
I'M A MAVERICK, NOT SOME PONY, YOU CAN TAME
THIS AIN'T MY MESS, IT'S YOUR MESS
MISTER COLLEGE EDUCATED
YOUR EGO TOLD YOU, YOU COULD HANDLE ME
I TOLD YOU FROM THE GET GO
WHO I WAS AND WHAT I WAS
IT AIN'T MY FAULT, WHAT YOU THOUGHT, I WOULD BE
NOBODY PUT A GUN UP TO YOUR HEAD
WHEN YOU APPROACHED ME
YOU COULD'VE TURNED AND WALKED THE OTHER WAY
BUT YOU WERE SURE YOUR "BOOK" SMARTS
BEAT MY STREET SMARTS, DIDN'T YOU
IT SEEMS TO ME, WE BOTH HAD GAME TO PLAY
I SAW ME RUNNING, IN THIS NIGHTMARE
RUNNING, IN THE DARK
PRAYING, "LORD, I NEED A PLACE TO HIDE!"
'CAUSE SHE WAS FLOATING IN THE AIR
AND CLOSING ON ME FAST, SAYING
"COME ON BABY...DON'T YOU WANNA RIDE?"
WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE ME
ON THE WAY I LIVE MY LIFE
WHO ARE YOU TO SAY WHAT'S WRONG OR RIGHT
PEOPLE LIVING IN GLASS HOUSES
SHOULD NEVER PICK UP STONES
JUDGMENTS COME BACK AT YOU, IN THE LIGHT
WHERE WAS ALL YOUR JUDGMENT
CAUGHT ALL UP BETWEEN MY LEGS
SHARING IN MY PASSION AND MY HEAT
JUDGING ME, 'CAUSE I GOT SKILLS
AND YOU'RE INTIMIDATED
I GUESS THAT'S WHAT THEY MEAN, BY, BITTERSWEET
TOLD YOU I'M A HANDFUL, SHE SAID
AS I CON TEM PLATED
JUMPING FROM THE WINDOW, WHERE I STOOD
CAUGHT BETWEEN THE FEAR AND LUST
OF WHAT I KNEW SHE OFFERED
LORD I HAD IT BAD...AND THAT AIN'T GOOD
COME ON MISTER BIG SHOT, MISTER ALWAYS IN CONTROL
THIS AIN'T MY MESS, SO WHAT'S IT GONNA BE
THIS NIGHTMARE IS A WAKE UP CALL
DON'T BE SO QUICK TO JUDGE
OR YOU'LL BE MEETING...MORE HANDFULS, LIKE ME!
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JAMES HEATH JR
313 OAK RD
GLENSIDE, PA 19038
USA
I can't sleep, my body gives me its usual wake-up call;
it's certainly the burden of the Christmas' season,
stretching my resources to implement its reason;
and this budget crisis won't keep me from spending it all...
some folks disagree and constantly shake their heads,
and should I pay attention to those annoying glances?
I can't be a scrooge, not buying that expensive item,
trying to save a dollar and feel awkward inside:
sometimes even generosity can wipe out greed by making a little sacrifice;
and despite a December wintry mix, with freezing rain and wet snow,
I venture outside bundled-up in a warm parka and wool gloves...
to renew the season's spirit with something as exciting as love!
I'm entering into Macy's, my favorite store,
and what I find in there, can't be described:
there are no affordable sales with incredible values;
I pull out my credit card and give it to the jovial cashier,
but her cheer turns sour when the transaction is declined!
Oh, foolish me, why did I go over the credit limit;
don't I ever learn to use cash and get rid if the damn plastic...
is this a time to be so distraught and envy the elite?
Perhaps I could use a magic wand, not asking Santa' help with childish eyes,
and grab everything that catches my eye for the needy ones,
but these are different times: if you don't have the green and the luck
of a Trump who can squander his money, you can't afford anything!
And what if I hit the Lotto or Mega Millions, wouldn't it change everything?
My list would be endlessly long: everyone would hilariously jump and shout!
Before I choose those names that are entitled to a present,
I weight out the cost and some nice gifts might surprise them;
and if they think I am the impersonation of Santa who jingles his bell
while riding the snowy sky of Christmas to perform many miracles at will:
they must know I make a decent living and save every dime
in a piggy-jar just in case I run low on cash to avoid another stride!
Luck, come today to solve my financial problems in the mist of a December wintry mix;
and Santa, don't be be too jealous and hold this against me...I'm still your loyal friend!
copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci