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I try to move the ship but enough water was not in the ditch
The water kept rising and falling and sometimes it feels as if my
Sprit is drowning; there are several avenues around me and all of them lead to the sea and that is where I will get the victory.
You have to fight on dry land as well as in the middle of the sand , my beams are too high and the light in the night sky is too visible in the middle of the sky are causing collusion when the temperature dies.
You have to map out a new path, when you fly in the dark, fly above or below but never let them know which way you go; and when the day is foggy or the rain clouds appears in the sky take a quick dive and cruise slowly in the behind the radars; stick to your route and if in doubt, elevate your altitude even when there is no shoes.
The gutter snipes are coming to town, robe in jackets
Looking like clown, they wear that familiar hat but they were ushered away and taken to the back and when they search the whole town Jonah could not be found, and so they send someone to search the ship and there he was hiding in the ship’s hole examining his soul. They pull him out at once and throw him over board and he found comfort in the belly of the big black whale for three days until the curse went away.
I have thought long and my spirit began to sing a strange song not a sign of life was there and the people began to fear, no-one knows how the crowd ends up in the yard.
They came from abroad to celebrate the return of the mountain Gods but the fortified city had no one in it, except a few pine trees with broken street lamps and a cross buried in the ground and the people were nowhere to be found, and so they went in search of a city that that once exists in paradise and now it is floating on the ice.
Anchor my soul in the city that is full of light, anchor my soul where there is much delight, the place where I can walk freely in the street and talk freely with the people that I meet, I can walk out in the middle of the night and appreciates the sentiments around and listen to the melodious voices resonating from various building across the city Anchor my soul in the city where people never sleep.
Meat galore going for cheap in the stores, meat galore piling up on your shore. I cannot believe that the world is starving when tons of chickens and assorted meats are scattered everywhere in the street.
The loaded truck overturned spilling packages of meat on the ground, lining the sidewalks and filling the gully, everyone is moving in a hurry.
The truck driver was lucky to come out alive so he calls the people to have a feast with the raw meat. He said that he could not reload the truck because the meat had picked up dust and the insurance would pay for it, and so he waited for the wrecker to come and pull up the truck. People start jumping in bushes loading their bags and boxes and anything that they could find to stuff the meat.
Let everyone come and eat, pull the covers off your feet, sprinkle water on your face and get ready to start a brand-new race. There is plenty of meat to eat, pork chops, veal, and beef, mutton, pork ribs, and whale, kangaroo meat cooked with brown rice and delicate frog legs sent as a gift from Paris. Let everyone come and eat there is plenty of meat to eat.
The dogs are barking, the roosters are crowing and the hens are dining and romanticizing. This is the period for the hens and so you have leave the lion's den before the clock struck ten.
The mice are running around on the floor and they are climbing through the door, they are running up and down the wall with food in their mouths and cookies stuck in their throat .When the hens are away the mice will definitely play, puss in boots has several meals to choose and just as I speak of it the cat captured it with its swollen lips. Let everybody come and eat.
Mr. Charity is no stranger he is a mega donor you will not be short of anything when you move in with the timing. There are lots of things to share but Mr. Charity is on the run because has accumulated a fortune in the hot sun.
He has created fake web pages to channel money from all races, he has a secret bank account to run short errands in the town and when he accumulates enough, he stuffs his gut and run and the website disappeared. Let everyone come eat, good meat is wasting in the street.
A tower carved from heavy stone,
It braves the raging, timeless sea,
Where ancient wooden ships were blown,
By winds that whistled wild and free.
The keeper climbs the spiral stairs,
To trim the wick and light the flame,
Through bitter frost and salty air,
To guide the ships without a name.
With whale-oil fire and iron gears,
It pierced the heavy, choking fog,
A savior through the passing years,
Recorded in the Captain's log.
Through naval wars and trading booms,
The lens revolved with steady grace,
To rescue crews from watery tombs,
And mark this rugged, lonely place.
Though modern beams now take the lead,
The weathered structure stands sublime,
A monument to human need,
Defying all the rust of time.
The cursor blinked as I thought about my response
See in my head it made sense
You get none of the chances of being stabbed in the back plus the added bonus of not having to buy a round
I know I am miserable but I thought let’s see if there is a spark I haven’t seen yet
ME/question.org
When I read it I was intrigued
A meeting friends site you type a secret questions
I took a few days thinking about mine thinking I might be funny what does pokemon taste like
………….why do mad people pretend to be sane
but shook them his question was too enticing ME/who…
ME/…ooowh
that was it I made a friend
we spent neon hours discussing our favourite fiction
The bible or law
Which cartoon animal would win a fight
I still contend Bob would be indestructible
If you could turn into any animal
I said whale
You replied wouldn’t you be gasping for air
We talked dads and whose had injured them the worst
Long gone loves
dogs we lost
People who poisoned our lives
Which politician lies the best
Movies that’s where we gelled
Our lists so comparable
Some were new but now shared by both
Days I kicked off sweat logged shoes
Grabbed a beer
And grunted s to the ceiling
only to smile as
ME/ them
beeped onto my screen
but it niggled me some of his answers definitely caused me a shiver.
(8/17/12)
Sitting in the darkest corner of the room
Hoping that this love would come real soon
So come to me I pray, and that with
Me you will forever stay.
Love may only come once in a lifetime to some
And many loves to others
But to me you are my lifetime love
Sent to me from up above.
You fill the skies with your light
And turn my darkest night bright.
Your love like the ocean beating up
Against the shore, holding me forever more.
So I will tell you of my love the best I can
So that you will understand.
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I am but a small little tree in a large forest
Looking for a ray of light, that will make me
Sing with delight.
A small fish in a pond-where all the other fish have gone.
A little sparrow in the sky- where hawks dare to fly.
The tip of a rainbow with all its colors
Which no one ever seems to find
cause they’re Looking way too high.
I am all this rolled into one
And these things I have become.
I am the beautiful rainbow way up high
I am the sparrow - with eagles I fly
I am the fish who has become the whale
And for your love I will not fail.
I am the little tree with the largest roots below the ground
I have grown without a sound.
I am your love -can’t you see
A greater love there’ll never be.
What have you done, for you look like a perch?
On Botox you should've done some research
I won't sugarcoat it
You look very bloated
Your face is engorged, and some will besmirch
Resembling a puffer with puckered lips
I wanna pop them with my fingertips
Dress yourself up in lace
Get rid of that fish face
Girl, you better get real and come to grips!
Your booty sticks out. You've such a huge butt
People laugh behind your back when you strut
They giggle and they wink
Some even say you stink
Like a three-day old catch of Halibut
Your teeth are threatening like a hungry shark
Who'd bite me like a mad dog with a bark
You're known as a stinker
Caught, hook, line and sinker
People point at you and call you a snark
You are as fishy as a speckled trout
So nice to people before it's found out
It's nothing but a show
Just a smoke screen you blow
A tasteless fish thrown back, without a doubt
You've earned the deserved name of big mouth bass
A loose lip fish without an ounce of class
Kicked out of many schools
Cause they didn't like fools
Shunned by all the Tropicals known as wrasse
You've been compared to the swimmer called 'carp'
A lesser species whose teeth are quite sharp
A catch that's not a prize
Most fishermen despise
No angel fish when it plays on a harp
Sometimes you resemble a red snapper
Belting out words like a winded rapper
Blah blah blah, on you jaw
Irksome as a jackdaw
You sound like the news anchor, Jake Tapper
When you swim in the pool, you're called a whale
Ya think that's due to the size of your tail?
In candy you indulge
It's the cause of your bulge
You might want to try a diet of kale
I never wanted to be your mighty mouthpiece
I never asked to be the morning trumpet
in the troubled town
or the prophet clown
that would be scorned from all around,
I just wanted to be a mason
like my forefathers before me
to build homes and temples
with honest tools that my heart could handle
to have a family that could worship you
with a love that would never need to lean,
but you demanded that I go to Nineveh
speaking to me like some inflexible father
pushing me with the wind
scolding me with a stubborn sun
chilling me in the nervous night
so I ran,
I ran to the sea so I could be me
found a ship sailing for Italy,
but your wrath found me on the water
tossed the ship to tip
and there I was adrift
worried that this was it,
swallowed by a whale
thinkin that I failed
I prayed to you with passion
pled to be undead,
you, oh Lord, brought me back to the living,
your mercy taught me about the calling,
in my second chance
I received my first glance
of this great gift,
to you, oh Lord, I look for love...
J.A.B.
I began composing this composition on April 24th,
and have completed it, through the grace of Providence
at 2:39 am on May 24th, 2017...30 continuous days,
approximately 120 hours of intellectual labor.
This poem is inspired by, and dedicated to
the great men and women of the Old Testament,
and to the divine genius of Michelangelo Bounarroti
and his masterwork of the Sistine Chapel...Justin A. Bordner
Zebras are clever little horses with stripes
They know how to discharge without having to wipe
They say pigs roll in the mud so as to get clean
My wife keeps trying mudpacks if you know what I mean
A cow’s tail is a very effective fly-swatter
Remember to first ask the butcher to slaught-her
When I saw in the kitchen-sink a whale of a snail
I called the Doc – Never mind our daughter looks pale
“Honey, you promised to kill that June-bug, remember?”
“Oh, yeah… You asked me last June, and now it’s December”
Dog rhymes with hog, which in turn rhymes with frog
But only one lives on a lily in a swamp called a bog
My vet told me my new cat would have up to nine lives
A Queen Bee snatched ‘em all when she flew out of her hive
I am in my ground state
something cuddling nothing
tucked in with my stuff of dream
myself and my companion
my form, language, my logic
my letter, symbol, my number
my explanation, description, my stroke, my sound
my noun, verb, my grammatical ingredient
my information, data, my mathematical bit
my measurement, my calculation
my equation, graph, model, my relation
my set, shape, dimension, my duration
......
a scary process, solving myself
I am in-between
after the before and before the after
poised curving through the curling pipe
astride my transitory surf-board
waves collapsing along the quantum shore
smeared, wiped-out, flipped backwards
into the probabilistic ocean or tumbled forward
through surging foam, chaotic spray
observing, informing, accelerating, colliding
attributing, entangling, tracking, tracing
momentum settling like a relativistic beached whale
floundering in a tidal gravity well
......
a scary experience, feeling myself
welcome to our familiar world
cosmos wrapped around our quantum cellar
initial conditions inflating below
embraced by the all-encompassing protoverse
combining happenstance, fields of continuous creation
spawning emergent intelligence
the becoming gods, our transformative selves
personality, memory, purpose
feeding our bellies, mending our bodies and minds
art, technology, history, adventure, achievement
love, compassion, empathy, grieving
imagination, procreation, celebration, failure
......
a reassuring response, cuddling others
Nearly Six Foot
Of heaven on the water I wish to sing, it is a funny thing.
A small boat and sail, the size of a tiny whale.
I can do this…surely.
The water was not choppy,
It is/was not even rough.
Crystal clear and flat like glass,
best picture that can be painted on any easel.
Yet, I, we, you, us… are going to need more paint.
Things, the parts that are real, never go…
together, fixed into position, or even near where they belong,
when you, me, we… are new at something and have no teacher.
Experience is the “master” of foolery.
Done in the presence of no one. (except Him, because he laughs)
The words tipped, the seat was wet, the pole did not fit in the hole.
The wind caught the rag, that was a sail, and lifted it high, a butterfly with wings.
Surely my un-preparedness was at fault, but my exuberance to begin,
overshot the bow… and I would, and did, end up in the drink… to swim.
Alas. It is barely, over five feet, yet taller than I by half,
when seen from a watery view.