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Oddra was a little birdie who was locked in her gold guilt cage.
On the eve of her destruction she was too quick in throwing down her page.
Serendipity had led her to the most wonderful birdie carnival in town.
Little then, did any know, that soon would come WWE, Smack Down.
She spread her wings and danced and sang and flitted all about.
The she started out and shared a bit….OK…she shared a lot!
She was in her groove! Or At least that’s what she thought.
This is when the lines got crossed, causing the great confusion.
That escalated to pointing fingers blame and accusation of delusion.
Unfortunately, her listening was selective. So this is all she heard,
whispers, “What kind of bird is that, a loon, a coo-coo bird?”
“She looks a little parroty to me”. Writing on the wall read, “sitting duck”
Unwittingly she’d stepped on toes, as misconceptions flowed both ways.
She had no idea that some had known her from before, in better days.
She did not hear nor see them. Did not hear them rapping at her door.
The kept reaching out a hand to say hello. She appeared to just ignore.
Who’d be talking to her there? She’d never been there before.
She completely missed her half of her poor friend’s ironic one way conversation.
She shared again, totally unrelated, that fit in perfect context as brutal provocation.
After this, the demarcation line of friend and foe becomes a little blurry.
Each perceived the others actions as offensive resulting in actions of fury.
Hold a pen in front of you, from end to end, creates a line.
But hold looking down its barrel and it’s circular in design.
Both are true, and also both are lies. In the end they’re both the same.
Is an Oddra not an Oddra even with a different name?
Here’s my stamp, Divine Design; classic, tragedy and comedy. That was the only
mask.
Oddra, cursed the circled ones. The lines, drawn in the sand, doomed her as their
task.
The lines devised a brilliant plan: having placed some peas around a hole they’d
made in some ice,
“Apocapus”, as she’d been dubbed, “She has to pee sometime, When she comes up
to take a pea
we’ll kick her in the ice hole.”
There it is my friends. Oddra was Slammed dunked!!
This is just tale. I to this I will fully digress, I am a very Odd Duck!!!
There were those too, caught in the middle, undeserved bad luck!!
Form:
where are the voices of the churches in the midst of this economic uncertainty?
where are the spiritual leaders the moral compass of society?
it seems that since the Rev. Dr. M.L. King died so has the fight for social injustice
what I want to know is why the leaders of the church
seem to be sitting on the fence?
they seemed more concerned about building a new church
while their members are in a financial lurch
it's time to restart the movement by speaking truth to those in high positions
to let the Rebuplicans and Tea Party know it's not just them who can make decisions
we need to talk to our youth and tell them of what we've survived and endured
from slavery to the Depression now to this Recession that is closing down doors
they say they want smaller government when in actuality
they want to reduce the numbers of minorities getting decent salaries
for the government be it Fed, City or State is the largest employer
of the Black, Hispanic and Minority middle class structure
now they're going after the Unions trying to get rid of their collective bargaining tool
also reducing or cutting federal dollars to state universities and historic Black schools
how will our children ever be able to afford higher education?
connect the dots and see that it's a process of marketability elimination
WAKE UP MY PEOPLE why can't you see
what the Republicans are trying to do to the middle class families
so what are we waiting for? why have the churches not spoken out?
what are we waiting for? are the churches in denial and doubt?
it's time for the churches to step up to the plate
to speak out against what the Republicans are attempting to propagate
we now have an African-american man as President of this great land
yet the African-american church has yet to publically take a stand
we have not adminsihed those who belittle him and keep trying to take him down
we have not publically supported him nor have we made a sound
what are we waiting for? can't you see the writing on the wall?
if we don't act nor fight back we will all take the fall
what are we waiting for? it's time for the movement to restart
for us to be like the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther king Jr. we need to do out part
for a while now i’ve been taking advantage
of the online used book market
which is piling up the stock from all of those
vulnerable little bookstore---
the smart ones,
seeing the writing on the wall & no doubt,
the commercials for kindles, nooks and the
pandigital novel for androids,
they have committed their store’s holdings to
bigger online reservoirs who are getting rid of
tons of literature
for next to nothing,
as the death of print media & the complete conversion to
ebooks looms on the horizon.
today i received one in the postal mail,
the snail mail,
which still holds true at present in serving a legitimate function
which we have yet to make
digital---
while opening the package to pull from it the work i had ordered,
i was submersed in a wave of
old book smell---
it was not the moldy disgusting smell that you might find at a
garage sale
when people are throwing away their junk because the ceiling had
fell through and water had gone
everywhere,
instead,
it was the smell that only a reader who has been taking part in the act
for quite some time
would know---
it is as if the wooden shelf that the book had been sitting on for
all these years
enveloped the book itself &
holding the book to my nose,
flipping the pages slowly
i felt like i was in a library all to myself &
as i have in the past,
like a kid in a candy store,
i felt as if this online rounding up of all the dying little stores
was my own way of turning my abode into that
store which liberated me through offering me so very many
abundant treats---
this smell tickled my intellect & my consciousness,
it wreaked something of sandlewood, dust and quite frankly
aged
paper,
which holds a unique & wonderful scent
all its own.
yesterday’s books never seem to disappoint &
that is not to say that i do not look forward to more years being alive
where large quantities of new literature do not make their way to me
via our most cutting edge technology
whatever that might be---
i consider it a pleasure to stroll amidst the paragraphs,
the sentences, the words,
the meanings & the overall
narratives,
wherever they might take me.
A loving father once said of his now deceased son, "I shall go to him, but he shall not return to ME"*. It was his way of acknowledging REALITY. If our lives involve an ocean beach, we live with the high and low TIDES. We learn to adapt to things we do not control and roll with them in THRIDE.
To keep reaching for or holding on to something that you once SAW, Refusing to see the hand-writing on the wall, is clutching at STRAWS. It's not over until it's over, but you must know when it is finally OVER. Even in Spring time, how long is too long to look for for a 4-leaf CLOVER?
The Lord sought to heal and restore Israel until there were no more REMEDIES**. Mercy triumphs judgment because we want to give every possible opportunity for a situation or relationship to work. In a sense, The Lord let go of the straws. Sometimes we have to possess the ability to expose and judge human TRAVESTIES.
Often it is next to impossible to turn and walk away when it rains on our PARADE. If the sun beams down upon us, and the tree that we have relied upon for SHADE has been cut down, it is not a time for WHINING and CRYING. We must FACE the music and plant another tree in its PLACE. If it doesn't rain, and water is scarce, a rock lawn may be more appropriate than one with GRASS. When we have spilled the milk, we must wipe it up, grab a cookie, and pour another GLASS.
091820PSCtest, Clutching At Straws, Kai Michael Neumann *2 Samuel 12:23; **Jeremiah 36:16; 18 Rhymes in Caps
Once in a blue moon I have been told
The cliché’s clan gets together with the Catch Phrase posy
If I have told you once I have told you a thousand times this story or are you the last one to know?
Well, it all started for no rhyme or reason but you could see the writing on the wall.
Rat Race and horsing around would be in charge of the children’s activities for the day.
While crazy as a loon and Wacky Tobacky would take care of the entertainment.
Ice Queen would be the bartender for the night and Wall Flower would play the music.
Requests were already pouring in from the peanut gallery.
Young whipper Snapper like to hear a country song called one step forward and two steps back
And Jonny come lately wanted to hear a rock song called Chip off the old block.
Class clown always wanting to be the center of attention got drunk and started dancing
On the picnic tables.
Simon Says and Mother May I where there to tell everyone what to do and where to sit.
This would be a catered event so One sandwich short of a picnic was hired to feed this Motley crew.
On the menu was Fish out of Water served with two peas in a pod and for dessert The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree Al- a- mode.
Everybody was having a great time until the trouble makers showed up.
One for the road and Three sheets to the wind where known for starting drunken brawls.
The worst thing was they brought their 3 grown sons Hammered, sloshed and pickled.
If I only knew then what I know now left early. She had a feeling there would be trouble.
Penny for your thoughts would be collecting the raffle ticket money and No time like the present would be handing out the prizes.
Liar Liar Pants on fire and Cry me a river were sore losers and always made a scene if they lost.
It will be a cold day in hell didn’t want to go so he sent his wife Heaven to Betsy.
Too much of a good thing got sick and ended up taking the bus# Catch22 home.
Well, nothing lasts forever was the last song of the night and Turn out the lights the party’s over security guard company showed everyone the door.
The end.
Form:
My life flutters by, like a butterfly.. a lullaby,
Making me cry and sigh, untill I die,
I'm lying here thinking.. it's all been a waste,
Just a hasty taste, of all the pleasures I've chased.
This P.M.A, which I display, every day,
Is the only way, I'll make it through.. yeah, I'm Okay,
Positivity, with a Darkside twist,
Missing the point.. do I even exist?
I kissed the lips of fate, now I cannot escape,
The caped-crusader, keeps me safe, from ass-rape.
I predict, great things! For me, at any rate,
Inflating my ego, fashionably late.
Now I've arrived, only the Fastest will survive,
Use your double talking jive, none will be left alive!
But If you don't attack.. I won't have to defend,
And send you to Hell, let's pretend this is the end.
Draw up a treaty, sweety. What we want is Peace,
Not monopoly on World War 3, this madness.. it must cease!
Are YOU insane? 'Causing pain? Check your brain!
The lame-ass excuses all remaining the same.. again.
My Brain's a machine, running at obscene speeds,
You don't know my thoughts, my words or all my deeds,
My needs are the same as yours.. we both bleed,
So read the writing on the wall, and your mind will be freed.
They say I'm LoCo.. smoke too much, it's a joke.. oh!
My Woman's been messing 'round town.. go get the gun Joe,
Slow down! Where you going? I'm just blowing off steam!
Blowing up time. In space, can't hear you scream.
NO! I'm not mad! I'm totally sane,
But it feels like sometimes, we're all on a crazy train.
First-class ticket, next stop.. the Asylum,
I need the Ghostbusters! There's no answer when I dial 'em!
So who am I gonna call? The Police will arrest ME!
For aggravated assualt.. they're not getting me easy!
Lock me up? With no fags and no drink?
I'm gonna go ballistic! You'd better go and fetch the Shrink!
You wanna hold me back? Get the Feds and the Army,
I'll take some drastic measures if you really wanna harm me!
Calm yourself down.. learn to see with both eyes,
Time flies.. surprising how fast it slips by.
He came home from the jungle so they thought,
A brand new man,
Left at 17 scared and alone,
With no one to hold his hand.
So he decided to tell us now
What he couldn’t say back then.
He had a plan.
And he tells us now the only way he can.
He left a message in the bottle.
He left a message in the bottle
For all the world to read
And that message in the bottle,
Only brought him pain and grief.
And that message in the bottle
Tells us about a broken man.
And the loneliness he shares within the shadows,
Of the things that might’ve been.
Of how he could not throw the stone because,
He’d seen the writing on the wall and in the the sand.
So he takes another drink and thinks,
About the girl he knew in school.
About how he wrote her everyday from the bungle in the jungle.
Like a lovesick fool.
While his buddy dies in his arms,
She sings Soldier boy
I’ll be true to you.
Neither one of them had a clue,
About the message in the bottle.
Or that the message in the bottle would leave that girl broken hearted,
And bitter,
And black and blue.
When he came home,
With the message of the bottle.
He left a message in the bottle
For all the world to read
And that message in the bottle,
Only brought him pain and grief.
And I saw that man the other day,
And for the first time
In a long time he had,
A look of peace.
And the ex wife just turned away so sad.
All his regrets, now with him in the grave.
While their son still runs the streets.
And I guess some day he’ll have to stop and read,
The message in bottle.
It’s all his father had to leave.
He didn’t know quite how to face the pain.
He came home but his soul always stayed,
Behind the message in the bottle.
He left a message in the bottle
For all the world to read
And that message in the bottle,
Only ever brings,
pain and grief.
He found his message in the bottle.
He lost his message in a bottle.
He lost his message in the bottle.
“It’s all inside your head the other girl said”
I guess she’s never read,
The message of the bottle.
Deep in my heart, a raging fire, burning intensely, fueled by desire. My only wish
to see your face, hoping to encounter you in this place. Better than any drug,
stronger than any drink, your beauty so intense it makes it hard to think. I'll never
leave you, I won't decieve you. I'll comfort you in your pain, I'll shield you from your
rain. I hated to see you in agony, fueled by what seemed to be a tragedy.
I'll hold you high and help you shine, I'm always amazed that you are mine.
before you came into my life, I had no reasons, no living light. The more the dark
consumed me, the more your light shined through me. Pulling me from down
below, showing me love like I have never known. In my heart you have grown,
never to be removed, my love now has a home. No longer standing on my own, I
was so tired of being alone. And now you are here, and I can see it now so
beautiful and clear. You help me to see the signs, also helping me to realign.
Before I could not read the writing on the wall, now I want to read it all.
Struck by your beauty, paralyzed by your face, I can still remember your sweet
taste. I could talk to you without end, and forever hold you in my arms again. I
could listen to you sing forever, I love you so much its without measure. All the
sounds you make, and every breath you take, thoughts of you enough to keep me
awake. I can feel your presence in the air, in the wind hear your voice and smell
your sweet hair. Blue moon rising, stars brightly shining in this moment so
perfect, its been a long road to you but it was all worth it.
I may not always live up to your expectations, and I may not always give the best
explenations. But I will always be there, waiting for you to call out to me. I will
come when you need me, and stay 'till you've reached a state of serenity. You can
count on me to pull you through, I'll always be waiting for you. My love for you is a
raging fire, constantly growing stronger, fueled by the spell you keep me under.
the State of Arizona has signed a very crazy law
that in the opinion of most Americans has some major flaws
it requires each and every person who trods upon their land
to walk around with proof of citizenship papers in their hands
they say it's not racial profiling, they say it's fair and just
to make an assumption about anyone's immigration status
I don't know, maybe it's me
but doesn't this bill violate our basic civil liberties
Arizona is the only state which wanted no part of that federal determination
that made the birthday of the Rev. Dr. M.L. King a day of national celebration
I don't know about you America but I see the writing on the wall
If we don't stop this Bill the integrity of America will fall
most every person in the United States is a product of immigration
be it first, second, third, fourth or fifth generation
how dare those racists in Arizona try to pass this crazy law
that undermines everything that America stands for
"Give me your tired, your hungry and your poor" are the words on the Statue of Liberty
yet this law that demands proof of status is an Unconstitutional absurdity
the Police in turn won't be able to deal with any real crime
if they're going around asking people for citizenship papers all the time
no warrant is required, just a reasonable suspicion
but who has the wherewithall to determine that decision?
Heaven forbid if they should ever encounter a child
would they say "papers please" with a badge and a smile?
this is some BS, why can't they see that this bill is wrong?
and who in hell gave them the authority to tell people where they belong?
this Bill I call "Papers Please" this Bill we must fight
so that every American will sustain their inalienable rights
for this country to be like South Africa was with its aparthied situation
would be a grievous mistake and a true abomination
"Papers Please" Arizona's Senate Bill 1070 we must defeat
we need to let the State of Arizona know that we will take it to the streets
Are you having the same dream as me,
Do you dream you are aboard the Titanic,
And you have been focused on the Running of the ship,
Marvelling at how smoothly she moves through the water.
Your mood changes as you catch sight of icebergs ahead,
And wonder if the ship should change course or slow down,
You think of asking a crew member to get some reassurance,
But you come back to the brochure which says the ship is unsinkable,
And you go back to admiring the magnificence of modern engineering.
Suddenly you are jolted out of your complacency as the ships momentum, Carries it smack into the mother of all icebergs.
As the call to head for the lifeboats is made,
You thank god that age has its privileges,
And you are used to responding in a timely manner,
When someone in authority asks for your co-operation,
And the alternative is being trampled in a late rush,
By those who can't read the writing on the wall,
Or in this case the panic on the face of those in charge,
When they realise they did not heed the danger signs.
As your past life experience of life or death decisions,
Drives you to take the ultimate leap of faith,
And you are safely aboard a lifeboat.
You catch a glimpse of those who stand frozen at the top of the railing,
Not heeding the call to leap for their life.
From the safety of your lifeboat,
You catch a last glimpse of the demise of a dream ship,
As the fog closes in,
And feel only disbelief at how many fail in taking leaps of faith,
When life or death choices need to be made,
And how their lack of faith,
Causes them to encourage it in others,
Who look to them as role models.
When another jolt brings you back to a world not so far removed from,
One in your dream,
You quickly check that you have proof of vaccination,
As you never know when the last call for the lifeboats,
Will be given.
If you have the same dream,
Do you pray that others will see the light,
In time to bring more with them out of the darkness.