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Silly Billy had no fear, he drowned it in a case of beer.
Handy Andie so adept, kept so busy, she never slept.
Dirty Donna did what you wanna, she lived just down the street.
You didn't have to ask her twice, she was so nice and very sweet.
Hairy Larry all alone, made the women grimace and groan.
Very scary in his approach, girls would crush him like a roach.
Steady Betty, always ready with what ever it took.
Found a way to save the day, be it by hook or crook.
Stan the man does what he can no matter what it takes.
Always appalled by what has happened, then says for goodness sakes.
Gabby Abby giggles and talks with nary a concern.
I wonder if there'll ever be a time she'll ever learn.
Bob the slob wouldn't get a job, he did nothing all day.
He looked a mess, and yes I guess, there's nothing left to say.
Chatty Patty talked so much, she developed lock jaw.
You'd think that that would slow her down, but nah.
Dorky Doug had quite the mug, he looked a little askew.
When he'd greet you on the street, you didn't know what to do.
Nick the stick was very quick, always on the go.
He never walked, he always ran, the word slow, he didn't know.
Guilty Milty quite the guy. He never looked you in the eye.
If you caught him at his game, instead of shame, he'd rather die.
Ditzy Mitzy, not a clue, in her ear, you'd see clear through.
Sandy Sandy, on the beach, the young men she would beseech.
Their young minds she couldn't reach, but that's not what she tried to teach.
Loser Lenny always played, what it cost, he never weighed.
Didn't know when to walk away, should have left, but always stayed.
Pervy Peter made skin crawl, I'm guessing his was pretty small.
You felt like you'd catch a disease, even if he would just sneeze.
Surly Shirley, not too girly, and not very nice.
You can ask her once, a question, but don't ask her twice.
Bendy Wendy in the breeze, did everything down on her knees.
The young boys she'd always please, when they would leer up in the tree's.
Kent the gent, his kindness spent, decided it was time.
To let them know just what he meant, but still did it in rhyme.
Holy Holly, quite contrite, prayed sincerely every night.
Oh, good golly, how she yearned for things to be just right.
In the interest of keeping your interest, I think I'll stop it here.
Like Billy up in the first line, I think I'll have a beer. :)
not in the heart again
for chrissakes it's like Swiss cheese
decoffinated please I'm a yet ambulatory zombie
off his medication as usual
alternatives to logic 101 with Prof. Spike
far too much work for a dead end
saw his only ally the embalmers needle
left his innards spilled in the sand
history in its entirety mocked his comprehension
had the nation in tears and then nausea
several dueling scars graced his genitals
if our perceptions already lie
why shouldn't we
I had to laugh
it was all I could do to keep from smiling
even after a thousand years of AI research
the electronic government was helpless
my Microsoft forehead radiator
absolutely charmingly couldn't get any focus
but the Royal Society of Blind Philosophers
helped me with my little problem
a miracle of recipe repair
because our endorphin soup is a bit thin
the quicksilver cooks ate first and fell asleep
having thrown away their brains long before
in the field kitchen of the gods
after the air raid sirens of postmodernity
can there be too much truth
for an army of blood diamond merchants
now a bit more about para electrics
if only I were at liberty to discuss it
yes imprecision can carry signal
but the place is crawling with dilettantes
wearing their secret butt plugs
it's a guessing game as you can see
petitioning for a visually diagrammatic idiom
although it's a devilish seesaw but let us restart
The Oblivion Ride was the big theme park attraction
my extended family was in the sideshow
justifiably taken for a pack of fools
then the sun went down and never came up again
and we stepped into the stone circle
chanting evidence is preferable
to the moonlit tombstone
good luck with that in your airwaves
broadcast on radio Sarajevo
signal drifting drifting drifting
with minds great and small
and smaller and smaller
the Internet is the yearned for Messiah
there it's done and out and not to be unseen
you wrestle with it while I proceed
dashing among startled commuters
mesmerizing the fact finding committee
their dictatorship of x-ray leeches
tossed him out of several monasteries
apparently the production quotas were relaxed
in a kaleidoscope of normalcy
the style crazed mannerist martinets
howdy do nail in my shoe
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**Being in the Moment**
My mother believed in prayers more than my father did. My father preferred to tackle his problems with a flask of white rum, while I believed in the importance of being present in the moment. There are hidden compartments within us, my poetic friends. "Being in the moment" can serve as a helpful reminder if we understand it more expansively.
Perhaps it was true what someone said about dealing with situations as they arise. I refused to grieve for my dearly departed husband because past experiences had taught me to suppress my emotions. My lack of dispassion and willful stubbornness made me question my feelings:
Did I love him? Did I forgive him? Perhaps it was the disrespect that prevented me from doing so.
The truth is quite different. Forgiving an offense empowers the offended. It is to a man’s glory to overlook an offense (Proverbs 19:11). While I can’t change the past, I can learn from it. This wisdom might prevent me from walking through a fire like that again. I would look at his picture on my refrigerator and feel a mix of love and hate toward him. In that same moment, those emotions coexisted within me.
I yearned for companionship, craved to be held tightly throughout the night. If someone can fulfill needs for companionship, love, and intimacy, there’s a greater chance that the other person will fall in love again and again. But not me. You burn; you affect me deeply. I have invested so much and ended up the loser every time. Love seems elusive to me; instead, loneliness has become my captor.
I know that loneliness does not have to be the final word. Even when the world feels against me, I will shine through, like ancient wisdom. I lost the love of my life due to jealousy. He lost me because I loved him enough to let him go. I experienced a breakthrough; I had given up on loving a mortal again. I would rather be alone than live with someone and still feel lonely.
I am not programmed to fail or to tolerate foolishness. Call me stubborn, call me high and mighty, call me the new modern woman. I refuse to age as a failure but instead strive for greatness, relentlessly pursuing my happiness. I know I deserve this. The poet within knows it, too.
As my online followers watch my journey, they should go ahead and do their own thing—after all, life is too short for anything less.
Some are mothers, reflections of love
Poured out on children who abide in hope
Remembering that Mary, the mother of Jesus,
Gave us all a sense of the wonder uncovered
By the women who give their hearts to children
Some are wives who give their husbands
Their hearts, their blessings, their kindness
Like Ruth, the Moabite, who was great-grandmother
To the King after God's own heart, David,
Who played such a great role in the lineage of Jesus
Some are followers of the King of Kings
Those who know He is the best there is
Believers who give their entire lives to Him
Like Mary Magdalene, who Jesus healed and who
Was also the first witness of His resurrection
Some are women who love with all they have
Through joy and pain, in spite of everything
Giving all their lives to their beloved
Like Rachel who knew what is was to be childless
Sharing her beloved with her sister, Leah
Some are women who have a desperate yearning,
Like Hannah, who yearned for a child of her own
She prayed, promising to give her son back to the Lord
When Samuel, her son, anointed King David,
He gave the entire world a new direction toward redemption
Some are women who fall into great sin
Like Eve, the mother of Cain and Abel
She was deceived by the enemy of us all,
And changed the entire fate of mankind
Including the way we would live in this life
Some are like Deborah, who was a judge of her time
Others, like Esther, who changed the heart of the King
Some are like Miriam, prophetess and Moses' sister
Others, like Sarah, who had Isaac at 90 years of age
Some are like Elizabeth, who bore John the Baptist.
Then, there is Priscilla, who was a powerful church leader
Also, there was Mary who was sister of Lazarus
And, Martha who was rebuked by Jesus so her sister,
Mary, could sit at the Master’s feet and hear His words
All the women of the Bible were strong and blessed
By the One who gave each one of us the chance to have
A personal relationship with Jesus, our Lord and Savior
The One who taught all women that they could be a light
Guiding others through the darkness, into His grace
Praise God for women of the Bible and women of today
Who share the faith that Jesus is the only way!
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March 23, 2022
Man laying in grass
Wearing the skins of wild beasts
With acorns in hand
A spear of stone next to him
He laughed to himself
His children safe in a grove
With his eyes open
He gazed at gems in the sky
On huge rings unseen
And wonder sung her sweet song
He then saw the gems
Their shape, size and arrangement
He saw animals
And men dancing without cease
“Who gave birth to you?”
He saw the silver mirror
Shining in the void
And saw his face motionless
“Who even are you?”
As he was dazzled by them
A gold disc arose
Disposing of the darkness
The man then with sight
Saw himself with his body
“Who am I in truth?”
He cried for the pearl within
That came from above
Above gold, silver and gems
So he talked with friends
And curious family
To share this found fruit
Sharing it from age to age
Father to daughter
And mother to starving sons
With this meal of fruit
Angels grew out of their mouths
Who gave seeds of truth
Most said all came by grand thoughts
Some said by just chance
Few said that all came from love
Two in ten thousand
Said all came from a mistake
Through these many thoughts
All yearned for the very first
They cried through their eyes
For something beyond their sight
To escape darkness
Though darkness caused their wonder
Out of this darkness
Came the study of wisdom
Two lovers came forth
Both the scholar of wisdom
And painter of words
Were dazzled with bright wonder
Through wonder and peace
The scholar thought through wisdom
Talking through to her
To hold her beneath the stars
The painter instead
Made his art with this wonder
To paint his dear love
They pursued their precious love
For wisdom herself
Not to be hailed as the stars
Nor for shining wealth
Nor even to keep breathing
Few like the poet
And thinker Bardesanes
Saw wisdom herself
And much like wisdom herself
Due to lost wonder
They yearned to see the beyond
Beyond every star
But as wisdom fell from light
And came to darkness
Because of her blind wonder
The men with wonder
Strove to dispose of darkness
And return to light
Where the garden shines above
Above gems and gold
Where the first family laughs
In groves and meadows
Where Christ, the white lamb, frolics
In the grass with the first man
In a realm where love's illusion played its game,
A young and handsome man sought a heart to claim.
He danced on promises of love's sweet embrace.
Whispering vows of never-ending grace.
With gifts and dresses, he adorned his desire.
Her eyes sparkled with a flicker of fire.
He swore to stay faithful, never to stray.
But little did he agnize the price he'd pay.
Behind her beauty, a tempest did hide,
A tongue that lambasted with venomous slide.
Day and night, she nagged and demanded,
Turning their love into something so tainted.
He became a servant to her every whim,
He scrubbed floors and walls, his light growing dim.
She spent his arduous-earned coin with no remorse.
Leaving him with nothing but regret and coarse.
With each passing day, his heart grew heavy.
Longing for the love his whimsey was steady.
But trapped in a web of deception and lies,
He yearned for freedom; his spirit cries.
He dreamed of escape, of breaking his chains,
But the walls around him only caused him pain.
He wished he could turn back, undo the spell,
But the illusion he once believed had fell.
Regret filled his soul, a bitter taste in his mouth.
As he realized the truth of what love is about.
It wasn't the fancy gifts or sweet caresses.
But the genuine love that he had missed
The lesson he learned, though a painful one.
Was that love's illusion can come undone?
Beauty may captivate, but true love is kind.
And the bonds of deceit will leave you blind.
So beware, all young men who seek hearts to win,
Look beyond the surface, the charm, and grin.
For love is not found in material things,
But in the depth of a person's being.
Do not be fooled by beauty's deceit.
True love's foundation is strong and sweet.
Find someone who cherishes your soul.
Who will abide by you and drive you as a whole?
And remember, as you pass on your way,
Love is an option we earn each day.
So select wisely and let your heart guide,
In true love, there's no room for pride.
Learn from this tale, with its regretful end,
And may your love story never bend.
Remember, love is not just a passing trend.
It's a commitment, a journey, and a lifelong blend.
So cherish each moment, hold love close and tight,
And may your love story shine forever bright.
Lord, I now know
Dismiss these tears,
For they are just tears of joy
My tears of anger
My tears of remorse
And my tears of fear
Have been dammed by the realization
That I am ultimate
And an unbelievable testimony to my peers
An inspiration to all
You are the only one that I fear
How in the world did you
Manage to recover a depressed soul
Manipulated by her own depression?
Depressed for years about trivia
Trivial things
My weight, for I was a chubby fool
My intelligence, for I was a dumb-founded soul
The acceptance, for I yearned for approval
Your acceptance, for I thought little about
I was completely hollow with layers
Of materialism,
Self-gaining views,
And instable morals
High school totally changed my outlook on life
I cried so many nights because I wanted to be happy
And I wasn’t
I lost my sanity,
I lost my spirituality
Dismiss those tears, Lord
They were tears of vanity
I now know, I am a walking testimony
From the old façade…you saw right through me
Lord, you really challenged me
You gave me a friend who wanted to die
And I felt I had to save
A friend who liked girls
But a girl herself she was raised
Alcohol abuse and fighting, I would see every night
My cold heart couldn’t… wouldn’t render
For the sight would kill my might
Deceitful females and egotistical males
They didn’t care about me
Never did
But I was consumed with their acceptance
And the lies they kept hid
You blessed me with a gay brother
To whom I love to death
You gave me heartbreak and rejection
You gave me acid for each breath
Adversity in school
I worried what people thought
You gave me the pills that were in my hand
And the death plea that I sought
You tested me
I cried, feeling weak
Dying young, my Lord I seek
Fading away, falling deep
Being selfish as I weep
Dismiss those tears, Lord
They were tears of pride
Tears of sorrow
Tears to subside
You called me here, Lord
To testify
How could I have said no
i dont care why
I had an epiphany of faith
And your burning love never tired
I’ve been through painful things
So that my purpose was to inspire
The stress had a motive
And to build me, you had to break me
Lord, I know now
To receive my calling,
You had to save me
You saved me Lord
You saved me
Hold on just one minute more before you walk through the door; hold on just one minute more and think carefully about it before you do it. You must resist all temptation and the ego of the heart that is pushing you to break the bond and leave the people destitute on the land. It is fears that take you to this place and have you screaming at the gate, it is fear that opens the cockpit when the pilot fell sick.
See them standing in long lines waiting on the divine. Their clothes are torn and dusty and their dry cracked lips yearned for a kiss.
Their dragged face stares at the distance in front ,looking at paradise curled up at the foot of the mountain.Their body yearns for comfort as they walk slowly in groups trying to touch something’s that they have lost. Their spirit bonds together as they journey towards nothing but someone says it is a new beginning.
Life has changed quickly, and you cannot tell from whence it begins, yesterday they were living in a Manson and today they are wanders in the street.
My heart is moved with compassion when I see people fall down and die in the street the journey was too long for them and many of them had nothing to eat so dehydration sign the final decree.
I have been waiting in this place to make a final move but each time the date is set, you make up a hard luck story and push me back in the bush. You are testing my patience in the most devious ways.
The trees are standing still listening to your mountain of promises that bears no weight and have no meaning. There is just no way out of here until the entre air is clear, everybody must go back to where they belongs and you must take a drastic stand.
Patience is your patience, patience is mine; you have got to get to the airport on time, the place is crowded and village people are there, you have got to give them hope for the test of the year.
Is there a better life over there? the bears are roaming the woods and the deer’s are moving too, they are going south west in their Sunday best looking for a place to rest but destiny has no comfort over there.
Walk on the straight line until you reach the bend patience will take you to the curve and turn everything around. Walk on the parallel line and you will be mine.
As tears flow from my reddened eyes
I can see what I have purely missed
As I look up to the dark grey skies
I will always remember our first fist
I sit here and think of your face
The first time I saw your light fluffy cheeks
I always wanted to lay my head on that place
Even when I was buried in my girlfriend’s twin peaks.
You never knew my love for you
I waited until it was too late
I often yearned for a way through
Both your heart and your front gate.
But now you’ve passed away
Slipped through my limp and lifeless fingers
But I still yearn for that fortuitous day
And the smell of your tobacco colour coat still lingers.
As I stare at my homage dedicated to you
I can feel a heart shaped hole called ‘Noah’
My body is conflicted, I don’t know what to do
It’s such a shame that you were found in pieces underneath a lawnmower.
So many holes, and opportunities now
I feel my body grow harder
For you Noah would only allow
One hole to be ventured in farther
As you led there erotically
on the grass that day
with your legs so lovely
I couldn’t take my eyes away
So I didn’t see
The lawnmower draw near
The blades running free
And beginning to career
Ever closer to your toes
To impoverish your heart
I’m the only one who knows
How a love like this does start
To think I won’t see you again
Striding majestically down the Bath Road
And, protecting your shoulders from the rain
Your little tobacco coloured coat
I wish I had been able to say
All this to you when you were alive
I came so close once, that fateful day
When we were standing outside the Beehive
Your hair was golden in the glow
Of the solitary standing streetlamp
Yet still, you couldn’t ever know
My feeling for you or my heart would cramp
And now you’re dead you selfish thing
You’ll never hear me speak these thoughts
You’ll never feel me ‘flap my wings’
Or ogle me as I cavort
But now you’re in the ground
In the darkness and despair
But I have now created a mound
Where I can collect your hair
My heart is soaked in liquid salt
My clothes cling to my body
Although I know that it’s no-one fault
Staring at you was my favourite hobby
Now it’s time to say goodbye
My lovely little pet
My heart still yearns, my eyes still cry
Although we never met
i want to go back
to the time when nothing mattered
when being daddy's little girl
was the best occupation
a big little woman
could manage...
Back when riding your bicycle
across the hood was
the greatest adventure
Back when having a crush
on a boy who sits across me
during art class meant nothing
but coping with being shy
and clumsy when he comes around
I want to go back
to the time before his eyes
burnt my skin when he stared at me
and the time before
I knew she could jump off the walls
and scratch me...
back to the time when she was
my little star, one that shone
eternally with no intension to dim
Back to the time when arguments
were fair and always ended
with a mutual smile...
I want to go back
to the time when 'never'
was more or less like 'could not'
And when a smile from you
injected me with ecstasy
that i felt could last me
a lifetime...
Back when locking eyes with you
meant we are talking
the same language
when reaching out
for your hand soothed my heart
And healed the bleeding
wound whose tears never
dried...
I want to go back
to the time when i could
go to bed with a smile
and wake up the same
back to the time
when possible was legit
when dreams could come true
back to the time
when love was the
feeling that made you
warm inside yet
gave you shivers and goosebumps
on the outside
I want to go back
to the time when
I was me, and that
was not a sin
I want to go back...
back to the time when
I believed the same way
I could erase drawings
I could also erase my mistakes
and take back my words
Back to the time when
when a promise was sealed
with a silly pledge yet
meant it was for real
and secrets were told in the dark
so that no one can hear...
I want to go back
to the time when
I yearned for your touch
and wondered how it feels
to be in your clasp
Back to the time when
i could carry my own cross
of crucification
just so i could prove
you are righteous
I want to go back
to the time before i knew
that words from your tongue
could stick on my heart
and do away with its tissues
I want to go back
to the time when time passing
did not count
as long as you were there
with me...
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