She was so poor
Come to our house
It was maidservant
Holding lunch for me who was sick
When she came to the middle school classroom,
handed it over, and went back,
my friends opened the window,
Whistled and teased
She is
He was always gentle and didn't cry
She is
She ate with us, talked and joked
nevertheless
Never could we saw her tears
the more, the more,
We valued her
One day,
She left our house and moved to a rich neighborhood where there wasn't much to do
And the years passed
we forgot her face
Carried by the Wind,
I have been heard about rumors
'She took the jewelry of the house and ran away
in the middle of the night
nevertheless
To me,
she is a good, beautiful girl,
Today, 50 years later,
I hear her songs,
I see smiling as she walks,
It is clear.
As I sit and gaze outside by the open door,
Favourite classic poised once more,
Pride and Prejudice, the Bennetts galore,
O’ comforts of wealth, I wish for no more.
Today,
I entered the boudoir with passion and flair,
Chose the coveted scarf draped over my chair,
Chose the finest silk to decorate my hair,
The mirror warned, “please do take care.”
Cinderella, adorned in purple silk apparel,
Who I am now, who can possibly tell,
As the comfort of silk ordains my seat,
With ivory silken slippers on calloused feet.
The Sun,
illuminates dust circling above my feelings,
Of servitude that cannot float above ornate ceilings,
I call to the maidservant for afternoon tea,
Served on the best China and doilies filigree.
Suddenly, the old Grandfather clock strikes four,
My dreams crumble to dust and float out of the door,
Alas! My mistress will return in an hour, maybe two,
And I still have so much work to do.
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Date: 24/10/22
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To God the ever-living God
I lift my eyes to you alone
for to look on your is my delight
seeing your splendor on your throne
Behold the wonder of it all
like a servant looks on their master
so I look to my merciful Lord
sends His love like a loving Pastor
Crying aloud have mercy on us
grant your mercy abundantly forth
for our enemies pour out contempt
save us, Lord, you our power source
Our souls are burdened down
we feel we've had more than enough
the proud love to show their scorn
show mercy Lord and call their bluff!
(To you I lift up my eyes,
O you who are enthroned in the heavens!
Behold, as the eyes of servants
look to the hand of their master,
as the eyes of a maidservant
to the hand of her mistress,
so our eyes look to the Lord our God,
till he has mercy upon us.
Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy upon us, for we have had more than enough of contempt.
Our soul has had more than enough
of the scorn of those who are at ease,
of the contempt of the proud.)
Psalm 123: 1-4 (ESV)
THE YEARLY DOZEN
The slow worry of bright empty January,
Lies here under snow-ridden
Cold-fingered February on a frozen levee,
Endures embattled days with
March’s gales around the gables;
April’s gala fields of daffodils,
And a doubtful vision that may be
Green May’s glory of grass,
With flowering, butterflied June,
Before July’s shimmering mirage
Fills the buzzing song
Of busy August’s hot cities cursed;
While golden September lies all around,
Appled October dozes with baskets heavy,
Stacked in barns by Cinderella
November, maidservant of December -
Silver December dappling all the ground
With dark sparkling glass dash.
bow and kiss my hand
I'll grant you an adventure
for, I am your queen
and you are the court jester
we will conquer this land
with our idiotic love
the funniest thing anyone's seen
beneath starry heaven above
then I shall curtsy to you
an adventure you'll grant me
for, you are my king
your maidservant I shall be
our subjects will see our love is true
as we continue to conquer all
creative insanity is what we bring
that's why our kingdom will never fall!
A crowded table, all suspended in shock
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?
Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?
They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?
Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!
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