THE MESSAGE
The message is clear, there’s no more time
All that is to be done, now has to be done
Whatever or whoever might be the source
One has to obey, without delay, of course
Orders is orders, when one’s under the gun
No mere suggestion, as the directive is prime
When at last the storm has passed,
These events will be our story,
Culmination of the end,
Revelation of Jah's glory.
Finally, we'll have endured
Through the greatest tribulation.
We'll have seen without a doubt
Jesus deliver God's salvation.
When the storm has passed
All will have heard God's mighty thunder.
“Who is Jehovah?”
No more will the nations wonder.
All will know his right to rule.
No longer will it be in question.
Pure worship will become the norm
Rather than a mere suggestion.
When the storm has passed
People will no more be dying.
Joys of life will soar anew.
All our days are satisfying.
Morning sunshine blooms.
Trials of life will not be raining.
There will be no room for gloom.
Our lives Jehovah is sustaining.
Won't that be amazing?
Sensual Interludes mapping my lover's chest
Taking in the essence of his exuberant passion suggest
Ravishing moments will be filled with sentimental embrace
Angelic radiance will never leave my face's trace
Weighing in his love for me on a lover's scale measuring to a
level of prevail
Borrowing wisdom from my grandmother's advice to keep
love strong; un-laced
Excited at the mere suggestion of his commitment to live
harmonious in one space
Reiterated vows of heavenly interface
Reaching our golden years in love without an intermission
of division
Yields an external love with respect and sweet submission.
An app on my phone says they’ll be snow tonight - we can expect .2 inches in New Haven. I can’t wait because where I come from snow is an event.
In Georgia, the mere suggestion of a snowflake in a weather report results in businesses closing, the freeway being blocked-off, and the entire city being evacuated.
Some poor, non-essential civil-servant is sent to his (or her) probable death in the cold, in order to try and startup the state’s single, neglected snowplow.
Reports of “snow” can provoke vicious, panic shopping for essentials, like Totino's Triple-Meat-Pizza-Rolls - known for keeping teenagers alive in weather-pocalypses.
As the snowflake is tracked-in by radar, wooden furniture is chopped up for strategic placement by the fireplace and beloved family pets are evaluated for their fur and nutritional values. Has Grandma really been pulling her weight lately?
These New Englanders seem completely nonplussed by snow, like republicans facing unnecessary death or the loss of American democracy. I think I’m going to video this.
Interesting fact: Snow actually falls from the sky. I know, it’s terrifying.
A fit is thrown at the mere suggestion that they have to memorize something.
Memorization is boring.
They refuse.
What is the point?
We have the Internet.
We have I-pads.
We have I-phones.
We do not have spelling lists any more.
Spelling tests are passé’. Too boring. Too much memorization.
What is the point?
Math facts? Why should we learn them? They are on the Internet, right?
Our standardized tests scores are in the toilet. Who cares? As long as we can play our nightly video games. We do not have to read for many of them.
Multiplication tables? Overdone.
Addition facts? Useless.
Dictionary? Fiction-ary.
Children of today will not be able to write a sentence or spell a word or check their paychecks
If technology goes down. We can say we are paying them $500 an hour, and pay them $3 an hour.
It is the way of the future, and is this not grand?
A Weirdness not in dreams
brushes against my waking mind,
impressions delineated not by words,
cloaked not in meaning accessible
to conscious thought,
but lurking in a penumbra,
neither darkness nor light.
I call it the Weirdness,
for what other name can it claim?
It's a thought that is not,
an idea that is not,
a mere suggestion of something,
a smudge against my brain.
What? You have never experienced this,
like a kiss
blown but not caught,
like a smile
smiled but not seen?
Am I the only one?
In an instant it's gone
and, try as I may to find
a word, a thought, an idea
to stick as a label to my Weirdness,
I cannot: what I thought were words
were nothing of the kind,
just the mind making believable
the transient ghost of a thought,
a thought now naught.
Clouds on Dreams
To believe what we see is often a fallacy on a video
a rat attacked a cat; the moggy scared ran away but was it so
I think not video and pictures can be doctored so we are
left with a sceptical mind
Yet in the Sahara, I saw in the sky a ship sailing upside down
I know what I saw yet it was a mirage so therefore I can
talk about it without being made fun of like the day I saw
a flying elephant it was slow and met a crocodile
that loved me, of course, it was a mirage
That is why I`m fearless telling you this; you will think mirages,
was whisky involved?
There mere suggestion will send me into a rage and I will
never speak to you again.
The cat ashamed, turned around and killed the rat, just in case
you were curious. In the world, the strongest win just looks to Brazil
and what the heck was I doing in the Sahara?
Oh, my dear, 'tis plain to see
That you lack Humility
Why must you whine o'er rugged rhymes,
That ill-affect your poetry?
Helping hands are hither slapped,
At a mere suggestion
In thine self, bruised ego wrapped
When thy work is questioned!
Begrudge, me not, the better Poet:
I was right, and both we know it!
*I SPIT FIRE CONTEST ENTRY
I wish I had the right answer to every question.
I wish I could cure cancer by a mere suggestion.
I wish life was simple and not so complicated.
I wish I had a good wife and didn’t feel so alienated!
I wish racism didn’t exist; I wish we lived in a world of peace.
I wish women would not feel a man’s fist; I wish domestic violence would cease!
I wish there was no poverty; that everyone lived comfortably.
I wish everyone would be healthy-emotionally and physically-for eternity!
I wish no one experienced headaches; that genuine love would just spread.
I wish there were no earthquakes and no wars to cause bloodshed!
I wish Dr. King was alive; that he could see the first black President.
I wish the millions of Jews survived; that they’d not experienced such torment!
I wish everyone on earth, would one day make it to Heaven.
I wish all heroes would rebirth, including the victims of 9/11!
“No photographs!” the guards implored.
To my surprise, they were ignored.
The cell-phone cameras snapped away,
No matter what the guards did say.
The guards were powerless, of course.
No one could possibly enforce
A rule like that among the crowd
Who could care less what was allowed.
Back in the pre-cell-camera day,
A rule meant that we’d all obey.
Yet modern times cause folks to question;
Rules are seen as mere suggestion.
How far will defiance go?
That is what I’d like to know.
When people drive right past red lights,
We’ll see what mischief that incites.
I grew up following the rules
And so, with other likewise fools,
I will abide by set commands
Before society disbands.
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