To Royal Prince George and Royal Princess Charlotte
How to save a Royal etiquette explainable when loyal rumination is not?
In a supplicating interlocking prayer
I witnessed so many times , simplicity
Ode to divinity.
After all those are left, one by one
after asking me, "What we may do, for a room-u?"
I remained silent, as God speaks in hands, often.
We, muslims, supplicate with concave hands, and through yearning
Once the interlocking prayers are accepted we all will go "Home"
Even beyond homeland security
MFA class in PM time, that often in competition with God
Godsay and God say are in "issueroom" for a "room-u" reason.
To troubleshoot you need an origin, method and mannerism that piled up, through all these years, as cumulous clouds clutter and declutter, in a poem, "The stranger", or a magnum "The stranger,"
If I see them ever again, back in my life
I will ask a policeman to have a wishful sleep
so that the acro climbs up the royal Tajweed
The Boldest and True.
And so on...
1-19-2024
Categories:
mfa, baptism,
Form: Prose Poetry
A Great Work of Art
By Elton Camp
Modern art is wonderful, some folks say
It’s very hard for me to see it that way
It has whimsical shapes and color bright
A three-year-old child it might well delight
And it could be pleasing to some M.F.A.
Who just adores a painting done that way
Maybe to some, astonishing talent it shows,
But, I have to confess, I am not one of those
“You’re a uncultured clod,” a critic may shout
Probably so, but I know what a scam is about
Here’s a giraffe head and there a bar code
Methinks dirty brushes the artist did unload
Instead of then throwing the canvass away
He calls it art and hopes someone will pay
Wait, there’s a red elephant head with a trunk
But I still have to admit, to me it is just junk
It’s like gazing to a sky with many a cloud
Most any interpretation the viewer’s allowed
But when such is called art, I sorta believe
Some untalented hack laughs up his sleeve
Categories:
mfa, art, art, art, me,
Form: Rhyme