I roning clothes – I love that job. Oh, my gosh!
L aundering them first is another one
O f numerous chores that let me wash
V arious things. Wash this or that. How fun!
E ven pots and pans! I must say . . .
H ow much more pleasure can there even be?
O n my hands and knees most of the day
U sing so much zeal makes me feel so free.
S uch a good place to be in mind and soul.
E very day I search for things that I can dust.
W ithout things to wipe off, what might be my role?
O ven cleaning. What joy! Mopping – a must!
R are are nights that early to bed I go.
K eeping up chores, I sing Heigh Ho Heigh Ho!
Sept. 6, 2021
Acrostic sonnet for Message in an Acrostic 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
the good newa
she paid her dues
now its her time
let her mind shine
we nees her a lot
can lead us to the top
give us a new start
THE
WOMAN IN CHARGE
I have seen love that is most pure
Love destroyed and need no cure
Love born in a rainyday to grow
Love of a champion rejoiced love in
his run
His love as a tent for the sun
As a bridegroom coming forth from
his pavilion
Love so real to nees any companion
A devote to a strong heart union
So who am i to calculate a delight of
such
What reasons are there for me not to
give in so much
Why cant it become a fixed mark
That show no wrong on the edge
Love that never change with time
and age
Love that needs not works of potions
Love that carry one question
The need for 'I DO' in return
Then i see no reason to limit such
beauty
The love better than wine
Love worth being yours and mine
How complete the delights of your
heart
How generous is your heart
To keep all the old and new delights
A constant feel
Incalculabe and immeasurable
Yeh dont mess wit me
Got this demon in my head
Better run from me
yea dont mess with me
Im so drunk wit stress
Need a line Of cocaine to sober up homie
Yet since this ish is over
No need to lose my edge
Nees some cigs n coronas
Whats been said been said
Yo karma look at me im ragin
I be culd with a nice girl
Intsead u gave me one thats hatin
I aint goonaa lie she proly worse than satan
This aint no differnt alot u girls seemm all related
Black holes as ur hearts
Got the mind of evil
dead
This pain is too hard
Night terrors in my head
How you goona treat me wrong girl
You was the best i ever had girl
Closer to my dreams
I no longer have the power to spread my wings
cuz U can thank me now or u can thank me later
But just to be classy it was better sooner than later
Dont worryy ima rage do what you do
MeanWhile ill bein marvins room writing bout u
Ha yeah Dont mess Wit Me
Debating whether i shud regret this
On some real new ish
some lyrical buisnness
Just to be finished
To badd our downfall was what i witnessed....
The din has become too much
It has taken over my head
It has taken over my thoughts
The din, it swirls around my world
Filling in the spaces in between
It's chaotic, loud confusing
The din flies about my head
Like a fly
Buzzing, swooping, a nuisance
I need the quiet
I need the softness
Back in my soul
I need the wholesomeness
White
Peacefulness of the quiet
It nees to blanket me
Once again
I need to hear me again
I need to hear my song
In my head
No more din
Banish din
And find myself again