One hundred forty seven states (countries) recognized Palestine state
How then shall I show love for our sisterhood?
Our mother’s baby birthed on this joyous day
A festive time with wishes ‘happy’ and good
No balloon filled room, cake, gifts on display
Belief systems stand first it’s well understood
So, in all due respect and come what may
Just poetry for YOU showing how I care
Without words which may displease God, I share
Without salutary words which may offend
In toughest of times with me you’ve always been
Soulful eyes I’d run to, my hurt you’d suspend
One hundred, forty four thousand for heaven
My selfless sister shall be one in the end
Devotion has earned a palatial inn
Forever dwelling on a pure restored earth
A poem for you this day mother gave birth
There is a space still unknown
In the basement of my home
In the dirt there's gotta be treasure
Better go 'splorin' (for good measure)
A century ago, this house came to be
What I'll find, there's no guarantee
I can see old bottles, a coffee can or two
A light bulb, a glove and a very old shoe
Trying to get a smaller bottle wedged on the other side
A bit of history i did find, but bottle couldn't be pried
A penny, dating back one hundred forty years or more
Thirty of those years were before they even laid the floor!
In one hundred and ten years, no one cared to notice
This nice antiquity just lying right below us
It Gave me hope, to say the very least
Tenfold- my networth may have just increased!
Look as I may, even still... wish as I might
No treasures yet, so I'm calling it a night
All I found was extremely old plumbin'
Well, I guess
I shoulda' seen it comin' !
01-03-23
" I shoulda seen it comin' "
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Haiku Three Verse Poem©
Our hurricane storm
With snow seventy CMs…
One hundred forty
Plus KMs of winds,
Has ended. Everything is
Buried deep in snow.
It’ll take weeks in
Some cases, to dig ourselves
Out of this snow mess.
W.C.Hull © 2020-H1036-2147-I44-K44-30-L44-19
A fat brochure arrived today:
Come book a world-wide cruise
For 2021; Come on!
What have you got to lose?
You get two choices, based on length –
One hundred sixty-one
Or just one hundred forty days
Of sailing in the sun.
The cheapest stateroom’s fifty-three,
That’s thousands; for a pair,
Just double that. The better rooms
Accelerate from there.
The owner’s suite, for two,
Adds up to (gasp!) three-forty thou.
Does such a number sound obscene?
The answer is, “And how!”
To visit ports around the globe,
There’s so much you can see,
But reading the brochure, I thought,
“Why was this sent to me?”
The USS Ticonderoga
In January of ’45
Was engaged off of Formosa
When the kamikazes darkened the skies.
Hit on the flight deck and the island,
One hundred forty four died.
An inferno that day and that hour,
Yet the Ticonderoga survived.
The sixth of the Essex-class carriers,
Launched just the year before,
She and her crew served nobly
Til the end of that long bloody war.
Years later I sailed on the Tico;
Together we sailed on the sea.
We journeyed throughout the Pacific
Til she was decomm’ed in ’73.
Most of her sisters are gone now;
They live on in just memories
Where they continue to sail on,
Sailing on far distant seas.
You made us out of your own image,
with love and life a gift you gave.
You gave us a paradise to live in.
An eternal living, a promise of forever.
You have saved a thousand rooms in heaven.
A place for one hundred forty four thousands,
from the twelve tribes of Israel.
Out of million in your angels,
One has envied with your sovereignty.
He attempted to steal your majesty,
Spread the chaos down the earth.
This angel given a power and mind,
Provoked Eve to eat the fruit of life.
Lead the mankind to a sinful reward,
Lost the paradise,even the eternal life.
For You have loved the world,
A son you sent as a redeemer.
Brought the nation a good message from heaven.
With his flesh and blood our sin has forgiven.
In a book of Revelation you have revealed.
A new hope to behold,
A new scroll to open.
Demons will be delivered beneath the earth,
Justice and peace will soon prevail,
With the Son of God this world be lead.
Eternal life in paradise we will achieve.
The whole nation will stand and give Him praise,
Singing Hallelujah,
Praise Jah,the sovereign God of the universe!
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
on a stoic August morn
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,
Cries of anguish drowned out by a noise so loud,
forms forever etched in concrete as
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
A grizzly tactic, that was meant to astound,
setting events in motion
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,
Vaporized, in a mere second, no sight, no sound,
as it detonated 1900 feet above the city proper in
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
Molten glass replaces earthen ground,
as the heat more intense than the Rising Sun
devastatingly lethal to a people proud,
A city, left in a destructive smoldering mound,
one hundred forty thousand, perished from
The atmosphere which held the mushroom cloud,
Devastatingly lethal to a People Proud.
Turning points and missives
Turning points and missives in the wayward outlay intentions
Consideration is the darkness in the light. Twelve times twelve never equals
thirty three but somehow totals and additions still seem to disagree when
recalling life and missing some things in the dark.
Student discussions and downright indications of seldom used ideas and
missing genders. Twelve times twelve is one hundred forty four plus thirty three
again eye add it in to be the equation of a total thing the final total of the turning
points and missives is now one hundred and seventy seven a much better
number than the one eye had the multiplication table is now better. HA. Try
saying that one slowly in the dark.
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