Math is all around us. It's the glue that holds the world
together and astounds us, part of God's spoken Word.
It's here!...It's there!...It's everywhere! In Heaven and on Earth.
A gift from God's creative mind. It governs from our birth.
The fool says there is no God, everything is just by chance.
I know God has a plan, for us to love and sing and dance.
In God’s wisdom we truly find our reasons to exist.
And Math will be there with you. On that, God does insist.
Without there is no Science; no Physics...nor Chemistry.
Math, of course, our great reliance! To live with harmony.
Yes, Math includes the music, and prose that we so love.
Sweet gifts from Holy Father, who governs from above.
No matter where we go in Life, no matter what we do,
We can count a thing that matters, and it's Math for me and you.
I'm bold to tell them that I'm sold into slavery of the old world that's buried beneath the dirt I try to leave and not feel this hurt passing freeway after street I walk around on my two feet they lost the meaning of the word discreet simply undressing their words with deceit making me feel sick to the grave at how these people misbehave some don't appreciate their own name
A life on loan,
A life on lease.
I have a right to remain silent.
At least,
According to the police.
What if I choose to speak out loud my piece?
Do my rights remain,
Or do they cease?
To exist,
If I resist?
To be silent and refrain?
Most think what have I got to lose?
I am wondering what there is to gain?
I think, I think.....
...That I choose to speak.
If not for myself,
Than for the weary and the meek.
Don't assume that you are all
Already knowing.
Come along with me,
Let's keep the conversation going.........
Ode to you who ripped me apart,
Owed to you the scars on my heart.
Ode to you who broke my trust,
Owed to you the soul you crushed.
Ode to you who never will see,
Owed to you I'll never be free.
Ode to you I wish was gone,
Owed to you the lines I've drawn.
Oh, you softener of truth, smoother of feathers,
Dust from the shelves the fingerprints of doubt,
Unopened books read in dark denial
Bindings broken now in feigned forgiveness.
Trim now the shadow of a wishful past
Prune the pain of all concerned
In voices laden with a beggar’s peace
Echoing within the sun-dust gleam.
Hold, for it is but your wont to praise
And do, that kindness thing, you always do
cajole the ego and the id
cold ashes poured into an urn
For praise be but a silenced hopes farewell
And memories a mourner’s ever hell.
John G. Lawless
©3/7/2023
*Image of Well Placed Money by TS.
Owed Ode
A casino opening held a fete,
Where everyone did gamble on their fate,
Singles and couples, Mr. and Mrs.,
All placing their bets with hits and misses,
The croupier deals cards, and oversees,
Most were locals, some were from overseas,
A young woman who was somebody's niece,
Had a French accent and she was from Nice,
An Italian songstress who came from Rome,
Hums round the tables as the lady roam,
On the stage, she sang a beautiful hymn,
The alto voice left guesses, her or him,
An elderly gentleman who was Czech,
Won lots of money and took a big check,
Mistook a woman wearing a sari,
Not Indian but, local, said sorry,
The silvery moon like a sentry knight,
As hours wane and drift deep into the night.
2022 November 05
Owed
to soar
in self-pride
wreck must endure.
Adored, bespoken, and kindly estranged
Written: February 11, 2022
Pushin’ up daises
noctuary memories
dismantling me
OWED TO CHRISTINE BLASEY FORD
Christine Blasey Ford
You fill me with awe,
I'll never forget
What I heard and saw
When you first appeared
Before all those men -
Spoke truth to power
Again and again.
You filled me with pride
Yes - even with bliss,
I yearned to hug you
And give you a kiss.
Riddled with fear, and
Entrenched in the dark
You dared to come out
And you lit a spark
In all of us women
And in men, too,
Who were too afraid
To be brave, like you.
God bless you and keep
That courage, that spark,
Because, Doctor Ford,
You're my Joan of Arc!
.
OWED TO DOLLY
Raised in a world without any morals
Lead me to a lifetime of sorrows
Words that were written within Dolly's songs
was the only reason I even took this challenge on?
Refusing to have my children raised that very same way
I focused on this world that she always sung about
From singing Dolly's song's it would see me begin to pray
the crossing over into this world of happier day's
Was much harder than her song's did ever say
believing only in her words during the hardest of time's
I'd sing her songs till it would eventually calm my mind
but with Dolly as my guide I took it all in my stride
twenty-one years after I first stepped onto this hopeful walk
It is the one thing I did right, to seek out this world she spoke
unknowing it was her alone that filled me with strength and hope
To leave the only world in which I'd known
And guide us to this little town, we now call home
So thank you Mrs Dolly Parton for letting your lyric's be known
they alone were the power in which I 'finally' found our loving home
Christmas is a Spirit,
Tho’ you may forget it.
This time of year can be so happy,
If you only let it.
A time for friends & loved ones,
Fond feelings for the season,
Think well of all your fellow men,
Let Christmas be your reason
Just look around, it’s everywhere.
Listen. You can hear it.
What makes this time of year so happy
Is truly Christmas Spirit.
Don’t be aggravated by the traffic or
Trying to find a place to park or
Standing in the long lines....
Keep Christmas Spirit in your heart.
Don’t think of how you’ve spent
What took all year to save.
You would have spent it anyway.
Christmas Spirit means You Gave.
Oh, the Happiness of Christmas,
Remember your own glee?
Momma! Daddy! Look…
What Santa brought for me!
Yes, the Joy of every heart at Christmas
Should be giving, not receiving;
Celebrating your Savior’s Birth,
His Gifts to you and your Believing.
Ode to Steve,
You controlling backstabber, you've lost control of me.
You took what you could get, but it belonged to me.
Self Respect, you have none of, So you took mine from me.
You believed you were entitled, That it should all be free,
You think the whole world owes, and you think your due.
you steal from everyone, no one is exempt from you.
I wish they'd all punch you in the eye and kick you in head.
for everything you've lied about and everything you've said.
All the years I wasted, you wrecked them all for me
All the holidays and family times, days that should be great,
you destroyed them all for me, and now its you i hate.
you only have yourself to blame, and you have sealed your fate.
All the slander, and the lies you spread,
what comes around goes around.
I pray that karma's true, that's my wish for you.
I hope You get what you deserve, but multiplied times two.
It is my life, I've taken it back,
I'm finally rid of you.
That job he assigned came out a loss,
which tells why my boss' so mean and cross.
Then down below my belt
his firm rough grasp I felt,
as me out on my ass he did toss.
I spend all night in the county jail,
because I drove too fast drinking ale.
My, how did my cell mate
learn to articulate?
Come early next morning I post bail.
what do we owe
to this great Caesar
life liberty limb
who face lives on this coin
yes i am a citizen of Rome
no more or less and
without a pedigree
i shall not bow down
to this military state
then we must
return to Caesar
what is owed
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