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MON TEESA MON THE CURSE OF THE CARIBBEAN BAKERY

RASTA MY ASSASIN MURDERED AT MY FEET RETURNED WITH A PILE OF GRAVEYARD DIRT SEARCHING FOR THE OWNERS OF THE BAKERY A BAKERY ALREADY SOLD SWINDLED FROM THE OWNER IN THE END A CURSE PUT UPON ANYONE WHO TRIES TO CLAIM THE BAKERY TANGIBLE DEAL WITH THE DEVIL AFTER THE KILLING OF RASTA ANDREW THE BODY GUARD WAS FORCED TO MARRY THE DEAD MANS SISTER THIS MARRAIGE IN HELL WOULD LAST ONLY IF THE BODY GUARD NEVER SHOW INTEREST IN THE QUEEN HE SAVED THE BODY GUARD JAMAICAN FEMALE DESIGNED A ROOT ON HIS LIFE FORSAKENED WITH 9 NAILS 9 PINS 9 NEEDLES SADLY GRAVEYARD DIRT SHOES FROM THE INTENDED VICTIM OF WITCH CRAFT BACKFIRED BECAUSE THE BODY GUARDS HEART BELONGED TO THE QUEEN THIS ALLOWED THE VOODOO TO ATTACK THE BODY GUARD WITH SUDDEN MULTIPLE STROKES THE MORAL OF THIS STORY NEVER MAKE DEALS WITH THE DEVIL TANGIBLE LESSONS OCCURED WHILE RASTA ANDREW RETURNED FROM THE GRAVE WALKING BACKWARDS FAR FROM JAH FAR FROM HIS ROOTS

I cannot play Poker

Some people can play poker
Not me
My thoughts and feelings sit at the edge of my face
Jumping on the necks and backs of people
If you disgust me, my disgust might take a bite out of you

If I listed all the things that irritate and disgust me
You would feel put upon and irritated
No one wants to hear this
Instead I bring my rant back to my unhidden feelings

When I am sad they yell, stomp, scream, and screech.
All without benefit of voice
But you see my face and you know
See now why I cannot play poker?

When I have a winning hand my crescent smile lights up Manhattan.
And I live in Kansas.
My thoughts and feelings cannot be secured, lassoed or hidden.
They blaze forward like a super hero on speed.
In spite of my best efforts to act aloof or indifferent.

Hope For What The Future Bring

The sun came out
It's sunny after the rain
The rainbow appear
At the background
It means it's a sign
Of good luck and goodwill
After the outpouring
There's smile put upon our face.

LIFT EACH OTHER UP

May we be blessed to understand
on every continent, 
in every country, 
city 
and town…
We are put upon this Earth to lift each other up
not
to put each other down.

Kill It Before It Grows

Somewhere the snooty scholars of the world
quietly locked inside their dusty hall
Under the dim light of a candle’s flame
decide which label to put upon us all

I see them now with my book in their hand
yelling to destroy this before it grows
Crying to the world “stop this idiot”
he who disregards every rule of prose

Running around their dusty libraries
Banging their cymbals of fear and alarm
stowing me away on some hidden shelf
before I can do anyone some harm

To all those so-called experts of the world
who will stand upon their soapbox and cry
That I am a con for not following their rules
I tell you that I do apologize

Perhaps it’s true, I am a foolish man
to think this qualifies as poetry
I do not know your rules of form and rhyme
to write the way you tell me it should be

If you’re the kind that cares about such things
you might be right to call this a farce
because I don’t use proper form and rhyme
but to you I say “kiss my ****”

Maybe when it comes time to place this book
back upon those dusty forgotten shelves
Someone who reads these words will find courage
to be the poet that thinks for themselves

Wake Up In the Morning

I sleep with You
wake up with You and  them 
Because we don't have problem 
As all of us are belonging to You.
We continue breathing because of You.
Being empowered and protected  by You, 
loved by few and hated  by majority
people because of your free grace 
That you put upon us daily. 
You deserve glory 
Today and
Foverever , oh! Lord. 

July 8th /2023

Scattered

Siblings scatter here and yon,
All that one-time nearness gone,
Though many did feel put-upon;
Still, closeness might endure.

They choose to live in different states
With different life styles on their plates
Which sometimes lead to strange debates,
Their reasons quite obscure.

In childhood, though, with parents ‘round,
They shared a home on common ground
And hopefully, they often found
Some ways to get along.

Yet as they grew, they made their way
And often knew they couldn’t stay,
No longer in the family sway,
The urge for parting strong.

The bond, for some, despite the miles
And lives that follow different styles
Stays strong enough for sharing smiles
And sorrows they’ve amassed   

Because the homes they once had shared,
If lucky, left them well-prepared
To keep their ties to those who cared
From way back in the past.

Cobwebs

Emotional cobwebs broken apart
Feelings of ghosts kept in the dark 
Who guides the path of a broken heart
Waywardly distant and constantly on guard

Looking for light for the will to make it through
Constantly the burden is put upon you
Feeling deserted not having a clue.
That He's been standing all along right beside you.

Trudging thru swamps of desolate despair
Scream to heaven how life isnt fair
Wondering why it always seems no one cares
Then casting the blame where you shouldnt even dare.

Barely breathing crippled within
You know you are almost to the end
Having lived your life completely in sin
Still its not too late if only the knees could bend.

Look up this time when your to weak to speak
Pray to the one that you seem to only scream
Ask Him for deliverance and ill promise you this
That life still may not be a bubbly mist
The cruelness wont leave you'll still be within the abyss
But I promise that He will deliver you this
Forgiveness
Acceptance
Love in abundance
Understanding
Guidance
And after all of this
Heaven

Daffodil Brain

So peculiar
It springs up its head
On late Winter’s bed.  
This morning it was
That fence in my hand;

I'm pulling on her
where put upon, few see.
Smart on its petals, color vies,

Look on my form.
I’m run 
Into deep yellow madness.

All Things New

Subjected to futility,
poor Eden now must wait.
Misunderstanding deity,
she’s put upon of late.
Imagining she’s mother now,
she suffers little ones.
Her clarity won’t be restored
until again He comes.
A mix of rage and bitterness,
the storms brew on her brow.
With wounded pride, her maker chides,
trapped in the here and now.
But is her world so different
from our corrupted view?
Her gown, like ours, from red blooms white,
when He makes all things new…

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for the Robert Frost’s Nothing Gold Can Stay Poetry Contest
sponsored by JCB Brul
written on 02/22/2023

Jealous of Mr and Mrs Meow the 16th

mr and mrs merlin meow the sixteenth were on the brink
of letting Kansas City High Society know what they think.
the star put their photo on the front page with a link.
each of them dressed to the nines, holding their favorite drink.

those two do not think that their prissy litter boxes stink!
sniffed their gardener, a put-upon python wearing bright pink.
look at her, she’s such a back-stabber, a gossip, a fink!
yelled his wife Priscilla, with a sassy sashay and a slippery slink.

Problematic Persuasion

problematic
persuasions
pragmatic
paid patrons
pharisees
put upons 
power-ese
pros versus cons

one political persuasion
is discerned easily
when those pragmatic lies
purr like a pharisee.
do ends justify means?
perks hide from public eyes.
after months behind screens,
one feels he’s just been put-upon.

September 5, 2022

Charlie New Ku Poetry Contest
Charles Messina

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This is a new and different form of haiku that I came up with. A rhyming haiku with two stanzas. The first has a syllable count of 4,3,3,3,3,3,3,4 and the second has a syllable count of 8,6,6,6,6,6,6,8. Each stanza must also have a rhyming pattern. ...Charlie

No One Stood Up

no one stood up and said what was right
or pointed out what was wrong
we kept to ourselves, plugging away at our jobs
none of us realizing the real job
is to uplift and help others

we soon became the oppressed, the put upon, the picked on
we wanted desperately to be rescued, to be heard, to be freed
but no one pointed out what was wrong
they kept to themselves
ignoring our plight
and so we suffered
as we had let others suffer before us.

Shadows Cast

I try to put aside,
that which came before.
Feelings that I have had to hide,
behind a tightly sealed door.

It hasn't been an easy task,
so much to sort through.
Please don't pretend and ask,
me to explain it all to you.

The events of our past,
have left my soul bare.
Shadows that were cast,
sadly, still linger there.

After all that was said,
it's an effort to wish you well.
Thoughts whirling in my head,
the secrets that I can't tell.

I know that I am strong.
For this, I have to be.
I refuse to accept the wrong,
that you knowingly put upon me.

I do this, just for me.
Then I  turn and walk away,
unburdened and free.
And there is nothing you can say.

The Egg and I

She lays eggs so very small
Rare eggs, seldom seen at all
Eggs the size of coffee beans
Spread in a tiny nest.

It is a miracle
That an egg, so very small
Has room for any internal organs
At all

This egg, when hatched
Will be complete with all attached
As you and me

Eyes to see to look around,
Two feet to put upon the ground.
A heart that beats and lungs to breathe
A Miracle indeed!

This creature will have other things,
Like coloured feathers, plumage, and wings.
So they can fly high and free,
To escape from their many enemies.

I don't know if you have ever heard
Of this tiny Bee Humming Bird
Who beats his wings eighty times a second,
Mighty useful when threatened.

Birds and Bees, Mice and Men
It's fascinating how it all began.
I observe this from way up high,
A mythical phoenix flying in the sky

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