‘tis Sunday! Time for a revival.
It’s a celebration. Several days of praise
and charismatic speakers.
It is time for the bells
to be heard.
If we still walked the dusty streets
would excitement be at its peak?
Are the cars a yawn
that pull into the parking lot?
Will televisions be turned on,
instead of making a beeline
to be part of the angelic choir?
Who will dare to be unmasked?
Who are the holdouts?
Shout! Shout for joy
as we can still celebrate
and employ our lungs
to exaltation,
to raise the roof,
to blow the socks off,
to honor the King of kings,
the Lord of lords,
Father, Son and Spirit -
three in one
with the centrifugal gathering
that one day,
with trumpet force,
will find ourselves
amidst the angel armies
and all saved humanity.
‘tis Sunday!
Celebrate the upcoming days -
come one, come all
and give praise;
praise the Lord!
2/5/2023
-Cheeky Little Nile Bugalugs-
I could fall on a turntable and raise the roof. Let the beat drop, but what’s the point scallywags?
Crickets chirp unwanted truths into my ears at night. Leaf the poor sauerkraut alone.
Saunter through the valley of the shadow of death. Feel ecstatic to run the entire pilgrimage’s course.
Safe bets aren’t the way to go. Poverty makes a man hateful.
Sweet sounds of comradery swell, The wave crashes down on the innocent.
Time to set the stage, umbrella’s will be encouraged. Don’t know what’s lurking above.
Never finished a rubix cube, too much time…Not enough advances.
Crease…And snap! The willpower of a lily shouldn’t be overlooked.
Purple innocence like the Nile’s nectar and lettuce combined, make a fruity concoction cocktail of Aphrodite’s vengeful lust.
Orgy porgy swimming in the labyrinth of soma incorporated.
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
beyond poverty of drab ghettos
a child's playful imagination
breaks free of urban confines
tearing down walls of oppression
to soar higher and higher
gathering momentum
to conquer bright blue skies
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
The genuisness exited
Leave it cuz
Numbers don't add
Due to no money
Joshing you
Judges raise the roof
Two Sams are kinged not knighted
Our chronicles erased
Nah me high
East of here is the job
Palms are crossed
Always liked verbs
Eccles cakes are tasted
The solo man sings
I say aaaaah
Germs of my laments
Easy Kel
Dan as a joke hoses Ella
Almost done
Oh my bad ha
Ya know he is makin a mistake
Nah i'm hungry
Have a look in the kitchen
Zip nada
Hoagie in the mech chariot
Me i am the guy that lies
There is nothing chivalrous about a sniper.
In days of yore, when the rain did pour;
Inside an inn, they spoke of was and when.
Even then their present was defined by their history,
As they prepared to march off to war again.
With muddied boots, we stomp on those which we call our enemy.
With feasts of meat and ale and fruit, we happily fill our bellies.
We raise the roof with our own self-importance.
We sing of past deeds and of how the battles were won.
Where we once used swords so chivalrously,
Now we fight each other using any surreptitious means;
Instead of swords, now we use guns.
Will we ever learn to end these battles
We insist on having with our fellow humans?
We are righteous in our reasoning, never mind the consequences.
If I am stood before God and He asks me to defend humanity;
Humanity shall stand alone; indefensible and defenceless.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Dare to dazzle, iconic diva
Behold an era, enrapture enthral
Silence devour, of vocal power
Renowned rendition – a rising star
Raise the bar, raise the roof
Glistening shimmer, strike a chord
Stage of a songstress, talent transformed
Driven determined, of diamonds worn
Splendour f-o-r-e-v-e-r, glamorous gift
Essence emerged, craft crystal clear
Sparkle supreme, showcase and shine
Sensational art form, eminence given
007, pre-eminence proven
Of charm interwoven
Impeccable gem
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
5/6/17
Raise the roof
And keep speaking the truth
Raise the roof
And keep speaking the truth
Sayonara
You are a
Goner
From here to yonder
The most potential ever seen
You could achieve
Anything if you believe
And follow through on your dreams
Below stained glass window panes
Covered in drops from the rain
It all went down the drain
On the very same day
In such a strange way
Don't need a heart of coal
To reach your goals
Use more than your soul
And stay in full control
Raise the roof
And keep speaking the truth
Raise the roof
And keep speaking the truth
By: Dalton Ogletree
Darkness falls in the heart of man
and silver wisps of sultry dream
take flight.
Wolves prowl the streets of
the Quarter and bay
golden notes into the night.
Those down-and-out play
their notes again while the
Boogie Men swing just right
while I walk these streets
wet with all their tears as a
ghost stands just out of sight-
Those 1920 olden days,
the raise the roof party craze
and that real boogie with old jazzy bite.
What a picture this does bring
having reached this golden age
many decades has passed through
dance like one free from life's cage
Having lived and loved all this time
unbroken from many a storm
being forgiven so hold no grudges
raises you high above the norm
Let one's voice raise the roof
no matter what's in or out of tune
be free so joy sounds abound
living as if all the years June
O to feel and know of heaven
down here effecting every day
nothing but goodness and mercy
makes one always want to stay
These golden years has reached to fill
us with experience of ages past
glory in pleasures been given
to live each day as our last
(this is based on the following quote)
'DANCE as though no one is watching
LOVE as though you've never been hurt
SING as though no one can hear you
LIVE as though heaven is on earth' - Anon.
We'll laugh
We'll raise the roof
Dance around the campfire
Sing with the birds in the high hills
Let's go!
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