Randall the Rat, had fangs so pearly.
But, his bad temper, sang so surly.
Cat caged, spit out his food!
The Rat raged, shouted...Dude!
Just bite me!...and don't call me Squirrely!
what is left of me,
once you have taken all that I am?
what words are left for me to wallow in
after you say goodbye?
in who's arm do I find comfort,
now that mine have been shackled?
how do I say I love you
when I can't bring myself to love again,
or have I ever?
how can I buy your forgiveness,
when there is so much, I cannot afford forget?
To whom do these memories belong to now
if I'm not the person I once claimed to be?
if only Your smile could mend my broken heart.
I would be a fool to heal myself with those who pass me by.
So, I walk backwards now looking for you again.
Trying to find who I was before you left.
"WOW; What a task!", I had replied unto mine Master.
He had bid me; "Name Me one good n' pure, of recent human alabaster!"
I searched to n' fro', coast to coast n' 'round th' globe...
Frantic'ly anxious I became, 'cause in these times I knew th' throes.
When; "ALAS!"...it came to me, so evidently clear...
"MASTER, O MASTER...HE WAS RIGHT SO, N' ME SO NEAR! AND EVEN NOW M'LORD; HE'S ON HIS WAY TO YOU...
...HIS NAME; 'JIMMY CARTER'...AND WE ALREADY KNOW, YOU LOVE N' CROWN HIM RIGHTEOUS TOO!!!"
('~A~')zaza
A.K.A. - Randall A Martin - '25
~Awoken~
Dawn'd 'Pon Me Due Epiphany...
Mine War~Ravaged Heart, 'Tis Fine'ly Set Free!
Tho' Still Care I Hold Fast, For All Of This Earth...
I Must Give Way Th' Labor, That Now Has Begun Mine Rebirth!
Indignation Of Mine Past, Now Dissolved 'Way Devoid...
So From Now On 'Ny Negative, I Most Surely Must Avoid!
If Seeing Th' SON, Doesn't Shine 'Pon Thy Intention...
Rest Assured Thou Shalt Pay Forward, For ALL Thy Nefarious Inventions!
Mercy I've Been Granted, As Well Covered By Grace...
Protected By Full Armor, 'Ven An Mere Chink There's No Trace!
Living Dead Mine Whole Life, Psyche & Sinew Snapped 'Til Broken...
'TWAS 'TIL OUR'N MASTER, T'WARD ME WITH AN SHOUT SPOKE;
~AWOKEN!!!!!!~
By: Randall ('~A~') Martin
Shãnta
On th' night that I saw her...
Darkness had been shunned into day
She turn'd 'round eyes bright enlighten'd...
"Oh, my gosh...Randall, you're here! I can hardly believe it! How are you ol' friend n' HEY!"
Mine eyes started to drip, tears of joy view'ng her visage.
So aglow with Her'n smile n' as if she'd never known this world's marring...
No evidence of pain n' not one hint of it's cruel'st scarring.
She laughed so a'glee; "COME n' dance with me, ya' jerk!"...whilst taking my hand, as 'ven if I'd fool'd refused no...lol, 'twould not have worked!.
Holding me so close, I felt so loved n' adored, when all my pain vanquished n' then 'way we danced my heart soar'd!!
She then whisper'd mine ear; "You've much to do, so keep strong...and don't worry, luv'...then you'll be back here, where you belong."
Slight she pulled back, as The Heavens were her'n eyes...
An most sweet'st n' innocent kiss came to mine lips, as a cosmic swirl whisked mine soul 'way...
Oh, God Bless Your'n Gold'n Heart & 'Til We Meet 'Gain; "THANKS n' I LOVE YOU, SHÃNTA!"
By: ('~A~')zaza
They said she was too hot to handle
Wore a slip on her date with Randall
When she came in at two
Is when the gossip flew
And became the neighborhood scandal
At three 'o clock this afternoon,
A shaft of light pierced my room.
Curtains flung back as I arise:
An actor's life I do surmise!
Working halls and live theatre,
Singing songs in every meter.
Playing Hamlet, then a clown,
Each week it changes in this town.
Tonight my accent is deep Fen,
My entrance scene is played again.
People come to see me ramble,
I am a cop; Inspector Randall.
Bungling cases, then success:
Miss Marple would be so impressed!
I love the clapping of the crowd,
We take our bow, feeling proud.
Then travelling home in my old car
To see my kitten, Balthazar.
The night is cold, it's nearly three,
My kitten is here, on my knee.
I sip some vino, 'Espanol',
The kitten thinks I am his doll.
Razor needles pierce my skin,
But I am calm deep within.
Night owls hoot, it is bedtime,
I finish off my blood-red wine.
Take Balthazar his little toy,
To watch him play is such a joy.
I say goodnight and shut the door
Thinking of tonight's applause:
An aged actor's life to stay.
Tomorrow it's a matinée.
The land shapes people and people shape lands
Tug River tells tales about feudist stands
'Tween Kentuck and Virginny the river runs
Where the rival families took up their guns
Hatfields 'n McCoys roamed "Murder Land"
Cried 'n died by each other's hand
Details were as much fancy as they were fact
As was this revengeful ongoing hillbilly pact
Newspapers spun this yarn of "Outlaw Class"
Took over a hundred years for this plague to pass
"Devil Anse" 'n "Randall" were the family foes
Long-living cheek and jowl as legend goes
Cost many a life of wife, son and daughter
Through decades of feuding, senseless slaughter
Some say that they were driven out by rail
Others knew enmity should surely prevail
Eastern investors were clearly after coal
In the end, as always, control was the goal
By the start of the twentieth century
Appalachians had lost their dignity
I stood in awe of Cathedral art
When someone expelled a booming fart
Beneath a candle
Was Mrs. Randall
With the notorious Bro. Ken Hart
(Happy Valentine's Day, Jan!)
There was a young man named Randall
Who's willy resembled a candle
Just last night
His wife set it alight
And now it's too hot too handle!
if I knew it would be the last time
that I'd see you fall asleep
I would've tuck you in tightly & pray the Lord your soul to keep
if I knew it would be the last time that I walk out the door
I would give you a hug, kiss & call you back one more time
if I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice
lifted up in praise
I would've video tape each action & word
so I could play them back day after day.
if I knew it would be the last time
I could spare extra minute to stop and say
"I LOVE YOU"
INSTEADING OF ASSUMING YOU WOULD KNOW I DO.
Going to church,
it’s Sunday morn down south
Giddy feet youngsters
racing to the door of the temple,
having shrieks of joy erupting from their mouth
They are so glad when they get ushered in
While the solemn congregation gathers within
to hear another fiery sermon delivered
with holy conviction
It’s hot down in Alabama, Birmingham,
as the sermon heat starts to kinetically expand
Explosive words demanding social justice
Old black folk hollering: Amen, amen!
They remember
what their parents told them
about how it was back then
And the tears fall ...
as they hear the cry for change,
because nothing much has changed
Then at the rise of the Alleluia cries,
a river of tears gushes out ...
after the bomb explode
Shattering young dreams, windows
and bodies
with terrible, mutilating shrapnel
Prayers of wails without words
from a charred church service is sadly heard
Dedicated to the memory of all the victims
who died during the civil rights struggle of the 60's
This poem was inspired by the poem, “Ballad of Birmingham,”
written by the late great black poet, Dudley Randall (1901 - 2000)
You spent your whole life
walking up and down those steps
Sometimes the walk was less
when you lost a few rungs of horizontal wall elevation
More often the walk was more
when you puffed circular cigar smoke on papier spires
You always loved stacking the stairs,
accumulation of papyros was all that mattered to you
You never lost your papire seat
when the music stopped
at the end of playing musical chairs
Always wondering,
while you sat puffing cigars on a pile of papyrus,
just how high could the stack rise
Papier stair spires
got you climbing higher and higher
Accumulation of papyros
has got your pride elevating more and more
Papyrus printed packs
arranged neatly in green stacks
Elevating so steep off the floor
Paper stair stacks rising ever so high ...
strike a match to them when you die
This poem was inspired by the poem, “Roses and Revolutions,”
penned by the late great black poet, Dudley Randall (1901 - 2000)
When I would here the tales of a man who made the blind see, I would ask where is he, when the man walked against gravity I would say why not me? when I would remember story's of a man who did grand magic tricks I would think what a great story and When I would pray I would say his name as a child not knowing who he would be. The name wasn't given to anyone I knew so I wanted to know why? When I was young I was saved but didn't know what for, I was pushed under water because I was told that's what we are here for. Now I'm 0 year's old and I am finally starting to know you. So Dear JC I want to let you know that forever I owe you!
Love your bro Dustin Randall Legan. PS I still have a whole lot of questions! Thank you for carrying me when I was to lost to.
DESTINY’S PROMISE
Who will understand this path down which I lead,
Once black soil underfoot, now waves unsure and sunset fade,
“Horizon far”
but decision made.
Who will peer beneath this stalwart gaze and feel hopes breeze
brush the face and dry the tear for comforts sake;
“Horizon near”
Oh such joy, such laughter full, warm smiles surround me like
honeysuckle mornings that call to wake;
Warm sun on my face, the end of this journey, at last day break!
“Horizon full”
Randall
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