Once upon a time
God and his Son
Created something very beautiful
For everyone.
Jesus said, "I rejoiced
Over his habitable earth;
I was especially fond of mankind."
To my heart, they held great worth.
So when the plot was thwarted
By one of God's angelic sons,
He and Jesus mapped out a plan
That could not be overcome.
As a recommendation
Of God's own love,
Jesus would unravel sin's effects
When sent to us from above.
"Sin" is merely our condition.
We are all imperfect.
So Jehovah and Jesus operate
To remove our deep defect.
Although the ransom of Christ Jesus
Was the mightiest of cost.
"Jesus came to seek
And save what was lost."
"This saying is trustworthy
And deserving of full acceptance:
Jesus came into the world to save sinners"
And restore many to repentance.
And so we warmly welcome you
To join us if you can
To remember what Jesus did for us
On the 14th of Nisan.
(Proverbs 8:31; Romans 5:8; Luke 19:10;
1 Timothy 1:15)
What did I not do to achieve it
What did I not do to be fit;
If its recommendation that I'm talking about,
What did I not do to receive it?
Days turned and so did the tide,
It was my turn to get on the jolly ride;
Didn't last too long though,
And all thats left now is sorrow to confide.
The earth says: you're too weak,
So drown into the ocean way too deep;
Believe me, I did get below the ground,
But it was hope there that i found.
Hope said: If its not right,
its not the end;
Its not just the bird that flies,
You too will, just aim for the skies.
And that made me ask myself out,
That "Am I really BOARDED OUT?"
I foresee the day
but it would be a pity
if all the residents ran away
and were to flee New York city
like rats leaving a sinking ship
with streets high garbage-piled
overcrowding crime and corruption
it's no place to raise a child
nor recommendation as gateway
so they say to the Land of the Free
where you have the opportunity to be
anything or anyone you want to be
She is waiting
A woman of virtue
The kind every good man needs
She know her value
She understand her worth
So she wont go for no fool
She takes good natural care of herself
She need no recommendation to feel better
Her head is focus to moral values
She despise all urge of evil temptation
Just to remain clean in soul and spirit
She is strong and productive
Yet despite all this good attributes
She is old single and waiting
My two roommates and I are builders.
We build each other up, and have a great time.
We decide we need another roommate.
Teddy applies. He is quiet, but calm.
His references are glowing.
We invite him to room with us.
Teddy is a demolisher.
We take care of things.
He destroys them.
We are free-spirited creators.
He is grouchy and tries to extinguish our joy.
We finally have to ask him to move out.
We discover later that his glowing recommendation was from his mother.
He set fire to her place when she kicked him out.
A second opinion may clarify things
Or possibly cause some confusion,
For doctors who do not agree will, no doubt,
Arrive at a different conclusion.
A patient must therefore decide who to trust
And to follow that recommendation,
Though when two so-called “experts” have differing views,
It makes sense to feel some hesitation.
It’s better, I guess, to have choices to make
And some down time before a decision,
For it helps to feel good with the doctor you choose
Way before you’re prepped for an incision.
Fake reviews
In 1963, I ate lunch at Andrea’s café,
her food was wonderful
I advised mariners to go for a visit
and be welcomed by a true lady.
I now learned that unsolicited reviews
are no longer appreciated
My recommendation was delivered verbally
Andrea doesn’t know she is a grandmother and
One of her grandchildren runs the place
I once ran a café in Liverpool selling bacon butties
I could have done with the friendly review
From the people who worked at the small factories nearby
but when Margaret Thatcher
Came to power, they closed down
A young man from Pakistan bought my café
Changed its name to Morning Glory and sold
Curried chicken and shrimp
That, of course, was before the hatred of the foreigner was noticed
When Britain woke up 3 million people from
Syria and Iraq had entered they were not as friendly as the man from Pakistan.
Middle aged man in Docs,
vintage leather jacket and
grey haired pubes around his cock.
Ill fitting tour shirts rekindling a hazy past.
Barrowlands, The Bunnymen. Hammersmith Odeon,The Clash.
U2 at University pre Bono crawling up his own ****.
Danced and hugged on stage with Terry Hall,
arrested for d&d outside Bradfords Great Hall,
after watching John Cooper Clarke supporting The Fall.
Life reinvigorated by the post punk explosion,
no longer searching the NME gig guide,
but a Spotify recommendation.
or an even sadder email notification.
A pre gig meal opposed to a walk home pie in a barm.
Ear buds for the tinnitus and Bisoprolol to keep calm.
Heartbreak to watch the talent unrewarded,
by a government devoid of a cultural foresight.
Stifled opportunities
through Tory Brexit lies,
Allowing the corporations of Cowles and the EMI’s to
reap million upon million,
leaving the grassroots unnurtured, venues struggling to stay open.
Our greatest export,
an industry broken.
In my recommendation of my syncopation
Gathering of humanoids rhythmic sensations
copulation dramatization rescape Rufus reggae beats
Ginuwine Drumline rat a tat tat
attack on this yet you're all that
Blilighten crest muscles flex
myself being sweet to myself
I can release by myself
when I'm by myself
I am the glory of the rhythm person above and below dancing in the streets walking
Attuned yet sleeping awaken in summers dream
I witness
as I write this
Boom a bout' a bing drum beat
Tis beat mi rhythm my
Mine boom ta bangity crept
As I, write a beat to myself
Booya
My heart was crying out
And blood has poured over
I've invested so much in us
And now I'm the wounded soldier
I am over it all and I'm no longer trying
Now you are alone and the only one crying
I've decided hearts divided was the best recommendation
My best choice was for me to be my own representation
I realized that you realized, I was the only one for you
But it was too late
Your heart had already denied the truth
I tried and tried
But now my happiness beared the proof
We had no way to know what the future held
But it was no longer holding us together
Instead we were separate birds with two different sets of feathers
Not even the same breed anymore
So your love is no longer what I needed to soar
No codependency
You are you and I am me
You always wanted to be free
And now you have been freed.
Iridescence
intermingle
explicate
wriggle
& inspire
placidity
immaculate
prearrange
dedicate
& appreciate
accolade
amplify
achieve
affection
&bravery
intrepid
explore
galvanize
promise
& specify
symbiosis
relationship
cooperation
stipulate
& venture
shrewd
resourcefulness
recommendation
unpredictable
& corroboration
Obdurate
resist
persuade
endure
&reincarnate
acquiesce
argue
comply
quiet
& blissful
tremendous
tempting
teamwork
tantalizing
&bespoke
conundrum
intricate
wrestle
to nurture
solemnity
Written: March 24, 2023
1st place contest winner
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1202 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
The love language of my deeply beloved love and companion,
whom I miss when we're apart,
me waiting like a dog at the window;
my partner, my life, my rock when all times get rough, my tool girl, behind which, lies the mysterious power;
that dog again breathing deeply the odors of hope through that window with barely a smudge.
The idea, the research, the recommendation, the implementation,
like it or not, are working. The right tool for the right job.
Her Voice carries: through a towel drying there, through her table where she sets our plates, plates hungrily waiting, though you'd never know it.
Her complex thoughts are transformed, compounded within elixirs of fragrant love and craving with tender needs for validation and praise for love well-done in crispy-sweet light brown bacon just how you'll like it.
Her Voice whispering softly through my ears, her toes touching me for warmth.
Her hands then combing gently through my hair and softly and firmly massaging into me her gazes and whispers of love.
Her willing warm give at my touch, says, "Come with me to a world of Oneness."
I rounded a street missing a lantern,
the heat in my eyes was starting to burn;
It felt like gravity was all but gone
my sharp fangs extended as I walked on;
Creeping closer still hidden completely
Fable stood a few feet ahead of me;
‘Recommendation: Don’t do that again.’
I said this but knew she would not abstain;
Knowing this I came an inch from her face
‘I’ll make you disappear without a trace.’
Being guided by such an angry force
every word was more than a little coarse;
Glowering at me she said ‘They will hunt you.’
‘They may’ I said ‘but respect I’ll accrue.’
I have a beautiful garment my father gave to me
He too got it in an occasion of manumission from slavery
Beautiful garment he celebrated in remembrance of that jubilee
Before he handed it over to me as a sign of always being free
What a garment!
My fantasy lured me to sew it into an apparel of simplicity
My beautiful garment with natural colours to show my domesticity
Which I gave to my friends who claimed they know a London tailor
Was given to an unskilled cutter called Mr. Taylor
What a gaffe!
Who made patches on it like annotations made by annotator
When my reasoning compelled me to agitate the awful patches made all over the exterior
The bespoken tailor stood speechless and indifferent
While my friends request another opportunity for adjustment
What a grief!
With my assessment, can I believe such proposed resolution
When my lamentation has gotten me a better recommendation with good execution?
My heart is once again lifted by a testimonial that boost my morale
That I shall wear my apparel of simplicity for the whole world to hail.
First study well to earn enough knowledge
Use the acquired expertise to get a fine job
Even though many without any qualification
Become prosperous using their unique skill
Of course, many great men became famous
By dint of hard-work and non-stop toil only
Later they were recognized for their greatness
But, we must not ridicule the conferred degrees
Only when we qualify ourselves with fine records
Our dexterity in a particular field is endorsed
As a result, that itself acts as a recommendation
And we then are sure of a very good employment
Reading, learning, writing and memorizing may
Prove to be a highly boring task, but the profits
That are going to benefit us must inspire us
As that will take us to a prosperous life-style
So, never grudge that you are asked to study
As that action will make you a respectable soul
All niceties will reach you one by one gradually
A great future will be awaiting you to give mirth.
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