Rumors abound
All around town
Lily White
Needs a knight
She is tangled
Being wrangled
By the tricky trees
Planted by Peacocks from Leeds
Wolves are down under
Hearing wraths thunder
Drinking Burnley claret wine
Getting ready to do second tier time
In comes the Hammer girl
Wearing expensive pearls
Bought using Gallo credit
Wondering, ‘will anyone get it?’
Message, ‘relegate’
Easier opponents await
Fans will have reason to cheer
Dousing the same expensive beer
As players work on maturing skills
Crunching numbers, paying the bills
Oh yes, who is going to get dropped
Commentating, ‘our season truly was a flop’
Officially closing the show
Taking the athletic production to parts unknown
Goal now ‘will want to come back’
Claiming healed healthy, surviving a relegation attack
Observe the rise of the virulent greens' attention demanding; with outbursts obscene' the desire to relegate
All humanity' a great lust to destroy; time proven means, in
A mad push to the bottom fragmentation grows; as order
Is dis-placed chaos is at full throes.' Much sacrifice to
The pagan is now behind closed doors, yet is claimed as
A virtue on legislators floors.? There is exclusion for reason
As false piety soars. Sacriledge now is as our daily bread.'
Most teaching is inverted' any balanced; is almost dead!
War is encouraged. Its seen even as holy? In fact e u
Leaders gather; 'just to thrash (the same old pony) yet the
Winning post, has by now rotted away.' There is much overgrowth and bramble.' For now rules the (no mow May)
The Revenant
due revenant
My love
I am of God
though I energy
derivative from
My love
heaven givings
Him Graced
put in a space
My love
In the special
body part I make innate
Vested pkaced in vessel
My love
I am that I am for Him
My Father look for Him
and it's Him I am
My love
Graced given
Until one of one
Home I would leave my mother and father
My love
One other I embrace
the Awakening
To giving my beloved.
My love
I am chosen by a 1
The one I share my essence
With I share my body
My love
Due reverence
I share my body it's His words
No one else we're coming in...
Blood Covenant
Becoming one flesh
My love
We witness blending of Spirit,
Soul. Heart and Mind One Pieced
One with them
We are loved
My love
We are love incarnate
We are of God
We are soulmates
Beyond this, my love
We relegate, procreate or bonded we one in Jesus
Assured shown we fit together
For our Father's Glory
Holy
Blessed
Due revenant, my love
10/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
This piece of debate is a type of sin
Bound to prick the True Christian like a pin.
One may a dozen times arguments win:
All a Big Trash for his waiting dustbin.
But from someone like me a toothy grin
And sure request for a half glass of gin.
God with Christ had created the First Man
But had Satan sinned then to face a ban?
Planning Ahab's death had hatched God's meeting,
The Lying Spirit's proposal God's Greeting;
So smart an idea no second sitting:
A Syrian arrow king's chest hitting...
Sometimes, God's pleasure to men delegate
For tasks He could all behind relegate,
So that one acts not the surrogate
Or to self false honors arrogate.
So, was Satan part of First Creation
Or tired had gone for recreation?
Yes, we’ve got the message
But what of its passage?
From your factories vapor
That does not foster rapport:
To residents a mission
Cushioning the emission…
I fear rearing stalemate
And a final waiting bait.
I wonder the smart platform
You’ll set up to quell the storm.
Whom you choose as Delegate
They shall behind relegate…
To Angering Pollution
Bribery not solution
Leave it hanging in the stars leave it round the bend
sometimes forgetfulness can be a real God send
Entrust it to the moon above to an ocean full of Grace
velvet memories, regrets, evaporate without a trace
Live in knowledge it is safe you can trust the light ,
relegate confide in Hope, before the end of night.
STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES SERIES
Masters of the sacredness of silence
O, morning, speak to me gently, silently, softly
Resurrect and relegate me to what lies ahead
Nothing stills me more than the early mornings
I pray, praise, read, and I am at ease and poise
"Now" is the secret weapon created by the mornings
Gifts of peace, protective shields provided to face the day
Sacred morning songs speak to me, saying, "Let there be light"
Oases of melodies in the quiet zone are heard by the inner ears
Nutrition-like qualities abound that build strong lives
God made the mornings for quiet experiences and meditation,
Separating the light from darkness and filtering our lives
11421PS
If power comes your way,
You can use it to dictate the state of play,
So, use it wisely every day.
You will have the power to delegate,
You will have the power to relegate,
You will have the power to dedicate,
As long as you concentrate.
You will have the power to renovate,
You will have the power to update,
You will have the power to Innovate,
As long as you don't hesitate.
You will have the the power to hate,
You have the power to be late,
You have the power to tempt fate,
Should you chose to activate.
If power comes your way,
Know that it will dissipate,
If you delegate,
To those who wish to speculate,
In order to accumulate.
take me
feed this surging
lust
kiss me with abandon
assuage my aching need
come to me you must.
Torch me
scorch my skin
build a fiery pyre
detonate your passion
shake with abandon
unfurl your desire.
your eyes
sapphires aflame
murmur in my ear
clutch me there
seize this twilight
pull me near
I’ll take you
beyond realities
conquer your lust
trace my fingers
in your lair
in my hands you thrust.
dance with me
prance lovely dance
relegate me to
your desire’s trance
such romance
without within you.
take me
engulf my urgency
with soft lips
clutch me dearly
evaporate the need
thunder in your hips.
shoot bright
stars of lightning
onto all of me
seize the universe
collapse the heavens
take me
in totality.
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school was out
vacation touched our gate
long days
bedtimes late
time
routines
we relegate
bird nesting
climbing trees
building dens adultless
scenes
picnics and make-believe
imagination-filled
dreams
unsupervised
wandering free
adventures
sans boundary
no cares no chore
natural boyhood
...to the core
I love only my kind.
But a world of just
your kind would to
monotony consign you.
I celebrate just my kind.
But a world that celebrates
only you, would to the utter
depths of boredom relegate you.
I prefer just my kind.
But the preference of your kind
would your curiosity wear out.
I only recognize my world.
But a world of only you
can never its horizon broaden.
I only relish my own race.
But a world devoid of
other races would be the
most uninteresting.
My race must the entire earth occupy.
But without the 'inferior' races,
how could you 'superiority' claim?
I have a lebensraum for my
race to occupy.
A lebensraum for only you
would geography obliterate.
So let your world be yours,
and let mine be mine.
Your culture and language you
may retain, whilst mine I also
retain,
as we both our diversity
celebrate.
Because diversity is nothing
more than the spice of life.
PSYCHIATRISTS’ SONG
Let us join in song of praise for all psychosis
It’s the leverage that gives us a good living
With a fragment here of mania or neurosis
That we bevel, hone removing all misgiving
Let it not be said we’re derelict in reason
For committing someone to an institution
For of syndromes we’ve a bountiful accretion
We have voted for and passed by resolution
So take care not to accuse us of a crime
As we relegate to sinkhole a sad creature
For your words betray a sickness we define
You are suffering from illusion - that’s a feature
Submitted for 8 word challenge contest
Words:
psychosis
leverage
fragment
bevel
derelict
resolution
sinkhole
illusion
3 June 2019
The Children
By: Tom Wright
5/31/03
How oft are the children sacrificed
for an unjust cause or belief.
From hunger, with swollen bellies,
they beg for morsels of relief.
Accounted as hostages to grating words
orated by another in haste.
While clay mores relegate playground
to the status of vegetated waste.
Viewing with fear a chartreuse sky
as munitions are expended.
Leaves scant likelihood of future days
being enhanced or extended.
Groping in darkness, amid tremors,
finds collateral damage from bombs dropped.
From this, the hunger will only abate,
for those lives that will have stopped.
There is no true victor in war,
likewise, let there be no vanquished in peace.
Glinting of the nickel
Flip it, place it on the table
Relegate to gravity
That of fate- of destiny
In the end
It's a choice
To accept
Or avoid
After the flip,
Do you obey it
Pull back the hammer
To strike the steel with flint
It's still a choice
Drop hands from wheel, place them by your side
Watch the blurring treeline, shifting away my eyes
I've certainly lied
Proxies for good faith
I've blurred those lines
It's still a choice
SAILORS ON THE VIEW
sailors on the view,
sitting uniformly in the front row —
viewing the view.
waves from the forward and aft,
inspect the crisp, clean suits
and polished shoes, polishing
up on today’s news.
choked up anchors,
relegate their eyes,
with tongues wagging.
a bright beam in their eyes,
like a lighthouse lamp, brings
the hosts back, to the shores of reality.
5/23/2018
Notes:
TV Show called The View
The hosts were enamored with the uniforms
Duel references to the audience and the sea
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