jousting silver knights
drunken maidens staggering
here come the vikings
On Brighton streets where the buskers play,
Ren poured his soul out day by day.
Three young musicians heard his sound,
Stopped in their tracks, turned right around.
A jam sparked fire, a sudden crowd rush.
Four voices blending into The Big Push.
Strangers at first, but the music proved
That fate steps in when the right hearts groove.
Steven West's envoy #70 was a
teensy wee stew
eater who'd
vowed never to
wow anyone not
applying a
glands-on ap-
proach to
poaching today's or
any other
dazed whirled
musings on
plopular brick-
ish social ren-
ditions of all
winos who con-
tained extra cracks not a-
vailable on earlier
blurred virgins.
It's A meticulous ren dez vous!
Drenched in society " Purely wet, Whoa is me!"
A melody - The rain drops - drizzles
As the tune in my head and the aura to see
It envelopes me , swarmed by society
Seeing the way with footsteps of Gods' stride
The pain to face - it too a disgrace
" I bow my head " Feelings then to hide
Sacred the steps that I endure with notes
Whispers with the cleft - The music came and went
It's all in my precious head permeated at last
And the angels from Heaven I see were sent
Walked too often beside me and the Halo !
The glow - Redundance the aura is time
Captures the soul and At wits ends!
"Knock , knock, knocking on Heavens door", sometime
The rain it poured and drenched it then was
My eyes swarmed into a puddle below
But the tune and the beat embedded
Twinkled I saw the cleft the disgrace ....whoa! Hello!
I'm sorry, I just can't (T)ake it anymo(r)e.
Everything h(u)rts, (m)y life is falling a(p)art.
I should have (k)nown (i) would mess it a(ll) up from the (s)tart.
I'm (c)limbing to t(h)e roof and f(i)xing this.
My (l)ife is worthless.
I'm a (d)isappointment to my pa(ren)ts.
goodbye forever.
South Park and
Dragon tales.
Twin peaks and
Seinfeld.
Family guy and
The Daily Show.
Ace of Base and
Cheryl Crow.
Friends and
Will and Grace.
Babylon 5
and spaced.
The X-files and
The West Wing.
Fancy and
Shania Twain.
King of the hill
And Mad TV.
Sponge Bob and
Ren and Stimpy.
Frasier and
The King of Queens.
Boogie nights and
MR. Bean.
Spawn and
Blue's Clues.
Goodfellas and
Dazed and confused.
TMNT and
3rd rock from the sun.
In living color and
Brooks and Dunn.
Jackie Brown and
Wayne's World.
Beastie Boys and
Don't take the girl.
***** as folk and
Beavis and Butthead.
The Simpsons and
Father Ted.
Lil Kim and
The Sopranos.
Selena and
Hey Arnold.
Reservoir Dogs and
Johnny Bravo.
Clueless and
You oughta know.
Turbo1904 ?
.
i dreamt uv pluperfection
az
In heaven
then mine ren
kicked in
When
There I met
Lil’ red riding hood
All
Growed up
yup
In thuh
Voodz
Wit thuh
Basket uv apples
yum
Ren
(Chinese: “humanity,” “humaneness,”
“goodness,” “benevolence,” or “love”) the
foundational virtue of Confucianism.
There’s a hole in my soul
A rip in its fabric
It’s in dire need of repair
When in walks an imam,
Guru, priest, and rabbi
And each of them declares:
Only I have the truth!
If you want your soul mended
You must follow me
Just as God intended!
I walk away in confusion
In crushing dismay
When two young ladies' approach
And here’s what they say:
We’ll show you the path
To mending your soul—Just chant:
Nam-Yo-Ho-Ren-Ge-Kyo!
MAMA N THEM JUZ KEEP LIVIN---
Mama N em’
Gone tha dun past a way
MaMA been dead for forty-four years and…
She jus keep on liven, liven,
Lord, God know’s she is juz livin, livin
Standin next to Jesus………………
Grandm gone on
Been dead sum fif-T years now
Grandm she jus keeps on livin, liven, liven
PaPa died ya in 1889
So me N my wife and chill-ren
See hum in his grand chill-ren
Me PaPa Oh! Yeah
Mi Daddy yawl,
Me PaPa jus keeps on liven, liven, He lives on
Mama N em’ they up N heaven praizen My Lord and Savoir and My God
Mama
Grandm
Papa
All of em’ iz juz liven, praizen, standin next to Jesus
All of em’ iz in heaven
Thank you-Jesus
9/11/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
From anthology “Old Time ***** Spirituals”
Gin wants Bin to play fun with Glen,
But Sen seeks a round bun to free the hen
Couched in the palms of Ren who blinks his brown eyes,
And all the men break the glass they have,
And walk away with a loose talk
That they never talk anything but loose talk.
Double zero ... double zero
Victimized homeless people in need of a genuine ghetto hero
Ten ten ... ten ten
K Si-ren, the metallic police attack dog is biting my wallet again
Twenty twenty ... twenty twenty
Trump domestic doctrine is: Americans cleaning Russian mob money
Thirty thirty ... thirty thirty
Politricians covering six feet deep of their hidden mature dirty
Forty forty ... forty forty
Bottled anger ounces of long hours worked for paychecks too shorty
Fifty fifty ... fifty fifty
Getting more black penitentiary time and less white justice pity
Sixty sixty ... sixty sixty
Pension retirement money swindled in a Ponzi pyramid poker kitty
Seventy seventy ... seventy seventy
Two eight zero K: yearly compounded reparation usury
that the Bank of Babylon still owe to me,
according to the number of unpaid years of labor free
New market technology is now repackaging old slavery
Happy Happy Birthday ? ~•°Ren Fields°•~? '
To the BEST AND BRIGHTEST HANDSOME GUY
with the most
SWEETEST SMILING FACE
let me say
happy happy birthday to you
i lift up my glass with a
LYRICAL Toast
just as KINDLY NICE
and WHOLESOMELY TERRIFIC
as to say to you
i hope you have a
happy happy birthday
that only a
POLITE GENTLEMAN
like you can do
happy happy birthday
to a KIND And ADORABLE
MAN AS LOVABLE
as BABY FACE REN FIELDS
WE LOVE YOU
Undeclared evil intentions imposed
The dark side of ma·lev·o·lence exposed
Magnified by sheer brutality of acts composed
Aaaaah, evidence one can clearly see'th
All of humanity is faced with
Tragedy from hor·ren·dous acts commit
Shockingly dreadful acts caused by
Misplaced human beings cry
Who are currently living with an anger eye
Thus, being poured out in ways taking place
Never before seen or experienced 'bout face
On this planet's dust base
O Lord, thus is the day in whence for
Rev·e·la·tion is transcending upon us hardcore
In other words, ''WE ARE AT WAR''
See how Christmas fete on earth
Indians will walk to the mass
Enjoy curries and sweets enmass
Australians hang wreaths girthed
Here Santa gives rest to reindeer
Changes dress for less ”hot” with cheer.
Chinese light streets and stores with mirth
Santa is called “Shen Dan Lao Ren”
In shops only the grottos plain.
Yule logs burned in French hearth
With food left, the logs burn all night
In case Jesus comes in the night.
Russians fast till first star rebirths
Then break fast with Kutia eating
For good luck throw some up ceiling.
Ways and approach differ on earth
Call him Christ, Gud, Gott, dieu,dio, God
Ishwar, Allah, he’s the same lord.
See how Christmas fete on earth
Australians hang wreathes girthed
Chinese light streets and stores with mirth
Yule logs burned in French hearth
Russians fast till first star rebirths
Ways and approach differ on earth
++++++++++++++++++++++++
**This is my maiden poem in form Constanza**
28-12-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form:Constanza
Motif : Epic
Sixth Place win
Contest: Impress Me III by Giorgio V.
Dear Dad,
im saying good bye to you since you dont care
im saying goodbye to you because honestly you just werent there
im tired of trying to win your affection
im tired of trying to have you in my life
three strikes and you're out but i gave you more
so this is my final goodbye im finally closing that door
maybe it wasn't time but i've had enough of waiting
maybe it just wasn't meant to be but now we will never know
i hope one day you get a second chance
i hope one day you would realize that you didnt give me your all
so many things i wanted to say but you never gave me the chance
but thankfully im not gonna live my life with regret
i gave you my all i even forgived
i showed you who i was, who i am, who i wanted to be
but you were too blinded by what? so you just couldnt see
later in life on my wedding day you may cross my mind
later in life on the day of my child(ren) birthday(s) you may cross my mind
but thats all that you're gonna be just a vague memory of what was and what could have been....
From the Daughter you could have had
.
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