Have you watched the video of a joyfull child, a boy running with just stumps for
Feet.' Waving what is left of his arms in joy
A child of war ravaged Palastine a real place in the middle east, where beach sand allows his actions,
cushioning the shock! as
He enjoys the days treats, the gifts of war and rumours of, in a place where vultures truly
Roost and also soar, where real-estate exponents would build luxury penthouses at that same shore.' And there will no doubt be buyers, avid for any spoils? Supporters of human averice wallowing
In each advance? Of conflict with its supperating now full blown boils.' God bless the boy, i don't know his name.' Lord
His example puts me to abject shame..'
I am against this, and indeed all wars and
The human buzzards, that gather, to rip at any spoils.'
The man in the elevator farted,
He mocked us, not knowing sharts departed.
The stench was like a salmon left to rot—
Provoking our anger was all he sought.
Trapped in the foul-smelling elevator,
He begged a shirt from a sneering waiter.
Refused, a dame gave four menstrual pads—
He wore them proud, a banner for the lads.
Another kind woman gave him a skirt,
Still, that skirt got stained with a little squirt.
He would have claimed Scottish, had we not known—
We wish good toilet manners he’d have shown.
Bhut Jolokia coin, loud and side
she smiled
moving toward speaking
the extended metaphore
of rain.
involve a glide from one vowel sound
to another vowel sound
all within the same syllabylle
to another within the same syllable
(like "oi" in "coin", where the cenrity of
the composer and the lyricst are
combiined in the effect to convey the right means
to display both talent and skill.
gold mined from the caves
and the gold from the streames are
same where the smelters combine then to
make the jewlery we favor.
Lodes and placer gold
from stream and vein
smeltered into coins. She said smiling.
From the BZook Keystone Gold Drop
a Fictional story about six Tribes and Seven Historains that
find a large amount of Gold They need
to find the deed to Property to claim the gold
but the Society that holds the deed
wants the Gold holders to
be contested through a game
where she insists a ghost
would be the one to determine who gets the prize.
Filed Under Comedy.
I have said with pride all my life,
"I am an American!"
We will always be on your side.
Embarressment and shame,
Fill me every day.
Murder and hate crimes increase with no release in sight.
Failing abysmally with our help.
To people here in our communities,
The country, and the world.
Now we grovel in fear,
For what the next day will bring.
Or any loses to those we hold dear.
I am embarrassed and ashamed,
Of the America we became.
Hold little hope,
For any relief.
For what we have become,
As a country, we continue to be undone.
They are the JADED
Angrily fled the shame did
Those came BLAMED the FLAME?
“When you’re blamed and shamed for something you didn’t do,
remember the one who looks out for you, He knows the truth”
Long ago when I was in junior school
I was made to look a ludicrous fool
A note was passed around, from desk to desk
Guess who got the blame when it came to rest.
It was me of course, teacher called me out
I got the blame for handing the note out
The culprit never owned up, he or she
And no one at all came forward for me.
The note said that so and so loved someone
The names on the note from mind have long gone
Deep down I knew that teacher disliked me
It was how she spoke to me nastily.
Too shy to say what I needed to say
On that horrid embarrassing school day
Not one classmate spoke up in my defence
The instigator had no penitence.
That teacher picked on me for any thing
She didn't care how much her brusque words could sting
So I was tarnished with the blame and shame
If only I had that time back again.
Teachers are sure to be fully aware
Some pupils are in need of tender care
Living their lives already traumatised
Needing love and not to be stigmatised.
Who gaze upon a woman shamed?
Her clothes torn off, as she’s unnamed.
Her flaming hair pulled into pain.
Cattle calling, cheering insane.
The taunts and tortures of the beast.
He’s in heat - her flesh, he feasts.
Who will save her?
The whisperer
will lead her home,
flames gently comb,
as he wipes tears,
removes all fears.
He adorns her in clothes of white.
Crystal clear, gives her back her sight.
Unique to her, a lovely name.
Her hair matches the Spirit’s flame.
The beast will eternally drown
in leaping, thrashing fire - downtown.
All who played his game, likewise sink,
and in their own foul stench, they stink,
deeper and deeper into chains.
Forever and ever, God reigns.
Who will save them?
What is outcome?
Play Satan’s game?
Blind, deaf, dumb, lame,
is what you chose,
and ashen clothes.
SPREAD IT AROUND
Without Jesus in my life
I have nothing left at all
My Creator and Redeemer
Upon Him I will call
He knows my every moment
He knows me inside out
He understands and cares
He knows what I'm about
No secrets can I hide
From my Lord and King
And so in joy or sorrow
I must tell Him everything
At times I have shamed Him
I've grieved His loving heart
Yet, He won't give up on me
Gives me brand new start
How can I thus deny
Such a love as His
So I'll repent in ashes
And share the love He gives
For I know His love
Is for those who've found
Their life will be too empty
Unless it's spread around
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Our mayor and city council know what to do
The county supervisors and talk show hosts too
Budget measure HHH we Angelinos passed
Costing billions, homelessness would end at last
There were 57,000 unhoused in L.A. last year
Now it’s 68,000, growing with elections near
The garment district downtown and all of skid row
Are squalid tent camps where filth and despair flow
From the Valley, to Hollywood, out to the beach
Huddled in parks, under bridges, hills out of reach
Some scream and curse, drugged or drunken
Others silent and still, bodies broken, spirits sunken
They’re bad for business, they spread disease!
Will our elected officials do something? Please!
Neglected, abused, mentally ill
There’s really no urgent civic will
Some may receive disability pay
Enough for liquid comfort, but a room? No way
A lifelong Angelino, I feel enraged and defeated
For I see my town by how our worst off are treated
5/31/22
she had wept and wept
down sun crept than slept and slept
and become adept
as we all had feared
were horrible with a beard
always seemed so weird
for love we did long
even though Russia seemed so strong
they were really wrong
fields were found flowing
much grain they had been growing
with market growing
by us she was blamed
our minds by her had been maimed
than we shamed and shamed
What is angered emotion
that runs so strong
It can take magnificence
and destroy with one storm
It is the unseen force of power
that swells from within to erupt
and not cower
No shackles to break or bars to remove
It simply bursts forth without any reprove
It sets on a mission to ultimately release
a darkness inside that can not find peace
It builds its strength on building
insecurities
Desiring to shed its darkened
impurities
Anger gains power in the shadow of light
It can only creep and prey
during the darkness of night
It’s the light that weakens it’s wicked flame
It’s the light that reveals
its impending shame...
She saunters in unbidden
Burning hot as hell fire
Her water as pure as the driven snow
Her scent like a warm summer breeze
Men love her with a passion
Women loath her with a vengeance
Children whisper about her in dark corners
For she is deemed forbidden fruit
She is the shamed woman
A crown she wears unapologetically
Dare you not utter her name they say
Lest you fall prey to her charms
Slowly she rises to her feet
As she smiles to herself
Not in anger, but in endearment
Because only she knows
These people that shame her
She bore life to their multitudes
They are her children -
And she, their mother
The new Girl at Work (The Coward Speaks)
Should I feel a shamed?
I want to kiss the new girl at work
but I don't know her name.
Her understated beauty
is the first page of a book
I can't put down.
Man... just learning her name
will be my favorite sound.
She's the one I want, and need.
The treasure of her femininity
is the center of my greed.
But I am unknown to her.
I have yet to say hello.
At work I’m always
a good-natured fellow.
So, why am I afraid of
telling her who I am?
On the outside,
I feel like a youngster
trying to be a man.
On the inside,
I 'm like Tarzan of the jungle
beating on my chest.
And she's an attractive female
I need to impress.
I've been alone to long,
my soul calling for a mate.
But the coward in me
won't ask her out on a date.
So, I feel a shame
I 'm to cowardly to even
ask for her name.
A life invaded by power of base desire
metamorphoses into an object inert.
A being pristine and vibrant abused
by the brute clutch of carnal instinct
strays like strewn pearls from string snapped.
The sane sense corroded by acid impulse
doesn’t repent for a moment lacerating
the vulnerable unworldly psyche unwary,
fostering fervent dreams of belonging,
decimated by savage affront unforeseen.
For a body caught in cesspool of vile lust
the garden of existence turns wasteland,
where blown by harsh winds of disgrace
plaintive mind crumpled to dust ponders,
where has sanity gone in brutal times.
The flower called life blooms with promise
of gifting precious treasure of beauty adored.
When it’s ravaged to ruins as an object dispensable
love in shattered heart becomes debris of hatred,
searching for a niche to hide the shamed soul.
August 27, 2019
Total words (136) counted on PS.
In this silence
I am flipping through
Your pictures
For me you reserve
The rare of you;
Your videos are keeping
Me company,
That part of you
No one else knows but me!
You make me love me.
What kind of love is that?
When I keep hurting you
With words baseless razor sharp,
After that I regret those
Demonic whispers,
Just how do I allow them
To ambush my brains from love,
I am going through changes
In this silence,
Sincerely I am shaming,
Forgive me not till I change!
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