spring blooms lost in deep snowdrifts
black ice roads mark highest peaks
shared coats and tea in old flasks
child builds snowman in a lee
night closing in on mountain
cold is seeping into bones
spare layers of clothes shared out
prejudices not valid
morning broken by weak sun
its beauty lost on the group
stranded in bitter landscape
amongst friends of all races
in shorts and sturdy jacket
farmhand comes to the rescue
trek through green valley and dale
assist weekend bushwhackers
to some it was a photo
in local rag or on phone
the essence was lost on most
of people stranded in peace
A dog's job is to foes terrify,
Actors of scary films horrify,
The police a rogue identify,
Insurance firms one indemnify...
Science would laymen's claims verify,
Panels rigged elections nullify,
Microscopes to microbes magnify,
Deodorants to bad air purify.
Witnesses in courts to testify,
A counsel to trial judge mollify,
Big stereos to music amplify;
Flowers one's surroundings beautify...
The Angels Lord God glorify,
Nudists the public mortify!
Our words they mingled, in space and time.
Dancing blank pages, between blank lines.
The thoughts we had, not shared out loud.
The sounds of words, our thoughts abound.
Our eyes they meet, with silence round.
Our words are mingled, just thoughts no sound.
A house filled with bad and sad memories,
Always bound to be left behind just like its stories.
The house became the final place before her ending
As well as became their own new beginning.
Though this tragedy shall always remain in her loved ones' minds
It will also always remain a life lesson that still binds.
Secrets only shared out of a need for closure,
Her mother slowly but surely closing the book on this chapter.
Soon they shall have the relief they are waiting for.
Even as she, with all of her grief, finally closes the door.
We all lament of what could have been had she not went,
We resent just how things could have been so different.
But together we shall all move forward,
Knowing we'll always have her spirit and each other;
At all of our new beginnings and endings.
So we will remember there will always be a new chapter.
When Jesus with friends found a retreat
the crowds followed on, him seeking to meet.
With so great a need
and so many to feed,
“Where can we find food for them all to eat?”
“There's a boy with five loaves and two fish,”
said Andrew, “hardly enough to nourish
a crowd that's so large,
but you are in charge.”
Loaves and fish Jesus blessed with a flourish.
With five thousand seated there on the ground
he shared out the food and all did astound,
for each had enough
without feeling stuffed.
All then claimed, “Here is a prophet profound.”
John 6.1-14
Coco the clown went sailing one day
to a holiday destination far far away
Suddenly, the sky went dark and the wind did blow
and the waves beneath his boat did grow and grow
Coco lost his oars as the winds blew and blew
and he paddled his way with a size 50 shoe
Through his telescope he saw an island far away in the distance
and he made it to shore with his skill and persistence
A group of locals met him as he sailed onto land
with necklace of bones and spears in hands
They carried off Coco to a waiting stock pot
with vegetables and seasoning and water boiling hot
Poor Coco the clown was simmered to perfection
they shared out the meat after careful dissection
They sat down to dine and after having a chew
one said to the other “does this clown taste funny to you?”
Exploitation
Exploitation - that’s the name of the game
Exploitation- Just so much total pain
Should be torture, criminality
But no never – not when it’s done to me.
A whole life lost
With no way out
That it’s so wrong
There’s just no doubt.
Not quite perfect
Not good enough for them
As image means everything
To these particular men.
Because I’m old, fat ugly,
I don’t stand a chance
They will not let me be myself
Refusing me romance
So I do it all – EVERYTHING,
Then it’s stolen
And they say
It’s not a sin.
It's all shared out,
Between my 'friends'
So they wont tell
How bad it ends.
My mind plundered
My heart broken
Just how much
Remains unspoken.
When is a crime not a crime?
When it’s applied to me.
Even though they have it all,
They still won’t set me free.
FREEDOM OF SPEECH - FREEDOM OF THOUGHT - FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION
AN END TO REAL SLAVERY
Filled with fervor-
ardent love flows from within;
all sixy-four inches of me
stretches as an Oak tree
to praise my God the Lord Jesus
Perfect love exemplified
Who divinely created family
Generation after generation,
Until one day in 1938 I was born
from the Conway-Carpenter tree
A peasant girl free on farmland
Growing, learning, sharing, crying, laughing,
I grew and I loved
family ties with loyalty and honor
Wrapped in ribbons around my soul
until becoming intensely faithful as a Collie dog
with privacy valued highly-
I married; I became a mother;
"Every day is the cutest day they've had yet," I was told.
Over forty years later this is true-
The children get cuter and cuter in my heart
Continuously cuddled within,
Emotion lies deep
toward my Lord, my family and my friends
attached by affection or esteem-
Loyalty and confidentiality streams ardently;
Colorful palette manifested in elder years
Through writing
Carefully assessing every word for accuracy,
History will know my passions-
On pages - for all time
shared out of fervent love
from within
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