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AS THE DAY BEGIN THE NOISY CROWD THE SOUND
OF PEN PRESSED CLOSE TO THE DOCKET OF NEWS
HOT OFF THE PRESSES WAIT FOR NIGHT CRAWLS TO
ENJOY CARESSES THE BUISNESS CROWDS ARE ALL
SO LOUD UNTIL THE TRAIN OF THOUGHT LEAVES
AS SHE ENTERS THE WRONG COACH MAKING THE
WRONG TURN AS THE LIGHT READ GREEN TO GO
SO IT SEEMS BUT HENCE NOT BE TRUE AS THY
WANDERING EYES PIERCE THE SOUL OF THE DOVE
BURNING HER FEATHERS WHILE IN FLIGHT SHE
APPROACH THE LEDGE AS THE MASTER OF THE GAME
SAY'S BE SEATED AS THE CASE OF THE DAY BE THAT
OF A HOMELESS MAN A KNOWN STAR OF OUR TIMES
WHAT A WASTE OF TIME AS TUPAC BEGINS TO CHIME
THE GHETTO RHYTHMS JUST IN TIME FOR MS. TILMAN
TO TAP OUT A NEW HAT OF SUDDEN KNOWLEDGE OF
THE LAWS OF THE CITY WHILE THE NAACP BRIEFS
CAROL MOSELY OF THE HIDDEN AGENDA'S FOR THE
MONTH OF AN INDEPENDENCE DAY BRUNCH THAT YOU
THE PEOPLE MAY NOT ATTEND AN YET CANCEL A BET
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN 5-25-2004
2610 PROVIDENCE STREET FORT MYERS FLORIDA
RECOVERING FROM TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY
WRITING BECAME MY LIFELINE GOD BLESS CHICAGO
AND GOD BLESS AMERICA
the alarm clock loves to be set
she shrieks at me right on time
I press her snooze button
I am not ready yet
She is always ready, but she is patient
She does not argue with me or slap my hand
She does not jump up and down on my bed like my mother
She does not remind me that setting her was my idea
The next day we repeat the performance
A whittle of doubt
Pushes rain off the playground -
Gale wins the shuffle.
Shout and Holla
Holla At-cha Version
That certain swagg
that charming smile
that cool way of doing
that certain style
I got that rizz
that certain charm
the rizz
the rizz
a star is born
it is my smile
that handsome grin
model style
when I grab my chin
My music please
that's the groove
watch me do
mu thing
move for move
I got that style
that certain thang
I got the rizz
I got the rizz
the rizz is my thang
Until it's time to pop my clogs,
shuffle off this mortal coil,
I'll ensure my life is fun-filled
not just daily drudgery and toil.
As all work and no play
would make me one dull boy,
listless, senseless, bored witless,
not my Mother's pride and joy.
And so, in closing, I'm compelled to say,
"Exercise free will,
don't wait, hesitate or trust to fate,
before you're over the hill."
Having tasted substance abuse,
today in truth,
many of the young
are wasted in their youth.
But 'God damn' only the pusher
you didn't oughta
as, without the doer,
the dealer, he'd be dead in the water.
One and the same, they're both to blame,
as off each other they will feed,
the former for avarice, a.k.a., greed,
the latter for a misconceived need...
if not to allay his fears,
but cede to the pressure of his peers.
If only my life I could live over again
and the years unfold in my daily scuffle,
as at the thought of growing old,
I recoil from this mortal shuffle.
With apologies to; George Bernard Shaw (1856 – 1950) and William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Destination Bound
Road miles
Observing scenery while
Onward and forward
Cross Country
State to State
City to City
Town to Town
Up the mighty hills
Across iconic bridges over rivers
People waves through America
Rest Stops along the way
Time limit
Journey through the night
Darkness in plain sight
Driver headlight flashes to other buses
View of the Moon and stars
Travelling far
Hound Bus beats traveling by car
Journey continuation
Travel opportunity appreciation
Seeing America’s creation
Routes into another
Back roads into super highways
The Hound Bus being anybody’s getaway
Hound bus explore
Travel for sure
Arriving here and departing there
Hound bus travel instance
Travel unstoppable.
Tucked in the past
Revealed in time
The unseen deck
Shuffling between phases
Waded by fate
Chaperon with audacious dexterity
Whipping the blackness
With strings of grief
Shredding the light
Like gears, the cards turn
And so I will come to learn
Past, present, future.
Golden beams peeking,
songs of blues by the seashore;
Aghast jaws of life
rebuild an eroded beach;
The solace of the sea stills;
At peace you marvel
this melody can’t be real;
Nautical backbeat
a compass for the broken;
Soothing sorrowful band aid;
Lush foam matches drums
keeping such a sweet shuffle;
Sunshine sings backup
a gentle nudge on your mood;
Turquoise waters raise a smile.
Instead of playing your regular playlist
Just shuffle the playlists one day
And yes, you should not skip, I insist...
What wil happen now?
You will hear your least fav song first
You will be upset, but still you know
Your favourite songs are also in the list
And so you will wait for it
But next, You'll hear another least favourite
This time, you won't be upset
You will just keep calm and hear it, I bet
And again, It will play your least fav
And now, you will be enjoying this process
But you won't easily express.
You will start noticing the interesting bits
And eventually fall in love with those least hits..
Now that's what happens in life
When we know what's there for us
When we happen to guess
We certainly lack the sheer enthusiasm
So don't be too attentive
Don't plan aggressively
Don't follow the time table
Cos, if we know
What's on the row
We can't relish,
For happiness lies
in the random things...
So go shuffle your playlist
Shuffle your time table
Be beguiled
Be a curious child
Life will be interesting...
August 26 2022
New to arrive
(this is default when late)
Is a writhing mass screaming
NERVES
inside.
The exterior is wide eyes.
But in the past,
much, much worse.
Today what I'm wearing
reflects not my feelings,
but
YOURS.
My face placates
with cool even gazes.
I can see mirrors
trade places
with each one of your
FACES.
A deck of cards
in the hands
of a well practiced dealer.
Performing the shuffling
hypnotic and precise.
The hands smirk as
the cards are flicked
flying to you.
Now you are seconding guessing
THE GAME.
You are thinking
maybe dice would have been better.
Play your hand, now.
Others are placing their eyes on your head,
holding their place as they wait.
For you to see what the cards said.
A mind has irretrievably cracked,
After its owner was purposely attacked,
The fact as clear as Midday Sun
His attacker was his own son!
A doubly chilly killing discovery
That defies one to hint at possible recovery
The Attack: Son’s intended disrespect
By way of insistence to publicly inspect
And strictly every goddamned aspect
Of Daddy’s avowed honest prospect:
Daddy’s sincerity of purpose making a trifle
And he sure that his son did secret laughter stifle,
Though with a face officially contorted
Sometimes with mockery distorted …
A son impressing his having acquired
All that it clearly required
To a father’s feeling pointedly ruffle
And forewarn his dropping in the next shuffle.
Moonshine, diesel fumes, and chicken wire.
Laundry hangin’ on the line.
Bible open to the Book of Job.
Backyard thick with prickly pine.
Jacket pocket full of Red Man dip.
Work boots laced with leather thongs.
Wedding portrait on the mantel piece.
Shotgun right where it belongs.
Kettle simmers on a cast iron stove.
Faucet’s drippin’ in the sink.
Matchbook underneath the table leg,
Teacup teeters on the brink.
Cobwebs draped across a window screen.
Horseshoe nailed above a door.
Things calmed down some since the weather broke.
Same sad silence as before.
Ma’s been servin’ up the buttermilk,
Boiled potatoes in a bowl.
Pa starts eatin’ while she’s sayin’ grace.
Lets her worry ‘bout his soul.
Man might say he be a slave to love.
Women make the same complaint.
Neither really know the meaning of
What it is and what it ain’t.
Pleiades Shuffle - S
Sashay down the city street,
Sidewalks dance square sambas,
Sassy solo boogaloos
Swing steps sway then hand jive
Salsa steps won’t shuffle
Street dances stroll and stomp
Stage for cha cha congas
4-21-21
Contest: Pleiades S
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
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