Donkeys are known for their sheer stubborness;
determination beyond compare.
I see three "saints" for donkeys, nonetheless -
Mary's transport to Bethlehem's square
and Balaam's unique donkey, quite rare.
Mary's donkey is not mentioned per se
in God’s Word, but I don’t think she walked.
Balaam’s donkey saw an angel guarding the way.
After two beatings, he sat down and balked;
and in self-defense that poor donkey talked.
Balaam had not seen the angel’s drawn sword
warning him not to return to Balak.
Now he was told to speak only God’s words.
And what of the donkey? now on a sidetrack -
I hope Balaam had some treats in his knapsack.
There IS one more donkey, I should mention,
the one who carried Christ to Jerusalem
near the end of His salvation mission.
The foal of a donkey, a colt bore Him
to His venue of death and human mayhem.
Only God Knows Why
Miracle Man
2/21/2024
Sometimes I sit wondering why I’m still here?
Perhaps for that one which I alone might reach.
I pray my testimony they won’t mishear,
for my life’s the only sermon I can preach.
From imminent death God chose to bring me back,
armed with a witness with others to be shared.
Even though Satan, at time's, tries to sidetrack,
God makes opportunity, I'll be prepared.
Here come old grandpa
He come movin' up slowly
He got, big-a-belly
He got, roley-poley
He got, hair...on his ears
He got to be a grandpa he lived so many years
He drink- no more, moonshine
He got, gout toeitus
He got, monkey back
He shoot, insulin
He say, I don't... remember you
One thing he should know is that he's one hundred and two
He lacks production
He got, two sets of dentures
He got, always sidetrack
He got, soup and crackers
He got, gout, down...on his feet
Sitting in his wheelchair he's got old-age disease
Does he remember, right now- he's one hundred and two
He can't use a toaster
He got, cold- needs a warming
He got, dementia
He lost, mojo filter
He say, one and one and one is four
Got to be dementia 'cause he can't add anymore
Does he remember, right now, he's one hundred and two
Near my house in the back,
bit lost on a sidetrack,
along the grassy track.
Turned a bit to backtrack,
closer is the right tack,
near my house in the back.
Yet things went out of whack,
more lost was a setback,
along the grassy track.
I put on a soundtrack,
and I thought to kickback,
near my house in the back.
Thought of how'd I attack
then there was a throwback,
along the grassy track.
A song that I playback,
"Get right back" ... [Bleep] (wisecrack)
near my house in the back,
along the grassy track.
In a world of filled of hate
Love is not the enough
We need a clean slate
We need to keep the Black life Matters
Movement, going to make a change
We have given up on believing
The superior, then there is the inferior
The rich and then there is the poor
The celebrities and there is the followers
Then comes action, follow by reactions:
Politics and politicians: riots and bigots
Beam us up Scotty: beam then down Lucifer
Lord of the Darkness …….
forces of chaos on Earth and in the netherworld.
I read this morning that Kanye W
Is thanking the lord for his $68 million refund
Here I am thanking the lord this morning
Not to be gun down, by the drifters
Or the boom, boom nightly firecrackers
Or to be sidetrack by mad ass co-workers,
Only if peace would come sooner,
And haters would vanish…..
Like the children of Hamlet town
Who owes the piper , should the darn pied piper
All things can tempt me~ I'm a scatter brain
Trying to focus causes a degree of pain
Distracted by a yummy treat or herbal tea
The slightest sounds arouse and sidetrack me
It's all too easy to sway my concentration
Toying with convoluted laws of attraction
My attention spins often on a dime
It doesn't take much for me to waste my time
That's why I prefer to ignore the phone
And keep working on building me a clone
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Knick Knack Paddy Whack
Can’t take back a wisecrack
If you wanna be a crackerjack
Earn a greenback from blackjack
Gotta buyback your backpack
Need to blister pack your flapjacks
Evident ebbing of drawbacks
Raises the bar for the sad sacks
The good life, so Kodak
So long as you don’t sidetrack
Selfie people hide in haystacks
Hoarding their golden tie tacks
Shall we ponder how to give back
Go beyond the dusty knickknack
Respect deserves a worthy payback
Not a flimsy whimsy kickback
Society requests a comeback
What on her disgruntle to sidetrack my dear love-
When by all means all hers are the mainspring of my joy?
Her face; yea, hers, is the mellow effulgence of moon
That sweeps away malaise out of my face
Her smiles are the wellspring of my joy
That deluge me with utter merriment
Her voice is the musical warble of my day
That hum me melodies of comfort and solace
Now all her cascading tears; give them to me
They are the quencher I slurp for my emotional aridity
O ours is the entiwed souls tried-and-true
For all she gives I atone equally
Good and bad we stick like a cockle burr in a sheep's coat
In her galling dejection--when she is as weak as a clay pigeon,
My arms I stretch for her bulwark
And I relieve seeing her guffaw like a first swimmer duckling
Who lay her hassock when she topples?
Or where else on earth is the assuagement to her throes?
Summer, delightful smells of fresh lilac
lavender, mind beginning to sidetrack,
melodious sounds, busy honey bees
circling around blossoming Lemon trees,
clear fresh aquamarine slow flowing stream
reflecting sky of deep cerulean,
chartreuse aquatic plants that gently stroke
smooth coral pebbles under yellow oak,
bright saffron celestial star, water gleams
watermelon red, orange tangerine.
Seasonal color contest.
08/08/2017.
I need to quit wasting my time and letting people distract me people who try to Sidetrack me they are not my friends nothing gets done willpower will dwarf any negative Force or energy so Point your fingers your cameras and you're disdain at me because I am you and we are us, character alone speaks my battles it's a hard fight for him or her being alone in the dark with only God watching I no longer listen to random conversation I refuse to let the confusion of the world's Sleepwalkers affect Me so now I'm going blind to see.
This Craft
My Little Sidetrack
The Hair of the Equine
So Beautifully Strong
A Symbol of their Noble Worth
From which I fashion Creations for your Adornment
For some a Humble Trinket
of a Creature they Adore
For some a Lasting Bond
to the One whom they Adored
Each Strand between my fingers
Carefully laid, Carefully made
I twist and weave Memories into Love's Last Locks
-a hobby of mine...
Greener Pasture Creations Horse Hair Jewelry
Was his theme song to his life story
An old record...from present to history
A soundtrack
To any sidetrack...on his block
To his black...and back from his black
He knew the words
As though he had written them
He loved the melody...it composed him
As though he was the instrument
The best swing of his golf club...on the green!
His heart melted...it consumed him
And nothing mattered
Or even existed...for he was lost
He was overcome
By a force he couldn’t fathom
But that he couln't deny and he openly welcomed
It drove his soul to the highway and beyond
It abandoned his inhibitions
It stripped him off his pride
The excitement returned him to child
To innocence...to how he met my mother
Time stood still
Nothing existed...through the chorus
It posessed him utterly and completely
Only when he reached the climax
Did he think all this naive
But I saw his withdrawing tears
His raw menhood...his true blood
And for a song duration
We connected a generation
Father and son...through Dobie Gray
Happy Father’s Day
Ngoma Sr.
It's date night,
in the car, going to the movies,
I begin to cry,
Try to hold back,
cant fight the insides,
salt, salt, and more salt covers my cheeks,
Want to see this movie,
spend time with my man
...this will pass in a minute,
Don't want to wreck happy times,
I've been holding it in,
Holding it in too long,
somethings is definitely wrong,
I admit defeat,
signs on the freeway seem weak,
I'm trying to sidetrack myself,
make this stop,
my sadness keeps coming out on top,
why now, why not later,
why is he ruining this,
I don't like this behavior,
this is what happens when I ignore the obvious,
He'll be with me for life...I'll never get over his bite.
The world can sputter around us,
deject and confound us
topple us up one side and right down the other
but I'll still be me and you'll still be you.
The people we love can abhor us,
can coddle too much or ignore us
verbalize truths which would be best if kept hidden
but I'll always know the deep value in you.
Our bodies can start to waylay us
twist cripple, and scold us
turn chestnut hair grey and blond locks to sand
but I will still see the youth in you.
Our minds can confuse us
turn limp and sidetrack us
replay our old memories like black and white films
but I'll never forget the real image of you.
Death may betray us,
may break up and dismay us
take one of us first to the deepest of sleeps
but I'll be waiting one way or another, and I'm guessing, that you will be too.