Abattoir, thy cover black:
Written in red blood:
Spells within thy fabled stack?
Mud, become a flood.
Now to brew some trouble, sirs!
Grab some land up high!
Mother Entropy murmurs!
Chaos, keeping dry?
Unleash the primal forces!
O rivers, running red?
Looking dark in our sources!
Humanity, bed!
Tympani, tornado.
Quahog clam, pie of quince.
Groundhog, shadow? Even so.
Four leaf clover mints.
Raspberry bush, hollyhock.
Gather well, honeybee.
Belladonna, blighted balk.
Vile the vintage, flea.
Schedule, on the third weekday.
Doom and disarray.
Debts cyclopean, repay.
Help them lose their way.
Dismay, dismantling. Starling:
Mournfully sheep sing.
Monsters love. To altar bring.
Machine, maddening...
Sting of sadness, great is grief.
Strong beyond belief!
Lawyer, judge, thy legal brief?
Coral, build a reef.
Activate, O anodyne.
Free me from the past.
Thought she was a friend of mine?
Hempen rope, thy mast.
Welling up inside you, thus:
Hell, thy fires surround.
Heaven, how I hate! Minus:
All above the ground!
Pain, you spring eternal.
Contentment, you're a drug.
Commands of the kernel?
Diurnal life, zwangzug.
If you dwell in daylight:
The sight of you will tempt.
Fate, thy bite! Fine fight or flight!
Poison, just pre-empt!
Predator, thy fairest face!
Golden is such grace!
O coyote, choose the chase!
Decency displace!
Wind, thy salmon-running ways!
Mate within the maze?
How indeed, sirs, nerves a-frays!
Priceless how it pays!
Space, open a portal.
I wish away to fly.
Demons of the void, stay full?
Anyhow, we try.
Singularities, deep freeze?
Well, we're off our knees.
All day long we're scratching fleas?
Saying please? At ease...
Sirs, my hands are aloft in greetings
I salute you
My legs are together in attention
I hail you
My hat is off my head
I revere you
I thank you with the two greatest things I have:
My heart and my soul
Like the aggressor who lacked the edge to wear you down,
I lack the words to say thank you.
My heart and soul which you have touched so dearly
Do so for me.
Harpsichord in heaven?
Cubic or spherical?
Bread, O baker? Leaven.
Just flicker as you fall...
Dancing lights apace in space?
Watch them in her face.
Ghost, vanish without a trace!
Gold, case, carapace!
Desert floor in winter?
No more than one inch, snow.
Shredder, got a splinter?
Tormented, O my foe.
Panels, dance about the night!
Sparks in porcelain!
Falcon, gather wind in flight!
How we'll meet again...
Yellow eyed priest, bid the feast!
Shepherd, are ye fleeced?
Squire, page, are the wheels a-greased?
Only if they're pieced.
Connect, O my fibers!
Build high the city walls!
If they're born to jibe, sirs;
They're bound for taking falls.
Tyrant of the borderland?
Show them how we stand!
Crush them in thy hardest hand!
Order countermand!
Silence in the place of whole?
Remotely control.
Ye gods, what is mortal soul?
Golden light a-bowl.
November 22 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Acts 27-28
Key Verse – Acts 27:25 Wherefore, sirs, be of good cheer: for I believe God, that it shall be even as it was told me.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CHEERING US
WITH HIS GOODNESS
Praise be to God for cheering us with His goodness despite:
Oppositions opening ridicules
Opponents offering reproaches
Oppressions optimizing their restraints
Objections ostracizing us in their rebukes
Outcomes overwhelming us with reproofs
Acts 28:15 Praise be to the Lord for
giving us courage so we can:
Achieve with commitment by His graciousness
Accept challenges through His goodness
Act along character of gratefulness
Avoid carnality that is grievous
Accomplish for Christ’s glory
Acts 28:38 Praise be to the Saviour for
allowing us to preach His kingdom while:
Trusting His timeliness
Teaching about His truth
Toiling midst tests and trials
Testifying along His trustworthiness
Treading upon His turf and tarrying in His temple. Amen!
November 22, 2024
*Image of Remembering Sirs & AUDIO To Sir with Love by Lulu.
To Sirs with Love Clerihew
Christian Charles Roberts,
One of the converts,
Sir Sidney Portier's
East End school proteges.
2023 January 07
*3rd Place*
BRIAN STRAND CONTEST NO 1167
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2023 January 09
*HMS.
He had played the class hoodlum, Denham, in the movie, "To Sir with Love," with the decedent, Sidney Portier.
Undisclosed particulars of his passing, leaving behind his wife Christine whom he had married on 12/26/73, 49 years ago to the day, also leaving behind two children (03/17/44-12/26/22) at 78 years old.
*Image of Girl About Red by Pixabay.
Lady In Red
When I let one loose in the elevator ...
three men decided it was best they parted
as each of them began to size each other
none of them knew who had really farted.
I thought it would be best for it to be said
"*Messieurs, when the doors open the smell will pass ..."
at that, doors opened and the lady in red
went on to say, "... excuse **moi for passing gas."
*Messieurs; French for Gentlemen/Sirs
**moi; French for me
2021 August 01
*1st Place*
When I Let One Loose In The Elevator
~~charles messina: Judged 2021 August 09
*3rd Place*
Your Favorite Rhyme Poem in August 2021
~~Constance La France: Judged 2021 September 02
To love others, in fact's the best way to love God,
For humanity's love is His essence,
While the child in us thinks that the grown-up mind stinks,
Our best thinking proves our adolescence.
God has given you life, all the joy that you've known,
Most the pain that you feel self-inflicted,
But you blame Him (agreed?) when life lessons you need,
To 'fake love' for yourself still addicted.
Love defending yourself? Well, your client's a fool,
For what remedy's better than Grace Sirs?
Feel the warmth of love bloom when you stay in the room
And delight in the joy of God's answers.
Brian Johnston
3rd of August 2018
"Wood Yukon sitter cheek and rums ticks," Kay tasked.
"Gnome am," Pea tour re-plyed.
"Wye knot?" Kay tasks.
"Beek us eye cants tanned cheek an," Pea tour an sirs.
"Nope rob," myrrh myrrhs Kate, diss up point ed lee.
"Due ewe no how-do cooks take?" Pea tour vent sures.
"Sherbet eye awl weighs may ache miss steaks," Kay tan sirs.
"Tube add...Sew buy, sea ya," man a jests Pea tour.
"Add you," off hers Kate.
'Fee Knee Seam Oh'
Everette E. Hill
1899-1915
Tyrus Cobb of the Tigers.
Honus Wagner of the Pirates.
To simply see those two hit a baseball,
Well, that would have made my last day alive, worth living.
To watch those two run the bases, like crazed jackrabbits,
Well, that would have made my death, worth dying.
To see those two heaving a baseball ninety feet,
Like General Washington pitching that silver dollar like he did,
Well, that would have made my entire life, worth repeating.
“Oh Tyrus and Hons! American deities indeed!
I call forth your honored spirits in respectful homage!
I summon you both to this invocation of the baseball gods!
Come forth ye warriors of the American Diamond!
Show us please your grip and your glove. Each!
Show us please your stance and your swing. Each!
Kindly know sirs, that we shall relish with fervor,
Your tales of the great games, and the long-ago seasons.
We shall nod in agreement to every word you say! Each!”
Indeed! I remember those two the most, while alive.
Tyrus Cobb of the Tigers,
Honus Wagner of the Pirates.
When the oaks wrap themselves in patchwork stoles
and from umber trunks, crimson gems ignite,
the love for Autumn's fire burns in our souls.
A frosty, pumpkin sunrise brings to light,
magnificent arrays of hues so bright.
Oh! The spectacle Mother Nature's made!
She throws confetti; Autumn on parade.
Amber smiles meet with cinnamon kisses;
spiced, hot apple cider for Sirs and Dames.
Through saffron fields, stroll Misters and Misses
on their way to homecoming football games;
Alumni cheering around bonfire flames.
Fun with family, old friends and neighbors.
Ginger my senses; warm Autumn flavors.
09/07/2017
Contest: Autumn Rhyme Royal
Sponsor: Dale Gregory Cozart
Smell Clean!
Sometimes
no rhymes
do we
all see.
Blogs read
instead
can be
ugly.
Some peeps
are creeps.
So sly -
they spy
like moles
in holes.
Yes, sirs,
those curs
bait lambs
and ma’mes.
Some joke
with folk
or tease
blog-ees
Don’t mind
those kind!
But they
can say
mean things
with zings
to poke
at folk;
start fight -
they bite!
As hogs
at blogs
they squeal
to feel
like Kings
of things.
Beware
them there.
Shy guys,
be wise.
Just stay
away.
Trolls might
one night
just roam
your poem;
slam it;
say sh#@.
I think
they stink
with words
like turds.
Advice:
Be nice.
Smell clean,
not mean!
Written March 20, 2017 for Jan Allison's Fabulous Fun Footles Contest
......" Ministers think " ......
Ok people in power I,ve had a stroke ,
So what you gonna do to get my vote ,
I,m not so bothered about material wealth,
All I want is better services for ones health,
And more awareness for after care,
Not hospitals and nurses stripped bare ,
It's not all about satistics and numbers ,
Or about you being honery sirs ,
You always say for the country your doing the best,
Well it's about time you thought of the rest,
It's not about the north and south divide
For that's some thing that you can never hide,
It's about putting money where your mouth is ,
And backing health not just making a list,
Don't talk down to us like we don't understand,
You try coping with only one working hand ,
Try having to live by taking your daily pills ,
Or worrying how your going to pay the bills ,
You have broken your promises over and over again,
And quite frankly you are all the same ,
So start thinking of health and what you would do ,
If someone had a stroke that was dear to you,
And people need to know to be more a ware ,
For only then can they realy care ,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It would be fun to
picture me
In the 18th century
Sirs and
Madaam's--Friendly
faces
Visiting the unique
places
Like saloons where I
will find
Folks of every
different kind
Piano tunes are
entertaining
Cards, darts,
pool--all kinds of
gaming
A bartender filling
glasses
Outside a horse and
buggy passes
Holsters carry guns
a lot
Tobacco spit in
shiny pots
Fancy clothes on
dancing girls
Taking cowboys for a
twirl
Spurs on boots and
cowboy hats
Seeing touches in
tight chaps
Drunks are acting
like a fool
Card cheating leads
to a dual
A time and place
that's never boring
It would be very
alluring
To turn back the
clock to be
Part of this special
history
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