Battle axe (For the 2nd Half) ... "At last!"
Way too fast past the rescue rascal hassling haphazardly mastered dastardly bastards' fractions of captioning cast iron spiraling wired wax on wax off golf cart Bart Simpson minced garlic cubes boob tube huge goober schooner dooms Days Taser taker wafer run stun gun NOT funny honey bun for one shunned lonesome wholesome quotient potion grunt of a stunt punt the ball into mid autumn leaves fall raking reiki draped date maker place mat patty whack hacky sack crap slapped happy tap dance romance slanted jambalaya riot spliced mice diet quiet cheese, please teases on both knees bereavement easing Fort Leavenworth girth that brings birth to twerk twerps slurred slurping squirts of hurting beef Jerky lurching around the church yard disbarred and charred crash cars 100 yards too far to see scars Mars rover Range Rover Red rover come over 4 leaf clover lawn mower seed Sower leaf blower as NOT just another voter devotional spokesperson swerving tertiary but too scary hairy fairy blue berry merry go round sage turns the page safe and sound clown town brown bag the sandwich fad dude and all of that...
Her bicycle has carried her many miles. She
is here now in a sacred place where leaves
are falling. She's here now, settling near my
heart. Pan flute notes float mid-air, then
settle on the path. Her warmth, a warm
summer day; her voice, a picnic of words;
her presence, a gathering of doves.
She ascends now: swirling spokesperson
pedals on to do her work. I love her comings,
her goings. Her bicycle carries her many miles.
She is faithful to her humanity.
Moon Harp
The Danish Mermaid
The famous mermaid of Denmark we know well
a grey figure, the color of seals with breasts
That was not seen as a threat to anyone's sensibility
I have described the old mermaid, I didn't know
There was a new one, whose large, sexy **** had
caused uproar among the female population in
the democratic kingdom of Denmark
The spokesperson for women claims that women
do not look that voluptuous and want the statue
removed from public display, shielded from eyes
of lust of men who know what, 22 years old
looks like in hushed evening light
The women of power who run the charming land
have prudish tendencies and will not upset their
sisters showing what a young woman looks like
sexy and full of life
Iridescent sea glass is spit out onto warm sand
Without fanfare, no spokesperson, no brass band
Milky creamy beach rocks, in no way bland
Stacked in a gorgeous pile, rocks polished and fanned.
No arrests have been made yet,
but an investigation and manhunt for the suspects are underway,” says police spokesperson
Col Mavela Masondo in a statement.
The family of the deceased was in Cape Town
when they tried to contact him but he could not be reached, a family friend went to check up on Gordin.“Upon arrival, she found the back door of the main house locked and the key of the door was in the lock on the outside, she entered the house and discovered that it was ransacked,” journalist was already dead with multiple injuries.A television and Gordin’s car were stolen.
We follow Jesus's lesson,
For He is the main reason,
We have survived this season.
He's a saviour with no comparison,
A rock that was rejected by mason,
And later became the cornerstone.
Through Him we survived knife edges,
After our enemies made the false alleges,
By His power were able to turn the pages,
He helped us break out of their traps 'n' cages,
And left them confused with fuming rages,
He has been gracious throughout the ages.
Practice living in ways of a Christian,
And always be the Lord's spokesperson,
Whether you are a driver or a pedestrian,
Preach the gospel if you are a musician,
Acknowledge Him, be proud of your religion,
Believe that He will bless you and say Amen.
©Kelmwa
BADSEEDPRESS is a fabricated enterprise.
Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench are invented characters,
as are all the other players identified herein as having
had a role in the sweet soul seduction of this sad luck,
rum-soaked dame of a book.
The entire contents of this volume is the product
of the imagination of M. Kalavik. It was all his idea.
BADSEEDPRESS accepts no responsibility
for anything other than words on a page,
but we would like to thank the many sponsors
whose advertisements have acted as fertilizer
spread among the lyrical furrows of this fictional funny farm.
Without their support, this project might not have been thought possible.
We’re all just in it for the money.
Brent Scorn
Non-attorney Spokesperson
BADSEEDPRESS
IT WAS A PASS
A DREAM
TRAVELED DOWN A HORRIBLE SCENE
FIRES AND NOISES
CRIES, WITH TERRIBLE FLAMES
UNKNOWN NAMES
A DARK SCENE
A NON WAY OUT
CRIES WERE LOUD
CREATURES RUNNING
A DOWN ELEVATOR
DOOR CLOSES SHUT
DISFIGURED FACES
BODIES BURNING
A NON STOP PAIN
AN EVERLASTING HURTING
TORTURED, NO END
LIFE IS AT A TERRIBLE SPIN
FIRES WERE HIGH
A NON VISUAL SKY
EYES LIFTED WITH SORROW
A NON THINK OF TOMORROW
A DREAM
A SCARY SCENE
REALITY CAME IN
HELL WAS REAL
A LIFE IN HELL
THAT IS SEALED
AWAKEN FROM THE SCENE
REPENTED, A NEW LIFE
ONCE LIVED SAVED AGAIN.
A CHRISTIAN
WITH A CAUSE
SURRENDERED
RE-ENTERED
A NEW JOURNEY PATH
UNTIL THE LAST.
A TEACHER
A PREACHER
A MINISTER
A PHILANTHROPIST
A SPOKESPERSON
A DOCTOR
A COUNSELOR
A PURPOSE
A PERSON WITH ETERNAL LIFE
GIVING ALL PRAISES TO THE HIGHEST OF MOST
JESUS, JESUS, JESUS
THE KING OF EVERYTHING.
The love from these bigger versions of him is unparalleled
he has dad, mum and big sister, what an absolute colourway
for making his important existence temporize
the heavens know he needed this care, gratitude to his spokesperson
jumping from breast to chest to shoulders, what a bliss!
Passing through training, well cooked and garnished
enjoyment in full, even when comfort is febrile.
Comfortably picking his traits while on a piggy back
fine growth, in steady calibration is ongoing
oh no! Bigger is he for these pillars to gradually fade
another is born, the break is permanent
now a broader shoulder he is, the acquired strength he must revive.
To speak for those, who no longer have a voice,
were I to get it wrong, would they really have a choice?
No.., they didn't choose me as spokesperson, why would they?
I am not clairvoyant.
But they haunt my dreams still...cause me to rise, plead me to look back.
They won't let me alone, point in fact.
“I am waiting patiently. Goodbye my darlings"
Bill didn't have enough water to write much more than this.
Born on Valentine's day, with his heart set on Chubby,
eight days to dwell on a love that almost was, now missed.
Mia was a sad-eyed beauty, there's no denying that.,
she never got free the shadow cast, Ernie's early demise.
Though a mother's love, given and reciprocated,
found a fondness binding, throughout her short life.
Marty made the day special for friends and family,
never thinking of himself, a miracle and twin borne.
Forsaken in life's wishes, called only for justice seen,
lived life fitting of a brother they'll always mourn.
Save up the coins for the ferryman while you still can,
the days will bring swift recounting.
Leave lasting memory for love's empty hand,
and debts of the heart ever surmounting.
Jayaha, the ameoba for the chemistry lab, was shy but she had a cause
She had a mission – she wanted to be emancipated
She asked me to be her spokesperson
Because she sensed I was a girl who would not say no
I was young then, and she was right.
My lab partner had gone to the bathroom when I got my chance at the microscope.
Jayaha was waving a sign that said “help me!”
She was holding it with the tiniest pseudopod I had ever seen.
By the time my partner got back Jayaha was in a slide in my pocket.
Why couldn’t she stand up to her relatives herself you ask?
Have you forgotten that ameoba has no backbone?
Written 5/18/2019
Poetry Contest: Dial it Back
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
A path I never towed
Has no trace of my foot print
Only those that destiny bid me
I have walked and paid my fee.
It is only destiny
That can lift a man
Towards that path he dreads
And circumstances push him
Towards it for his daily bread.
The path I now tow
Is a path I never thought
Just as a farmer dreads the sea
And as the fisherman dreads the flea
While both ended opposite directions
Doing that they dread to perfection.
A Cobbler
Tomorrow may become a Mason,
A Teacher
Tomorrow may become a Spokesperson
And a Servant
Tomorrow may take the place of his master.
A path I never towed
Out of fear and ignorance
And out of what opportunities it beholds
May someday spread its heart before me
Hoping that I am prepared to hold its key.
© Ayinla, Muyideen Adeleke 2019
Picture this
Meeting with forty-three women
Two men
Six at each table
An extra squeezed in to one.
Picture this
I always sit by the loudest and proudest
The most egotistical
The one who always gladly shouts out every answer
Sometimes wrong
Sometimes right
Does not count the wrong ones.
Even if we laugh
Picture this
Loud and proud at another table
Selects herself to be spokesperson
Suddenly realizes she has done the task incorrectly
Turns on a co-worker and yells
“YOU SAT THERE AND WATCHED ME DO THIS ALL WRONG!”
Not once, but twice. Screamer's face turns tomato.
Nervous laughter.
Except me.
I was laughing flat out
Loud and proud
Great for any meeting
Jali, jeli
African historian
You’re a storyteller;
Praise singer;griot
Griot, jali, jeli
You’re a storyteller;
Singing, telling your tales;
Words songs in harmony wails;
Poet or musician;
Oral repository tradition;
Seen often as leader;
Advisor to royal personages;
Kings and Queens
Jali, jeli
African historian
You’re a storyteller;
Praise singer;
Sometimes called a bard;
Lyrics and words taking charge;
Peoples of West Africa;
Captured into bondage;
People of the kingdom;
Chained placed in boats to be shipped to a new far land;
I am a Jali, jeli
African historian
You’re a storyteller;
Praise singer;
Griot, jali, jeli
Composer, Diplomat;
Historian, Interpreter, musician;
Peace maker, praise singer;
I am
Poet, spokesperson, Teacher, translator;
Witness, warrior
Griot, jali, jeli
I am, I am
Jali, jeli
African historian
You’re a storyteller;
Praise singer;
10/17/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
E-arnest spokesperson
D-eclares the truth about God,
W-ithout any doubt,
I-n proclaiming the gospel,
L-ife eternal is promised.
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Edwil Zabala (March 17)
Form: Acrostic Tanka
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