What do a Jeep, a Ford and a Chevy have in common?
Wheels, air, heat, dashboard, chrome, bumpers, seats,
Steering wheel, headlights, tail lights.
I start to wind down on my guesswork.
He does not nod so I start up again.
Tires, hoods, knobs, door locks, door handles
Keep going he says
Engines, carburetors, windshield wipers.
I can see him shaking his head no
Go on, he says.
But I do not want to.
Do not go to that private school,
It will affect your mental health,
While the education is full of wealth,
Do not put yourself on that shelf,
That shelf is isolated and docile,
Alone despite being surrounded,
A dumb decision to make as a fool,
Used as a tool to start up something new,
Faced with issues many refuse to acknowledge,
So many times I wanted to fall in,
Fall in a pit where i could weep for hours,
Only to be woken by the same sound of laughter,
Laughter at things that make me cringe,
So many times i reached out and wanted to give in,
A school prized on being safe for all,
All who shared the same skin color had a ball,
Being the pepper in the salt I stood out like a sore thumb,
Many thought the world moved past this,
But some cling on
The old songs can make me cry
As those memories go floating by
Those times still ring true
On the dance floor swaying with you
They start up and I know
Where the music will make me go
It’s the darkened room with you so close
That’s the time I like the most
I suppose you sometimes wonder
As I close my eyes and wander
Does he still love me better than the rest
But you are still my girl best.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The old songs can make me cry
As those memories go floating by
Those times still ring true
On the dance floor swaying with you
They start up and I know
Where the music will make me go
It’s the darkened room with you so close
That’s the time I like the most
I suppose you sometimes wonder
As I close my eyes and wander
Does he still love me better than the rest
But you are still my girl best.
© Paul Warren Poetry
On this quiet and gentle winter morning of
February 20 at 7:20, I watched my front porch
fan-blades being slowly moved by the wind which
pushed the blades in a counter-clockwise direction.
In a very mild wind-flow, the velocity changed
back and forth and occasionally stopped briefly
as if needing a moment to decide, only to
start up again in the same direction.
Some weeks ago, I observed this phenomenon and noted
that the fan blade completely stopped briefly and changed
directions. However, it seemed clear then and now that
there is a preference to a counter-clockwise direction.
I tell you, this fan- blades observing has caused me pause
I am now compelled to ponder my way forward in a
gentle God-based flow of spiritual wind and pursue
a course with a consistency of direction
Special soul....Come on over I'll let you know... I see all your beauty
It's the infinite roll...
I'm here without you
Love takes it's toll
Love takes it's toll
Love takes it's toll
Church bells ringing
I'm hoping I'm believing
That
Maybe some Summer day you'll come my way
Love takes it's toll
Love takes it's toll
Always and again my doors opened
Come on in
Maybe soft candle light
Maybe a love struck passion night
I'm waiting here
My patients are running thin
Can we stop to start up again
Love takes it's toll
Love takes it's toll
Love takes it's toll
Love takes it's toll
The Trails of Sanity
Why do I care if the disturber carries on
Why is it I cannot just wait it out, bide my time
Be more mindful, try and bond
Embrace what I don’t understand
Welcome the scorching taste in my mouth
I wait, I watch, and watch and wait
what seems a millennium
The afterglow of embers still burn
Just sit tight…
The day ends with a tug on the swatch
of the backpack, I doff it off my shoulders
I hear the trifles start up once more behind me
As my eyes wander upwards
As the Rigel star taps into my soul
As I surrender inward, a whispering voice
cues consolingly…
Here you are
Mind at ease
Free
Summer is over; kids are back at school;
Everyone is thankful for the cool nights.
People are beginning to drain their pool,
Thankful, there are no more mosquito bites.
Each day is shorter than the day before,
Moving closer to Autumn's color change.
But the forest is still green at its core;
Even though the lack of songbirds seems strange.
Red tinges are spreading amongst the leaves;
Fall is now entering its start-up stage.
And people are unrolling their shirtsleeves,
Like they're getting ready to flip the page.
Little things keep September in my heart;
Such as the fact, Fall is about to start.
Seabull baste the coup de faste
Infectudo goncerotia gonzo
Ron done wrong and was corrected for it
Foresca fiesta frescoe fiskars deshthroes kiskstar
By Start Up bark slarm no harm done to a cherry tree
Wood freeze it ASAP keep it the cooler like Texas does
Drip Diamonds in flex fuel beef it up
Life ex[pands its expectancy
Drims sound cool up pull up pull off a coup or live miserable
Defective decendant A Bravis son
Don't Davis me saveth her ass for special occasion
Dip set throuh the Tip saw
The e·lic·it replenished diceptiva
Trek or ball inflate streamed in time
Coup de FeD Framas Grace fluent in the gruesome scene of a Frogman
Resital dial it quick Sentry's kept of dialpads
Weapons weekly I used my deceptive mind zone
Introspective friers as WASAP
Wichita sounds like Wise county
Gileads crosspath
Roused by a rude jolt
I start up from my half-slumber.
Utterly clueless I move about
clinging to my pet delusions
in complete darkness of my past
coming after me swinging a truncheon…
I vaguely hear screams and yells
hurled at me some time before
echoing in my memory’s vault
as from a distant past.
But yesterday seemed like a bowl of cheesecake
the food of love served on a gold plate;
but today my startled eyes flit over
milestones giving way to milestones…
Life is a squeezed rubber ball
that retrieves its shape before rolling on.
Daytime light sign hey and I'm
There to find the right kind
and they all sway
Day okay and yey yeah say there
This is daytime delight! Aaaaandd!
ah. I MIGHT HAVE TO HIT ' EM
HARDER TURN THE BASS UP!
STOMP AND START UP!!! WAY UP!
SHUT UP! WHAT'S UP! CATCH UP!
KEEP YOUR HEAD UP! WAY UP!
TWO PLUS TOOO
HAA! WHATYA DO WHAT TOO DO!
THIS IS POETRY! MUSIC MISTRO!
YEAH! WORDS ARE WORTH THEIR
WEALTH AND WORLDS. WORLDS
WORLDS....
THIS IS POETRY!
VBR Black Pantherrrr!!! JET BLACK
Answerer!
I am young but I have grown up
some, and with a new job set up
now, plus home and car all got up
here, thanks to how I was brought up.
Interviewed with the higher-up
then, the foreman and I met up
and, got things before I start up,
turned, the crew gave me a thumbs up.
The work, like my past jobs, speed-up
so I had no time to warm up
cause, 'twas busy now we're caught up
in time for lunch, we all eat up.
'Twas a great first day as we wind up,
... byes and smiles that just lift me up.
The youth just wake up with nothing to do
They do send out cvs but they are never called for any interview
Day in and day out they are aging
Everyday, they wonder when is their situation changing
And the government refuses to hire anyone above 35 years of age
Prices are sky high, we cant afford the few necessities with the current minimum wage
The country is run by old peoole who known nothing about the youth
A cabinet of old goons who know no truth
Employment is meant for those with connection
Too many youth are graduating but will only stay at home with their hard earned qualification
Another day, another degree gathering dust
Corruption and nepotism in my country is like cancer, its spreading fast
Fresh business ideas with no one to fund or any start up cash
The system is setting up the youth for huge failure and we will crash
Written By Innocent Maatjie
If in doubt about what to do,
Start up yet another charity,
And ask donors to use their credit cards,
That should ease a conscience or two.
If in doubt about what to do,
Build an even bigger sports stadium,
That should take their mind off the housing shortage.
If in doubt about what to do,
Earmark millions for a purpose built children's playground,
Where they can exercise and lose weight after a hearty breakfast,
courtesy of the local food-bank.
If in doubt about what to do,
Put in another 50 kilometres of cycle way,
That can withstand a 1 in 100 year climatic event,
In a city that is wind pron and on a major fault line,
Lack of road maintenance funds will justify the project.
If in doubt about what to do,
Don't forget to smile,
As you usher in a new era of prosperity.
Jesus became the life within a sea of dead pixels
The programmers believed it was just a glitch
Because they could not fathom life returning
For it ripped apart the code of the cosmos
The awakening was no simulation or virus
It was the unveiling of intro and credits
The start-up and switching off of all things
Jesus became the life returned and what life brings
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