Three minuuts is all me’ve got
to fix sense of it, alles not.
Whutis time in tru sens of tings
wen you and mestart to zings
of lifinluv of all that is,
or izunt, in this heady quiz?
Life’ll livun tillit diez
then whutstocomm in the skiez?
Dusto dust is whutis sade
anthen what – where dus dust go?
I dunno and don tinktha you do too.
I'd like to tinktha dust arrize – surprize!
Koment doz not define dedend.
Iznotso ezzy to defend it.
Dustit fliz, in air it blos
to landzen, feilsen, mountens too.
Life beginagin an then enden witit.
Three minuuts to hold dust in my heart.
Tinnitis is annoying, with little tings
going off in my ears, and crackles and rings.
With this noise in my head
I dread going to bed,
This affliction's such a terrible thing.
I often go for days without any pings
inside of my head, no hisses or dings;
but when they occur
I can't relax, life's a blur;
If there's ever a cure, I will sing!
You make your intelligence stings,
Because their knowledge to you stinks,
Wherever you are, your wisdom sings,
'Cos you got it abundant from the King of kings.
Even when your handsomeness blinks,
It shines brighter than the most expensive blings,
Not comparable to the values of any earthly things,
That's why wise people give your arms good clings.
With success you daily enjoy a fling,
The new arrivals in your accounts daily send your phone a ping,
It's even a broader smile when your phones ring,
Richness in your life never stops making money tings.
Emotive love is in your heart deposited in bings,
It is lots of goodness that being your friend brings,
Your greatness is appreciated by all human beings,
That's why good tidings from you can never develop wings.
There's something that I'm looking for,
a special type of place.
An island to call our home,
where my hands can hold your face
without having to hide
what this love means to us.
No worries of others knowing
and making some type of fuss,
where we walk out in the open,
your hand within mine.
Where I can say I love you
any place and any time.
Is it a place or a time?
Why does it seem so far away?
I often pray to God that I wake up
and find the time is today.
Lovesi tings
sparks stray to my soul
music-smile till passions cry
what if boredom's creep stalks us?
life stages dangled
lively talk tings like wind chimes
restored canvas tinted love
written July 16/21
For Brian Strand
Your Pick Contest
Even so, I know the
Words are hollow and,
Tings like the tumors,
I was still going to say, CRACKERBOOM!
Perhaps, now that we've sapped the guardsmen,
We may take visit to the house owner.
We can now subdue the court,
And sack the principal as well.
CRAC..KER...BOOM!!!
Kids blowing soap bubbles
Float they lazily on winds
Tosed by winds less cares
Cares tossed on the sides
Emotions hover air free as
Why do carry laden hearts
Kids blow soap laden tings
The cares are tossed aside
Tee-hee, I'm here again, jus' meef
Wit' dimples shining, chub-chub cheeks
Yous gotsta see my two new teef
(Dough dey be dwibblin' lotsa leaks)
Me hasn't got no udders yet
But dese is purrfect side-by-side
Dey always shiny, white and wet
(And sometimes get my tungy tied)
My bib is stain, dey make me dwizzle
Fwum learnin' how to use 'em wight
And when I talk my essez wizzle
(Toof Fairy brung 'em late one night)
Fer sher can't wait to really use 'em
Cuz mama says dey shine my chin
How I gotsta bite and chew some
Grow more dandies for my gwin
Oh how I wuv dese bwight new tings
And mama wuvs 'em, I can tell
She always waffs and always sings
When I bite daddy ... make him yell!
~ 5th Place ~ in the "Baby Face What's You Thinkin' 2" Poetry Contest, James Edward Lee, Sr, Judge & Sponsor.
(I used photograph number three)
my boby tings
my mind sing
my feeling is hot
i won't you alot
lets turn off the lights
AM IN THE
MOOD TONIGHT
Beat quick This rhymes so sick, its needing nursing
Flow tight off the bat there’s no rehearsing
Challenge me to a battle? bruv I’m the first in,
U shook, I see u rattle from just one verse in
Keep the day job, and tighten up ur purse strings
If there’s cash to be won, it won’t be your wins!
When I leave here I’m taking one of ur tings,
Take her the full 12 rounds until the bell rings
Unless she can’t hold out and throws the towel in
And Ill move on to that friend she brings
U watch us leave and u just left imagining
Of who what why and what might’ve been
U wish the only time u spit is when ur battling
Choke on stage cant stop urself remembering
Nervous holding back instead of diving in
Going down wasting time, start babbling
U choked then too instead of swallowing
Never leading, on a lead always following
U paid in full but boy are u still owing
Think ur a big man ting but u still growing
Pay attention to this lesson that I’m showing
U better swallow it next time u poke ur nose in.
Transportation, Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.
Transportation of schoolers, We can’t ignore
Parish Council and T.A. open the door
Dem open de door to safe highways
Drivers, come mek mi show you de way.
PLAN NUMBER ONE, yu must put in place
Watch yu speed limit, Or pólice in yu face.
But oonu inna hurry,
An oonu inna haste
Jus a grab plenty dollas
Inna dis ya rat race
Yu no realize sey dat tings no so nice
Protect de schoolers dem,
dem a fi wi special prize.
Transportation, Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.
PLAN NUMBER TWO
a telling you is true
Play wid de schoolers and yu corner really blue
Treat de pickeny dem wid plenty respect
Diginity, Courtesy and yu know de rest
All when inna yu face dem push up dem breast.
Responsibility is PLAN NUMBA THREE
Dress to impress an talk mek we see
Yu a one good driver wid nuff control
Drap de pickney dem right a school door
Transportation, Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.
Transportation, Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.
dwellings of myriad ragtag!
over the fluid moors I salute you
not hoping to see you again
till treasure of divine tings and syllables
greets the new dawn of calming noise
in shadowy slumber we remain
vaporizing as trees fall down
endlessly and expressly
averting a salvation
down the spiral of empty skulls
anarchist moods and petty pains
man is a silly thing made of flesh
not giving a damn in this mess
Give me your sick, your wounded, your damaged, your forgotten , your hopeless.
I will not Give up on them. I am not offering false hope I wont tell you lies. This isn't about salvation this is about standing up. not backing down. this is about fighting the nature of the beast. getting rid of all the tings you need least. follow me and I can show you how to rise stand by me and I will stand by you. reap what you sow and don't move to slow. keep you head up its ok to slip. just think of it as your the whip moving your soul
ok this ones a work in progress im gonna have 2 come back 2.
Wee Luck McGee, came into the pub
And the Barman started pouring a beer
"No Tanks for me, a martini you see
Is what you'll be serving right here"
Then McGee with one hand, pulled a jar from his coat
Removing the lid with the other
Plucked out the olive, and swilled down the Gin
Then abruptly ordered another
With each martini he knocked back with cheer
An olive was placed in the jar
And when it got filled, He screwed on the lid
Then started to walk from the bar
But the barman called out "What's that about ?"
To McGee with the jar he did cling
"It's me Mrs you know, she told me to go
And get Her a jar of these tings"
I wish ta be happy happy
Not crappy crappy
It's becum easier since becumen a pappy
With a we baby on me lappy
Some tink me silly and a bit sappy
I don't even mind changin his nappy
It's funny da weird tings dat make me happy!
I like ta dress him up
Not wantin him ta be shabby
and reflect badly on his mammy
So on is head I place da cutest cappy
He loves ta laugh, in da breeze dis cappy is flappy
How could I be anythin udder den happy
Me an baby an his sweet little mammy!
For Casarah's get happy 101 contest.
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