To all the Misters
Who thought me a sister
Who found me a bore
In which to abhor.
Who tolerated me in "loving" pursuit of something "else"
Than "love 'til death do us part" as chimes
The whimsical of chapel wedding bells:
I do apologize for having stayed so long
I wish you well, though I dismissed you "gone"
Please do know...from the depth of my soul
I wouldn't have stayed so very long
But, if I did over-welcome my stay., I'll just have you know
I only did embedding the simple thought deep in my soul
That YOU were suitable for me to build MY dream,
Fulfill my goals and visions - yet unforeseen
First thing's first: A "safe" haven is what you miss
All for YOUR exchange altar-trade - a dollar for a kiss....
My mind is heavy like the whole cosmos,
A wonder fills my thoughts about mankind.
From dawn to dusk—on Everest’s peak I stand;
My goal: to watch the world go by,
And jot a memorial note about the last days.
In those days—Carimea will rise against Nrai,
Leading to killing and famine across the world.
Covid and Ebola will spread among nations,
Their names too bitter for lips to mention.
A gender will tie the knot with itself in the open,
Saying, “Adam for Adam, Eve for Eve—no God.”
A man will rise and say,
“Better my daughter than my wife,”
And a woman will say,
“I’d rather lie with my son.”
The old will sit awhile in the barn,
Reflecting on their fading years,
Saying they need hot blood
To warm their cold blood.
A person will trade a family for wealth without shame.
The shepherd will fleece the sheep he claims to guide;
Churches will grow like mushrooms in the rainy season,
For bread-winning—not for saving lost souls.
My mind is heavy like the whole cosmos,
And on Everest’s peak, I stand in pain;
Writing this memorial note, not in vain;
Signing it:
“Conscious Wakener”
What should I do?
Sometimes you wonder what should you do
Whether trading a car or not trading a car
My car is practically brand new
Only has 60000 miles on it
And it’s a Honda
So it probably can run for another 60000 miles
Or more
But why is the urging to trade a car?
Why suddenly I have this car fever
Did I just see someone with a new ride
and I want it?
Yeah
Or is it God chance it
making me see that?
Who knows and who cares?
I just want to do what is right
I don’t want to bust the bank and be broke
But don’t want to not listen to God
guiding me through his spirit
by this urging
Why? Why God?
Why You put me in this dilemma?
I can’t sleep now because I am all excited
But what if it’s not you
And it’s me
And I would be making a big mistake of my life?
How can one tell?
Do you give us directions for that?
A sign or something
Straight out tell us
Do not do it
Or do you let us do it
And that we will learn it later
What would it be God?
Do you direct us in everything?
"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em."
— Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene V
Some are born to crowns and gold,
With power strong and wealth untold.
Some will climb, with sweat and pain,
To carve their names and stake their claim.
And then there’s me—a simple bloke,
Who’d rather nap than wear a cloak.
Greatness came, it knocked, it screamed,
I locked the door—it must have dreamed.
For who would trade a peaceful life,
For throne-room squabbles, royal strife?
Give me books, a pint, some cheese—
Let others rule, I’ll take my ease.
So take your greatness, shove it far,
I’d rather be right where I are.
Life, as if fear itself bestowed
Fantasy of a act in human life
Betrayed drama of what is to be
Or wickedness of a species breath inhale
Mind illusion to a dream's reality
They push thought, molding image or control
Way of life, a promise to happiness
A struggle life, none equal unless classed
Hopes to live life fruitfulness
Laughter, the key to kindness joy
We watch, what is portrayed the purpose
But do we thrive under its anger
That we turn not to right or wrong
But the hunger of our own ambitious emotions
Is it so much that we fear death
That realistically we know no time
In life itself a dying soul each day
Mortality taught and trampled beneath constitution
Existence of your journey sane or in vain
We live in a lie covering truth
Actions of many pardon crime of nature
Way of life, we're killers walking the streets
Where theirs is worth more than the innocent
We trade a way of life for what's to be
For destructive society digging their own grave
My dust, scattered in breath of the breeze
Way of life, is it what you hoped to be
Greatness was his to inherit
Breaking free from shells of gold
Soaring on wings of diamond so bold
Across the vast and rich lands of Mali.
Well-versed in the culture of his motherland
A gem in trade, a leader in heart
Mansa Musa, a beacon of strength
Guiding Mali to heights untold.
From a young age, like the morning sun
He was ready to rule with grace and wisdom
A king born to lead, to inspire
Musa’s legacy, a story that defies time.
The roads from Cairo to Mecca know a man better
Of wealth and influence, unmatched and grand
Like Freetown’s view from Mount Auroel
His gold and glory will forever be told.
A kind-hearted king, generous and wise
Investing in making people better
Offering food, gold, and shelter
His story will forever grace the ages.
Give me the U who dances in the rain,
The U with sunshine in your laugh, a heart that can't be chained.
The U with dreams that shimmer, goals that take flight,
The U who stumbles sometimes, but picks yourself up with all your might.
Give me the U who craves quiet moments, lost in a book's embrace,
The U who bursts with ideas, a whirlwind pace.
The U with a fire in your eyes, a voice that compels,
The U who finds beauty in the ordinary, in every seashell.
Give me the U who yearns for faraway lands,
The U who builds sandcastles on familiar sands.
The U with a paintbrush whispering secrets on a canvas,
The U with a melody strumming on forgotten stanzas.
Give me the U who breaks bread with loved ones, laughter in the air,
The U who tackles challenges, a burden you learn to share.
The U who cries cathartic tears, a heart that feels so deep,
The U who finds strength in vulnerability, secrets you choose to keep.
Give me all the U's, the vibrant kaleidoscope,
The messy masterpiece, the ever-evolving code.
This is the symphony of me, a beautiful, complex core,
And I wouldn't trade a single note, forever wanting more.
It was once wise to invest in steel, yup,
In days of yesteryear.
Now, they say that fine art and gold are up.
All things change with time, dear.
Then, I'd scale the steepest mountain to reach
That pinnacle of bliss.
Yep, I would without pride, to you beseech -
Anything for your kiss!
'Tis fine art in a frame - you as a girl
In a picture, so old.
Now, there's nothing I would not do, my pearl,
To hear your laugh like gold!
Inhaling his masculine scent I taste the aroma of our first chicory spot
he has been with me for forty four years and he is still so very hot
Dotted with gray on his temples, still as handsome as the day we met
he was at my sweet sixteen birthday party, now how can I ever forget
The man who put a ring on my finger and gave me two beautiful children
we lived and breathed solo flying like two turtle doves in a jaded glen,
Today we sit in the yard and reminisce about our first kiss, our first time
his eyes are still shining and I'm glad that after all the years he is still mine
Truth be told I would not trade a moment of the days we spent together
nothing can split us apart except God's will, until then we will tether ,
Fastened to each others hearts, we will always be forever true as one
for he is my stars and moon, my lovely husband, and my golden sun.
Happy Anniversary Lovie,
Your Wife, Vie aka Mystic Rose
In bottles corked by a nursing mother
Against thirst that would her baby bother;
In large drums hoarded by ablution-enthused Muslim
Who stories of its scarcity take with eyes unusually dim.
A dry cleaner’s spiteful curse of a dry tap
That wouldn’t help his trade, a hurting slap!
The keyed-up state of a seeker of a mouthful of it,
An insight into the whiplashes of not conserving a bit,
As much so, the helplessness of a camel driver
Belatedly aware of no oasis ahead nor the look-alike of a river.
Water is the double assurance of life in a world unlived,
To this end, a phenomenon that should be believed
While it continues with a dignified silence
Against foes teaching Rubbishy Science.
Water is never by, parched throats disdained
Rather ‘Archbishop’ by Adam’s Apple ordained;
Always usefully engaged here
And productively canalized there...
But watch it, in a big one, you go down
And you are sure to drown!
I miss yesterdays
I would trade a brand-new tomorrow
For an old used yesterday
Allow me to explain
The yesterdays of my life I know
I feel comfortable with
I know the pain, joy and the sorrow
It’s all familiar to me
And requires no effort of emotion
I already have the scars
I know how to play the game
The rules are clear
There is nothing to fear
But it’s the tomorrows
They say is a gift
Sometimes I wonder
If it’s a veil I want to lift
Somedays it can be a prize
Other times moments filled with lies
In either case a surprise
Some look forward
To the excitement of fear
It’s not something I relish to be near
This is why I want my yesterday
It’s a comfortable blanket in which to say
Good night my familiar light
Eric (and sometimes not)
Feel so full
Ever feel full but empty too?
Just a number at work but what you gna do?
Father at home, the bees knees, their favourite guy?
Try your best, a smile, a joke, don’t ask me why...
Empty, but yet so full.....life? Repetitious but anything but dull.
Am I ungrateful? Don’t know what I’ve got.
A trade, a Mrs, 3 kids?
I’ve got a lot..
Changed my mind... it’s not empty at all,
Take a step back, see the bigger picture.
Stand proud and tall.
Ailments? Purim Cures 'Em!
Down 'N the Dumps?
Simcha smoothes most lumps,
What's Simcha? Briefly, Shared Joy,
As more 'tis shared, less there is to annoy!
Trade a warm feeling, return a smile,
Rids everyone of at least some bile.
Together, we overcome trouble,
Synergy! Life expanded, unconfined by the bubble!
Purim practices include:
Mishloach Manos; Friendly giving gifts of food,
Booing Haman; Rejoicing in justice coming to a bad dude,
Related in reading aloud the Megillah, a group "Thrillah",
Purim Seuda; a common meal festively "Imbues Yah",
Matanos Leveyonim; gifts to the needy do truly cure,
Giving does more to the giver as to the poor!
Adar, name of the month, a "Roller Coaster" journey,
When Spring, time of green health inspires, "Arise from your gurney! "
Assuming Disguises; In Adar, nothing is what it seems,
7th Adar, Moses born & died, joy & grief in reams,
Even in Persia, Esther becomes Queen, a saving surprise,
Ailments? In Purim lies a cure! Mirth & birth reprise!
My heart skips a beat I lose my breath
When I think of his life of sacrifice
And his crusade for human rights
Leading the revolution against apartheid
With rare tenacity and might
A lawyer by trade a pacifist by nature
Standing for truth and reconciliation
Just him and his ideals for god-given rights
Standing and never wavering
Giving voice to the speechless and the persecuted
Refusing to be silent in the face of injustice
Determined to annihilate tyranny and racist oppression
An icon of democracy and social justice
Never to be forgotten
A statue erected where Mandela
Was released from 27 years in prison
A simple man bigger than life itself
With dreams of emancipation
One philanthropist who would change
The world no matter what the cost
Read on air by invitation ~ April 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 25, 2020 for contest ODE TO A PRESIDENT OR POLITICIAN OR LEADER PAST OR PRESENT sponsored by SHERI FRESONKE HARPER - RANKED 5TH
Endless blue skies home to gulls on the wing
I'd trade a lifetime of winters for a bee's gentle sting...
Parched earth begs the debilitating heat to subside
Were I a bird, far away from summer droughts would I swing
May 13, 2019
Entry in "Summer Quatrain" contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
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