Yes, everyone knows of the reindeer that fly
Guiding dear Santa through Christmas Eve sky
What of one who waits
One who anticipates
What of the understudy
No one even knows his name
His heart is always broken
No one really is to blame
He longs to fly with Santa
And he’s ready to compete
Yet he feels underrated
A “Rockette” with two left feet
Yes, he’s the understudy
“Swiffer” is how he is called
Instead of Christmas flying
Dusting is what has him stalled
His name, it has been trademarked
And he’s mighty rich to boot
He’d rather empty pockets
Just to wear a Santa suit
Next time you think of Rudolph
Just remember Swiffer’s name
One day he might be flying
Understudy is his game
Sunday morning sardines
Sing trademarked sermons
No gain, guitars must be clean
To harken out the predetermined
Donation cards in cursive fonts
A prayer for a new patio to
Crosses finished like their countertops
Their fair-weather faith up for review
This is for the poor Diet Coke debutantes
In Burberry scarves with lipstick grins
Money isn’t everything but it's all they got
Life is just so hard for those who always win
Believing
Written: by Miracle Man
December 6 2020
I remember the day I first began believing,
To things of this world I’d long been cleaving.
Cancer was camping in my right Parotid gland,
The day I grasped Jesus’ outstretched hand.
Cancer had branded and trademarked me,
Would I then fight back, or just take a knee?
But I knew, alone, I couldn’t beat this villain,
I needed the real deal, not an earthly fill in.
I fell down at His feet and started praying,
Knowing that He would hear what I was saying.
I wanted to be saved so I wouldn’t die lost,
I prayed forgive me Lord, whatever your cost.
I knew help would come only through His power.
and I accepted Jesus, as my savior, that hour.
I was twenty eight years during my hospital stay,
now at eighty two years I’m still alive today.
I Asked, Believed, and Confessed
*BEHIND THE MARRIAGE VEIL*
With deep breathe ponder I on; marriage and the veil
An institution “trademarked” for ages
And placed miraculous premium on its product;
“Two will become one”
Through the corridor of the institution I walk
Wondering, what behind the veil lies
Could it be ……….
Some things wait for the appointed time?
Anxiety fights for the knowledge
that marriage veil holds
That draws and drowns the multitude and indescribable creatures alike;
Was it a unified thinking capacity?
An ocean of thoughts lighten up a dark room
What a bright day!!!
For behind the marriage veil lies a divine glare of your persona
The character behind the veil speaks volumes
of a nation to be birthed.
The raising of the veil stirs a mixed feeling;
For it is, for better, for worse.
The radiant light of Holiness
Caused a fall in the veil
Could it be love at first sight with its uncertainty?
The uplifting of the veil to discover
Its true identity is what we know as “Second Chance”
In the midst of what to be unravelled behind the veil
Is what we call a woman.
Word of Mouth Assesses Nature. *WOMAN*
Written by: Matthew Deladem Ahafianyo
If you want to talk smack
Best bring your , A - Game Jack
I know everyone hate's to see a grown man cry
But you have chosen to do battle with Mr Fly
Sorry Standard rules don't apply to me
I have been spiting since the age of 3
And boy are the ladies into me
They wont let me be
If I was in 1 Direction
My nickname would be Mr Heaven
I have been dating since I was 11
And old enough to Diss
Young pretenders such a you
You may have seen 8 miles over a thousand times
But you are about to be schooled
I don't tolerate fools lightly
My suits fit tightly
I bath in my enemies tear's fortnightly
I play golf for fun
I have a suntan but not from the sun
My surname is a trademarked Brand
I own swathes of public land
1 , 2 , 3
Listen very carefully to me
I am the Donald
I eat Salad at Mcdonald's
I fill Paper Columns
My hair is wavy
I am popular with the ladies
I only travel on Air Force 1
And I spit on Twitter
I am the F-American President
How do you like me now ?
Look who is laughing now ?
Mic Drop
[Psalm of obsession]
Sleep with the remembrance of Death, and rise with the thought that you will not
live long. - Dwais El-Qarni
He huffs and puffs
impatiently,
anxious at seizing
a moment unknown
of mercy
He scavenges on me breath
in every nook
He fossicks after me soul
in every cranny - as
He pounds verily hard
on me footsteps and whilst
His nostrils unravel me
existence upon horizons dreary
[Time possesses nay reprieve]
His, ain't a pogue,
but a sledgehammer
trademarked of fatality.
Patience oughtn't be
His becoming, 'cause, either
He do or die ...
DEATH,
i've realized,
will have to do - for, if not,
none will be left to inject
mortality's folly upon me:
DEATH
rather
DIE
me.
He runs on a velocity
terrifying than the throbbing
of me heartbeat;
the pursuit
grows desperate every time.
He endorses that
i speculate of Him
a fore i taste Him.
lately,
D E A T H
stalks me shadow
as of a nocent marauder
devoid of mercy ...
irrespective!
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