Flowers come alive,
buzzing big bee hive.
Color exploding,
weeds now unloading.
Spring is coming here,
all can give a cheer.
Locked and Loaded,
The pressure exploded,
Unloading my weapon,
Targeting deception,
Hiding within my perception,
Protection from myself,
The elephant in the room,
Your going to feel the boom,
Looming light,
Illuminating right,
The fight exists within me,
I battle it repeatedly,
Rising above the energy,
Everyone else fed to me,
Trying to be one of the crew,
Always being told what to do,
I work my way through anothers view,
While learning what to do,
Too long has it been,
I cant bend no more,
I'm sore to the core,
Exploring better options,
Adopting a new way to think,
Sinking my feet into the ground,
I found another kink in the strain,
The weak link in my chain,
Remaining calm and steady,
Getting more ammo ready.
The Love Song
I woke up early in a good mood, thinking of writing a love poem to my wife.
Looking on YouTube, I came across
“The three tenors” couldn`t resist their beautiful voices.
I was going to find “I believe in angels” by Abba, but first the famous tenors.
My wife woke up and told me to turn it off because she couldn't sleep.
I remembered Lorenzo Marcus, 1964. I was on a ship
unloading cargo destined for Rhodesia.
Everything has changed now, LM is now Maputo
And Rhodesia is Zimbabwe, and it was a good time
for a white person.
So I didn`t play the Abba song as the lyric is banal
And I was no longer in a loving mood
Christmas morn
The sunshine woke
Daylight in maneuver in children’s eyes
Word to the wise
Santa Claus came and went during the midnight hour, and ventured back to the North Pole until next year
Children hurried downstairs to see what gifts they got
Like it or not
Fireplace warmth
Christmas story all children would appreciate
Reindeers and Santa in the sleigh ride
Toys and assorted gifts of all kinds Santa would provide
Children’s dreams on Christmas eve night
Silent night being calm with twinkling stars
House to House
Santa in a hurry
Schedule in tact
Unloading presents from bag sack
Down the chimney Santa went
A time well spent
Up the chimney back to his reindeer
Santa shouted, “Dash away Dash away”
Merry Christmas to all in his getaway
Later, Santa and his reindeer disappeared into the night
Children all say thank you Santa
Winter feel
Christmas love
Christmas came and went
Until next year to see Santa again
Santa observes if children are bad or good
Christmas now and forever
Merry Christmas
The firing pin is in position,
Primed awaiting the decision to fire,
The target has been acquired.
I require more information,
The operation is under observation.
I'm stationed safely in my heart,
Starting to pick apart the details.
Tailing the target so I don't forget,
It's all in my mind,
I designed how this goes.
Hiding in the shadows,
So no one knows I know,
Cloaked by a coat of intuition,
I fit in tight spaces.
Embracing the darkness,
Facing my own mess,
I press forward to the goal.
My soul flows with confidence,
Growing my experience.
The clearance has been given,
I'm aiming with precision,
The mission in critical condition.
I listen to the breeze,
Before I squeeze the trigger,
Aligned with the bigger picture.
I fire with pure intention,
Unloading my weapon of perception,
Healing a collection of souls,
Looking for their part in the whole.
As I try to wish away, all the sadness that I feel;
As if a night sky's falling star, could grant me something real...
If only one small wish, of what's eluded me all this life thus far;
I'd wish for just some happiness, just a little in a jar;
So I could open as I needed, unload some sadness that I feel
Much like unloading bulky freight,
From a trains overloaded boxcar...
If only I could wish away, all the sadness that I feel,
I'd finish this life with certainty
And a soul full of new found zeal...
Began chatting, then as talking.
Talking, to safe haven.
Safe haven, to unfolding the dark tucked away.
Unfolding, to sharing years of distant memories.
Sharing, to unloading your internal warehouse.
Unloading, to tears flowing.
Tears flowing, words stinging.
Words stinging, airway burning.
Relief, haunting at bay for a passing moment.
Healing slowly, piece by piece.
Uncovering layer by layer.
Tear by tear.
One hour used to feel endless, now one hour feels like minutes.
Like meeting a friend, you felt you always knew. All the masks fall, no more camouflage, no more sabotage.
Just healing, growing and learning.
I know I'm the problem
My fractured thoughts remind me constantly
My love
I've got the bullet
But I never wanted the gun
I think I fall in love everyday
Strangers on the street I'll meet someday
I think I love them all
But I never intend to fall
I know I'm not the problem
His actions show me consistently
I'm stuck in distain
He handed me the gun
After unloading the bullets at my feet
The coast stands still in the desert heat
And the cloud parts from above and filters a message
Of love, I felt comfortable for a moment
And observe the scene from a distance
But the moment quickly changed when
The earth began to shake and birds
Starts pouring through the gate
I watched hundreds of ships sailing in
With the mad wind propelling them along the border
And the pirates hanging on the sides with vicious eyes
And long guns strapped on their backs and sides
I didn’t like the look on their face, they were going
To invade the place, big ships keep rolling in
And drunken men parading along the ships corridor
Holding guns and whisky bottles in their hands
Taking a sip and singing a loud and boisterous song
And the ship keeps unloading from morning
Till sun down with boxes and suitcase, barrel and food
And bags packed with jewel and shoe
They form long lines on the other side
And the ship stood still in the desert heat
My mom goes to the store once a week.
She buys potatoes, they’re ok.
I don’t like unloading the groceries.
Potatoes can come in mesh bags.
Or plastic ones.
I like the mesh, I don’t know why.
My mom and I.
Life feels as full as a bag of potatoes.
We eat them all the time.
My mom calls me downstairs.
So that the kitchen becomes full with the two of us.
We cook a potato feast.
We are left with empty plates and dishes.
My mom goes to the store once a week.
Once a week.
She comes home.
Mesh bag, plastic bag, mesh bag, mesh bag.
Once a week.
We eat them all the time.
Suddenly, the kitchen is full.
My mom and I.
Unloading the groceries.
Once a week, once a week.
The juices are flowing
Out my butt it’s flowing
The stink surely is growing
The end is near i am hoping
The poos are floating
As they keep going
I begin to wonder will it ever stop exploding
For the pain has me moaning
On my phone diagnosing
The research is undergoing
My ignorance is showing
For I don’t know why my butt is unloading
The doctor call i continue postponing
As my juices stay a flowing…
Always start the day with cheerful delight
Bask in God’s blessings midst smile that’s bright
Claim divine love for caring against selfishness-blight
Direct zestful steps driven for triumphant flight
Enabled by the Lord’s empowering might
Fueled by faith toward service-height
Grab opportunities to share goodness light
Help others, heralding heavenly hope’s sight
Inspire many while unloading burdensome plight
Joyously live in peace*… such is indeed right.
*Romans 5:1 Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Monorhyme midst ABC in didactic form
9th place, "No 1286" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/18/2024.
Surrounded by Faith
Encouraging the world
Spiritual swirl
Kneeing and embracing
Fulfilling and suggesting
Journeying through the highways and back roads
Praying having a purpose
Praying for the hearts of the people
Just that simple
Unloading the empty hearts
Step aboard and pray
Break through
Health issues to overcome
Pray Pray Pray
The praying traveling bus bringing inspiration
The praying bus slogan “Let us show you how”
Praying being a continuous matter
Too much negative chatter
Pray for all time
Respect and be kind
Prayer time
The carrot truck was full of carotene so good for the bunny brigade.
It is marvelous having this produce today said the garden in the glade.
He felt badly because his carrot crop had been wiped out with disease.
But the bunnies were unloading these healthy ones without a tease.
Don’t worry, said the daddy bunny, my kids are anxious to work.
They were not the kind of workers to dawdle, lay around or shirk.
They had that carrot truck unloaded in a few minutes that day.
So, the produce man could swiftly drive his truck back to the bay.
The bargain master peddler man rides into town two times a year.
We gather at the road, begging him to come to our house first, “please dear!”
He is riding a persnickety particular parenthesis caravan walker without fear.
The PPCW makes all of the decisions, the BMPM follows to avoid a big jeer.
He will be here when he is here, our ancestors tell us. Relax. There’s a cheer!
PPCW has chosen a house, somewhere down the road. I lend a clear ear.
They are newcomers to town. They are rude, impoliite and they drink beer!
The PPCW has stopped at their home, and the BMPM is unloading his gear!
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