When our grindstone comes into blossom,
A hen's curse might kill an eagle.
Maybe when hell freezes over,
The snake that I see will bite.
I am mortal but among the Angels
Left but never forgotten
Beneath the cudgel of pain
Pressed under, still my soul is as right as rain
I am a blessing in disguise and Invictus
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
Still, curses and atrocities comes knocking
Trying to knock me yet I am consolidated
It's alright being in dire straits
I got the capacity to take the bull by the horns
I am out of this world, dare send a curse
I will fashion it into a blessing
I like an empty trash basket.
It tempts me to fill it with wads of wasted effort
In a futile attempt to write the words
That will finally win your heart.
Perhaps when hell freezes over,
But it’s a freakishly warm day in mid-December.
When the offering basket is full
Of ardent vulnerabilities
I'll dump it out, count my blessings,
And start over.
She wore a teeny red bikini in Walmart to shop,
At 300 lbs, she made the shoppers jaws drop.
She bounced and flopped going down the aisle,
Enjoying all the attention in grand old style.
There were no signs that read, “No bikinis in the store,”
So the management let her shop despite what she wore.
I went home, put on my bikini, and thought, “Not bad for being older.”
Maybe I would wear it to Walmart too…when Hell freezes over!
l
7/23/16
Contest Rhyme Battle: Round 6
Sponsor: Juli-Michelle
Awarded 4th Place
Two windswept hearts skip a beat
beneath a broken window
Frozen footprints from ice cold feet
as if they didn't know
paint the window sill
and chill a crying crow
with a look to kill
it cries out and dies 'I told you so'
Jealousy jilts the jagged jalousie
into flickering red reflections from once upon a time long ago
Shattered glass gives way to howling winds
but will not give in to Thundersnow
Suddenly, 3am, and four right in a row
Open up thy curtain call
and feel it blow by blow by blow by blow
Thy Kingdom come burning down the hall
with barely a candle glow
While wicked wildfire walks up and down the bedroom wall
impatient as it is slow
Take a bow, thy Final Fall
Thy Kingdom come burning everything down below
I might handle
What you might handle
And we can handle
What we all handle
When we go,
And where we might go
And how we will get there
And what we might do
When we get there,
And what I might see
And what you might notice
And what you might think
And what I might notice
Are just what I know.
As we all handle
What we can handle,
What can you handle?
I'll light a candle
When Hell freezes over.
and oh how i knew it
that winters days would come
the cold, the snow, the bitter sting
the bite that suffering freezing brings
the numbness of fingers and joints
the deep snow and freezing rain
the spinning of wheels and fish tails on black ice
disappointments with the way the buses are run
a number of days without the sun
the wind blowing snow drifts on the road
uninsullated shoes and freezing toes
cold metal holding winters personal touch
and the threat of gas being cut
the search for a place to find
welcome and warmth
the primitive skills to find shelter
from the storm
the mission is to live
and find a way to go on
to keep and find the substance warmth
What happens?
When hell freezes over,
Pigs fly,
And it hails in Southern Cal?
What happens?
When time stops,
But life resumes,
And we live pointlessly?
What happens?
When faith crumbles,
With buildings,
And Friendship?
What happens?
What happens?
What happens?
Nothing but reiteration,
My love remains,
And will always remain,
Indestructible it is.
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