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THE OLD CHICKEN COUP

There she stood with tears rolling down her face and cheeks
Looking downward – such innocence – mild and meek
Her first trip to the slaughter house was no joke
Proved to be a one-sick hoax!

Slowly but surely – she told us the story
Leaving out NOT the gory!
“I was asked by dad
To join him fast
To pick out a chicken
 “O Good Riddens!
At last – no fret
I’m picking out my very first pet!” 
Is what I thought
When my breath I caught!

So, with joy in my heart,
And exuberant glee at start
I singled out the healthiest plump!
The attendant let out a little grunt
Roughly taking the chicken outback
She grunted sternly: ‘Wait Right here…I’ll be right back!’
With one quick twist
Of her hand and wrist
The chicken’s neck she snapped in half.
Mortified I stood on the chicken’s behalf!

Speechless, I stood - so panic-stricken
Horrified and mortified because of the chicken!

With no further delay
To my dismay
I was handed a bag
While the attendant let out a mischievous laugh!

From this day forward, I shall live to fret
Of what occurred to my chicken-pet
And live forever with my regret
Of visiting the Old Chicken Coup
All for mom’s LIVE Chicken Soup…?

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ATTENTION DEFICIT HYPERACTIVE DISORDER ADHD

The boy was as quiet as a viper
Often talkative and very hyper
One thought crossed another
Another topic intercepted the other.

Running…Running…Racing thoughts
Too…Too..many to be caught.
He jumped and jived that young little boy
He sure had ways to actively annoy!

Poor little fellow…they gave him pills
To settle him down and stay still!
“He lacks attention!”
“He needs detention!”
That’s what they thought and said
About the boy’s mind and head!

In a closet, I was found
Needing a break from all sound
Too much activity going round
Twisting…turning…spinning ground!
Needing a quick fast break
From the young boy – for my sake!

Years later, I come to observe and ponder
Is there such thing as ADHD I do wonder!
There is no such thing
A-Ring-A—Ding-Ding
Sound the bells!  Ring the alarm
ADHD does NO harm!
Oh why…Look!  That’s the charm
Straight from the “Funny Farm!”

Young boy was clearly misunderstood
By friends and neighbors from the ‘hood!
The boy was loaded with a lust for life
In love with living – though some may strife!
Too much wonders…too much to see
To much discover…too much for he…
To contain himself as others desired him to be!

Such an overload – such great lust for world and life
Mis-taken by many creates a strife!
An overflow of thoughts sputter out
Without refrains…without a doubt!
Overwhelming excitement bursts out loud!

Slow down – little boy…slow down!
The pill is there to help you ground…
To steady your pace…and settle your feet
To not burn-out by the kindled heat
Of your passionate lust for life and world!

You’re all right…You are just fine!
May you win many friends when you unwind
Your lust for life, your running thoughts and hasty mind…•

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GERMY-SQUIRMY LITTLE WORM

Germy-Squirmy Little Worm 
The most clever – yet so firm 
Plotting more scheme is what you yearn 
Schemes, snares, you're going for the fiery burn 
Ruining good apples with your germs! 
 
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm 
Gleefully striving not having yet learned!
Whimsically strict and forever stern 
Infesting people with your dirty germs! 
What wage – in the end – might you earn?
When having wasted your time transmitting your germs 
Capturing innocent souls under vile terms? 
 
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm 
I watch you there among the ferns 
Shrivel and curl and horizontally squirm 
With a loaded conscience full of your own toxic germs 
Filling up to the top your internalized urn!
What might be your horrid fate 
As of this very day or as of late?

O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm 
What else do you believe you merit or deserve:
A beautiful eternity on reserve 
Or the painful sores of an infinite burn? 
 
O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm 
I wish you not any harm of fiery burns 
But,, I compel to leave you a warn: 
Drop your schemes even those unborn! 
Germy-Squirmy Little Worms ,
Ruining good apples with their toxic terms ,
Often place themselves as fishline baits 
They often do not slumber…but stay up late 
Scheming and plotting
Of more apples for rotting!
Only to find that the early bird 
Gets the worm
 Gulped back down to the earth’s center core 
Having pinched themselves by their own opened door! 
 
Once heaven is lost – challenging it is to return 
Count your losses – O Little Germy-Squirmy Little Worm - 
If you return with illusive ideas to scheme to Heaven’s gates 
Without walking the narrow road 
Without your germy dirty overload! 

O Germy-Squirmy Little Worm 
Stop the squirming and the roaming 
Be still and remain silent 
Return at once  to your private dorm…

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SNEAKY SLIMY SLITHERING SERPENTY SNAKE

The sneaky, slimy, slithering, squirming snake silently sat shamefully,
Stupendously-stumped.

The seated, sizzling, sneaky, slimy, slithering serpent still stupendously-stumped,
Squirmed slowly searching signaling scents.
With no stopping the squirming, silently-sneaky, slithering, shamefully-stumped serpent searching sign, the snake slithers sizzling surround sound.

Only with punishment, the slithering, slimy, silent, shamefully-stumped serpent stops sin-searching.

Now, be a bumble bee, buzzling big bumble bubbles and not a sneaky, slimy, squirmy, sin-searching, soul-scary, shamefully-stumped surround sound serpent-sizzling, sazzling, skimmed-scaled snake..•

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CUPID ON RE-CALL

Who is that baby angel with a bow
Shooting arrows to and fro
Stinging men and women in the arm
Introducing them to luck and charm?

Love is definitely in the air
Look at Cupid flying there!
Heaven’s curio missing the archery
Cupid to sting not an artery!

Quick! Quick! Sound the alarm!
Fly and search the fields and barn!
Cupid’s missing and at large!
Meddling, striking, and free to barge!

Citizens from everywhere
Be vigilant and be aware
Cupid’s a baby – What does he know
About striking perfect mates with his arrows and bow
Sometimes mis-matching couples to and fro!
Baby Angel flying O so loose
Cupid’s on re-call makes the news!

Alas! Cupid has been caught grazing the meadows
There among the blooming wild flower pedals!
Sentenced to 5 more years of wearing “Huggie” Diapers
Awe, Cupid cries  - Get the wipers!

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BUSY BUSY BUMBLE BEE

Busy…Buzzing…Bumble Bee
Busy Buzzing Bottling Honey
Jumbo Bundled Bumble Bee
With Bold-Brown Buttoned Bottoms 
And Billowy Belted Blemished Top
All well-suited for yet another
Busy-Busy Beautifully-Buzzing
Kind of Day
Bottling Golden Malted Honey
For the Bubble-Blowing Honey-Bee…•

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IRONIC EXISTENCE

ronic – isn’t it…?
The very essentials we need to survive
Are the same essentials that endanger and destroy us!
The very same people we love
Are the same loved ones we hurt or hurt us –
The very same life occurrences and events
That cause us to smile and laugh
Are the same occurrences and events that cause tears and humiliation!

Ironic – isn’t t…?
The same life we cherish and deem of priceless worth
And we hold fast to never foresee its end
Is the same life we mis-care for and waste
Toss aside and risk and gamble away
As if its value were less than a penny worth!

Ironic – isn’t it….?
The same sunlight that produces energy and cheerfulness
Is the same sunlight that burns us with its UV Rays!
The same smile that deems us cheerful and beautifully radiant
Is the same smile that label us “fools” to our predators!

The same hand that extends to help and rescue
Is the same hand we use to strike and knock each other down.
The same eyes we use to captivate beauty all around us,
Ae the same eyes that covet our neighbor’s possessions!

Ironic – isn’t it…?
A friend can be your worst enemy
While one’s enemy could have resulted to be your closest friend.
A friend lies to another – even for mercy’s sake
But, an enemy holds NO reservations or presumptions!
If an enemy tells NOT the truth
At the very least he shares his opinion and his thoughts
With no presumptions or reserves!

Ironic – isn’t it…?
The very dust we are drawn from
is the same dust we return upon death.
Ashes to ashes – dust to dust
The conclusive summary of a man’s journey
Is that a man’s life is but a mere reflection – a flash –
Of how his life PRIMARILY began!
“From birth to earth
From womb to tomb”
(More than just a West Side Slogan)
Connoting that life and death are bound like brothers
When often perceived as oppositional rival enemies.
Life calls for a celebration
While death yearns for acceptance
Not rejection!

Ironic  isn’t it…?
Death’s announcement bares no good news!
We run from death and fight against it
Even when we know we stand NO CHANCE to defeat it
But only to surrender ourselves to it as we stand POWERLESS against it,
For death cannot be cheated nor tricked
Bribed nor negotiated
Death bears nothing to offer but death itself:
An infinite eternal flat-line with no further response
On any end!

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I AM

Jah
God above all gods
Name, itself, baes the staff and rod
As all creation revers His name
Deeming the name holy and perfect without stain!
Emblematic Name extends comfort and security
Granting all creation freedom and liberty,
Peace, mercy, and beautiful grace.
Name worthy to embrace
During the midnight hours of the night
For His name serves as beacon of light!

Righteous, Just, and True
Unique Name in all blends of linguistic hues!
Untarnishable and non-perishable name
Lifted and Magnified resounding His authoritative reign,
As mountains tremble, bow, quiver and quake
Authoritative Name causes the whole earth to shiver and
quake!

Name of Power – Name of Light
Name that beams like Moonbeam at Night
Radiantly shines during Daylight!
Glistening Light that kindles the stars
Attracting foreigners from afar!
Glorious name so Wondrous and Great
Worthy of its Merited Praise!

Name that stands so proud and mighty tall
Yet, humbles to lift the incredibly small!
Name that bares no cause for shame
Perfect, Righteous, and Holy Name!
It is what it is and He is who He is…
“The Great I Am [Who I Am]”
Bearing NOT any twisted terms
Name stainless and clean cannot be churned!

The righteous recall and resound His Name
Flawless without attraction feigned
Find themselves a fortress tower 
Salvation found right on the hour!

Set in all His ways….Perfect and True
Beautiful Name…Awesome and New
Not to be given or borrowed to any other
Whether to friends or foe, stranger or brother!
Mankind may swndle from the path or road
Deny His own name when the rooster crows
But, His name – radiant in the light of His own glory - 
Bares a different story!

He is who He is…Stands for what He stands
From a nearby distance to faraway lands
Changeless One – Honest One!
To His Name Alone Be ALL the Glory…•

“The Name of the Lord is
A strong tower
The Righteous [and Unrighteous]
Run to it and they are saved.”
Proverbs 18:10

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CRACK'S CODE BLUE

Crack kills and that’s no joke!
It once killed my pocket broke
As my luggage wheel struck the sidewalk crack
And my worn-out heel cracked outback!
I wibbled-wobbled on a cracked low-pump heel

As a zoo waddling seal!
I took a tumble to the ground
Onto the soiled and grassy ground
And, as I fell, I cracked my nail
The pain flushed me pail!
Cracks – cracks – all these cracks
On roadsides, sidewalks, and bicycle tracks
And, can I have you believe, I heard a crack
On a duck’s resounding “Quack! Quack! Quack”
When I sat by a pond in the park
Once late evening before it went dark?
Glass…Glass…Glass…. are all prone to crack!
When shattered debris have been sacked
They can cut through a janitor’s sack
Even through fingers when passing one’s hand
And through one’s bare-foot in the sand!
Whether you pass your skin-covered fingers on the crack
Or lift uncarefully tid-bit pieces of glass that has cracked
Whether you stumble on an uneven roadside crack
Chip a nail creating a single-fingered nail-crack

Or should come across a hoarse lame duck’s “Quack! Quack! Quack!”
Or should laugh SO HARD you “crack” yourself up
As you sip your hot chocolatey marshmallowy cup
And hold your stomach until it hurts and feels it’s about to burst
Should one even DARE TO smoke the actual “crack”
The truth remains and never fails to “CRACK” itself through:
Crack kills and its ONLY call is very old and never new:
What we will have is nothing short of a” crack-ed” on-case
Of a Crack's "Code Blue."

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MIRACLES AND WONDERS

Wonders leave everyone with something
to wonder and ponder,
While diving under the sea,
Walking down the street,
Or climbing over yonder.
Miracles are never indefinite
but definitely definitively-forever defined
Leaving everyone with nothing
to ever wonder or ponder
here there or over yonder.”