God is a Rap Star

A bit different for me and kind of experimental 

God is a Rap Star 

gather round the hood, 

this gig's gonna be loud 

gonna be well good 

Gonna make us well proud! 

cos 

god is a rap star!

gather round the hood 

the vibe is heavy,dark

gonna be wicked, it should !

gonna rain hard,gonna need an ark!

cos

 god is a rap star 

gather round the hood 

there's a rumble in our jungle

Gonna be mega, it could!

Gonna flash,gonna spangle!

cos

 god is a rap star! 

its wicked in the hood 

flashes and mega loud, 

chillin in the rain ,its good!

a wicked thunderous crowd 

cos 

god is a rap star!

jinglepoetry poetry potluck thunderstorms and floods

Let The Sun Shine

Let The Sun Shine 

Light splinters falling among

 Human constructed monstrosity 

Rays battle against human atrocity

Licking space hungrily like eager tongues,

Its radiance and beauty 

Go unsung, 

Its warmth undone,

By a concrete army !

Scott Wyden Many Thanks For Photo

One Shoot Sunday Challenge at One Stop Poetry

A Chance At Life

. 

A Chance At Life 

I sat with tubes of red coming in and out of veins 

A ritual to endure, if in life I was to remain,

A life of weakness and lethargy,

Conversing with others almost like a zombie.

Thanking god for advances in technology 

He lay only alive because of machines, 

Bloods and tissues positively  matched and screened.

One family mourns, cries and grieves,

One family smiles relieved at the reprieve. 

Thanking god for advances in technology

The donor may be gone from earthly plains 

Thou he and his brave family have allowed me to remain

For both families he is in our hearts 

He has let my life happily restart

Thank god for his  ideology 

Thank You !

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Poppy Fields Forever

Poppy Fields Forever

Poppies in a field of meadow 

Tall, blood, red, blooms,.

Only seen by a lonesome scarecrow

Devasted as winter looms.

            

Young men battling in fields of sludge 

For peace and freedom of choice

Some joined to escape their drudge 

Allowing us to have our voice. 

Poppies in a field of meadow

Tall ,blood, red, blooms,

Representing those brave fellows 

Their souls here forever entombed.

Painting By Richard Harpum 

Standing before you

Standing Before you 

I stand before you immortalized forever in marble cold as stone

I stand before you with all I have 

Feelings, emotions, sorrow reflected 

By the  mantle I own,

It stands for love and passion 

I stand before you 

Forever in cold stone love 

My love 

Stands before you !

Submitted to One Stop Poetry 

Picture courtesy of Walter Parada  many thanks 

Nurture

Nurture

Gentle innocence was once mine,

Though in another life and earlier times. 

Can you no longer see the child that was once within, 

You who have taken me, under your wing,

Teaching me sin! 

When I was a child I grasped the world in awe, 

As my mentor now you challenge my boundaries once more. 

Your world has invited me in , flung open its doors, 

One of pure pleasure,

Behaving like a whore! 

I still possess some innocence which I haven't  yet explored.

Somewhere inside, still exist a child who needs to be adored. 

My boundaries I promise, will gently break,

Every pleasure you dream of

Will be ours to take! 

Submitted to Jingle Poetry Potluck

Dead meat

Dead Meat 

(feet)

                                                                                                             

                                                                                                           

There they are on the end of my legs, 

Strange horrid things that sometimes look dead. 

When I'm sitting they sometimes look blue, 

Other times when  I've been running they take on a violet hue .

I paint the ends red, the bits that stick out! 

Supposedly they look pretty , it something,

I doubt!

We wrap them up in black leather and  brown suede, 

We hide them away so they aren't on parade.

Ugly, painted pretty ,covered or bare, 

They're something we need and should always be there

But if you see mine promise

 Don't Stare 

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Kreativ Blogger Award

The Kreativ Blogger Award

Today I was awarded the Kreativ Blogger Award by a very clever lady called Rachel Hoyt whom I thank very much.
Part of the rules of the award is to divulge 10 facts about your self, mine may not be interesting but here goes

1.   I love football and coached for 7 years

2.   I love cooking and almost anything food related

3.   I detest bad manners

4.   My family is my raison d'etre.

5.   I appeared on TV with my family due to a poem I wrote.

6.   I'm quite a soap addict much to the annoyance of my husband and son.

7.  Champagne cocktails are my indulgence ( very occasionally )

8.  Hate watching films more than once the exceptions being Boys from
     Brazil and West World.

9.  I have a West Highland Terrier  who is my child substitute called Lulu.

10. My aim in life is to become eccentric and interesting !

I believe I must pass on this award to some other creative bloggers so will be checking out blogs ,a job I'm really looking forward to.

Lets Talk

 Lets Talk!

Speak to me, and tell me what you mean?

My sense of responsibility don't you demean!

I understand about money, family and love.

We said we'd accept each other, to god above 

That means for good better or worse. 

Allow me to think of more, not just what's in my purse. 

I know more than cleaning, babies and the curse! 

I'll accept lives troubles and woes,

I need to know how each of your days goes

Perhaps I can help you, listen, advise

Just don't make life better by telling me lies. 

I know there's problems I can't make disappear 

But if we can talk and listen, love and partnership may reappear !

So lets us talk, discuss, 

The problems, our feelings, our trust .

For with, this I believe, 

The anger and tension will be relieved 

Our minds, bodies and souls can join in union 

Perhaps then the old romance and feelings will enjoy a reunion. 

Lets talk !

                                                                                                                         
                                                                                                                             

                                                                                                                      

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Desert Life 

One Stop Poetry

How is your life ?

Is it filled with strife ?

As you travel on your desert ship, 

Across dunes and sands,

Until the sunshine dips. 

Guiding and Guarding your tribal kin.

Watching and hoping they make it, 

To sustenance before they become thin,

In your wisdom and grace, 

When in turmoil its you they face! 

How is your life?

How do you cope?

At times of strife,  

Does your grace and wisdom 

Satisfy you and your quorum?

How is your life ?

Submitted to One Stop Poetry Photo Challenge 
Picture taken by Rosa Frei , many thanks !