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

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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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