love
lives
not
alone
but
a birdsong
living
inside
the
blue robin's nest

blue robins
singing
songs of sweet
praise
as
sweet
as
little green apples
with
all
of
their
heart swells
unto
the
precious lord
a
blue
robin's
song

the
bird
who
sings
the
highest note
shall
rise above
the
quiet storm
while
she
sings about
the
promise of tomorrow
for
all
the
brighter days
beyond
Milky Way

Somewhere over the rainbow,
A great civilization flourished,
And we discovered a wonderful kaleidoscope
Of exuberant and vibrant humanity

Enchanted tones tell a story
About people made from dusk
And red clay

They blend into caravans
Of strong and beautiful faces

The royal kingdom with majesty,
Sits on the throne,
And the mighty lion with pride,
Rules its dominion

Rights, rituals, and passages
Speak of our greatness

Traditions taken from the ancients
Are the seeds planted?

As we enter the sacred place,
Paradise is never forsaken

Behold, the true Garden of Eden,
As we drink sweet water
From the Nile River

Timbuktu astronomers study the heavens

Mandingo and Zulu Warriors display
War-painted colors like
The broad plumage of a peacock

They stand gripping tall sharp spears
And poisoned arrow tips to launch,
Thus, ready for battle

Juju medicine man mixes repeated chants,
As he drifted into a spiritual dance

At daybreak,
We go down to the river flow,
And shadows rise like the moon

Hearts beat in rhythms
Like fine-tuned African drums,
And the rainy season
Stay bound to Mother Earth

At the edge of a crackling fire,
The enchanted medicine man
Delivers magic words and potions

Great powerful heavens
Lift every voice and sing,
To the sweet harmony of Africa

My dear friend John is a peaceful,
humble and noble giant,
with a red badge of courage.

So, what does God want him to do?

In the historical past,
The slaves needed skills to
survive in the new world.

“They cursed the bread, because
They could not eat the meat.”

Somehow, God provides our daily bread,
And He still provides.

Did you hear the great news?

The mighty African drumbeats are speaking
colorful rhythms throughout the villages.
The drums are singing about freedom for
our brothers and sisters in *******.

Remember, there is only one God, and
He provides the golden battle shield.
Yes, God is the victory, delivering us from evil.

Well, a new day is coming, and we will stand
together on God’s Plymouth Rock.
He is the steady hand, guiding us like a compass,
through a quiet storm.

Still, God is everlasting, because He is the
beginning and the end.
God is the water that we thirst
He is the air for our soul to breathe
God is the answer to our prayers

My friend John, put your trust in God,
and let God take care of the residue.

lord
after
the storm
i
shall get down
upon
my
knees to pray
thus
with
all of my heart
i
am sure
i
want to
serve and follow
the
will of God
to cleanse thy heart and soul
who
brings me joy
and
delivers
me
a perfect peace
after
the storm

on
that
Halloween night
the
bright orange
jack-o-lanter moon
crackeled
and
growled
screeched and howled
with
a
broad
whiskey smile
and
bloodshot eyes
that
shine
all
through
the
wicked night

still
within
our sight
we
walked towards
the
river of light
and
witness
the
flame of life
still
buring
red, blue, and green
with
a bit of indigo
all
through
the
night

oh
Lord
our
black
skin
is
a
blessing
from
God
within
only
because
we
are
the
ancient
childre­n
of
the
sun
and
God
said
that
is
good

lord
wash thy rock
for
which
i
stand
the spirit be weak
thus
trapped in the flesh
transform me
into
a holy man
lord
i
shall be transformed
and
blessed
to praise you again
and
be transformed
lord, here i am

when
worlds collide
like
billiards ***** provide
red blue and green
outside
with
flashes of light
inside
the
soap bubbles
collide
thus
creating
a kaleidoscope
with
another
world inside

I walk along this lonely trail
The mind is a ship with a gallant sail
To be this piece of heaven on this earth
Surely, He knows my worth
Please help me, Lord, or tell me why
You hurl a piece of heaven from the sky
It landed and hit me on the head
Then, you resurrect me from the dead
So, I can return this piece of
Heaven from the sky, because
It belongs to you

Once upon a time, I asked my mother;
Mama, why are the Black People
So different, and why are there
So many different shades of color
in our people

Mama replied; Boy, do you
know that Black Folks
are a Rainbow Race

Then a smile glowed
as bright as the morning sun
across my brown chocolate face

Juggling an ice-cream cone
In his hand
while dancing a red balloon on a string
with the other hand
The little boy clicked both heels together,
And he dashed
As fast as he could, to the top of the hill

Then he blew out a shout:
Hey, look at me,
And just look what I got!
I got a red balloon!
The world is all about!

Then a strong gust of wind
Came along with a snatched
The red balloon zoomed away
From his playful hand

The red balloon climbed
Above snow white clouds,
Clouds appeared like fluffy
Mashed potatoes
Waiting for a spoon

The red balloon soared,
as free as a bird, without a
word
Well, it decided to go to the
moon,
The red balloon shone brighter
than a silver spoon.

So, the red balloon dream
believed it could fly,
Through the air with ease, it
danced above like a Tennessee Waltz,

Hanging from a park bench or tied to
a tree, the red balloon traveled above
the castles, churches, and kings.

Well, the red balloon sailed away from the
little boy’s hand, but just around the
corner and up over the bend, you can find
a red balloon dream, in a little boy's heart.

exploring your soul
exploding full moon
expanding your eyes
sailing across
the
storybook sky
just waiting for
the
ash rose moon

even
though
my
skin
is
attached
to
these
bones
inside
this
silent­ room
i
am
alone

stretched
out across
the
nimble sky
hangs
the
quarter moon
like
the
tiger stripped
cheshire cat
with
a
whiskey smile
and
bloodshot eyes
thus
wanting
to
know
who
are you
with
a
pleasent
whiskey smile

Death is
A loaded
Gun with
A whiskey
Smile

birds
clinging
hold
to
their
frighten wings
thus
huddled up
along
the
stiff branches
of
the
young sycamore tree
rigiht
before
the
quit storm

welcome
to
the
haunted house
and
i
am still sure
thus
underneath
the
doormat
you
shall find
the
skeleton key
to
explore
and
unlock
the
door
where
all
the
hidden
lies and dry bones
are
trapped
behind
these
walls

When your heart admires
To live like a bird on a wire
Praise Phoenix, the bird of fire
Indian white clouds, we soar higher
To a spiritual world, if we desire
There is nothing sweeter in life,
Then to live like a bird on a wire

at the crack of dawn
oh
what
joy rests inside the heart
while my heart revolves around
the wild scent of the blue moon
nest the black-tailed cockatoo
white and yellow crown displayed
black and orange feather arrangement
upon the breast and wings
leaping from the canopies of tropical trees
ascending towards the Serengeti-blue sky
thus
a beautiful sound  
resonating through the atmosphere
making the sound of golden coronets
while thanking God
for the humble birdsong prayer
asking for its daily bread

oh
lord
you
sow the seeds
of
the
world
when
you
send
us
bountiful harvest
blessings
until
the
autumn leaves
confess
you
shall
bless someone else
and
brings peace
in
his presence

Blue Moon –
Dim your light
To catch the
Windmills dreaming tonight

a
very long
time
ago
mama
said
"Boy don't you know
that
the
blood is thicker
than
the
muddy waters
but
don't
let
your
left hand know
what
the
right-hand
is doing
and
everything
will be ok
now
bring mama
her
bedroom slippers boy"
and
you
can't fool mama

lord
after
the storm
i
shall get down
upon
my
knees to pray
thus
with
all of my heart
i
am sure
i
want to
serve and follow
the
will of God
to cleanse thy heart and soul
who
brings me joy
and
delivers
me
a perfect peace
after
the storm

A poem is
like a bird
with a broken wing

Kneeling down,
with gentle hands,
i
gathered up
an injured soul,
to mend its wing,
so it can fly.

Brothers three
Inspires us all
So faithfully
Bobby, John and
Edward Kennedy
The dreams shall live
The spirit moves on
Hope shall not die
Brothers three
God watches
Over thee

oh
love
be
that
lovely rose
wearing
her
burgundy red
scarf

endless flight
burmese moth
fluttering
around
the
ghostwhite
moon
tonight

Drenched from the pouring rain,
The young Cambodian girl
Wiped her face and
Held up her rice basket
Toward the hidden stars
She wondered which way
The wind would blow
Her dreams are hidden
In the forbidden rice field

behold
the
brown
barn
owl
perched
upon
the
stiff rooftop
of
the
red barn
silently
waiting
to
capture
her
prey
at
the
end of the day
with
her
candlelit eyes

yes
i
whisper not
to
Prometheus
the
ancient
juggernaut
with
fire
in
his hands
speaketh
to
all
the
Greek Gods
thus
let
Prometheus
bring
us
the
chariot of fire
to
light up the world

if
only
the
banana yellow wings
of
the
cuckatoo bird
knew
how
to sing
oh
what
sweet joy
it
would bring
the
wild
lovers
mating
in
the spring

One day, a poem stood at my doorstep
and I let it come in to get warm and dry
We sat by the fireplace and had a chat

We laughed and shared stories between us,  
about yesterday, today, and tomorrow, and  
Yes, it was delightful to get a chuckle or two.  

I picked up my old guitar,  
The poem dusted off the ancient fiddle,  
And we played sonatas and variations of Bach    

Then, we sat down at the kitchen table,  
Nibbling on sweet, delicious corn cobs and  
sinking our teeth into succulent roast pheasant.  

At last, we filled our wine goblets to the brim  
With vintage brandy, we drank to our hearts' content.  

A poem does not want to be left alone,  
So the next time you see a poem outside your door,  
Please do me a favor, and let it in.

toraleu
turale
all
for
a
beautiful
morning
i
shall say
oh
what
a
beautiful day
please
come home
my
sweet
lassie
darling
just
come
my way
then
come
back
to
stay

There, just behind
The thick branches,
Are aspens, in the woods,
chatting with
The oaks and the pines

sweet death
be
not afraid
to
dance
upon
thy sweet grave
while
the
devil
who plays
a mean red fiddle
kindle the fire with flame
shall
dance
upon
thy sweet grave

life
seems
so
brittle
as
the
soft
milkweed
dandelion
who
dance
ju­st
a little

the
ghost white
moon
cast
her
sail
to
glide
through
the
dark
wine sea

When I am dead and
six feet under,
Please don’t bring me
flowers I can not smell,
red roses I can not see or
stems I can not touch

Well, don’t let your
left hand knows what your
right hand is doing and...
Everything will be all right

When I am dead and gone,
just keep on living, because
Life is like a red balloon
on a string and sailing
gently on a gust of wind

oh
what
delicious
icing covered cake
made for
the
kingdom of heaven
just
to say
happy birthday
dear God
just
because
we
love you so

oh lord
do
you really
know
who
i
am
just
this
lonely
grain of sand
and
my
fate
rest
in
your
holy hands
oh lord
i
will obey
every word
that
you command
deliver your promise

falling
downward
from
the
edge
of
indian white clouds
the
redtail hawk
navigating
with
wings and tail
then
catapults
downward
through
the
stiff wind
hurling
straight down
like a
guided rocketship
while
activating
her
extended
stiff razor sharp
claws
i
am still sure
only
to
capture
the
exposed
pray
while
diving from the cloud

No, heart, no brains, and no courage
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears
Allow me to introduce the Queen of Truth
Your majesty, you are the fairness of them all
Such an honor to be your Lord Chancellor
Thus, I beckon your call
Your Highness and sweet gratefulness
I take great pleasure
In serving you, my lady
Indeed, I am at your service,
Day or night, and
Your wish is my command, and
I wish you longevity

Almost autumn in the air
Do not wait for me
Almost time to paint the leaves
Do not wait for me
Almost a reason to etch this sky
Breathless heart, we meet again
Almost night ,this dark wine sea
Do not wait for me

we
have
walked
down
this
road before
yet
we
feel
the
scars of war
thus
we
no longer
wear
these
clothes of death
that
i
must
confess
while
death
shakes me
to
the core
lord
we
have
walked
down this
road before

oh
lord
i
see
statues
of
all
the
great men
who
sang out loud
are
only
made
of
drifting clouds

how
love
drifts
through
the
soul
while
love spins
dust into gold

love
carries
the
echos
from
the
heart
thus
the
beauty
of
the
worl­d
heirs
of
the stars
bring
the
echos
from
the heart