"launder" poems
The smile of iceboxes annihilates me.
Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one!
I hear her great heart purr.
From her lips ampersands and percent signs
Exit like kisses.
It is Monday in her mind: morals
Launder and present themselves.
What am I to make of these contradictions?
I wear white cuffs, I bow.
Is this love then, this red material
Issuing from the steele needle that flies so blindingly?
It will make little dresses and coats,
It will cover a dynasty.
How her body opens and shuts --
A Swiss watch, jeweled in the hinges!
O heart, such disorganization!
The stars are flashing like terrible numerals.
ABC, her eyelids say.
11k
From the moment of birth
Our instincts of survival
Bring us down to earth
We dream of the fairy tale
world we wish to live
Hoping to be happy and
learning to give
When we reach our peak
and buld the person we
want to be
Something happens to
our security of survival
and our friends become
our rivals
Rolling, Rolling, over and over
again
back to the bottom
for another spin
Our Minds unclear of
the person we built to be
Instincts of survival have
taken over you see
control is lost
Survival at any cost
Aimlessly we wander
Hurting the ones we love
Until our thoughts we
launder
The world again becomes
our dove
Repeated over and over
again
Each time the threat of
survival blows in the
wind.
You see we are really
just animals with the
ability to think
but we forget it all
until our survival
becomes almost extinct
Its an understanding
We all need to have
because survival will
dissapate for all mankind
Unless we reach for
the star we were
Apr 18, 2010
Apr 18, 2010 at 5:42 PM UTC
GREEN Chapter One
As Kenya lie on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent silthering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Kenya hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped by the police thought Kenya as she sped past the other drivers. As Kenya pulled into the BNB Bank parking lot she checked the time.
"It's 7:55a.m. I made it within five minutes."
Kenya got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors.
As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmmm yummy thought Kenya as she walked up to the tall light skinned man.
"Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Kenya as she eyed the man up and down.
"My name is Malik Maxwell Williams. I would like to open a checking and savings account" answered the tall light skinned man.
"Mr. Williams please follow me to my office."
As Kenya and Malik sat in Kenya's office filling out papers Kenya made it up in her mind that she would get to know Malik on a personal level. After a days work Kenya got behind the wheel of her red BMW and started her drive home. On her way home. On her way home Kenya called her best friend Jewel Stonewall.
"Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Kenya with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone.
"I'm doing great Kenya. What's up?" answered Jewel Stonewall as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors.
"Are we still on for Saturday?"
With a confused look on her face Jewel asked
"Is the day Friday already?"
"Yeah girl what day did you think it was?"
"To tell you the truth Kenya I thought the day was Thursday."
"No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon."
"You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Kenya."
"Ok by Jewel."
Kenya Ayanna Night was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stonewall her childhood friend.
Written by: Keith Edward Baucum
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC
Even though the rhythm
of your footsteps has left
in my mind echoes resounding,
I did not so much as flinch
when I heard you breathing
in between beats.
I'm sorry for shuddering, but
blood has boiled
my nerves numb
muddied everything I see
dried out my tongue
and though I launder
your shirts every week,
I still don't know what you smell like.
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 8:12 PM UTC
As Kenya lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Kenya hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped the police thought Kenya as she sped past the other drivers. As Kenya pulled into the BNB Bank's parking lot she checked the time.
"It's 7:55am. I made it within five minutes" said Kenya.
Kenya got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors. As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmmm yummy thought Kenya as she walked up to the tall light skinned man.
"Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Kenya as she eyed the man up and down.
"My name is Malik Maxwell. I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skinned man.
"Mr. Maxwell please follow me to my office" said Kenya.
As Kenya and Malik sat in Kenya's office filling out papers Kenya made it up in here mind that she would get to know Malik on a personal level.
After a day's work Kenya got behind the wheel of her BMW and started he drive home. On her way home Kenya called her best friend Jewel Stonewall.
"Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Kenya with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone.
"I'm doing great Kenya. What's up?" answered Jewel as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors.
"Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Kenya.
With a confused look on her face Jewel asked
"Is the day Friday already?"
"Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Kenya.
"To tell you the truth Kenya I thought the day was Thursday" said Jewel.
"No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Kenya.
"You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Kenya" said Jewel.
"Ok bye Jewel" said Kenya.
Kenya Ayanna Night was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stonewall her childhood friend.
written by Keith Edward Baucum
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
As Olive Spectrum lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person. She thought her life would never end like this. Olive's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral. Upset at the thought of being late for work Olive floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic. Olive hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped by the police. Thought Olive as she sped past the other drivers. As Olive Spectrum pulled into the BNB parking lot she checked the time. "It's 7:55am. I made it within five minutes" said Olive. Getting out of her car Olive walked through the bank's glass doors. As the time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmm yummy thought Olive as she walked up to the tall light skin man. "Hello sir how can I help you?" asked Olive as she eyed the man up and down. "My name is Akurra Wings. I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skin man. "Mr. Wings please follow me to my office" said Olive. As Olive and Akurra sat in Olive's office filling out papers Olive made it up in her mind that she would get to know Akurra on a personal level. After a day's work Olive got behind the wheel of her BMW and started her drive home. On her way home Olive called her best friend Jewel StoneWall. "Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Olive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone. "I'm doing great Olive. What's up?" answered Jewel StoneWall as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors. "Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Olive. With a confused look on her face Jewel ask "Is the day Friday already?" "Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Olive. "To tell you the truth Olive I thought the day was Thursday" said Jewel. "No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Olive. "You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Olive" said Jewel. "Ok bye Jewel" said Olive. Olive Spectrum was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissor getting her hair done and talking with Jewel StoneWall her childhood friend.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
"Rough", a polite way of expressing my apprehension from the start, couldn't have known I was shaking for all the wrong (Reasons) that you left are in surplus this season; flipping vowels upside down along with my smile, and faded hues stand out the most now; this pale blue follows me but that seems so irrelevant most days. Years pass and as my eyes grow feeble, I see more, more, more, and you are the greatest beauty I have ever seen, your fragile chest and broken bones more than memories for me to launder between the parts of my brain that still give a **** I replaced the decay of my spirit with rotted lungs, with magick however alleged, ritual a key, components fine like the filigree that lined my illusions, dramatic tone and teeth marks make me quiver, alchemical bonds between the ground and I, afire is the sky and my insides turn bone white and glowing under your moon.
Stop spinning ...
The feeling of overflowing consumes me, and abundance isn't always preferred, to tell you the truth I kind of miss all of my innards being contained within me. But each day I feel a little less invisible and it gets that much easier to deal with this (hole) thing, forget the flashing moments of misery in which I could suffocate myself because it's hard to complain, I must admit I've created every crevice and ****** crack that you see on my body with my own devices, like trying to mold clay with scissorhands; This expulsion may be near unpalatable but it seems to me the only thing that helps me forget, truth is I don't know why I haven't yet; just chaotic noise like the raps that flowed from the lips of the artist that I wasn't paying any attention to at all that night at that coffee shop.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
As Olive Spectrum lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Olive's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate.
It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Olive floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Olive hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped by the police thought Olive as she sped past by the other drivers. As Olive Spectrum pulled into the BNB Bank's parking lot she checked the time. "It's 7:55am. I made it within five minutes" said Olive. Olive got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors.
As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmmm yummy thought Olive as she walked up to the tall light skinned man. "Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Olive as she eyed the man up and down. "My name is Akurra Wings. I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skinned man. "Mr. Wings please follow me to my office" said Olive. As Olive and Akurra sat in Olive's office filling out papers Olive made it up in her mind that she would get to know Akurra on a personal level.
After a day's work Olive got behind the wheel of her BMW and started her drive home. On her way home Olive called her best friend Jewel Stone Wall. "Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Olive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone." "I'm doing great Olive. What's up?" answered Jewel Stone Wall as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors. "Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Olive. With a confused look on her face Jewel asked "Is the day Friday already?" "Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Olive. "To tell you the Truth Olive I thought the day was Thrusday" said Jewel. "No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Olive. "You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Olive" said Jewel. "Ok bye Jewel" said Olive.
Olive Spectrum was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stone Wall her childhood friend.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
As Kenya lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this. Kenya's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Kenya hoped she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of FunnyMan. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't stopped by the police thought Kenya as she past by the other drivers. As Kenya pulled into the BNB Bank's parking lot she checked the time.
"It's 7:55am. I made it within five minutes" said Kenya.
Kenya got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors. As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmmm yummy thought Kenya as she walked up to the tall light skinned man.
"Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Kenya as she eyed the man up and down.
"My name is Malik Maxwell. I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skinned man.
"Mr. Maxwell please follow me to my office" said Kenya.
As Kenya and Malik sat in Kenya's office filling out papers Kenya made it up in her mind that she would get to know Malik on a personal level.
After a day's work Kenya got behind the wheel of her BMW and started her drive home. On her way home Kenya called her best friend Jewel Stonewall.
"Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Kenya with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her
cellphone.
"I'm doing great Kenya. What's up?" asked Jewel as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors.
"Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Kenya.
"Is the day Friday already" said Jewel.
"Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Kenya.
"To tell you the truth Kenya I thought the day was Thursday" said Jewel.
"No Jewel it's Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Kenya.
"You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Kenya" said Jewel.
"Ok bye Jewel" said Kenya.
Kenya Ayanna Night was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stonewall her childhood friend.
Written by Epic
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
Tommorrow is on my calendar
as is every day next week.
I have interviews, appointments,
Dinners at which I'll speak.
I'll make some time for family
and writing ,I suppose.
I may find time to barbecue
and to launder my work clothes.
When evening comes I'll settle back
with a glass of Pinot noir.
I'm a transient immortal,
I'm on loan here from a star.
The future is a game;
against ourselves we play
We act as if we still have left
forever and a day.
In truth we all are transients
For just this moment free.
Self observing stardust
poised t'wixt two eternities
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 8:21 PM UTC
Calm on the surface
Do not show signs of panic
Launder pants later
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 2:50 PM UTC
I wander through my house,
aimless steps,
looking at all that I've accumulated
and hating it, every bit.
So much needs to be accomplished,
but it all feels so purposeless.
Wash, sweep, launder, wipe,
what for?
All of this ****
meaningless to me
and I'm honestly sick of cleaning it.
The same motions over and over,
a metaphor for my life.
I walk room to room,
eyes glancing upon chores undone
yet another day,
but I don't feel like doing them
today either.
I don't want to do any of it,
want nothing to do with
any of this crap.
I meander back to the bedroom,
lie down in bed yet again,
where I never seem to leave
on my days off.
Festering,
this I can do.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
The eternal trench has been dug,
Each side gazes upon a day's destruction.
A battle where neither side shrugs
A battle built upon corruption.
The fight - for North Vespucci
The land that prospers from war
Each side sets skillful schemes too cheat
And they surely settle the score.
A voice, a rifle
Like bullets - piercing a party's heart
Accountants launder loot - leaving us stifled
Like the master tactician - Commanding an army smart.
Ideas recycled;
Luring unsuspecting souls in reach
Only to promise the unobtainable
Through their leader's speech.
Cowering in fear, neutrals despised,
Don't believe the mystic mirages of which they speak
Leaving us disenfranchised,
We are who they consider "weak."
For "weak" I may be,
But disenfranchised - I will not!
With a sincere soul I speak,
We must move to stop the blood clot.
For Weak I am,
But strong I will become.
Nobody gives a ****
But my voice will be a victorious one!
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
Step over the threshold
And through the front hall
Full of shoes and possibilities.
Come to a kitchen table
Able to shed the cold
And unroll your soul
Against it's worn and warm knots,
Flavoured with cookies and coffee mugs
And echoes of late chats and early plans
and sneak-behind hugs.
Let the love that pools here soak
Into your marrow
Put aside tomorrow
And so launder your heart clean of fear.
Our home is your home,
Come pull up your chair.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
Playing scrabble crazily,
I'm running out of words,
The flowers are all hiding,
Except of course the holly.
The children are all buzzing, like bumblebees on speed
Father Christmas counting cash to beat his little angels needs.
Mother always worries about how to count her money,
The bumblebees on speed just spilled all the honey.
**** it", says mother the bank notes are all sticky,
Blooming mother, into crime has got to launder money.
It's very cold outside.
Those darned notes will never dry.
The children will not settle down,
and there's still a week to go.
They're looking at the green grass,
they're wishing it would snow.
I the poet doesn't want it too,
Makes my soggy feet all blue.
I guess it's back to Scrabble.
That was a bit of fun.
Mental exercise for a moment,
over and done.
(C) LIVVI
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
You think trying would get you a good outcome,
but **** no my efforts are meaningless.
Fed up with the accusations and verbal abuse.
Just pick and choose if it's me or really you. Tired of the fighting, expired of the lying.
Get a grip, and don't let loose.
You'll come to fall with no feet to land on, you'll hide and clap in applause.
Stop all the negatory, you just hold me back. Too quick to be the one to attack.
I lost defense, and you're just too senseless.
Make some ****** sense of yourself and I'll make some cents for myself.
You're the back door rug that keeps making me trip,
if I just stood up maybe I could dip.
Yes I used lie.
Yes I used to make you unhappy.
Kept coming back and wouldn't cut me slack.
Realization and consideration got me to change my act.
Accept the facts of my mistakes.
Don't bring it up but you don't know how to shut the **** up.
You hang onto the past, but I hang onto you. The truth of your father is unspeakable,
I'm sorry he did that, it's unbelievable.
You could leave us alone so I could slit his throat.
That's besides the fact of me trying to show you.
That I care and I always try to show support. Don't you dare put your hands on me or expect a letter from court.
Cut me short when I speak, on the outside your weak.
Inside you're so beautiful, I wouldn't trade you for diamonds.
The truth here is to be told, I'm so serious about our relationship,
don't hesitate and I try to get you to work before your late.
I launder your clothes, and fold all the fabrics.
I stay and wait for you at home
When you could be gone at the casino.
Blow up some bucks, I could careless for these jealous *****
I'm not your property, but I can say your mine.
I won the lottery, it was everything no one else could give me.
The little things like coming to see me every night, the miles, the highs and the lows.
Not giving up makes me not give up.
I gave up the truth, and I nearly puked speaking of it.
I love you Mon Amour, you're everything I could ask for.
You make me sore for your love, I can't sugarcoat it either.
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
As Olive Spectrum lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person. She thought her life would never end like this. Olive's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes. Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate. It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral. Upset at the thought of being late for work Olive floored the gas pedal. As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic. Olive hoped she she didn't get a ticket. I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man. Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped by the police. Thought Olive as she sped past the other drivers. As Olive Spectrum pulled into the BNB parking lot she checked the time. "It's 7:55am. I made it within five minutes" said Olive. Getting out of her car Olive walked through the bank's glass doors. As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public. One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face. Mmmmm yummy thought Olive as she walked up to the tall light skin man. "Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Olive as she eyed the man up and down. "My name is Akurra Wings. I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skin man. "Mr. Wings please follow me to my office" said Olive. As Olive and Akurra sat in Olive's office filling out papers Olive made it up in her mind that she would get to know Akurra on a personal level. After a day's work Olive got behind the wheel of her BMW and started her drive her home. On her way home Olive called her best friend Jewel StoneWall. "Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Olive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone. "I'm doing great Olive. What's up?" answered Jewel StoneWall as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors. "Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Olive. With a confused look on her face Jewel asks "Is the day Friday already?" "Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Olive. "To tell you the truth Olive I thought the day was Thrusday" said Jewel. "No Jewel it's. Friday. I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Olive. "You better be thankful. I'll talk with you later Olive" said Jewel. "Ok bye Jewel" said Olive. Olive Spectrum was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life. She always looked forward to Saturday. A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel StoneWall her childhood friend.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 6:53 AM UTC
Don't solve my problems
Don't wipe my nose
Don't wash my dishes
Don't launder my clothes
Don't wipe the counters
Don't clean the floors
Don't vacuum the rug
I can't take anymore
Just Love Me.
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 2:09 AM UTC
uprooting
taking a booting
taken up outer
up ou'chere
going over yonder
pandering and panicking for
places to sit and ponder
to launder thoughts
to squander whats bought
im not enjoying this
im back where i started
what i WANTED was to get away from this place
what i GOT was this place
and its different
smaller
you get what you pay for
i pay for nothing because
i cannot afford anything
some might call it bitterness
it is called fact. fact
some might say it is a gesture
of love to take me
into loving arms
arms so mothering
smothering
not me
not for me
not best for me
i want out and i get
deeper in
Aug 2, 2011
Aug 2, 2011 at 3:47 PM UTC
He played in the corn fields
with friends in the summer,
fished in the lake
and climbed every tree,
he helped with the harvest
as did his young friends
and he helped with the lambing
in those warm days of spring;
Such were his memories
of youth and of fun,
sun through the tree tops
warm on his face,
haunting new visions
have now taken their place
since he took the Kings shilling
and sailed off to France.
He saw lifeless black eyes
glazed in ashen white faces,
snow that was blood stained
and limbs that were dripping,
he shed stinging tears
for those no longer living
and he searched for the answers
that were never forth coming;
He heard screams from the dying
their lungs gas corrupted,
murmurs and mumblings
under clouds of confusion,
he heard rats in a frenzy
amid men decomposing
and he searched for the reasons
that no one could give him.
He now bathes in warm sunshine
from a seat in the garden,
blanket hangs loose
where his legs used to be,
he knows not the faces
knows not their names,
he exists in the present
his mind knows not the past;
Not one single visitor
in all of these years,
to the staff he is Harry
the old soldier,the Dear,
they wash him, they shave him
and launder his clothes,
wheel him out in the sunshine
he loves watching the birds.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
It’s A POWERFUL Thing...
This PAPER With INK... !!!
It’s Powers AMAZE... !!!
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It's Something That Factors...
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QUICKER Than Crims’...
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If It’s STOLEN From Heads...
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And These Politicians...
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And When It Comes To Drugs …
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And These Smooth Criminals …
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That Then Make People RUN …
When They’ve EXPOSED Secrets … !!!
It’s A Thing That Breeds GREED...
And Can Make Loved Ones Bleed...
If Your LOVE For MONEY...
... SUPERSEDES Family... !!!
It Can Breed JEALOUSY...
That Can Lead To BAD DEEDS...
Folks It’s REALLY NOT ALL...
That It’s Cracked Up To Be... !!!!
And Can Be Your Downfall...
And Can Leave You DECEASED... !!!
It May Buy Property...
And The Things That You Need...
But Folks DON'T You Believe...
That It Makes You Happy...
Because That’s FALLACY... !!!
It CAN’T Fulfil YOUR NEEDS... !!!
It Just Buys What You WANT...
And Some... Security...
But Bills DO NOT STOP... !!!
And What It CANNOT Be...
Is Something That Makes...
Your Mind Sound And Healthy... !!!
Now Do Not Get Me Wrong... !!!
It Indeed Gets You PAID...
In Quite A Few Ways...
And Can Now Transmit Quick...
From A Swift Online Click...
On A... Digitised Link...
But DON’T You Ever Think...
That This Is Something...
That Can NATURALLY Bring...
You... LIFE Or CHILDREN... !!!!!
When It Comes Down To It...
It’s Just... PAPER And INK...
But There’s NO Doubting This...
In This World That We Live...
“ It’s A POWERFUL Thing ! “...
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 10:03 PM UTC
Drops of heavenly tears, endless and bound
By truth, surround the moon and I
The moon, woeful over the heart of blue
And I, seek the soul of you
We walked, late into the dusk
Down across the edge of dark
Where rays blazed through the night
And the sea gave birth to light
But as the dew settled, we parted ways
In Triumph and fear, end of infinite days
All that remained-was music, of the shore
And waves to launder the imprints of our soul
And as I write,drifts-these eyes of mine
Into the moonlit yonder of milky shine
With love so deep and how it fled pain
For it shall reverberate until we meet again
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
Lie down and stay she does,
where you want, is where she was,
if it wasn't for her fur you might
call her a cur.
Say the word bedtime and turn off a light, go to walk away,
she will beat you to your bed, your pillow, for a back-scratch, say,
didn't you just launder those as she make happy noises with her
mouth open wide, looking up at you from her back.
You know you love her she is your dog at that,
loyal and duty bound to defend you in combat,
so surprise her with a kitten who will become a cat.
©DWE092013
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC